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Wenzhizhi is sitting in this huge box. Although there is Meng Qingyang's solicitude around her and her mother's pitying eyes on the other side, she is still on pins and needles.

The other people here, in the dark and in the dark, could not recognize the tentative eyes. The people around her, a few words between if there is no inquiry, let wenzhizhi feel uncomfortable.

When did I become so impatient when I was able to rub myself like a steamed stuffed bun?

Meng Qingyang saw that his mother took the lead in asking questions, so he did not intend to hide anything.

"Qingyang, what's going on? What's the matter? Zhizhi is in such a hurry to leave? "

It's mom Meng, because she's always paying attention to wenzhizhi. Immediately ask Meng Qingyang, who has been communicating with wenzhizhi.

Meng dad was so suddenly left by her that she couldn't react.

Wenzhizhi was embarrassed to say that she had a daughter because she was afraid that Meng Qingyang would be difficult to do. So I just apologized in general. But in spite of this, she was careful and bowed to the people in the box. Then he ran away from here.

"I'm very sorry, ladies and gentlemen. I have something urgent to go out. Please forgive me."

At the door of the box, wenzhizhi suddenly realized that it was not appropriate for her to be so reckless.

Did not care to take, quickly grabbed Meng Qingyang's mobile phone, ran out of the box.

Brush the ground to get up, push away the chair behind him, even the handbag

Wen Zhizhi got Meng Qingyang's assurance, immediately no longer hesitated.

Meng Qingyang finally made a choice.

"Zhizhi, go ahead. I'll explain to my parents."

One is her father, whom she was nurtured since childhood, and the other is her favorite woman in this life...

her obedient and anxious appearance makes Meng Qingyang's heart tug hard.

Meng Qingyang watched wenzhizhi's hand wringing the edge of the tablecloth under the table. His hands were almost twisted into a ball, but he still looked at Meng's father's direction on his face, and did not dare to make any moves.

"Ziyu! What's wrong with her! Meng Qingyang, I......

wenzhizhi's body was tense at once! The whole person is like a broken bow string.

"Sister Zhizhi! Ziyu's milk is all up! I used all kinds of methods, but still couldn't stop her spitting. I don't know what's going on / cry "

Xiaomei's reply immediately caught their eyes.

The screen opens.

Wenzhizhi pretended not to understand Meng's father's eyes, like her students doing small movements in class, quietly touched her finger and put it out.

Meng Zhiwen signs to unlock.

"Lend me your finger."

With that, he gently pushed aside wenzhizhi's leaning forward body, took her handbag away, and held wenzhizhi's mobile phone in his hand.

"It's OK. I'll watch it for you."

Meng Qingyang looked at his father's serious eyes, and he felt restless.

Wen Zhizhi didn't finish speaking, and her eyes swept to Meng Qingyang's head. Meng Qingyang naturally understood her meaning.

Wenzhizhi replied in a low voice, "I just sent a message to Xiaomei. Now she should reply to me. I want to have a look. But...

"Zhizhi, what's the matter with you?"

Meng Qingyang always pays attention to the change of his sweetheart.

The chopsticks in her hands, anxiously wandering between the dishes, lingered.

But the bag covers the screen, and above his head, Meng's father's eyes are still sharp, and wenzhizhi is not easy to act rashly.

After a while, the phone vibrated.

Meng's father said that she had to cover her mobile phone interface with her bag.

Wenzhizhi looks at the dialog box that she turns to see if the message is sent successfully.

Meng's father spoke, several people around playing with mobile phones immediately put their mobile phones away, picked up chopsticks and pretended that they were still seriously considering which dish to eat.

"Hum! Play with cell phones all day long! A few people in the family have a meal and play. What does it look like? " In fact, Meng's father still wants to say "those who come out of small families have no tutors". However, he thinks of his son's question to himself. This sentence rolled in his throat several times, and still choked.

At this time, Meng's father happened to attack again.

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The message dialog box turned and turned, and finally slowly turned out

in this situation, wenzhizhi knew that there was no hope to hold Ziyu over. I just care about Wen Ziyu's dinner.

"Xiaomei, how about Ziyu? Are you still obedient? Have you made any milk powder with you? How much did she drink? "

Quickly find the dialog box which is specially placed on the top before going out.

Unlock, click into the communication software.

Wenzhizhi quietly picked up the bag on her lap, zipped it open, and found her mobile phone.

Secretly looked at the young people playing with mobile phones.

Wenzhizhi didn't worry about her daughter. Meng Qingyang did not mention, her mind or temporarily put in front of this group of bad things. Meng Qingyang said that she naturally turned more attention to Wen Ziyu.Meng Qingyang seemed to see wenzhizhi's concerns, but he didn't force her, "that's OK. Let me know when you want to go

She shook her head. "It's OK. I'll sit down a little longer."

Personal left, even if someone noticed the boring, secretly pressed the mobile phone.

Wenzhizhi looked at the table full of seats, no one

"full? Why don't you go to see Ziyu next door Meng Qingyang thought that wenzhizhi was worried about her daughter's food and drink, so he put forward the suggestion of letting her leave the table in advance.

In the face of Meng Qingyang's concern, wenzhizhi kindly pulled an excuse.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that I'm full and dizzy."

Why care so much? She did not seek the money, fame and wealth of the Meng family, so she could live a good life with Meng Qingyang.

Wenzhizhi was implicated in her own random thoughts. When Meng Qingyang looked at her with care, she realized how hypocritical she was.

Maybe, some people understand, just don't say.

There are some truth that wenzhizhi is trying to understand. However, the younger generation of Meng family seems to have no idea at all.

One or two plates of food in front of you can be worth the annual income of one person in several families in Wenjia village. But eating expensive doesn't mean eating well.

There is no such harmony among friends and relatives in wenjiacun.

However, this family gathering of the Mencius made her feel that she had never seen any other rich and noble family and did not understand the real life of "Zhongding family".

The world is bustling for the benefit of the world, the world is bustling for profit.

Few people around have the concept of "family".

This party, said to be a family gathering, is nothing more than that.

In her heart, she felt the subtle change, but she did not think about the reason.

"Mom, it's a very important relative of Zhizhi and I that have something to do with it." Meng Qingyang thought that Zhizhi had not been admitted by his father himself. Ziyu appeared in his mouth so rashly, which seemed to show that he did not respect Chongzi Yu, so he deliberately euphemistically said.

Meng's mother heard Meng Qingyang say so and soon turned the corner.