80s: Little Sweet Wife

"Anyway, you and Dad leave quickly, and don't come to Kyoto in the future. You don't have to cause trouble, and you have to implicate me. Maybe I won't be able to stay in Kyoto anymore."

Chang Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief, which could be regarded as bluffing his mother.

Hearing that, Chang's father would also implicate his son. His expression suddenly became serious. He dragged his wife and was about to enter the station. He said to Chang Qingsong, "I'll take your mother home now, you can go to work here and talk to your relatives. , you have to treat others well..."

"I know……"

Chang Qingsong nodded from time to time, without his father's instructions, he would also be kind to him, and he would impress his parents with sincerity and let them agree to marry his daughter to him!

Meimei was frightened in the hospital, so she didn't dare to meddle in her own business anymore. She instructed Aunt Fang to tell her not to talk about the hospital with Yan Mingshun, so that Yan Mingshun would not have to talk about her again.

It's just that she didn't know, how could Aunt Fang be different from what Yan Mingshun said, and just returned home, she reported it one by one, but Yan Mingshun saw that there was nothing wrong with Meimei, and he still stayed at home consciously, so he thought he didn't know. .

Although Meimei didn't go out, she knew everything about the hospital well, because Ren Qianqian was there, she would go to the hospital every day and come back to her house to report in detail.

"Chang Qingsong fooled his parents home, that's the day." Ren Qianqian said while eating watermelon.

Meimei raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, "That Chang Qingsong is a bit of a saving grace."

Ren Qianqian snorted, spit out a handful of watermelon seeds, and said disdainfully: "This is his duty, his best parents, who doesn't wipe his butt? I'll be angry when I talk about this, it's such a brain. In the water, I used to praise Chang Qingsong's parents for how good they were to her, what the hell...

At first glance, that old witch is not a good stubble, with triangular eyes, hanging eyebrows, thin mouth, high cheekbones, and no flesh on her face. At first glance, this kind of face is mean, and her mind is not right. Her son is the world. The richest man, I am not rare to marry! "

Aunt Fang held out a homemade fruit smoothie and gave Meimei a small plate, but Ren Qianqian had a large plate, red watermelon, yellow mango pineapple, and apple grapes... Sprinkled some crushed ice, It is full of dazzling, looking at the appetite.

"Qianqian is right, a man with such a mother-in-law must never marry, and would rather be a bachelor." Aunt Fang shares Qianqian's affection.

Meimei ate the smoothie in small mouthfuls, shook her head and said, "It's not up to us whether to marry or not.

Ren Qianqian's face was bitter all of a sudden, isn't it!

"How is Qiqi's body?" Meimei asked concernedly~www.readwn.com~ She is almost better. The doctor said that she will have an examination today and she can be discharged without any problems. "

"Then what does she mean?"

Ren Qianqian shrugged, "Who knows? This girl doesn't say a word from morning to night now, which makes me anxious."

Meimei sighed, Chang Qingsong's appearance and talent are indeed very good, and it is understandable that she loves him so much that she cannot extricate herself from it. Besides, this is still her first love, so how can it be so easy to break it?

The time passed day by day, and the graduation ceremony will be held tomorrow. Qiqi's body has returned to its original state, but his personality has been much quieter. Uncle Bagan took time to go back to the racecourse a few times. Her mother and second brother and second sister-in-law have been staying in Kyoto to take care of them. she.

"Ama, second brother, second sister-in-law, let me give birth to this child, I can't bear..."

In the early morning, the golden sunlight leaked through the window screen and dripped on her pale face. Tears welled up in her eyes, but her expression was very firm.