Chapter 662

Meet a netizen who just met for a few days?

When she's in a hurry?

Don't think that if you help her pay her dues, it's great. Just like her.

But, take other people's hand short!

It's a big deal. She'll pay the dues back!

Cold hum, Mu Qing Huan wrote down the other side's ID, endured the pain of the flesh, and returned the dues with Alipay.

Immediately after that, Mu Qinghuan's vitality was greatly damaged. She fell into bed and cried bitterly. Then she bit the sheet indignantly. The money for a hot pot disappeared if she couldn't say it. Sobbing.

A city: little girl, do you have a crush on me and help me pay my dues?

Qinghuan: I don't want to send you money. Please don't be too narcissistic.

The next second, a pop-up box pops up: congratulations on your successful recharge. Click to upgrade vip2.

what do you mean? She didn't recharge herself!

Is it him again?

Mu Qinghuan really has to accept the local tyrant's posture.

But she doesn't want to be a fool. She just won't pay back the money.

She can't bear to spend money on the virtual network, but once he has a pain in the flesh, and again, he is expected to live in the hospital.

When you can't see it, Mu Qinghuan puts down her cell phone.

Drop by drop

Drop by drop

The cell phone is ringing all the time.

A city: meet me.

Mu Qinghuan just felt ridiculous, and could not help telling him the truth: little brother, it is impossible for me to meet a net friend I just met. I'm sorry that I'm not a casual person. I'm just bored, so I chat with someone on the Internet. It turns out that there are so many boring people, and I'm not the only one, which makes me feel much more comfortable. If you have to find a girlfriend, I advise you to find it in real life, men take the initiative, low vision, the success rate is considerable!

Maybe these educational words really worked, and the other party didn't reply.

"Sure enough, it's a little boy." Mu Qinghuan didn't care.

After returning home, Mu Qinghuan came in and saw her son sitting on the floor playing with a jigsaw puzzle. She was so jealous that she said, "son, come and hold your mother."

"All right." Staring at the puzzle, heart perfunctory embrace Mu Qinghuan.

Recalling the picture of his son playing with Fengcheng, Mu Qinghuan simply put down his briefcase and carefully picked up a picture, "son, are you looking for this piece in my hand?"

Heart glanced at the past, and then picked up the Mu Qinghuan foot piece, "Huhu, finally found it!"

"Mu Qinghuan was embarrassed.

"You're off work today... A little early, aren't you busy?" Seriously asked, "you usually get off work at seven, now it's six thirty."

"This Friday, you only have two classes in the afternoon, I know, so I'll go home with you as soon as I get off work." Mu Qinghuan asked for credit.

"What's for dinner?" Ask seriously.

"What would you like to eat?" Mu Qinghuan thought, "there are beef, cucumber and bamboo shoots in the refrigerator..."

"Oh, how would you like it?" Heart down the puzzle, and then roll up the cuffs, elegant walk to the kitchen.

"My God, son, do you want to cook?" Mu Qinghuan was very surprised.

"Well, didn't I tell you? In those years in France, I learned to live alone. After all, grandma is old. When she is tired, I will cook by myself. " Xinxin shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm a good craftsman, so mom, it's lucky that you gave birth to me. Don't say that now, when you get old, I will be filial to you."

"In this way, we'd better go out to eat and cook slowly." My heart aches to death. Mu Qinghuan only feels that he is a derelict mother. His son is so young that he has no sound family and has learned to cook. It is said that the children of poor families are in charge of the family early. Why do they need to experience so much?

"Can you come with dad?" "I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know what he's up to

On the son's innocent eyes, Mu Qinghuan compromise, "well, I call him, but I'm not sure if he is free."

"I'll fight." Xinxin took out the children's mobile phone and sealed the city with a decent contact, "Dad, are you coming to the family dinner today?"

I don't know how to answer Fengcheng. I nodded earnestly, "OK, mom and I will go first. Hurry up."

Close the cell phone, heart and heart with Mu Qinghuan said, "Dad is coming, let's go to the restaurant to order, let's go, xiaoqinghuan, we eat and drink for free."

"..." so, the son is just looking for someone to pay?

It's so smart. It's worthy of her son. It's really a fool!

He was in a good mood. After changing into a casual suit in the company lounge, Feng Cheng grabbed his hair and put on a handsome look. Then he left the company with the car key.

"Fourth brother, wait for an important reception..." Tina came with the document in her arms, but she was ignored. The tone of Fengcheng was cold, "pushed."

"But..." as soon as Tina's voice fell, she closed the city and said, "we're going to have a family dinner today. If we don't go, we'll make trouble."

"..." Tina is speechless. She means Mu Qinghuan? What's the matter? They made up?

According to Fengcheng thought, must be muqinghuan coax son to call him, is not to see him?

Feng Cheng raised her handsome jaw. She finally knew that he was good. She knew that a man like him could not find him with a lantern. After passing the village, there was absolutely no shop. So she began to be nervous and asked him to have dinner on purpose?

Today is Friday... Wow, it's a great day.

The car stopped at the restaurant all the way. As soon as Fengcheng got off, his mobile phone rang. He thought it was Mu Qinghuan or his son. He chuckled, "I've arrived..."

"Niki, it's me, my dad..." every nerve of Ouyang Meiluo's whole body tensed, "he said he wanted to see you... The doctor said, I'm afraid he can't make it."

Recently, Mr. Ouyang's health is good and bad. When he is in good condition, he can still remember who you are and chat with you. When he is not in good condition, he lies in bed all day and refuses to say a word or eat. He closes his eyes tightly, which is no different from a dead man.

As for today, Mr. Ouyang is not willing to receive chemotherapy, injection or water suspension. He is completely waiting for death.

"I know, I'll go now..." turning back to the car seat, Feng Cheng pressed the steering wheel tightly with both hands. When he looked sideways, he just saw the position by the window. Mu Qinghuan and his son were sitting and ordering, talking and laughing.

"I eat this, Dad eat this, mom drink some milk, good for skin..." heart in a straight line, suddenly noticed a burst of attention, he raised his handsome little face, reached out to the window, "Dad, it's dad!"

Smell speech, Mu Qinghuan take the opportunity to see, suddenly hit into his deep eyes!

Involve the corner of the mouth, seal the city, leave a mouth shape, then fasten the seat belt again, and then step on the accelerator, leave quickly!