"Xiao Qing'er, you said, what's the good thing about that bastard man? Why did you blind your eyes and marry such a bastard husband?" Wen Renren Jing Hong, wearing a red tight leather jacket, pouted, took off her boots angrily, and sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room. A lot of clothes I just bought were thrown by the sofa. I'm afraid that even in this life, I'm afraid that even if I've been in this life, I won't have that much. I used to consider that Liu Qing was the husband of his close friend, and he still had three points of face. But now, I only have one thought. While his friend Mu Wanqing is still young, I will persuade her to divorce sooner.

Mu Wanqing's face was calm. Just as she was about to speak, she saw her mother coming out of the kitchen with a pot of hot porridge. She hurriedly went up to her and wanted to help: "My mother, have you been home and staying? Why did she suddenly come back in two days?"

Seeing this, Aunt Yun hurriedly stopped Mu Wanqing's help, with a smile on her lips. She put the insulated pot filled with hot porridge on the mat on the coffee table. Then she blushed and said with a slightly red face, "Are you afraid that you two will lose me and will not be able to live a life?" She paused, looked at Wenren Jing Hong carefully, and suddenly said in surprise: "Isn't this Hong girl? When will she come back!"

Wenren Jing Hong then smiled and jumped off the sofa, took Aunt Yun's arm, and said with a giggle: "Mom, I haven't been back for a long time. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I miss you." As she said that, she picked out a few more items from the pile of things: "Mom, this is the gift I bought for you when Xiao Qing'er and I were shopping. You can wear it later to see if it's appropriate."

"Wenren Jing Hong, I warn you. My mother is my own." Mu Wanqing heard her call, and saw her hugging her so intimately. She hurriedly pushed her up, pushed Wenren Jing Hong away, and said angrily: "Please call you Aunt Yun in the future!" Mu Wanqing has always been very generous to her only close friend. But the only thing about her mother is that she insisted on not allowing her. Except for her, no one can call Aunt Yun.

"Yo, are you jealous again?" Wenren and Jing Hong pinched Mu Wanqing's delicate nose very hooligan, squinted her eyes and giggled: "But after that, my little Qing'er was jealous and angry. She looked really good and cute. I'm going to call me, mom, mom."

"Wenren Jing Hong!" Mu Wanqing's face turned pale with anger, and said angrily: "Why do you look the same as Liu Qing, always like to anger me?"

As soon as he heard Liu Qing's name, Wenren and Jing Hong had just cultivated some good emotions dissipated without a trace, and he no longer had the mood to bully Mu Wanqing. His little mouth pouted and he sat alone on the sofa and sulked.

Aunt Yun has lived for so many years, and naturally realized that this girl must have met Liu Qing and had some unpleasant things. After looking around, she saw that Liu Qing did not come back with them. She chuckled and changed the topic and said, "You are back so late, you probably haven't had late supper yet, right? I just happened to have cooked a pot of porridge. I was waiting for you to come back to eat." As she said that, she took the clean dishes and chopsticks placed on the dining table next to her.

"Ah, I just happened to be hungry. I had eaten well for dinner, but my mood was destroyed by that guy. Humph, who is it? I suddenly ran away after half of my meal." Wenren Jing Hong suddenly jumped up again, sniffed the aroma of the porridge, and looked slanderous: "That's great, it's crab paste porridge. I like to eat the porridge cooked by Aunt Yun the most. I can't eat such delicious porridge abroad. I haven't eaten it for years." As she said that, she took the bowls and chopsticks from Aunt Yun.

Aunt Yun naturally knew that she was talking about Liu Qing, and she didn't understand why Liu Qing ran away after eating half of the meal. You know, although Liu Qing, my family, has only been together for a few months, but she also knew that if he hadn't had a very important thing, he would never waste any food.

Unconsciously, he frowned slightly and said, "Young Master Liu probably hasn't eaten much, right? Wanqing, let's wait for him to eat together." In her era, it was natural and natural for his wife to wait for her husband who had not yet come back to have dinner together. This is what he taught Mu Wanqing in this way. If it weren't for something special, Mu Wanqing would have generally been able to do this.

"What? Do we still have to wait for that bastard to have a midnight snack together?" Wenren and Jing Hong looked aggrieved, touching her almost hungry stomach, and said unjustly: "Aunt Yun, that guy may be spending money and drinking everywhere now! We are a bunch of women who have to wait for him on hungry stomach. Wanqing, Wanqing, say something, if you wait any longer, your best sister will starve to death on the spot."

"If you starve to death, you will starve to death." With a click, Liu Qing opened the door and pushed it in. He just heard the exaggerated and coquettish shouts of the little girl Wenren Jing Hong.

