Chapter 29

To the apartment, Meng Qingge looked around the room, or before she went to the field, when she left.

It seems that Ji Yao never came back here after she went to other places.

Meng Qingge's hand slipped gently from the tea table, and his hand was stained with a thin layer of dust.

Corners of the mouth gently hook, showing a sarcastic smile, the voice in the heart: slag man.

From the cabinet to find a backpack, packed three important things, put into the backpack.

A photo album, of course, there is no Ji Yao in this album.

There are two photo frames on the stage. In the photo frame, there are pictures of her and her mother.

After installation, Meng Qingge took the backpack, locked the door, sat in the car and left the apartment.

The car is heading for the private villa on the mid hill of Ji Wanzhou.

"What would your wife like to eat? Let her prepare in advance." Said Xiao Zhang.

Meng Qingge felt a little hungry and had a lot to eat.

"Go back and talk about it."

Back to the villa, first to Wang Ma reported the dish name, Meng Qingge went back to the second floor.

Lying on the big round bed in the master's bedroom, she could not help but stretch herself to relieve the fatigue of most of the day.

At this time, the phone rang, Meng Qingge took out his mobile phone from his bag. When he saw it, his mother called, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face. He connected and called out, "Mom."

"Qing'er."

Xu Xiaohui's voice came from the handset.

"I haven't called you these two days, are you busy?" Xu Xiaohui's tone is full of questions and worries.

"After a new play, I'm a little busy. After a while, I'll go back to the countryside to see you." Meng Qingge calculated the time and didn't go back to the countryside to see her mother for more than a month.

"Well, I have to take care of myself when I'm busy. I eat and sleep on time, OK?" Xu Xiaohui said.

"Well, I see. So are you. It's cool in the country. Wear more." Meng Qingge sat up from the bed, opened the backpack, took out the album and frame inside, put a photo frame on the bedside cabinet, a photo frame was placed in the study, on her desk.

The study is divided into two parts. On the left is Ji Wanzhou's, and on the right is her.

"Didn't you go out to work today?" Xu asked.

"Out, just back from work." Meng Qingge replied.

"At home!"

"Yes."

"Where's Ji Yao? Is he at home?" Xu Xiaohui mentioned Ji Yao with a kind smile on her face. She was very satisfied with her future son-in-law.

Meng Qingge slightly Leng for a moment, then returned to the sentence: "not in."

"He's been busy recently," he added

"Oh, so, by the way, qinger, I have something to tell you..." Xu Xiaohui hesitated to say.

"Say it if you want to." Meng Qingge picked her eyebrows slightly.

"Promise me first, and don't be angry after hearing it." Xu Xiaohui is still cluttering in her heart.

Meng Qingge's brow frowned: "you say."

"It's like this, your dad, he..." Xu Xiaohui opened her mouth, but she was interrupted by Meng Qingge just after she said a few words.

"Don't you say no more to him?" Hearing his mother mention his father, Meng Qingge's face flashed a few silk of displeasure and impatience.

Why don't you listen? Have you forgotten how he abandoned you and me? " Meng Qingge's tone is somewhat reproachful.

"It's not Qing'er, I didn't forget, but this time your father..." Xu Xiaohui knew that if she mentioned Meng Dawei, Meng Qingge would not have a good face.

After all, what Meng Dawei did to their mother and son was not something that a responsible father or husband could do.

"He, he, he! What's his matter? Even if he dies, he has nothing to do with us! " Meng Qingge's tone is a little heavy. Sometimes she really hates Xu Xiaohui's kindness.

Xu Xiaohui Leng Leng, she knows Meng Qingge heart hate Meng Dawei, but do not know, this hate, has reached this point.

Hate to, even if he died, have nothing to do with them.