Chapter 222 Bus

At the initiative of Yang Mengmeng, Murong Qingyun slowly put it down from his back. She saw a thin layer of sweat on his face and took out a handkerchief similar to Murong Qiuwei to wipe his sweat. The little boy and the little girl next to him continued to quarrel as if no one was around. He enjoys the gentleness and thoughtfulness brought by his woman. The taxi did not come, but waited for a bus to the commercial block, so the young couple boarded the bus one after the other.

Murong Qingyun and Yang Mengmeng found a row of seats in the second half of the bus and sat down. She sat by the window inside, while he was sitting outside. The little girl hasn't taken the bus for a while, and she is very happy. At this time, she is far more energetic than Maibach at the level of 10 million yuan. He doesn't feel anything. After all, his usual means of transportation is either his legs or taking the bus. After all the people got on, the bus started to drive slowly.

Yang Mengmeng's eyes suddenly lit up, spread out one hand to face him, and smiled, "Honey, haven't you given him the lucky money yet?"

Murong Qingyun suddenly sweated. I thought she had forgotten about this matter, and I didn't expect that she still remembered Menqing.

While touching his wallet, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Oi, I have been owe you since my last life. God wants me to give it back to you for the rest of my life. Hey... I wish you progress in your studies and a comfortable life.

He pulled out a red 100-yuan bill from his wallet and handed it to Yang Mengmeng's palm. The little girl held it in her hand, looked up at the light, decided that it was real money, and put it into her pocket. She thought she would be easily dismissed, but she continued to spread out her hand in front of Murong Qingyun.

"Didn't I just give it to you?" Murong Qingyun knew that it was not that simple in his heart. He frowned slightly and said with no expression on his face.

"I still want to." Yang Mengmeng is straightforward and simply and directly expresses what he thinks in two words.

Murong Qingyun had no choice but to pull out a festive-colored bill from her wallet and handed it to her hand and said, "You must be contented. It is inevitable to be greedy."

Yang Mengmeng did it again according to the action just now. For the third time, she spread her little hand in front of him and asked, "It's not enough. They still want it. 100 yuan at a time, you don't think it's troublesome.

Murong Qingyun said with a wry smile, "You can earn 100 yuan in a few seconds. The efficiency is really too high. Forget it, you can give me an accurate number and pay you at one time. Xiaoyang, what you want is not New Year's money, but debt collection.

Yang Mengmeng smiled and said, "That depends on your sincerity and the status of others in your mind. I will take as much as you want. Of course, you can't send me like a child.

Murong Qingyun, who didn't want to argue with her, handed the wallet in his hand into her hand, thinking that she should have nothing to say. However, Yang Mengmeng spread her little hands in front of him for the fourth time. He began to guess what was going on with the little girl? Is it possible that she even wants only a few steel plates left in her pocket?

Murong Qingyun took out those one-yuan coins and handed them to her palm again and said, "All the money on my body has been scraped by you. You should be very satisfied!" You want it again, but it's really gone.

It happened that a silver Audi TT roared past the window, so Yang Mengmeng put all the things he gave himself into the pocket of his coat and said, "Come on, they want a sports car."

Murong Qingyun felt a dizziness in his head, put his hand on his heart and held his clothes, and said with a wry smile, "Your New Year's money is really creative. Isn't it just an Audi TT? I'm afraid of you, just buy it for you."

Yang Mengmeng shook her little head and said with a dissatisfied face, "I want Audi TT. People want Porsche 911.

The passengers who heard the conversation between the two must have felt that the little couple was joking, and they decided that Murong Qingyun was a naughty, flying a plane, a train-running mouth full of unreliable to deceive the ignorant and kind little girl. He knows that Yang Mengmeng is not a material girl. What happened to her today? When she went out, her head was not caught by the door.

"Oc, I'll buy it for you." Murong Qingyun grabbed the hand holding his clothes more tightly.

Yang Mengmeng smiled with some satisfaction and said, "It's your acquaintance. They have passed your test!"

"It's been a long time, you're fooling me!" Murong Qingyun said with a smile.

"Since you are willing to buy it from others, I won't object." Yang Mengmeng looked at her Qianqianyu finger and laughed, "The seven-digit cost won't make you feel distressed!"

