full moon lovesickness

Chapter 7 What gift do you want

"Mom, sit down." At this time, it was not the son opposite her who invited Hou Huifang, the hostess of the house, but Wei Lan, the girl beside her who had been looking at her lovingly. Red wine, smile and wish, "Cheers, I wish you a happy holiday tomorrow, you have worked hard."

"On the contrary, Mom, I wish you a Happy Women's Day." Wei Qiming touched Wei Lan's wine glass to hers with anticipation in his eyes, "I also wish Xiaolan a happy birthday, grow into a big girl, and flourish at work .Brother Qiming almost forgot your birthday, it’s really time to fight, I’ll punish myself with a drink.”

But the truth is, young master Qiming of the Wei family has always been drinking fruit juice for the reason of driving a Mazda car all year round. Today's glass is rich in color and fragrant. It is not wine, but a very similar mulberry juice.

It is said that there is a generation gap every three years, but the gap between the parents and the youngest is almost double digits. Let’s talk about current affairs. Wei Qiming and Wei Lan will find it boring, talking about the gossip in the entertainment industry circulating on the Internet , Wei Feng and Hou Huifang didn't know how to strike up a conversation, so they chatted about the topics they cared about

"You haven't worn that suit for so many years, how did you find it again?" the wife asked her husband. She wondered for two days and never had a chance to ask. When she saw it out of the corner of her eye, she asked.

Wei Feng replied in this way: "The Municipal Party Committee's plenary meeting will be held next week. The weather has been hot and cold recently. This suit is a bit thicker, and the other one is ready. It will depend on the weather and decide which one to wear."

What the girl and the young master were talking about was naturally another matter: "Where's my birthday present?"

"I almost forgot, what do you want? Or go pick it together?" Wei Qiming never understood the girl's mind, asking him to pick a gift would be easier than swiping his card.

"I know my roommate, Pingping, right? During her birthday last year, her boyfriend emptied her shopping cart on his own initiative. Brother Qiming, why are you so ignorant of romance, why do you still ask him what gift he wants?" Wei Lan envied her best friend Nothing hidden at all, it was written all over her face.

"Xiao Lan, don't always ask Qiming to buy things for you." Hou Huifang interrupted hastily, as if she was afraid of creating any barriers, and elicited the head of the family who rarely talked at the dinner table, "If you have time, talk to your dad more." Ask about work matters."

"But the company I joined was a foreign company." Wei Lan knew that Wei Qiming's father was a leader of a city agency, and he was quite well-off in the civil servant circle, but isn't the work rhythm and method of a foreign company very different from that of a government agency?

"Xiao Lan, the principle of being a person and doing things is the same. It can't be because it is a foreign company that you don't pay attention to working methods?" Wei Feng carefully looked at his stepdaughter. When Shen Lan remarried seven years ago, Shen Lan In the adolescence of Cardamom Nianhua, I was still very rebellious, and I didn’t even want to be called "Uncle". Even if I followed my surname, I still didn’t have the meaning of getting close. Otherwise, wouldn’t this job be stable? As for Liu Qi, "Uncle is nothing more than eating decades more than you. It's always good to take a few detours. If you are really willing to hit your head and bleed, don't you worry about your mother?"

This sentence indeed hits Wei Lan's weakness. Her biological father went abroad in the early years, and her memory is vague. Most of the images she can think of are mother and daughter. Uncle Wei Feng has not cared much about himself in recent years. , but after all, living happily with her mother has increased the smile lines in the corners of her eyes a lot, so let's listen, Uncle Wei can't control what to do anyway.