Reborn Sweet Wife: Quan Shao's favorite

Meng Zizhao was also taken aback, staring at the friend request in a daze.

what's the situation?Is there such a showy operation?

After staring at the phone page for a while, he came to his senses: "Oh, it should be Aunt Zhao, she said today that she would introduce her daughter to me."

He spoke so fluently that he didn't notice that the face of the girl sitting beside him changed.

When he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and looked back, he realized that Yao Shuangshuang had turned pale.

"Daughter-in-law, that's not what I mean, she is..."

"It's okay." Yao Shuangshuang smiled, passed the friend verification directly, and threw the phone to Meng Zizhao, "Go and get to know Aunt Zhao's daughter well, I have to go home first."

Seeing Yao Shuangshuang took the bag and got up to leave, how could Meng Zizhao bother to look at his phone?Quickly pulled the person back again, "Daughter-in-law, listen to me, it's not like that, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the phone rang a WeChat notification.

Then, Aunt Zhao sent a photo.

The girl is wearing a light-colored dress, standing by the lake, the corners of the skirt swaying slightly with the wind, a slim figure is reflected on the sparkling water, she looks at the camera with a pure face.

Mencius: "..."

How the hell would he explain this to his girlfriend?

Afraid that Yao Shuangshuang would misunderstand, Meng Zizhao hurriedly said: "Daughter-in-law, this Aunt Zhao is playing cards in the small courtyard of the Li family. I didn't promise to have sex with her daughter..."

"Where are you going? What does it have to do with me?" Yao Shuangshuang ate as if nothing had happened.

Meng Zizhao thought to himself, it's over, he is angry.

Fortunately, he didn't leave, so he still had a chance to explain.

"Really not, am I the kind of half-hearted person?" Meng Zizhao said kindly.

Yao Shuangshuang glanced at him with scrutiny in his eyes, "Aren't you?"

"..." This serious look is going to choke him to death!
Mencius sighed, "She often plays cards in the small courtyard of Li's family. I left the phone number to find out about Aunt Huo's injury."

Who knew that she would add WeChat, and be so foolish as to directly send photos of her own girl?
"Isn't there no surveillance around there? I just want to see if I can get something out of them. Aren't I also doing this to help Jing Yuan?" Meng Zizhao smiled and flattered him.

Yao Shuangshuang ignored him, just glanced at his mobile phone, "Your Aunt Zhao has sent you a voice message, don't you want to listen?"

The smile on Meng Zizhao's face froze immediately.

This is really angry...

Okay, okay, listen, listen, what else can't you listen to?
He clicked on the green label, and then heard Aunt Zhao's voice: "How about you, pretty boy, is my daughter okay? You should break up with your girlfriend, my daughter is more suitable for you!"

Mencius: "..."

Yao Shuangshuang: "..."

Two seconds later, Meng Zizhao ran out with the desire to survive: "My wife, look, I told her that I have a girlfriend!"

Does this prove his innocence?Yao Shuangshuang glanced at him, and silently cursed two words: "Retarded!"

……

Meng Zizhao spent a lot of time explaining to Yao Shuangshuang, but fortunately, Yao Shuangshuang finally believed his words and did not continue to be angry because of Aunt Zhao's WeChat.

Then, he continued to go to Li's small courtyard, every day, and every time he lost money, thousands of dollars.

In this way, he soon became acquainted with the old people who played cards in the yard, and everyone liked him very much, and regarded him as the God of Wealth, so he almost set up an incense case to confess.

The more money you lose, the more you get used to it, the easier it is to talk about some things.

So, while the proprietress was not paying attention, Meng Zizhao chatted with the grandpas and aunts who were playing cards at the same table: "I heard that the proprietress here died a few years ago, her husband?"

Uncle Li, who usually talks a lot, answered immediately: "Isn't it? This woman is also pitiful. Her husband used to work on a construction site. Not long after she was pregnant, her husband was crushed to death by a brick on the construction site. She alone It’s not easy for people to guard this store and bring their children.”

"Then is there anyone else in her family? I think that child follows her every day?" Meng Zizhao asked again.

Aunt Zhang said: "Her father-in-law and mother-in-law are in the countryside. They originally wanted to take care of her children. She didn't want to, saying that there was a generation gap, and she was afraid that the children would be misled, so she always took care of her own. She is also filial. Sending money home for a month, living a very poor life."

Sighing, Aunt Zhang said again: "There is no way, there are old people and young people, and life is hard for anyone in the stall."

Aunt Zhao, who was thinking about introducing her daughter to Meng Zizhao, saw that he was talking so much today, so she asked cautiously: "Little pretty boy, don't you just like this widow?"

"How is it possible?" Meng Zizhao reflexively refused, only to realize that his reaction was a little too big, and immediately said, "I'm just curious, purely curious, nothing else."

Aunt Zhao stared at him suspiciously for a few seconds, perhaps because she was afraid that he would really like this widow, she immediately said, "Speaking of which, I think Xiaofen's life has been much easier recently."

