Chapter 218 at noon

After dinner, Murong Qiuwei wanted to stay with Yang's mother for a night, but Yang's mother politely declined. She wants to go home to watch CC**'s Spring Festival Gala. At 8 p.m. every year, Yang's mother will be in front of the TV on time. Murong and his son must be immune to such TV programs, and Yang Mengmeng is not very interested in it. It is completely acceptable or not. The young couple wanted to send Yang's mother home safely, while Murong Qiuwei still habitually read before going to bed.

Yang's mother, who sat in the back seat, said nothing and recalled her daughter's fate, just like what the fortune teller said. Yang Mengmeng's fate has really developed like that, so his daughter must have no worries about food and clothing. However, I'm afraid the relationship between the two little guys will go through many twists and turns. Yang's mother thought for a moment and suddenly felt that she was a little funny. What God has arranged can be changed by a mortal.

After Yang's mother got home, she did not let the young couple sit in the house, but urged them to go home to accompany Murong Qiuwei. The young couple said goodbye to Yang's mother and got on the bus again and left. Yang Mengmeng was still in a good mood. After all, the lingering of the two in the afternoon made her heart still feel sweet. Murong Qingyun restarted the fully charged mobile phone and found that he had received a lot of inexplicable short messages. The flags in the text in the text message are almost all claiming to be his students.

Yang Mengmeng turned the car into the slow lane and slowed down the speed, grabbing Murong Qingyun's mobile phone with lightning speed. Inadvertently, she noticed that he was secretly having fun. He suspected that there was a ghost in his heart, so he was ready to routinely check the relevant information of his mobile phone. Yang Mengmeng's little selfish little Jiujiu wants to occupy his people and hearts on this important day and not give other women any privileges they have.

Yang Mengmeng was not eager to look at the contents of the mobile phone, but put the mobile phone into a pocket that Murong Qingyun couldn't get. When I got home, I slowly looked at him and interrogated him. Murong Qingyun has an indifferent attitude. After all, he is a soldier and a general. If the little girl is really angry, then she can only dominate her. Although Yang Mengmeng hates this way against women's will, she still does not reject his rude behavior in her heart. Men have the desire to conquer women, and women naturally have the desire to be conquered by men.

Yang Mengmeng, who often drives on behalf of others, has made rapid progress in driving technology. After all, the monthly fuel money is approaching the 10,000 yuan mark. The purpose of improving driving skills is for the safety of the whole family. Murong Qingyun never looked at her bills to avoid being scared of a heart attack. After all, the little girl's flower consumption is a progressive growth.

After the young couple got home, they walked up the stairs one after the other and returned to their bedroom. Yang Mengmeng, who was sitting by the edge of the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked it up. Those anonymous messages are not giving New Year's greetings to Murong Qingyun, but expressing their strong love for him. The most unbearable situation is that girls under 20 years old can express such explicit expressions. I think that in those years, the two have been together and still maintain the unique reservedity of a girl.

"Should you explain the problem of short messages to me?" Yang Mengmeng asked him with strong jealousy.

"Is it necessary to explain?" Sitting on the single sofa, Murong Qingyun said indifferently, "Don't take the little girl's prank seriously?"

"This is obviously not a prank!" Yang Mengmeng's heart was full of jealousy and said, "If they don't cry or make trouble, it doesn't mean that I don't understand. You know, the more I love you, the more powerful you will be.

As she spoke, tears gushed out of her eyes.

Murong Qingyun's pitiful heart arose spontaneously. He got up and sat down beside her and comforted her, "Hey, good days, why are you crying? Is Lin Daiyu's reincarnation?

"Even if Sister Lin is reincarnated, you are not Jia Baoyu." Yang Mengmeng replied stubbornly.

"The more girls like me, the more it fully proves that you have a good vision." Murong Qingyun said half jokingly and half seriously, "Do you have to make me not like other girls to be satisfied?"

Yang Mengmeng, with a faint sadness, was thinking about it, and what he said was true. If Murong Qingyun really didn't like him as a decent girl, he would have fallen in love with him blindly. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was such a truth. She slowly stopped her tears and a proud smile appeared on her face.

"I'd rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than the man's broken mouth, which is really the truth. You, a nuisance, know how to make people happy. Yang Mengmeng handed the mobile phone in his hand to him, raised his little head, pouted and said, "Yes, people don't care about what's in your mobile phone."

A wry smile appeared on Murong Qingyun's face and said, "You have checked all of them, and there is definitely no need to look at them again."

"They care about you and care about you." Yang Mengmeng moved her buttocks and approached him and said, "You must want me to pretend that I don't know anything, and I'm still satisfied with your nonsense."

Murong Qingyun threw his mobile phone aside and smiled, "The most important thing between husband and wife is trust. I trust that you won't bring me a green helmet, so you should also believe that you are right.

"I just know your character too well, so I don't worry." Yang Mengmeng snuggled up in his arms and said, "You tell me what you did outside. Apart from the white fox and the goblin surnamed Ye, do you have any other women?

"No, absolutely not." Murong Qingyun said in the mood of not saying anything.

"Really not?" Yang Mengmeng raised her head, stared at him with her eyes, pinched the flesh on his waist with her hand, and smiled, "If you dare to deceive me, you must make you look good. Don't think they are easy to bully.

Murong Qingyun shook his head a few times and pretended to be sincere and said, "I usually bully you in **, and you are bullying me under the bed. I'm a hoe, and you are at noon. After all, there is poetry as evidence for the afternoon of hoeing the grain. It is natural for me to bully you, and there is no basis for you to bully me.

"Bad hooligan." Yang Mengmeng had a small red face, bit her lips, and snuggled up to his arms again and said, "Look at your honest face. As a result, you always have to say some dishonest words to bully others every time."