80s: Little Sweet Wife

Meimei had something in her heart, and she couldn't calm down while practicing yoga, so she simply sat on the mat and thought about how sacred Mo Qiaoling was, which really made her think about it.

This girl's old lady, she had discussed with Yan Mingshun a few days ago. She was a virtuous auntie with Mrs. Chang Qingsong. At that time, she wanted Yan Mingshun to marry her daughter.

It was this one named Mo Qiaoling!

"I can tell you that Mo Qiaoling must not be allowed to work in the company. What does auntie mean? Helping outsiders to plot against me and wanting to bring Mo Qiaoling into the company, is she trying to match you and Mo? Qiaoling..."

Meimei grumbled ramble, and she was very dissatisfied with her aunt.

Knowing that the old witch Hua was greedy, she still stuffed Mo Qiaoling in, lest the world be in chaos?

Yan Mingshun touched his nose. He still underestimated Meimei's IQ, but she didn't expect her to remember it.

"I don't even remember what Mo Qiaoling looked like. Even if I did join the company, how could I meet him if I didn't go to work?" Yan Mingshun comforted someone who was irritable.

"Did you promise to let Mo Qiaoling go to work in the company?"

Eyebrows and eyebrows stood upright, extremely angry, and glared at Yan Mingshun accusingly.

Yan Mingshun sighed helplessly, a woman's focus will always be different from a man's, obviously he didn't say anything.

"Of course it's impossible. Mo Qiaoling is just a passerby. It has nothing to do with our lives. There will never be any intersection."

Meimei pouted, "That's not necessarily true, doesn't your aunt want her to have an intersection with you?"

Yan Mingshun: ... Every time he refuted him, he responded very quickly and was eloquent.

"I'll call my cousin right now."

Yan Mingshun made a decision immediately, picked up the phone and called Mo Xiuyuan, and turned on the speakerphone.

"Don't worry, this Mo Qiaoling came to the company to apply for a job right after graduating, but I told the human resources department and got on our company's blacklist, so it's impossible to be admitted."

Mo Xiuyuan's voice came out, and Yan Mingshun looked at Meimei with a teasing look in his eyes.

Meimei also felt that her jealousy was a bit inexplicable. She coughed a few times, concealed the unnaturalness on her face, raised her round chin and said, "It's right not to be admitted, and even if you meet in the future, you are not allowed to say hello..."

She suddenly looked at Yan Mingshun vigilantly, "You didn't meet her, did you?"

Otherwise, how could there be no news for several years, and suddenly came out again?

Yan Mingshun's heart skipped a beat, and he deeply doubted the argument that he was pregnant for three years.

His daughter-in-law didn't become stupid at all, on the contrary, she became more shrewd, and she could guess that Mo Qiaoling had met him by chance!

"I met her when I bought you dumplings last time, but I ignored her." Yan Mingshun emphasized the latter sentence, expressing his innocence~www.readwn.com~ Meimei said with a 'that's true' expression, gnashing her teeth. : "I knew she had bad intentions, and she must still want to marry you... stinky shameless!"

"Don't worry, she can't even match your toe, and soldiers can't marry big, the situation you're worried about can't happen."

Yan Mingshun calmly analyzed, saying that the relationship between him and Mo Qiaoling is completely impossible.

Meimei took a deep breath and hummed, "If you dare to marry again, I'll cut your penis..."

Yan Mingshun became cold, and his daughter-in-law not only became more shrewd, but also became more and more cruel...

The phone rang, and Uncle Mo called, and he hung up after talking for a while.

"Ming Shun, don't worry, I'll lock the phone at home, and keep the keys, and then let your aunt go to work in the fields. I'll be busy every day and get rid of the monsters."

Uncle Mo was taught a lesson by Grandma Mo, and he was angry and ashamed. When he got home, he scolded his wife and hurriedly called to explain the situation.