Chapter 692

Bai Tongxi looked back along his line of sight: "Oh! I think Dad ate a lot at night, so I made him a cup of grapefruit tea to help him digest. Don't go to bed at night when his stomach is swollen. "

After a pause, seeing Meng Peiyuan's strange look, Bai Tong asked, "do you want it?"

"Yes." Meng Peiyuan said: "but I'm not in a panic because of the rise."

"What's that?" Bai Tongxi looks at him with concern. They all say that she is close to Zhu zhechi. Recently, she learned something from Dr. Jiang.

Meng Peiyuan's mouth said, "Mrs. Meng, I'm in a hurry."

To him that pair of implicit tease eyes, white Tong Xi can be described as second understand.

She gave a cold smile: "Mr. Meng, please distinguish the occasion."

Meng Peiyuan was as thick skinned as the weathered city wall: "what are the occasions? It's not like we're not in the kitchen... "

"Shut up Bai Tong is so angry that he stomps his foot and accidentally steps on Meng Peiyuan's toes, which are exposed outside his slippers. He grins with pain and says "murder my husband"!

Bai Tongxi's eyes drooped slightly to his toes. After making sure he was safe, he quickly raised them and said coldly, "if you don't want to have another look, you'd better be civilized."

Meng Peiyuan, who has been strangled for being cheap, snatches the glass with pomelo tea behind Bai Tongxi.

Bai Tongxi's response was slow and he called out: "you give it back to me!"

"If you have the ability, you'll take it." Cool finish, Meng Peiyuan relying on height advantage, head up to drink up.

It was just because he was angry, but after tasting it carefully, Meng Peiyuan found that the pomelo tea was cool and sour and sweet.

"Are you a child? Grab drinks from elders? Put it down

Smell speech, Meng Peiyuan drink more fierce.

Bai Tongxi really wanted to punch Meng Peiyuan in the stomach and beat out the pomelo tea he had just drunk. However, the picture was so ugly that he had to give up.

A moment later, Meng Peiyuan contentedly put down the cup, licked the sexy corner of his mouth, and said: "in fact, you have to thank me."

The white boy regretfully said, "Oh?" "You drink the grapefruit tea I made for Dad, and I want to thank you?"

Meng Peiyuan shakes the glass in his hand, and there comes a clear sound of some unfertilized ice pieces colliding with each other: "Dad is old, and this is the night. If you add ice to the pomelo tea, it will hurt his stomach or chrysanthemum."

Bai Tongxi heard this, but he couldn't help saying that she couldn't say "thank you".

She snatched the empty glass in his hand, poured the ice in it into the wash basin, turned on the tap, and said impolitely while washing the glass: "I hope you have stomachache and chrysanthemum pain now!"

"The most poisonous woman." Meng Peiyuan said lightly.

"That's polluted by your spirit, too!"

At this time, I heard a voice behind them: "Peiyuan, little boy, it's almost time for me to go back home."

"Dad..." Smell speech, white Tong Xi quickly put down the cup, turn off the tap.

Turning around, she pushed away Meng Peiyuan, who was tired of her body, and looked at Meng Zhixian, who was standing outside the kitchen

She remembers that the father and son of the Meng family just had a few words at the dinner table and left so soon. Can Meng Zhixian be reconciled?

Meng Zhixian nodded to her: "well, I was just going to leave at a glance, but I didn't expect to be able to have a meal with you. Dad is satisfied."

Bai Tong Xi pulled the corner of his clothes. If it wasn't for Meng Peiyuan, she could have a cup of tea for Meng Zhixian!

Side eye, she looked at the side of a face not moved man, thought about it, said: "can you send dad to the door for me? I still have a cup to wash

Meng Peiyuan took a deep look at her and made a subtle "um" sound.

"Goodbye, Dad! Come and play more at home Bai Tongxi stands in the same place and waves to Meng Zhixian with a smile. He turns his head and washes the cup that can't be cleaned any more

The door.

Meng Peiyuan, holding the door plank with one hand, said to Meng Zhixian, who had just put on his shoes without expression: "just send it here. You can go."

Meng Zhixian brewed and asked, "do you have time to go out for a walk with me?"

Meng Peiyuan frowned: "no time!"

Meng Zhixian recalled gently: "I remember when I was a child, you liked to take a walk in the outer courtyard with me after dinner..."

Meng Peiyuan set off waves at the bottom of his eyes, but soon disappeared in the invisible: "when I was a child, I didn't understand. When I saw you holding a football under your armpit, I subconsciously followed you!"

With that, he subconsciously swept Meng Zhixian's body and found that when the light fell on his shoulder, he was not as tall as he used to be. On the contrary, he was full of sadness.

Meng Zhixian's chest heaved violently and asked in a hoarse voice: "that I went back? "

"Let's go!"

Lao Zhang, who is driving a car, is old and has lost his eye. He can go back one second earlier and rest assured! Meng Peiyuan thought.When Meng Zhixian turned back three times, he just heard Meng Peiyuan say impatiently: "it's not that he won't see you in the future. As for being so reluctant! How about making a sad scene? "

Meng Zhixian's heavy heart leaped at this moment. He turned his mouth slightly and scolded "smelly boy!" He walked briskly.

After putting the door on, Meng Peiyuan's cold and hard features softened.

After a little rectification, he turned to find the woman who had been stirring up the flames all day but was not responsible.

Bai Tongxi is very tired after working in the kitchen for a long time tonight.

In order to reward herself, she suddenly bought Sprite, coke, Fanta and so on, which she didn't have time to finish, and poured them into the glass like cocktails

Meng Peiyuan could see from a distance: "you are poisoning, little witch?"

Bai Tongxi rolled his eyes: "it's strange to see so little! It's a good drink, not to mention

"Young master ruodon, I'm sure you've never tried this kind of identity."

He said he didn't drink it, as if he was very pitiful!

More variety, it is not a drink?

Meng Peiyuan disdained to sit on the sofa, belittled: "I think it is nondescript."

Tut, it's sour if you can't eat grapes.

Bai Tongxi ignores him and stirs the liquid in the lower cup with his chopsticks. He holds the water cup in his hands and sips along the edge of the cup.

"Wow, perfect!"

Most of all, Bai Tongxi's face is too contented and infectious. She says something good to drink. Meng Peiyuan can't help but want to try it.

"Cough!" He tried to attract Bai Tongxi's attention by coughing.

Pretending not to hear him, Bai Tongxi silently picked up the remote control and rang the TV. The sound from the TV immediately overshadowed his cough.