"You really like it, so I can only buy it for you." Murong Qingyun said with a forced smile, "Brother's purpose of making money is not to give you money. The world says that men and women spend the most money in the stage of making friends, but why do I think that the more I want to get married, the more expensive it is? In the past, a bowl of noodles can send you away. Nowadays, a Porsche 911 can't send you.

"Can it be the same now and in the past?" Yang Mengmeng half squinted and stared at him and said, "I really don't want to turn over your old account."

Murong Qingyun knew what she wanted to say and quickly stopped her words. She thinks that if a man has money, he will become bad, which is definitely a wise saying. In the past, Yang Mengmeng thought he was a perfect man. Now, she believes that he is a flower valley. Although he didn't know how much money was left in his bank account, he scraped it once, so that he would not be unwilling to spend all the money on the foxes. The little girl thought it was natural to spend her man's money, but she really didn't want to squander his money. Except for some dissatisfaction with him, he is satisfied with all aspects of life.

Yang Mengmeng flattened her mouth and said calmly, "On the first day of the Chinese New Year, I really don't want to tell you unhappy things. However, without saying anything, I was panicked. After they go to the capital, you'd better be honest with me and don't go too much.

"Oh... you don't have Alzheimer's disease! Why do you always like to say one thing over and over again? Murong Qingyun said a little impatiently, "Speaking once, I think you care about me; the second time, I think you are considerate of me; the third time, I think you don't trust me. The premise for us to be together is that we should trust each other.

The bus stopped at a stop sign, and passengers naturally went up and down. The young couple communicated softly. Yang Mengmeng really doesn't trust him in his relationship. After all, he already has other women outside. She has been working hard and repeatedly told herself not to be too jealous, but she still can't help being jealous of him.

You do the first year of junior high school and I do the 15th. Everyone goes out to find what she can't do. Yang Mengmeng's ideological tradition is naturally deeply influenced by her mother, and more importantly, she really loves him. All he can do is slowly stop his heart. It would be best if the two of them could return to the unguesed state of the past. Otherwise, she can only focus on educating children in the future, lest there be another man like his father in the family.

"I don't want to talk to you! You are always unreasonable." Yang Mengmeng turned her little face to the outside of the window and looked at the street scene. She was a little sad and said, "Your robber logic can always justify itself."

Murong Qingyun could feel her mood at this moment, took the initiative to grab her weak and boneless little hand, gently stroked it, and expressed his affection for her. Yang Mengmeng's heart is extremely useful, but her face still looks as cold as frost. She can't turn a blind eye. After all, she is the lady of the palace.

After more than half an hour, the bus finally stopped at the platform of the commercial street. After getting out of the car, the young couple walked aimlessly to the street hand in hand. Murong Qingyun hates such wandering the most. After all, it is really a waste of time. For the unity and friendship of his family, he can only accompany him patiently.

Yang Mengmeng dragged him directly to a snack stand and ordered every snack she liked. A middle-aged and elderly woman with a wrinkled face and hundreds of hair is enthusiastic about soliciting business. Murong Qingyun has no appetite at all. After all, he has only finished lunch for an hour. Next to him, three young girls in their early twenties were chatting and eating, boasting how powerful their boyfriends were, as if there were no poor people in the world.

One said that his boyfriend was a standard rich second generation, the other said that his boyfriend was a standard second generation of officials, and the third said that his boyfriend was a standard elite. They are just talking about what they have been to those high-end consumption places and what kind of things they have.

Murong Qingyun was speechless. Nowadays, the standard is getting lower and lower. You can call yourself a rich second generation by driving a car of more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. A child from a family of department-level cadres could originally be called the second generation of officials. A man with a monthly income of 5,000 yuan is an elite in society. The dialogue between the three women did not affect Yang Mengmeng's good appetite.

After eating a bowl of hot and sour bean jelly, she took out her handkerchief, gently wiped her mouth, and asked with a smile, "Don't you plan to have a bowl? It's really delicious. I like to eat snacks in this area the most.

Murong Qingyun looked down and smiled back, "I don't digest as fast as you."

A figure suddenly appeared behind Yang Mengmeng, covered her eyes with his hands, and said in a false voice, "Honey, guess who I am? That's right, there is a reward. Guess wrong, there is a punishment!"