The Almighty Wife explodes

Looking back at Meng Haoyu, whose eyes were bloodshot, she was extremely angry.

"You son of a bitch, you're frightening to death."

Meng Haoyu didn't answer her words, but stared at her with a pair of eyes, with a very complicated expression, and asked again in grief.

"Why didn't you tell me such an important thing!"

What he said confuses Liu Mei.

Even Meng Yao on the sofa stared wide-eyed.

Well, this little fat man won't think about it again!
"What, what?" Liu Mei was at a loss.

The little fat man gritted his teeth, tears were in his eyes, and the tears did not fall for a long time, and his tone was heavy, "Don't pretend, I already know about your terminal illness."

Daringly, in Meng Haoyu's eyes, a disease that cannot be cured is tantamount to a terminal illness.

Meng Yao: "Pfft."

The happy fat house water she just drank was sprayed out by her.

Liu Mei was horrified, but she didn't recover.

Meng Haoyu sighed, gritted his teeth and said: "I know, you must be afraid that I will worry if you don't tell me. During the remaining time of your life, I will not make you angry. Although you have a bad temper, Always hit me, but I will be your son in the next life."

Veins popped up on Liumei's forehead.

"Meng Haoyu, you little bastard, I haven't hit you for a few days and your skin is itchy, aren't you! Are you cursing me to death, you little bastard!"

"Mom, I didn't, Mom! Start lightly, ouch, it hurts!"

A burst of chicken and dog jumping.

Afterwards, Meng Haoyu realized that menopause is not a terminal illness.

He was punched several times, gasped in pain, and then looked at Meng Yao with resentful eyes.

It's all because she didn't make it clear!

Meng Yao held back her laughter very hard.

How could she be blamed for this, she didn't expect which direction Meng Haoyu would think about.

Who in a normal person would think that?

Anyway, she won't.

As soon as Liumei's food was ready, Meng Jiancheng went home.

Seeing the rich food on the table, he nodded slowly, and looked at Liu Mei with admiring eyes, but Liu Mei was not happy at all.

What Meng Yao said just now was like a thorn, piercing into Liu Mei's heart.

If you really love her, how could you let her cook so many dishes.

Go out to eat, or let the nanny do it?

Dissatisfied in her heart, Liu Mei didn't show it, she pulled out a forced smile, and put the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

After everything was done, Meng Yao sat down and picked up chopsticks to eat.

Looking at the rich food on the table, her appetite increased greatly.

"Yaoyao, does the food suit your appetite?"

Suddenly, Meng Jiancheng's gentle voice came from next to his ear.

Meng Yao shuddered, the food in her mouth suddenly tasted bad.

He actually called himself Yaoyao.

Is it disgusting?

Meng Yao pursed her lips, swallowed the food in her mouth like chewing wax, stared straight at Meng Jiancheng, and cut straight to the point.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Meng Jiancheng laughed dryly, without showing any signs of expression, "I just feel that I, as a father, owe you so much all these years, so I asked your Aunt Liu to cook this meal in order to ease our relationship."

Meng Yao pretended to be confused, she shook her head.

"No, there is no debt. I think our relationship is pretty good now. It's great that we don't interfere with each other."

She really does.

However, she couldn't hold back the smile on Meng Jiancheng's face.

He probably felt that what he said was mocking him.

Totally unnecessary.

"You're still blaming my father."