The proprietress of Li's small courtyard is called Liu Shufen, and everyone who knows her better calls her Xiaofen.

After Aunt Zhao said so, Uncle Li also said: "That's right, Xiaofen has recently put on makeup and powder, and even changed to a foreign perfume, and often buys toys for children, unlike before, when buying a bottle of soy sauce, you have to bargain."

Aunt Zhang laughed, "Lao Li, you have to listen carefully! Why, did you fall in love with Xiaofen?"

People who are quite old have experienced everything, and they are all in the market, so they have no scruples about making jokes.

Uncle Li was very concerned, and glared and said: "Don't talk nonsense! My grandson is already several years old, how can there be such fancy intestines?"

What followed were some irrelevant words, and Meng Zizhao listened to him half-heartedly, and he didn't play cards carefully. Anyway, he gave the money if he gave it.

His attention was on the counter.

After observing carefully for a while, he really found that the proprietress was living a good life, wearing a jade bracelet on her hand, and her son was having a lot of fun with a toy in his hand.

He checked online, and the toy sold for thousands of dollars.

It seems that this proprietress is weird.

Seeing that Meng Zizhao kept swiping with his mobile phone and stopped playing cards, several other people began to urge:
"Little pretty boy, do you want to play or not?"

"Don't you have no money?"

"Don't talk about losing every day...Little pretty boy, we can't bear to see you lose so much money. Otherwise, don't fight today."

Meng Zizhao didn't speak, got up and went to the counter.

The proprietress was playing toys with her son, when she saw someone approaching, she quickly stood up, "Handsome guy, do you want cigarettes or water?"

"Bring me a bottle of green tea." Meng Zizhao said, his eyes turned around the other party, and finally his eyes fell on the toy in her son's hand, "Boss lady, where did you buy this toy? It seems It’s very fun, tell me about it, and I’ll buy one for my nephew too.”

The proprietress didn't think much, and said, "I bought it at Zhengda Mall."

"Zhengda Mall?" Meng Zizhao unscrewed the green tea, took a sip, and suddenly smiled, "The things there are not cheap, do you get any discounts when you go to buy them? I lose so much money playing cards every day, can you help me?" Bargaining?"

Hearing this, the proprietress' face changed slightly.

It seems that they are here to talk.

She just said, well-dressed, he looks like a rich man, and every day he doesn't do business, he comes here to play cards with those old men and women, and loses every day, how could he have no purpose?
"Where can I bargain? My son has been staring at that toy for several months, and I saved money for several months before buying it for him." The proprietress smiled apologetically, "And, sir, I see you It's not like someone who lacks that little money, so don't make fun of me."

Meng Zizhao talked to her there for a while, but the other party was very cautious and didn't show any clues.

But the more so, the more Meng Zizhao felt wrong.

After leaving the small courtyard of the Li family, Meng Zizhao went to find Huo Jingyuan and told Huo Jingyuan about it.

"Do you think there's something wrong with the proprietress?" Huo Jingyuan asked.

Mencius crossed his legs and laughed, "Isn't it weird that a person who is usually so poor is suddenly so willing to spend money? And I checked specifically, and she sent a lot of money to her hometown this month."

The combination of all the signs made people feel that she was bought.

However, there is no evidence.

Huo Jingyuan also suspected the proprietress. After all, when Qiao Ruoqing was arrested, the proprietress was a witness, and she provided almost all the evidence, which was not good for Qiao Ruoqing.

He propped his chin with his hand, and rubbed the pad of his thumb on his chin twice, thinking about what to do next.

Meng Zizhao was waiting quietly.

Seeing Huo Jingyuan put his hand down, Meng Zizhao immediately asked, "How is it? Do you have a solution?"

Huo Jingyuan glanced at him, called Cheng Han into the office, and made a series of arrangements.

……

Qiao Ruoqing didn't know what Qiao Yu was up to, so she didn't live at home, and moved to Huo Jingyuan's apartment these few days.

When Huo Jingyuan had time, they would go to see Tang Lan together. Usually, she would study how to cook in the apartment.

Although Huo Jingyuan told her not to be so busy, she wanted to find something to do and didn't want to be idle all the time.

Ever since, Huo Jingyuan often ate all kinds of dark dishes.

And the most troublesome thing is that even if it is dark food, but it is made by my girlfriend, I have to eat it, and I can't dislike it.

Looking at Huo Jingyuan's slightly frowned eyebrows, Qiao Ruoqing asked very self-consciously, "What's wrong? Is it delicious?"

"No." Huo Jingyuan didn't even hesitate for a second, and directly vetoed it, and after swallowing the food, he still didn't forget to praise his girlfriend, "I've made progress, it's much more delicious than last time."

Qiao Ruoqing didn't believe it, after all, Huo Jingyuan's expression... was too unbelievable.

She picked up a chopstick, put it into her mouth, and immediately spit it out wrapped in a tissue in the next second.

Is this considered progress?Then how unpalatable did she make it before?