Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

After being in a daze for a while, Meng Lang took out "Intimate Paradise" from behind, and recorded Wang Ye's heinous crimes of slandering the boss in a book.

Afterwards, he leaned close to the little girl and gently hugged her fragrant shoulders.

"In fact, it's not bad now, after all, I always think that the best corporate culture is to do nothing—this is just like the situation we had in the bedroom just now, as long as I can make a good start as the initiator, even if I lie down If I stay still, the development of the situation will often go as I wish..."

The little girl's face was dyed red again: "Bah~ you stinky rascal, stop talking nonsense! If this goes on like this, Sister Bao'er will almost be spoiled by you..."

"Wouldn't that be better?" Meng said with a playful smile, "There will be two hooligans in the family, and you will be twice as happy~"

"Stop coming here! This fast... What are you doing, Meng Lang!? Are you Teddy!? No more, let me down!"

"Hehehe~Girl, this is up to you~I will get the certificate next week, and I have to hurry up and give you extra lessons to test your hands-on ability and practical ability..."

Just as Meng Lang and the little girl were obsessed with studying and swarming into the bedroom, Feng Baobao's pupils trembled undetectably behind them, and the red rope on the wrist, which symbolized the blood curse of obsession, flashed undetectably at the same time Baoguang.

Sitting in a chair in a daze for a while, Gua Po Niang took out her mobile phone, selected "the third relative" in the contact column, and clicked to dial.

"Du-doo-hello, is it the baby?" Mei Jinfeng's familiar voice came from the phone.

"Like me, godmother."

"It's so late, you're looking for me...what's the matter?"

"I... I don't know, I... I'm a little dizzy."

"Dizziness?! Are you sick? Is that boy Meng Lang by your side? Let him take you to the hospital!"

"It's not like spicy pot, I don't get sick, I just watch Meng Lang and Gua Meier get into bed, just...just..."

"Don't worry, baby! How about this, you send a message to Meng Lang, saying that you will come to live with me tonight, and we will talk slowly after we meet."

"Oh, yes, I know."

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ps: first update

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Chapter 622

A few days later, on December 12th.

In the afternoon, the winter sun shines on the face through the car window, which is very warm and comfortable, just like Zhuge Dali's mood at this time.

Holding the little red notebook she just got, she snuggled into the arms of her mother beside her, smiling with tears in her eyes.

Zhuge Dasheng smiled kindly, and reached out to help his daughter wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Silly girl, isn't this the day you have been looking forward to, why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, I'm just happy."

There was an unconcealable happy smile on the corner of the little girl's mouth, and when she looked at the man in the driver's seat who was now her husband, her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Mom, I miss Dad. I know, you won't let him stay abroad alone. Where is he now? Can... take me to see him?"

"This……"

Zhuge Dali smiled bitterly, then nodded heavily: "No problem! Xiaolang, please turn around and get on the high-speed line. Our family will go back to Bagua Village."

"What!? Sister (aunt), you (you) think twice!" x3

Before Meng could speak, Zhuge Qing, father and son sitting at the end of the seven-seater SUV, exclaimed first.

Zhuge Cheng was even more anxious: "Sister! Don't forget that Xiaolang has an important position, and he has to go to Kyoto tonight to participate in tomorrow's Five-Party Talks. It's not good for us to waste his time at this time ?”

"Um Uncle, I'm actually not that anxious."

In the driver's seat, Meng Lang lightly raised his hand and said, "After all, Mr. Zhao Fangxu and Mr. Zhao participated in the meeting on behalf of the flower-growing world. I just watched the live broadcast of the meeting with others in the conference room to help out with some ideas. I'm a little late." It’s not a big problem at all, it’s okay to go to Bagua Village first.”

"That's not okay! If this matter is spread, there may be someone with good intentions to add fuel to it. What if Dali is rumored to be Daji Baosi? My Zhuge family can't afford this reputation!"

"Uh...uncle, this car is full of our own people, we just go back to the village to help my father-in-law sweep the grave, who would go out and talk too much?"

"Who said no? I'm the talkative one!"

In order to prevent the little girl from going back to the village, Zhuge Gong obviously went all out. No, under the suspicious eyes of everyone, he, the majestic head of the Zhuge family, took out a tissue and began to cry:

"Oh... Great Sage, Dali, to tell you the truth, in fact, I suffered from an incurable disease decades ago, and I like to talk to people as soon as I fall asleep. The gossip was all spread while I was taking a nap."

Everyone: "..."

"So, I really can't keep my mouth shut, why don't we go back to the village?"

Seeing Zhuge Cheng's anxious eyes in the rearview mirror, Meng Lang smiled casually, "It's okay, uncle~ Anyway, today is such a festive day, and Dali's wish must be fulfilled."

"What's the big deal? After I pay homage to my father-in-law, I'll go to the capital with the sword in the clouds. Just be careful and you'll be fine."

"This……"

Just when Zhuge Cheng couldn't think of a good reason to object for a while, and was so anxious that he was about to lose his hair, Zhuge Dali smiled very understandingly and said: "Husband, I think what uncle said is right, since I married into Meng The gate of the family should be for the sake of the Meng family, you should not send me back to the village."

"Ah? But if I don't send you off, what about my father-in-law?"

"Fool, you are not the only driver here, I can ask Xiao Hei to drive us back to the village! We still have a long time to come, Dad will have a chance to meet you, son-in-law~"

"... Dali, you are so kind."

Meng Lang's voice was full of emotion.

'No--!want--!ah--! '

Zhuge San and his son's minds were filled with the sound of shattered hopes.

Soon, the car returned to the downstairs of the love apartment. The five members of Zhuge's family changed to other cars and went back to the village to visit the grave. Meng Lang took Feng Baobao upstairs, changed his clothes, and prepared to leave for the capital.

"Baby, Dali should come back tonight. I left some food in the refrigerator for you. You can eat it as soon as it's warmed up. Then I'll go first?"

However, it was the little hand on the corner of his clothes that answered him.

"What's the matter baby?" Meng Lang didn't know why.

"Spicy pot... Kyoto, I will accompany you."

"You want to go too? You can, but I'm on business this time, so I probably don't have time to play with you."

"Don't worry, I'll find something to play with myself."

"Well... that's ok, you go and change into decent clothes, let's go."