You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

After half an hour.

A private lounge in Beijing.

Cheng Zhuo was led by the waiter to the innermost private room.

Along the corridor, Cheng Zhuo walked at a leisurely pace.

The heart is far from being so calm.

He has been mentally prepared since the first day when he went to Yueji Greenhouse to apply for a job.

That man with great powers will one day find out that something is wrong with him and find him.

He had thought about what he would say if he met Qi Mo.

But this moment has really come.

The sense of tension is still flowing in my heart.

If you thought about it before, you just forget it.

The waiter opened the door of the private room and led Cheng Zhuo in.

Qi Mo faced the door sideways, crossed his long legs, and sat on the sofa by the French window.

Most of his face was sunk in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Cheng Zhuo took a shallow breath, bit the bullet, and sat down on the sofa opposite Qi Mo.

Pretending to be relaxed, he smiled and said hello:

"Mr. Qi, hello, it's the first time we meet, I'm Cheng Zhuo, the store manager of Yueji Flower House."

Qi Mo raised his eyes, and there was a chill in his deep black eyes.

His eyes slowly flicked across Cheng Zhuo's face.

Every second of staying is like examining.

Cheng Zhuo was staring at him with substance, making his heart feel weak.

Just when he couldn't help but say something to adjust the atmosphere, he heard Qi Mo's calm and low voice, faintly:

"Hello, Cheng Zhuo, or I should call you, the second son of the Equation Group."

After the last syllable fell, Qi Mo forced people to look directly at him.

Cheng Zhuo's breathing stopped suddenly, as if his heart was being choked.

There was still a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the tension in his heart.

The hands hidden under the table clenched slightly.

too frightening.

The man's eyes seemed to see through everything.

Cheng Zhuo is not a timid person.

Even on the contrary, under the strong education of his elder brother since childhood, he is more courageous than his peers.

At this moment, Cheng Zhuo felt the same strong sense of oppression on Qi Mo as he did when facing his brother.

As if he didn't say anything, his momentum lowered a bit.

Cheng Zhuo clenched his fists a little bit, relieved the tension, showed a frank expression, met Qi Mo's gaze, and looked back.

"Sure enough, there is nothing that can hide Mr. Qi." He paused, and said lightly, "But Mr. Qi, don't get me wrong, I don't have two jobs. My brother is in charge of the Equation Group, and it has nothing to do with me."

After all, Cheng Zhuo blinked his clear and hot eyes.

Some innocent looks very much like Sheng Mumu.

The hostility in Qi Mo's stern eyebrows quietly dissipated, and he looked at Cheng Zhuo again.

When he spoke again, his voice was calmer than before:

"The flower shop, thank you for helping my wife."

Qi Mo has a clear distinction between public and private, as well as grievances and grievances.

This sentence expresses gratitude as a husband to those who have helped his wife.

But the next sentence changed the attitude.

The brows were slightly raised, and the aura suddenly became cold.

As a man, asking:

"What is your purpose for approaching her?"

……

Xiyu Yueting.

Feng Yaoqin, who had other plans in mind, looked down at his watch.

Butler Zhang looked at all directions, and immediately asked:

"Ma'am, are you staying here to rest tonight, or...?"

Feng Yaoqin waved his hand, "I won't stay here, I'll come over for dinner when Qi Mo returns."

The meaning of the words is that after returning from this trip, he will stay in Beijing for a period of time, and sometimes he will have the opportunity to come and discipline his daughter-in-law.

Steward Zhang said in a respectful tone, "I'll send Madam and Miss Qiao there."

"You don't need to send it." Feng Yaoqin raised his tone and looked at Sheng Mumu meaningfully.

Sheng Mumu understood immediately, and jumped up from the sofa:

"Mom, I'll see you off."

Feng Yaoqin frowned slightly: "..."

I didn't speak for a long time just now, but now I pick up the conversation quite quickly.

Sheng Mumu saw Feng Yaoqin's expression.

Just pretend not to see it.

Sigh silently in my heart.

She finally understood today why so many people said that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is the most difficult relationship to maintain.

Not too warm, not too cold.

Not salty or light, let alone, that would be said to be perfunctory.

Compared with looking at the face of the boss at work in the past, it is a hundred times more difficult to act on the face of the mother-in-law.

Just now she had settled her relationship with her fake husband and cheap son, and then a difficult mother-in-law appeared.

Ahhhhh, help.

She quietly took a deep breath and adjusted her mentality.

Think of it as 50 per month.

Sheng Mumu, Sheng Mumu, you can do it.

Throw yourself into the role of "virtuous daughter-in-law" as soon as possible!

Sheng Mumu sent Feng Yaoqin to the gate of a villa eight buildings away.

Looking up, it was slightly smaller than the one they lived in.

But if only Feng Yaoqin and Qiao Li lived together, it would be more than enough.

Sheng Mumu said goodbye to Feng Yaoqin with a smile, and said in a sensible and gentle way:

"Mom, you often come to our place for dinner when you are free."

Feng Yaoqin said suddenly: "Don't go back in a hurry, come in, I'll teach you a few dishes that Qi Mo likes to eat, after you learn it, cook it for them."

"Ah?" Sheng Mumu almost subconsciously wanted to refuse, "I still have to learn how to cook at night..."

How presumptuous are you.

Seeing her appearance, Qiao Li couldn't help but start to hold back her laughter.

Xia Chan buzzed, Feng Yaoqin didn't quite hear Sheng Mumu's words, "What did you say?"

Sheng Mumu warmly took her mother-in-law's arm:

"In the evening, you still have to teach me how to cook. How hard it is. You just came back from abroad, so you haven't adjusted to the time difference in China."

This caring word was very useful to Feng Yaoqin, a faint smile curled up on her lips:

"I went to South Korea last stop, so I don't need to adjust the time difference."

Sheng Mumu: "..."

Feng Yaoqin's smile had just hung on his lips for a few seconds, then he quickly withdrew it.

its not right……

Strange.

Why did he smile at his daughter-in-law unknowingly?

Now that Ma Wei has not started to give, it is impossible to disarm.

Feng Yaoqin frowned, looked at Sheng Mumu holding his hand, twisted his body uncomfortably, and said:

"Don't hold my arm, it's such a hot day, walk on your own."

Sheng Mumu quickly withdrew her hand, "Okay, Mom, then you should carefully crush the stones. The yard is dark at night, so don't fall."

Feng Yaoqin didn't expect his daughter-in-law to be so obedient, and he felt a little complacent in his heart, but he still remembered to hold on to his mother-in-law, coughed feignedly, and educated:

"Speaking of cooking, don't just promise, you have to watch carefully later and learn carefully."

Sheng Mumu shuffled behind.

His face was full of enthusiasm.

There is nothing to love in the heart.

The sound is full of drive.

"Yeah, I must study hard, how do you say that sentence—" She thought for a while, "By the way, wipe your ass with gauze, I'm waiting for you to show me something."

Feng Yaoqin paused, glanced at this strange daughter-in-law, and muttered in a low voice:

"Is this how it is used..."

Qiao Li laughed, and suddenly chimed in: "Aunt Biao, you can use it like this."

Sheng Mumu smiled and nodded looking at her mother-in-law.

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Under the moonlight.

Mother-in-law, daughter-in-law, cousin and niece.

The painting style is getting weirder and weirder.

……