My wife is my mother's best friend

Chapter 45

Song Meiyue got her head out of the quilt, with a trace of complicated emotions between her brows, and struggled for a long time in her heart. Finally, she reached out and got the mobile phone next to her, but she didn't unlock the screen, but held it firmly in her hand. It's a moment of tension and a little bit of anticipation.

I don't know if the content he sent is what I think, if not, what should I do?
For a time,

Song Meiyue, who has always been calm and calm, has a feeling of worrying about gains and losses.

Taking a deep breath, he finally made up his mind, unlocked the screen and looked at the answer he sent, maybe...maybe it was exactly what he thought, if not, then put on shoes for him and let him clean the toilet.

click,
After fingerprint unlocking successfully opened WeChat, click on someone's profile picture.

Mr. Jiang, an enterprising young man: In fact, there are still some, but I think love at first sight is not enough to describe my feeling at that time. I think "a glimpse" is the most appropriate. Only a glimpse can amaze the years. years long.

Looking at the content he sent, he read it over and over again, his cold face was touched slightly, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc. At this time, she didn't look like a 31-year-old professional woman at all. On the contrary, it looks like a little girl who just fell in love. Every word above touches the most fragile string deep in my heart.

Biting her lips lightly, Song Meiyue quickly edited the content. After she finished typing, she looked at the written message and murmured to herself, "Is it too obvious?"

After thinking about it for a while, analyzing it calmly, I silently deleted it again.

Can't post!
He will definitely be thinking crookedly.

Re-edited the message, and pressed [Send] without hesitation.

Xiaoyue'er: She must be a young and beautiful woman, right?
Song Meiyue pursed her lips, threw the phone aside, continued to wrap herself like a caterpillar, and waited for someone's reply.

at the same time,

Jiang Qi, who was wearing a pair of big pants, looked at the question sent by Song Meiyue, knew what it meant, and was full of hesitation in his heart. Slowly put down his mobile phone, stared blankly at the ceiling above his head, his face It is full of melancholy and helplessness about life.

How to do?
I feel that I am going farther and farther on the road of a rich woman.

But then again, looking at Song Meiyue from a broad perspective, she is actually not a rich woman, and it would be more appropriate to use an older strong woman. Besides, she looks very young, although she is actually 31, but she looks just like her. 26 seven almost.

The essential
think of this,
Someone's figure can't help appearing in my mind, a black professional female suit, with a white shirt and black high heels, slightly curly and brown hair, sassy and glamorous makeup with smart and seductive eyes, showing an intellectual maturity temperament.

I have never witnessed the real body, but after several car rides and the majestic atmosphere squeezed by the seat belt, I can imagine how ecstatic this body is.

"Ouch."

"Worry me to death!"

Jiang Qi grabbed his lush hair, with an extremely painful expression on his face. On the one hand, there was money, status, and a mature and sexy pretty rich woman; Walking at a fork in life.

thinking for a long time,
Almost blowing out the CPU of his brain, Jiang Qi still didn't know how to deal with it. In fact, putting aside the fact that he was his mother's best friend, Song Meiyue was simply the best candidate for his wife, but the problem was that she couldn't be like a certain Same with college. Leaving aside the facts, right?
and,

Still being labeled as 'eating rich women's soft food', a big man stands upright. How can he be insulted by others?

Do not!
I, Jiang Qi, am not this kind of person!

in an instant,
Jiang Qi was full of courage to face the unknown, picked up his mobile phone, edited the message quickly, and sent it in the next second.

Young Master Jiang: Aunt Song. Of course it is you. When I saw you for the first time, I seemed to see a fairy. Maybe this is what a fairy looks like. The galaxy is hot, and you are the ideal of the world.

Looking at the content he posted, Jiang Qi sighed deeply, and turned his head sideways. Looking at the night sky through the window, his brows were full of melancholy, recalling the day of running under the sunset, maybe that was my lost youth?

the other side,
Song Meiyue received an answer from someone, looked at the content carefully, and suddenly felt unspeakable emotions running through her whole body, joy mixed with a trace of happiness, happiness also contained a little sweetness, and sweetness concealed sporadic eager.

i am angel
I am the ideal in the world, this ideal should also belong to him, right?

Throwing down his mobile phone, grabbing a corner of the quilt, pulling it up forcefully, and burying his head in the quilt, that delicate body writhed slightly uncontrollably, unable to stop.

Soon,

Song Meiyue in the bed didn't move, and slipped into her head from under the bed with a hiss, with a touch of worry and helplessness on her face.

But he is sister Yaling's son!Wouldn't this be a little shocking?

The tangled emotions filled the air, leaving the 31-year-old a little overwhelmed.

this night

Song Meiyue stayed up all night.

the next morning,
Song Meiyue drove Jiang Yaling home in her sports car. Along the way, the two sisters chatted about women's topics, but Jiang Yaling was still in charge of teasing and Song Meiyue was in charge of cheering.

"Mitsuki?"

"What seems to be on your mind?" Jiang Yaling saw that Song Meiyue beside her seemed a little depressed, and asked with concern.

Song Meiyue pursed her lips, and said casually, "Maybe I didn't have a good rest last night, I was a little tired and lacked energy."

"Then don't go to work today, go home and have a good rest." Jiang Yaling said hastily.

"Ah."

Today's Song Meiyue didn't even think about going to work in the company, she just wanted to stay at home alone and be quiet.

After sending Jiang Yaling home, Song Meiyue went back straight away. When she got home, she sat on the sofa with a headrest in her arms, staring blankly at the coffee table. She fell asleep.

After Song Meiyue woke up from the sofa, she took out her mobile phone to check the time, only to realize that it was past eleven o'clock at noon, and she was thinking about making a bucket of instant noodles, when the doorbell rang in a hurry.

Song Meiyue frowned, got up and walked to the access control system, and pressed a button.

"Who? What's the matter?" Song Meiyue asked coldly.

Then,

There was someone's familiar voice.

"The little flying stick is coming!"

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(End of this chapter)