This must have been brought by Xiaoxiao.

Thinking of Xiaoxiao, Meng Lao couldn't help but sigh again.

In the past, Xiaoxiao would take out her homemade tea leaves to make tea for them, but now he has not drunk the tea she made for a long time.

When Meng came back in the previous year, he saw that he was holding the cup that Jiang Xiaoxiao had drawn for him, walked over, took a new cup for him, and made him tea.

He made a cup himself.

He had been thinking about it on the plane, and when he returned here, he didn't say a word to make tea from Jiang Xiaoxiao with this cup first, and after drinking a cup, the pain in the injury would definitely be relieved a lot.

"Look at your stinginess, why, can't you let me use the cup you gave me?"

Meng Lao was a little sad when he saw him holding the cup.

Xiaoxiao stopped making tea for him, and the eldest grandson didn't even let him use this cup.

This is an old man who dislikes him.

Meng was not interested in his trick at all.

"Grandpa, I need this cup now more than you need. ”

Besides, doesn't he have a cup at home?

Oh, by the way, it's too small, and the cup will lose its effect after half a year and a year. Maybe Grandpa's cup is no different from an ordinary cup.

"Do you need?" Meng Lao didn't believe it at all.

Just don't let him use it.

"What's the matter with Grandpa's coming?" asked Meng Qiannian while drinking tea.

He hadn't slept for forty-eight hours, and he had to be vigilant all the time on the plane, and he tried to let Dai Gang and Ren Lei rest more, so he didn't have a chance to close his eyes.

No matter how good your body is, you will be tired after this.

So, his next task is to get a good night's sleep.

"You're married. ”

As soon as he heard Meng Lao mention his marriage, Meng Xinian, who wanted to sleep again, suddenly came to his senses.

"What's the problem?"

"Of course there is a problem, your father and I, and even Old Man Tang have made new clothes, you and Xiaoxiao don't have to make new clothes?"

Meng Xinian was stunned for a moment.

"Actually, Xiaoxiao and I both have new clothes. ”

"What does it look like?"

"Just plain clothes. ”

"That's not good, you have to dress like a groom that day, and you have to dress like a bride that little one, right?"

Bride ......

Meng Qiannian couldn't help but imagine Jiang Xiao wearing a bridal outfit in his mind, and his heart warmed up when he thought about it.

That's right, Jiang Xiaoxiao has to dress like a bride.

"Is it too late to order now?"

"Yours do it first, do you know when Xiaoxiao will come back?"

"I don't know. ”

This is also the reason why Meng said that he was not in a good mood in the past.

Since meeting in the restaurant that day, he really hasn't had a chance to meet Xiaoxiao again.

However, these days, newspapers and magazines with Jiang's photos can be seen everywhere on the streets of country Y.

A little oriental girl with her aura of painting, on the stage of Y country's literature and art, into the world of Y people, about the game held by Mr. Wen Li, basically accompanied by Jiang Xiaoxiao's photo.

In the same country Y, he can only see Jiang Xiaoxiao from newspapers and magazines.

While being proud of her, I also feel sad for myself.

God knows how much he wants to hug her and kiss her.

But in the end, he couldn't even get the news of his departure to her, and he didn't know when she would return.

"She won't be back in time for the New Year, will she?" asked Meng Lao.

Meng Xinian shook his head, "It shouldn't be, if there is no accident, she should come back the day after tomorrow." ”