My wife is my mother's best friend

Chapter 27 The mouth is quite sweet

Jiang Qi was standing at the door with a garbage bag in his hand, looking back at Song Meiyue who was sitting on the sofa, he had to say that the hard-spoken appearance by chance was really fascinating.

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Song." Jiang Qi smiled and said seriously: "That's right. Don't forget to send me the address for tomorrow. I will arrive half an hour earlier. Then, Aunt Song, you Rest early, I will go back first."

As soon as the voice fell,
Then he opened the door handle, leaving Song Meiyue alone, and left immediately.

For someone leaving, Song Meiyue felt lost in her heart, she stood up from the sofa as usual, went straight to the door, opened a gap carefully, and saw him getting on the small tram and driving slowly out of sight.

Gently pursing his lips, discarding all distracting thoughts in his mind, he closed the door and walked quickly to a certain room, and then came out with a bottle of red wine.

bang,
Song Meiyue, who was sitting on the sofa, filled up the goblet on the coffee table, and drank it in one gulp the next second.

at the same time,

Jiang Qi was driving that small tram on the main road, and he couldn't understand why he suddenly turned back. Maybe it was because he thought of the tragic scene of someone eating instant noodles, and unintentionally touched the deep root in his heart. The fragile strings, in other words, moved the heart of compassion.

But then again,
A wage earner with a monthly salary of [-] is a little confused to pity a vice president with an annual salary of [-] million?
Forget it, life is rarely confused.

I do not know how long it has been,

Just as Jiang Qi opened the door when he got home, he saw his mother stood up from the sofa, rushed towards him with lightning speed, stood in front of him in an instant, and then continued to sniff fiercely on his body. Sniffing sniffed a mysterious smile on his face.

"Staying with Meiyue again?" Jiang Yaling asked with a smile.

"Um"

"I chatted with my friends in the coffee shop in the afternoon, then brought Auntie Song a cup of coffee, and then made her dinner." Jiang Qi replied lightly.

Hearing this description of her precious son, Jiang Yaling couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and said angrily: "I said that in order to be able to stay together, the two of you find various reasons and create various opportunities every day. I think You're tired, so you might as well just move there tomorrow."

"oops"

"Mom, you're almost done." Jiang Qi lay weakly on the sofa, absent-mindedly said: "Auntie Song and I are both innocent."

As soon as the voice fell,
Jiang Qi sat up straight, looked at his mother, and said earnestly: "Mom, your son is about to get rich, how about I buy you a big villa by then?"

"These words"

"Your father also said that back then, but what happened? I left first, and then left you, a little bastard, to me." Jiang Yaling sat back beside Jiang Qi, looked at her biological son, and said seriously: "Work hard!" It’s hard work, hard work is hard work, and you should pay more attention to your body, mom only has you, if you leave, then mom really can’t survive.”

"Well I see."

"correct!"

"Mom, why do you never mention relatives?" Jiang Qi asked suspiciously.

Regarding the matter of relatives, it seems that the word relatives does not exist at all.

Jiang Yaling frowned, and said calmly: "This matter. After you get married, Mom will naturally tell you. Don't ask so many questions now."

Seeing that his mother kept silent, Jiang Qi didn't continue to ask. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom. He just opened the door of the bathroom and looked back at his mother involuntarily. lost in thought.

It seems
Mom also hides a lot of secrets in her heart.

night,
Quietly.

Jiang Qi, who only had a pair of big pants all over his body, was sitting on the head of the bed, holding his mobile phone in his hand, playing a "Dark Immortal" that was recently released by the pig farm, which is similar to many games on pig farms. "Immortal" inherits the essence of both liver and krypton, and brings money-making to the fullest extent.

of course,

For a penny-pinching player like Jiang Qi, let him krypton his krypton, let the wind blow the hills, anyway, he won't charge a dime.

Just when someone was playing vigorously, a wechat message popped up on the screen, and I glanced at the message from the 'Qi Tian Da Zuo'.

Xiaoyue'er: Are you asleep?
Jiang Qi ignored her and continued to play his game.

Soon,

Song Meiyue sent it again.

Xiaoyue'er: I can't sleep
Jiang Qi exited the game and edited a piece of content for her with his mobile phone in his hand.

Endeavor young Mr. Jiang: If you close your eyes for a while, you will fall asleep.

Xiaoyue'er: I tried for a long time, but it didn't work

Xiaoyue'er: Would you like to chat with me for a while?
Endeavor young Mr. Jiang: What do you want to talk about?
at this time,

Song Meiyue was lying on the bed, holding her mobile phone in both hands, staring at the content on the screen intently. For a while, she fell into hesitation. In fact, she didn't know what to talk about, and she was looking for him not because she couldn't fall asleep, but because she couldn't sleep. Just a little bored, subconsciously found him.

Think for a while,

Silently sent him a message.

Xiaoyue'er: Do you think I am old?
finished posting,

Throwing the phone aside, she grabbed a pillow, wrapped her hands and feet tightly, and buried her head in the pillow at the same time. At this moment, Song Meiyue felt some melancholy and hesitation in her heart, mixed with With a little expectation.

Piece Xu,

The phone rang.

Song Meiyue stretched out her hand to get the phone accurately, but she didn't immediately check the content of someone's reply, but held it firmly in her hand.

There was a tense atmosphere in the bedroom, Song Meiyue took a deep breath, and glanced at the content he sent.

Young Master Jiang: So what about thirty, what about forty, there is a scene from one station to another, and the taste of one year old, no matter what others think of you, but in my eyes. Aunt Song, you will always be Young, maybe the years have taken away your innocence, but left behind your maturity.

For a time,

The inexplicable complex emotions in his heart had long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint touch of emotion.

Song Meiyue bit her plump lips, typed slowly, and then silently deleted them all. At this time, she didn't know how to reply to someone's remarks. After thinking for a long time, she simply replied few words.

Xiao Yueer: I think so too
then,

Added another sentence.

Xiaoyueer: I'm sleepy

Sent,
Song Meiyue charged her phone, then buried her body in the bed suddenly, clung to the pillow and refused to let go.

The mouth is quite sweet.

(End of this chapter)