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The good performance jeep shuttled through the mountains, leaving only a few national channels on TV and Wen Jiashan Village, but the unique scenery and tasty paradise were gradually left behind.

Wenzhi's eyes were still red and swollen. Meng Qingyang was concentrating on the bend in the mountain to "train his driving skills".

When they finally arrived at a straight mountain road, he dared to divert his attention to his fiancée.

Meng Qingyang could see from the central mirror that Wen Zhizhi's eyes were red and swollen like a red rabbit's.

"Zhizhi, if you miss your uncle and aunt, I'll accompany you to visit them anytime."

"Don't be too sad, both of them are still fine. There will be plenty of chances to meet them in the future."

"When Zi Yu is older, we can still bring her over so that Uncle and Aunt can see more of their grandchildren."

Meng Qingyang couldn't find a way to comfort Wen Zhizhi, so he kept telling her that as long as Wen Zhizhi wanted to meet her father and mother, he would accompany her to meet them.

Wen Zhizhi also knew that she had already left. It was useless to cry anymore. She could only pray for her parents' health and longevity in her heart.

"Did my dad pull you along to say anything today?" Wen Zhizhi felt that no matter how much she sobbed, it didn't seem right. She quickly found another topic to ask about something she was curious about.

Because Mother Wen had already given the account book to Wen Zhizhi, that long meant that Father Wen and Mother Wen were in agreement with the marriage between Wen Zhizhi and Meng Qingyang.

Mother Wen, who had always been a rare sentimental person, had talked a lot with Wen Zhizhi. Wen Zhizhi did not believe that her father would be as taciturn as usual.

Meng Qingyang didn't guess what Wen Zhizhi was thinking. He only felt that his future father-in-law had repeatedly warned him to get along well with Wen Zhizhi and also warned him to treat her well.

"I said, it's quite a lot. "Uncle told me to treat you well. If I treat you badly, he would teach me a lesson."

After saying so, she deliberately mimicked the way Father Wen spoke, making Wen Zhizhi laugh.

Wen Zhizhi turned crying into a smile as Meng Qingyang pretended to be deep in thought and learned how her father frowned while smoking and pursed his lips.

"Qing Yang, I … My mother gave me the account book. "

Wen Zhizhi suddenly said to Meng Qingyang as if she thought of something.

Meng Qingyang was driving the jeep at a steady speed. Hearing this, he quickly stepped on the brakes and the car's emergency lights lit up.

"Really? Do you mean it, Zizi? " Meng Qingyang found it hard to believe.

He had thought that according to Father Wen's words, he had only obtained their acknowledgment. However, the outstanding Wen Zhizhi still had many choices, she didn't have to be hanging on his tree.

Meng Qingyang's eyes were wide open. Anyone could see the joy in his eyes.

Wen Zhizhi couldn't help but poke at the grin on his face. "Of course, you are so good. My parents aren't blind. They have seen it for themselves."

"Hehehe, Uncle and Auntie have good eyes." Meng Qingyang didn't change his narcissism.

"Eh? "Why aren't you calling me Mom and Dad? Didn't you say Mom and Dad were very intimate when we were on our way here?" After hearing Meng Qingyang's answer, Wen Zhizhi asked him with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle probably doesn't like frivolous people. When we get married, I won't even need to be reminded before I change my mind. " Meng Qingyang felt wronged as he continued, "Actually, I already want to change my mind."

Wen Zhizhi secretly laughed at his eagerness to get married and pretended that she didn't hear Meng Qingyang's complaints.

The car was restarted. Accompanied by the cool wind from the mountain, they began their journey back to D City.

When they returned to Wenzhi's hometown, Wenzhi and Meng Qingyang's phones started to vibrate non-stop.

Meng Qingyang was constantly being called by his secretary and City C partners. After staying in the mountains for a week, news about friends and collaborators flooded the social networking software.

Wenzhi, on the other hand, was "harassed" by the Zhang mother and daughter news.

Although Wen Ziyu had said that the mountain signals weren't good, Mama Zhang still sent her a video invitation every few hours. It was likely that Wen Ziyu missed her mother.

As for Zhang Wensi, she kept in touch with Wen Zhizhi from time to time during work, telling her interesting stories about her work and the matters concerning the Crown Prince of the firm.

Wen Zhizhi took the lead and went back to Zhang Wensi. "Wensi, I already came from my hometown. You seem to be close to a good thing. "

Remembering that he might have to video chat with his mother Zhang for a long time, he added, "I will video chat with my godmother for a week before she comes to 'torture' you!"

Zhang Wensi was probably at work, so she didn't immediately reply.

Wen Zhizhi immediately sent another message to Zhang's mother, but it seemed that it was not early. Perhaps Zhang's mother was eating, so she didn't reply.

Meng Qingyang's phone was also urging. However, after he made two calls, the harassment gradually stopped.

Even so, both of them knew that they couldn't afford to delay any longer.

After quickly replenishing his supplies, he waited for Meng Qingyang to take a break before rushing back to D City.

On the way back, the journey was peaceful and nothing happened.

However, Meng Qingyang's fatigue could be seen with the naked eye. He tortured a handsome young man into a "national treasure" — a giant panda.

The two of them were in a rush to return to City D, and since there were no mishaps, the trip back was more than half as fast as it had been when they arrived.

The two of them returned to the Zhang Family mansion on a bright morning.

Zhang did not wake her on purpose, but the attendants had been awakened by the sound of the car. Everyone quietly helped Meng Qingyang and Wen Zhizhi to pack up the specialties of the car and return to the house.

Meng Qingyang was really tired. He yawned and went to his room. After a quick wash, he fell asleep.

Wen Zhizhi was considerate of his sleepiness and told everyone to move more gently.

She was in good spirits, so she simply took care of the dust on her body, disinfected it, and went to Wen Ziyu's room to see about the treasure in her heart.

Wen Ziyu did not know that her mother had returned.

He woke up in the middle of the night and drank a bottle of milk. He was still sleeping soundly.

Over the past few days, some flesh had gradually grown on his pale face.

Her head was tilted to the right now, her chubby right cheek pressed together.

Half of his face was covered in saliva, and there were even silver threads falling onto the pillow.

When she saw that her daughter was sleeping so soundly, the flesh on her face didn't diminish in the slightest, and her mood was as clear as the sky.

The boat was tiring, the horses kept coming back, and Wen Zhizhi was also tired.

Although she was not a driver, she was worried that Meng Qingyang would be tired from driving at night so she chatted with him or helped him observe the road.

Her only worried daughter was well, and her heart was at peace.

In the rising sun, Wenzhi sank into a warm, soft bed.