His Long Love

After Mr. Fu left, Meng Qingge sat down again on the sofa.

At this time, Meng Qingge's mobile phone ring, took out the mobile phone to see, it was Ji Wanzhou calling, Yu was Meng Qingge connected, "you finished the meeting?"

"Yes." Ji Wanzhou's deep and magnetic voice came from the handset, "are you ready? What about him? "

"Set up." Meng Qingge leaned back and leaned on the back of the sofa. "He's upstairs. He should sleep."

"Oh, that's good." Ji Wanzhou raised her eyebrows, "where's your grandfather? Did you get angry? "

Ji Wanzhou is more worried about Mr. Liu. After all, he is a lot older. If he is angry again, he will have a big crime.

"Not much fire." Meng Qingge picked her eyebrows and replied.

Liu wanted to get angry at that time, but after watching Meng Qingge, he restrained his anger. He didn't kill Ji minhuai as he said before. He didn't take off Ji minhuai's skin as Ji Wanzhou said before.

"Oh?" Ji Wanzhou's eyebrow tail lightly raised Yang, oh, with a bit of an accident, "didn't fight? It's also rare. "

Did you expect that Liu Laozi, who was so angry, could bear it?

Ji Wanzhou's lips are slightly hooked. It seems that it is because of Meng Qingge's presence. If it were not for Meng Qingge's presence today, but for his presence, Master Liu would definitely hit people.

I have to say that Mr. Liu still listens to Meng Qingge, the granddaughter-in-law.

"It's hard for you, thank you." Season evening boat sincerely to Meng Qingge said thank you, and then it seems to be remembered what, mouth corner and a little smile to come, "although only oral thanks, but also full of sincerity."

Meng Qingge picked her eyebrows and suddenly remembered what she had said to her before coming to Ji Wanzhou. He said before, "Mrs. Ji, thank you sincerely, and don't accept oral thanks."

"Thank you verbally." Meng Qingge picked a pick, what sincerity is not important, suddenly feel a little tired, so gently took a breath.

Ji Wanzhou keenly caught the call, then frowned and asked in a voice, "what's the matter? Are you tired?"

"Well, some." Meng Qingge did not intend to hide, chose to tell the truth, really feel a little tired, "I go to sleep."

"Well, my wife is working hard." Ji Wanzhou frowned slightly and said, "go back to your room and have a sleep."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Qingge got up from the sofa and walked to the elevator. Then he went back to the master bedroom on the third floor, got into bed and was ready to have a good rest.

This sleep, sleep until seven o'clock in the evening.

Meng Qingge opened his eyes, bleary, and then kneaded. Then he saw Ji Wanzhou sitting in a wheelchair, looking at her with a smile on her face. Her voice was gentle but gentle, "wake up?"

"Well..." Meng Qingge picked a eyebrow, en a, with a bit lazy meaning, looking at the season evening boat asked, "when do you come back?"

"It wasn't long since I came back." Ji Wanzhou said with a smile. When he came back, he saw that she was not in the hall. He wanted to rest in the bedroom, so he went upstairs directly. Sure enough, when he came back to the bedroom, he saw Meng Qingge sleeping soundly.

Meng Qingge sat up from the bed, frowned and looked at the electronic watch on the bedside table. It was already 7:30 p.m., so he asked aloud, "did you eat it?"

"Not yet." Ji Wanzhou said, "but the meal is almost ready. Let's go down."

"Well, good." Meng Qingge said, "you go first, I wash and then go."

"It's OK." Ji Wanzhou smiles and shakes his head. "I'll wait for you. We'll go down together."

Meng Qingge looked at the persistence of the season evening boat, so she picked her eyebrows, got down from the bed, put on her slippers, and said, "OK."

Meng Qingge quickly washed up, and then pushed Ji Wanzhou's wheelchair out of the bedroom, into the elevator, press the first floor.