Chapter 47: Fenghuang male crossing the river to break the bridge

"Xinyin, are you making a boyfriend?"
After Yu Qiuyue left in Song Kun, he directly picked up his mobile phone and called his daughter.
"Mom, how do you know."
Meng Xinyin remembered Song Kun, who had asked her to say a bunch of inexplicable words. The first reaction was the secret of the other party.
"Take the day home to give my parents a look, how to say that our little princess is the first boy to like, and my parents want to see if he has three heads and six arms, otherwise how to fascinate you."
For her daughter, Yu Qiuyue does not want her to know the unhappy things. If she is really good, she will not tell her daughter in advance for unnecessary misunderstanding. If he is really like the information that Song Kun gave her, She also hopes that in a better way, her daughter will not be too sad when she ends this relationship.
"Mom, I am really a very special person, and he is very powerful. It is the most powerful person in my heart except you and Dad."
Meng Xinyin’s environment from a young age does not make her feel that millions of people are a particularly large number. There is no shortage of pocket money around her, but hundreds of thousands of generations of generations and three generations. Among them, not everyone. They are as lucky as her. As the only child in the family, they can enjoy the love of their parents.
Many families, not only have to fight with their own brothers and sisters, but also with their uncles and uncles, in order to show their own value, many of them have begun to contact investment and family in adulthood. Small business, a bit more powerful, relying on the capital given by parents, the accumulation of millions of dollars or even higher is not an impossible thing to do.
He is not the same. He doesn't have anyone's help. He earns this money. He only relies on himself. Meng Xinyin believes that he promised her. If he gives him time, he will become a lot of people. Looking up at the man.
So she didn't want her mother to have other thoughts on the mess because of the messy news heard from Song Kun.
They are their favorite father and mother on one side, and their favorite man on the other. Meng Xinyin hopes that they can get along with each other without any contradiction.
"Know, mother's little princess."
Yu Qiuyue sinks in his heart. It seems that his daughter likes the boy very much. Otherwise, she will not say this to her. If the young man who is screaming is not worthy of entrustment, will her daughter be very sad.
She only hopes that her daughter's eyes are not wrong, and the photos that Song Kun showed to herself are just a coincidence.
Meng Xinyin hangs up with her mother's phone and thinks about it. She can't wait to make a phone call.
"Hey."
She pouted and sneaked to the dormitory balcony, not forgetting to close the balcony door.
"Sound."
At this moment, I am working on the computer. The screen is full of characters. It seems to be a headache. He doesn’t seem to think that he has a phone with his neck and his fingers are not paused.
"Do I bother you work?"
Meng Xinyin heard the sound of his typing on the keyboard, and he was embarrassed to ask.
"The big woman in the big land is the biggest, the job is not to make money, not to earn money is to raise a wife, so be disturbed by the wife, then do not disturb."
The fourth in the bedroom is a man with zero practical experience and rich theoretical experience. Under his day-to-day edification, he can occasionally pick up a few words to please his little girlfriend.
Meng Xinyin’s blushing squatting on the balcony, licking the weeds in the potted flower beds of the balcony of the little girls in their bedroom, and soon there was a pile of weeds and dirt on the feet.
"My parents want to see you."
Meng Xinyin’s voice is a bit light, and she doesn’t know how to talk about it.
Usually, men and women meet each other because they have to settle down. They have been in love for less than a year. They are still juniors. She is also a sophomore. She wants to think that she will feel She was too anxious, forcing him to propose to her or what.
"When?"
晏褚 The action of writing the code, he held the mobile phone in one hand: "It seems that I have to ask my voice lady to accompany me to buy some new clothes. After all, it is the first time I see my future father-in-law, still have to be cautious. Some."
"Hey, who is your mother-in-law."
Meng Xinyin’s heart trembled and almost pulled out a delicate mimosa as a weed.
"To the sound, today, do you have Jean Jasmine give me your own lunch?"
I looked at the empty lunch box on the table under the diagonal of the bedroom, and looked at Meng Xinyin.
"what?"
This is good, mimosa is destined to hide the fate of being destroyed.
Meng Xinyin’s mood is very complicated. Before Jiang Moly went around and found her computer, she could still take her character and sloppy. She didn’t think so much, but this time she gave her lunch in her name. What is the matter?
She didn't want to doubt her good friend, but she couldn't pass it.
"Then you ate?"
Meng Xinyin thought that if he really ate the food that was most likely to be Jiang Zili's own lunch, his breathing was quick.
"No, the blessing boss and Hou Hou are finished eating."