"Mr. Liu, come back!" Aunt Yun gently pushed Mu Wanqing, but saw her staying there without moving. She sighed softly, and she chuckled to meet her, took the suit that Liu Qing put on her wrist, and said while hanging it: "Wanqing has been waiting for you for midnight snacks, and she has been waiting for a while." As she was speaking, her brows frowned slightly. There was obviously a smell of a woman's perfume on Liu Qing's suit jacket, and there was more than one. She lowered her head and walked towards him.

Liu Qing glanced at the hot pot of porridge, and had already guessed what was going on. He didn't expose Aunt Yun's words. Instead, he smiled indifferently and said, "Aunt Yun, why don't you stay at home for a few more days?" Seeing her coming, she deliberately lowered her head and chuckled and lowered her voice, "Can my old father-in-law be ineffective and can't stand the squeaking of you two beautiful women who are old and old? So..."

Even Aunt Yun's virtuous and kindness couldn't help but blush, and she pounded his chest with a harsh smile, "Tu, your mouth is so open. I dare to tease me? I finally know what Wan Qing feels."

Liu Qing didn't hide, let her beat her for a while, then laughed and said softly: "But I see Aunt Yun, you have suddenly improved a lot in the past two days. I said, "Are you a woman, you still have to rely on love to nourish her. It's just a pain..."

"You dare to say it." Aunt Yun's white face turned red, her apricot eyes were ashamed and annoyed, and she pushed him: "I'm covered in smelly sweat, why don't you get out and take a shower and then come out to have a porridge."

When Wenren Jing Hong saw Liu Qing suddenly appear, she said that she would starve to death. She wanted to retort, but because of Aunt Yun's presence, she suffered a lot of losses in the bickering. She could only temporarily suppress her stomach. She turned her grief and anger into appetite, picked up a small bowl, picked up a spoon and scooped a bowl of crab paste porridge. She smelled the fragrance, and for a moment, it seemed that some trouble was temporarily thrown behind her mind.

Liu Qing sniffed a smile on her body, walked to the sofa, and said indifferently: "The smelly man is smelly man, how can men not be ugly? Besides, I didn't eat much supper. Today I just got a lot of wine, and I was hungry. I had drunk porridge before going to wash it."

Aunt Yun was shocked. She was about to go up and pull him, but he was already dodged. She wanted to catch up quickly, but it was too late. She saw that when she passed by Mu Wanqing, Mu Wanqing's originally cold face changed slightly, and the tip of her pretty nose was slightly wrinkled. It seemed that she had smelled something bad. But it didn't happen, but her originally cold expression became much colder. Her eyes looked at Liu Qing even more indifferent.

Liu Qing didn't know it, but instead sat next to Wenren Jing Hong. He grabbed the crab paste porridge that Wenren Jing Hong had just blown a little cold, and was about to drink it. He picked up the spoon and drank it beautifully. The poor Wenren Jing Hong had just reacted and wanted to go up and compete with her color. But he found that Liu Qing's pervert had already drunk the bowl of porridge for half of the time. He grabbed the half of the crab hidden inside and started to chew it quickly. It looked as if he had been hungry for eight lifetimes and had never eaten anything.

Wenren Jing Hong made a move and almost fainted. Even if he snatched it back, could he still drink half a bowl of it? A moment of sadness passed in his heart. Could it be that he was really destined to be restrained by this guy? Because Aunt Yun was present, she couldn't speak dirty words. She had to secretly complain in her heart, drink, be careful of being infarcted by crab legs!

After a while of cursing in my heart, I felt much more comfortable. However, no matter how comfortable it was, I couldn't eat it as a meal! While Liu Qing was still eating, I scooped a bowl with another bowl. I endured the heat and ate it in front of Liu Qing's noodles. I thought to myself that it should be safe now. I was so beautiful that I was blowing for a while, but when I was about to drink it, I suddenly found that my hand lightened and the bowl was no longer in my hand.

When she turned around, she saw her bowl. At some point, she went to Liu Qing's hands again. In two mouthfuls, she went down half a bowl again...

"Liu Qing, do you want to drink porridge and don't serve it yourself?" Wenren and Jing Hong couldn't help it. She jumped three feet high and stood barefoot on the sofa. She wanted to increase her power by relying on her condescending posture. She inserted her slim waist and said fiercely: "What's the matter if you always rob me?"

While drinking porridge, Liu Qing chewed a crab prune as if nothing had happened, and said in a hurry: "It's just served, it's hot. Thank you for helping me cool it down." He said thank you, but he didn't even look at her directly.

Wenren Jing Hong's mind was dizzy and she fell down powerlessly. Now, she was finally convinced by him, widened her eyes and patted her forehead. She thought she was a hair dryer?
Chapter completed!