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Chapter 1192 Campus Essay: Great God, Make an appointment for a battle (51)

Le Tong pondered for a moment, and then continued: "Recently, I have received invitations from several well-known dance troupes. I am still thinking about it. If it is suitable, I may join the troupe. If it doesn't work, I will simply change my career."

"Changing careers?!" Ming Jiaqi was a little surprised, "Will your mother promise you to give up dancing?"

Le Tong nodded with a smile, "She has no objection." Since Le's mother was cured, she has become a lot more normal, and now she basically won't interfere with her decisions.

"Sure enough, women who fall in love are not ordinary." Ming Jiaqi clicked his tongue a few times.

Le Tong laughed. To be honest, Ming Jiaqi is really a very cute woman. She is in her 40s now, but she has the same mentality as a little girl, and she will not put on the airs of an elder. easy.

"Tongtong should live with me." Ming Jiaqi expressed his thoughts while waiting for the traffic light, "Two years ago, your mother sold the house before going abroad, and now you have no place to live, let you It's not safe for a little girl to go out and rent a house. After much deliberation, it's best to move here to live with us. Anyway, the house you and Uncle Mao have is quite big, and I just have one more person to talk to."

Le Tong was silent for a while, then smiled and answered.

It was already 4 p.m. when we arrived at Ming Jiaqi's villa.

Le Tong doesn't have much luggage, so he can simply pack it up.

"Is the room still satisfactory?" Ming Jiaqi leaned against the door and looked at Mrs. Le Tong who was arranging clothes, "If you are not satisfied, you can change it."

"No, it's fine." Le Tong hung the last piece of clothing in the closet, looked back at Ming Jiaqi with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry to trouble Auntie Ming."

"What are you talking about being polite? In my heart, you are like my own daughter. Isn't it only natural for elders to love their daughters?"

Le Tong pursed her lips and smiled, "Auntie Ming said this, and I'm not worried that Brother Ming will be jealous."

Brother Ming, Ming Jiaqi's son, is three years older than her. He went abroad to study six years ago, and rarely comes back except during the Chinese New Year.

In fact, she can probably think of the reason why Brother Ming didn't come back, mainly because Ming Jiaqi gave him such a weird name, Mao Xiaoming.

Every student will meet Xiao Ming when they are in school. It is not surprising that any math problem is the series of "Xiao Ming Xiao Hong", and even every inner joke will carry the name of Xiao Ming.

No, it's not just names, it's celebrities.

Thinking of this name, Le Tong is inexplicably cola, what is vulgar is elegant, this is it!
"He would be jealous." Ming Jiaqi curled his lips, "If he didn't murder his mother with a knife, he would be Amitabha."

"Aunt Ming, if Brother Ming really minds his name, why don't you change it for him?"

"What to change?" The boss Ming Jiaqi was not happy. "I think this name is very good. You see, my surname is Ming. Isn't it normal for my son to be named Xiao Ming? Doesn't it mean that he is my son?"

Le Tong silently admired Zhu Gaoxiang for Mao Xiaoming in his heart, and it was helpless to have such a mother.

"I almost forgot my business when I was talking to you." Ming Jiaqi slapped his head before remembering his purpose of going upstairs, "The food is ready, you can go downstairs to eat."

Le Tong looked at the time, hey~ It's already 7 o'clock in the evening, no wonder I felt hungry just now.

Go downstairs with Ming Jiaqi.

After sitting down, Le Tong realized that there was one person missing, "Where's Uncle Mao?"

(End of this chapter)