Through the phone, Meng Xinyin can hear the soft laughter, because after the phone receiver, there is a feeling of crispness when playing back to the ear.
"My home voice does not touch Yang Chunshui, where is the person who will do the lunch, so at the beginning, I thought that it was not what you did, and you are a small vinegar bottle, if you do your own lunch, you can not let Ginger Jasmine is sent over."
Meng Xinyin’s heart was loose, but then he was a little dissatisfied.
"Why can't I do a lunch, and who is a small vinegar bottle?"
She wants to refute, but think about it carefully. She never seems to have ever cooked a meal. At most, when she is on vacation, she asks for a few takeaways.
She vowed in her heart that she would have to practice her craft when she went home on holiday. When she made a table full of food and beat someone's face.
"Whoever makes me like a princess."
I don’t seem to see the the other side of the phone.
His voice is low and magnetic, gentle and sweet.
"She won't do anything before marriage. She doesn't need to do it after marriage. I will pamper her as a queen. Then, after a few years, she may not be the mother of a princess. As for me, it is the guardian queen and The princess is a happy king forever."
I don’t think it’s an excessive thing for a woman not to cook and clean. No one has ever specified that a woman is born to serve a man. The so-called female female ring is the of women in the era of male power. These old rules have long since been abandoned.
Measuring a woman's unsuccessful life is definitely not the chores she has done. How much food she has made is so delicious. Of course, the housewife who can do all this well is worth everyone. Dear.
I just think that if a person has the conditions that don't worry about these family chores and looks forward to another job, she should not do housework and should not be accused.
I think about the girl who was troubled by the accusations of two aunts and who was worried about her favorite oil paintings and housework all the time. I hope that this time, she no longer has to worry about these things.
The sweet words of a man’s honey are always intoxicating.
Meng Xinyin is still the first time to fall in love. She doesn't know if all the men's love words are so eloquent, but at this moment, she really feels that she is the luckiest girl in the world.
After hanging up the phone, Meng Xinyin was still laughing at the balcony, and there was a pot of mimosa in front of the scourge.
When a girl in the bedroom came out to wash the clothes that had just been washed, the pot of mimosa was completely sacrificed.
In the end, Meng Xinyin was in the siege of the roommate, cleaned up the remnant of the land on the balcony, and signed a job of watering the flowers and grasses contracted to the balcony for one month before being released.
She took the bucket and dumped the garbage back. She saw Jiang Molly sitting in her position and chatting with several of her roommates. Thinking about what she had just said, she suddenly fell cold and didn’t know. How to face this good friend in my heart.
Because they lived in the opposite relationship, the relationship between Jiang Moli and Meng Xinyin's three roommates was also very good. There was a laugh and laughter. When Meng Xinyin came in, Jiang Moli smiled and stood up from her chair, just looking away. When she touched the somewhat condensed expression of Meng Xinyin, she was keenly aware of the wrong place.
Is it that the things that were sent to you today were seen by others, and then told Meng Xinyin?
Jiang Moli does not think that she is arrogant. The man knows very well that now the other party and Meng Xinyin are not the deepest feelings. He will not tell Meng Xinyin about these things, so that not only will Meng Xinyin Suspicion of her, will also be a bit of a heart for him.
Where does Jiang Moli know that the current embarrassment is not the embarrassment of the previous one? The feelings of the previous world, Meng Xinyin and the other party, are because the hero saves the beauty and then falls in love.
Meng Xinyin did not encounter a man who really made her tempted. She thought that a little good feeling for the original is love, but now it is different. Meng Xinyin thinks that 晏褚 is a treasure. Every day with him, the other party will Give her a new surprise.
The door is right, the emphasis is not necessarily the equality of wealth, but the spirit, Meng Xinyin's richness is the spirit and material double-faced, she likes oil painting, likes music, squatting in the first world size is also The president, for those things that Meng Xinyin likes, he can pick up the words and have their own opinions.
This is the spiritual fit, and also makes Meng Xinyin better understand than Jiang Moli, and he does not doubt the other side from beginning to end, but has other ideas for her.
Jiang Moli's mind turned very fast, watching Meng Xinyin's performance. Before she spoke, she patted her shoulder and looked like a sister.
"Your girlfriend is too incompetent, and Huang Jiajun, who listened to their bedroom, said, "But I haven’t been out of the bedroom for a few days. Every day, I’m going to be a volunteer, and I’m going to be a volunteer. It is a lunch box of a very famous Japanese-style bento shop. I sent it to your family by the flower and Buddha. If you borrowed it, you can't say anything."
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