Dirty Games

"Don't mind the two babes, just think they're playing P Lu Haoyang gathered in her ear and said in a deep voice.

She hung her head and did not speak.

Ma Xueting thinks that Lu Haoyang is not angry for jingxiaomeng, but that the two women have beaten themselves in the face.

As the saying goes, it's up to the owner to beat a dog. They scold Jing Xiaomeng. It's his husband who has lost face.

"Sister Xiaomeng, did you not understand the opera, so you fell asleep?" Ah Xia asked.

Jing Xiaomeng shrugged her shoulders. She didn't understand it. When she came, she had already read the plot. She probably knew what she was saying, but she didn't like the tone of the opera, like crying and howling.

"Well, turn the matter over and don't mention it any more." Lu Haoyang put his arm around her shoulder.

Ma Xueting in the heart of a low hum, she will not let this matter easily turn over.

After going back, she asked a Xia to send a microblog and circle of friends, and put photos taken secretly.

"Today's opera is so beautiful. My sister has been in tears since she saw it well."

It seems to be talking about her sister, but Jing Xiaomeng, who is sleeping in the picture, is clearly photographed.

Microblogging was spread all over the Longcheng celebrity circle in a second.

Jingxiaomeng came out of the bathroom and received Du Ruoling's wechat, "ha ha, you're really asleep. Have you lost face on the other side of the Pacific Ocean?"

Jing Xiaomeng wants to turn the page, but now she can't turn it over.

If she was just an ordinary person, she would not have attracted so much attention, but she was the youngest grandmother of the Lu family. All the eyes of the celebrities were staring at her.

I don't know how many women are secretly envious, envious and hateful. If you don't grasp the topic, it's strange to take the opportunity to step on it.

Jing Xiaomeng was so miserable that she began to cry secretly under the quilt.

As soon as Lu Haoyang came in, he lifted her quilt and looked at the tearful, pear blossom with rain appearance. He sighed.

"This little thing is worth crying about?"

"I'm sorry, I've disgraced you." She said sorry.

"Lost face over there?" He took her hand and put it in his face.

"Both sides are lost." She sniffed.

"And what do you feel?" His thin lips made a tiny arc and reached out to wipe the tears on her cheek.

She sobbed. "Why don't you wake me up when you see me asleep?"

"How can I wake you up when I'm asleep in such a boring opera?" Lu Haoyang said, took out his mobile phone, with his big V number, sent a micro blog, "tonight's opera is a bit boring, holding his wife to sleep."

Jingxiaomeng was shocked severely. Her eyes were wide open and looked at him with an unbelievable look. "Are you asleep, too? Is it true? " She felt like she was listening to the Arabian Nights. It was incredible.

"In fact, I don't like opera either. It's all old-fashioned plots. It's boring." Lu Haoyang shrugged and said slowly.

"Well." She nodded wildly, and was comforted instantly in her heart, "it's not as good as Huangmei Opera in my hometown."

"Sing me Huangmei Opera." Lu Haoyang shaved the tip of her small nose.

"Oh." She nodded, "in order to save Li Lang from his home, who would expect the number one in the imperial list..."

She just sang a paragraph, was interrupted by Lu Haoyang, "don't do this, sing me" fairy match. "

She gave him a coquettish sidelong glance. "The birds in the tree are in pairs, and the green waters and green mountains bring a smile..."

Lu Haoyang held the back of his head in his hands and leaned against the bar of the bed. His expression was very satisfied.

Her thick long eyelashes twinkled cunningly, and she changed her tune for a second, "ugliness, Aiah..."

He couldn't laugh or cry. He gently flicked her forehead, half with sarcasm and half with banter, and said, "after so many years of ugliness, do you have a deep understanding?"

"Yes, in this age of looking at faces, ugly women should be self-improvement, and ugly people should also have ambition." Her head point like a chicken pecking rice, before the depression and unhappiness quietly disappeared.

"It is also a rare state to be so ugly as to be enchanted." He rubbed her head like a little dough.

My mother-in-law is also a wonder. She can make her daughter look so ugly, but it's also good to avoid those bedbugs around the fool.

At this time, the celebrity circle of Longcheng has become a pot of porridge. Lu Haoyang's microblog has pushed the "sleepy door" event to a climax.

The most innocent lying gun is the opera itself.

The army of flatterers and brain pals came in succession.

Master Lu said it was boring. It must be boring. It was not wonderful at all.

Jing Xiaomeng feels guilty again. I'm sorry that the actors who worked so hard made them lie down.

Public opinion is really terrible.

Keyboard man is invincible.

……

In the morning, as soon as Jing Xiaomeng wakes up, Lu Haoyang tells her that her mother and brother are on their way home.She quickly packed up and went back to Jiangcheng with Lu Haoyang.

"Why is your brother Fang?" Lu Haoyang asked with some confusion.

"My father's surname is Fang." Jing Xiaomeng solemnly said, "I am the inheritor of the Jings' white case craftsmanship, so I have to be surnamed Jing. This is the rule. Otherwise, the craftsmanship will not be passed on to the public?"

When they arrived at Jiangcheng, Jing Peiyu and Fang Xiaomo had already arrived.

"Mom, brother!" Jing Xiaomeng hugs two people happily.

After two surgeries, Fang Xiaomo's leg nerve has been repaired and regained consciousness. He can stand up with the support. However, long-term rehabilitation treatment is needed to restore his walking ability.

"Haoyang, thanks to you this time, Xiaomeng can marry you such a good husband, I also feel relieved." Jingpeiyu said gratefully.

"It should be. It's all family." Lu Haoyang hugs Jing Xiaomeng's shoulder.

"I didn't expect that our ugly duckling could marry a rich family." Fang Xiaomo joked with a smile.

Jingxiaomeng spat out her tongue at him, "ugly duckling also has spring."

Fang Xiaomo laughs and shows Lu Haoyang the ugliest picture of Jing Xiaomeng. She is really tireless.

"You don't know, our mother is how ugly how to dress her, I am embarrassed to tell people outside that she is my sister."

Jing Xiaomeng glared at him and started singing when he didn't agree with each other

Lu Haoyang stroked her head and jokingly raised the corners of her mouth, "I'm not afraid. You're ugly with characteristics. It's really terrible to be ugly to have no characteristics."

Jing Xiaomeng is very injured. She continues to sing and comfort her injured young soul.

Jing Peiyu made a table of snacks for his son-in-law.

"Come on, let's try the most authentic Jingjia noodles and Jiangcheng snacks." Jing Xiaomeng gave him a piece of fresh bean skin.

"Hot and dry noodles, three fresh bean skins, and guantangbao are the three most distinctive snacks in Jiangcheng." Fang Xiaomo said.

Lu Haoyang tasted a mouthful of bean skin. "It's really thousands of cooks and thousands of flavors. Although they are all the handicrafts of your Jing family, the taste is still different."

"Of course my mom made the best." Jing Xiaomeng said with a smile.

After dinner, Lu Haoyang plays chess with Fang Xiaomo. Jing Peiyu pulls her daughter into the room and closes the door.

"Xiaomeng, I heard your cousin say that there is a fox spirit who clings to Haoyang all day and is pregnant with Haoyang. Isn't it true?"

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