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

Although he didn't sue "Daily Flower Language" for damage to its goodwill, Sheng Mumu still asked Cheng Zhuo to meet Lu Zhiying.

Express two attitudes.

First, remind and warn the other party that they have collected evidence, and if there is any malicious competition, no matter how big or small the matter is, they will definitely be investigated.

Second, stop making meaningless little moves in places that are not business places.

Facing Lu Zhiying, Cheng Zhuo showed a completely different determination and ruthlessness from usual.

At first Lu Zhiying was unwilling to admit it.

After he produced the evidence, he lowered his head and kept confessing to him:

"I'm sorry, I... shouldn't have done this, please tell your boss Sheng, I'm really sorry."

Cheng Zhuo cast a cold glance at her: "put away your hypocritical face."

If he really regretted it, he would not wait until he came to her before he would admit it.

Lu Zhiyin, who had seen through her thoughts, bit her lips tightly, her words trembling:

"May I see you Mr. Sheng? I want to say sorry to her face to face and thank her for not pursuing this matter."

Cheng Zhuo stood up, tidied the hem of his clothes slowly, and said:

"I'm here today, not Mr. Sheng. Do you know why?"

Cheng Zhuo didn't want to hear her answer, and continued:

"Because you are not worthy, you maliciously slander your peers and spread rumors in private groups. Your vision and structure are destined to be only as big as sesame seeds, and you are not even qualified to become your own opponent."

Lu Zhiying clenched her hands tightly, her nails sank into her palms, and her tears fell to the ground.

After Cheng Zhuo left, she finally couldn't control herself and burst into tears.

It turned out that it was just her wishful thinking that she regarded Sheng Mumu as an imaginary enemy and a competitor.

It was worse than letting her admit that she had failed.

That night, in the group of wives.

The person named [l] voluntarily quit the group chat.

*

The matter finally came to an end, but Sheng Mumu found that he had been getting busier recently.

Recently, Feng Yaoqin came to their side from once every three days to three times a day.

Sometimes I take her out for a walk.

Sometimes let her help refer to which clothes look good.

Sometimes when she was tutoring Qi Shaobai in English, she moved a chair and sat beside her, saying "I'll listen to it too".

Sheng Mumu is not bored and understands her mother-in-law very well.

Feng Yaoqin is a typical woman who has worked hard for half her life.

When I was young, I took care of my husband and son.

Her husband passed away and she traveled around the world.

There was no idle moment.

Now, staying in a luxury villa every day, she doesn't need to worry about everything, but instead feels bored and wants to find someone to accompany her.

Her last partner for a walk was her niece Qiao Li, but now she was replaced by Sheng Mumu.

The two see each other almost every day, and the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has improved by leaps and bounds.

……

this day.

Sheng Mumu and Feng Yaoqin sat leisurely on the sofa eating melon seeds.

Neither of them noticed the entrance. Qi Mo, who had just returned home from get off work, was looking at them with a slightly surprised expression.

On the TV, the main character is talking:

"What you lost was only a leg, what Zhi Ling lost was love."

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Yaoqin frowned instantly.Pointing at the TV and complaining:

"Is he speaking human language, beast!"

Sheng Mumu nodded heavily and echoed:

"I think what he lost was the brainstem."

Qi Mo stopped, digesting this scene in his heart.

In just a few days, the two of them have gotten along so well.

Qi Mo unconsciously slowed down his pace, looking at them with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Sheng Mumu carefully looked for something on the coffee table and sofa.

Suddenly, she looked suspiciously at the people around her:

"Mom, are you sitting on my phone?"

"No," Feng Yaoqin expressed his innocence, straightened up and looked behind him, "I didn't sit on you... Hey, why are you here?"

With an expression of "I knew it", Sheng Mumu found the phone from behind Feng Yaoqin's butt.

"Look, I said that you sat down."

Feng Yaoqin changed the topic, "Why are you looking for a mobile phone, are you planning to order milk tea? I want to drink the one you bought for me yesterday."

"Mom, do you add mashed taro or bobo?"

Feng Yaoqin answered very deftly:

"I want both, plus some red beans and half sugar."

Qi Mo's pupils narrowed slightly: ...

Her mother actually knows half sugar...

At this moment, Qi Shaobai came out of the room.

Inadvertently saw the father who was frowning and seemed to be thinking about something.

Qi Shaobai raised his voice to say hello:

"Dad, you're back."

Sheng Mumu and Feng Yaoqin heard the sound and looked over.

In just a second, he focused his attention on the phone again.

Continue to order milk tea.

Qi Mo: "...".

He gave Qi Shaobai an "um" lightly, and walked towards the study as if nothing had happened.

From the corner of the eye, he saw Qi Shaobai sitting on the sofa with his slippers on, and he naturally joined their conversation.

"Give me another glass, it's still the same as yesterday."

A complicated and subtle look appeared on Qi Mo's face.

Like laughing, but also like helpless.

Only less than a week.

He seems to have become the most marginal person in this family...

……

*

Feng Yaoqin's biggest problem in life now is being too leisurely.

Qi Mo's work is as busy as ever, and Qi Shaobai has to prepare for the college entrance examination.

The daughter-in-law and cousin and niece both have their own jobs, so they cannot always accompany her.

Most of the time, she can only be alone in the empty villa, watching TV series to pass the time.

Sheng Mumu was keenly aware of this.

After dinner one day.

Sheng Mumu took Feng Yaoqin by his arm, and mysteriously took her to a small garden square near Xiyu Yueting.

"Why did you bring me here?" Feng Yaoqin looked around and asked puzzled.

Sheng Mumu: "I'll take you to dance. There are many people around your age who come here to dance in the square every day."

"Dancing?" Feng Yaoqin showed resistance when he heard the words: "I'm not interested in dancing."

In the past few years when the trend of jumping squares started in China, she has been abroad.

I have never felt it, and I don't know what magic power square dance has.

Suddenly, a burst of music sounded.

"I'm like a fish in your lotus pond, just to watch the bright moonlight with you—"

"After swimming for four seasons, the lotus is still fragrant—"

Hey, isn't this her cell phone ringtone?

Feng Yaoqin turned his head slowly and looked at the source of the voice.

Not far away, the people who were originally gathered in twos and threes have turned into a few loose and neat lines.

Those middle-aged women, who were about the same age as me, followed the lead dancer in the front row and danced happily.

Everyone has a smile on their face and is full of human fireworks.

Somehow, she accidentally hummed the second half of the line:

"Wait for you to be in the middle of the water~"

Beside her, Sheng Mumu poked her head out and smiled triumphantly, her eyebrows and eyes were full:

"It's all here, Mom, why don't you try?"