Mo Qiu Xi has been patting her face with cold water. Only this kind of cold feeling can keep her sober and rational.

She thought for a while, then arranged her clothes and hair, dried her face, dried her hands, and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she saw Leng Wanqing come out with vegetables in her hand and said, "Qingzhu, are you back? I've just cooked several dishes with my aunt, but I haven't practiced for a long time. I remember you like them. I'll see if they are suitable later. "

Cold and natural, as if she was the one waiting at home, waiting for Wen Qingzhu to come home.

Mo Qiu Xi listens, the corners of his mouth evoke a cold smile and says: "sorry, the taste of Qingzhu has changed a long time ago."

Mo Qiuxi tells herself that she must defend her sovereignty, even if she can only defend it for a while.

Big deal, she left, she really can't bear, she can't stand such an atmosphere.

No matter how much she could bear it, she couldn't stand such a scene. It was a slap in the face.

She Mo Qiu Xi was hit face, do you still have to bear it?

I'm really tired.

Leng Wanqing originally said with a smile, Leng Buding heard Mo Qiuxi's words, turned his head and saw that his eyes almost fell out.

"You What are you doing here? "

Mo Qiu Xi's sarcastic smile, "what did miss Leng say? I'm Qingzhu's wife. Why can't I be here?"

Leng Wanqing smiles awkwardly, then looks at Wen Qingzhu wrongly with tears in his eyes, "Qingzhu, I..."

Wen Qingzhu sighed, "autumn pity!"

Mo Qiu Xi also looked at Wen Qingzhu deeply, "do you think I'm wrong?"

"No!"

All of a sudden, Wen Qingzhu felt like this. He couldn't resist. He had a headache. His mother was really

Autumn static man is also heard, it seems that the difference has been clever Mo autumn cherish, how so tit for tat up.

"Qiuxi, Wanqing came to see me. I used to see her as a daughter. Now that I'm back, I want to have a family reunion dinner. Don't mind."

Qiu jingman doesn't talk too much. He always takes face into consideration.

"Auntie, shouldn't I come here?"

Leng Wanqing's teeth biting his lips, a look of grievance to cry, the voice is choking.

"No one should come. It's all a family. It's not easy for you as a child. You've been working hard all these years. People only see your scenery, but they don't see your hard work."

"My aunt used to treat you as her own child. Although you are busy, you always remember to bring something for her. It's good to have this filial piety. I don't have a daughter, so you can be so considerate."

Mo Qiuxi is standing there awkwardly with a hot face.

It's her who should cry. Leng Wanqing is really worthy of acting.

Looking at Wen Qingzhu's look, does he also feel distressed?

Mo Qiu Xi really has an impulse to leave here.

She felt a lump in her throat and a sore nose.

Wen Qingzhu's sight has been on Leng Wanqing, and seems to fall into some kind of memory.

Or Wen Qingzhu's father, Wen Zhenghong coughed and said, "Qiu Xi, come and sit down. I'll have dinner right away. What are you doing there?"

Mo autumn Xi Leng, hesitated, or slowly walked over to sit down.

Wen Qingzhu this meeting also returns to mind, holds Mo Qiuxi's hand, anxiously asks: "Qiuxi, how is your hand so cool?"