He Feng sent them to the mouth of the alley, got off the station, and looked at Wu Xiaomei beside him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing his appearance, Qiao Yingying immediately took the bag and walked first.

"Sister Xiaomei, I have a stomachache, go back first, you can talk to Mr. He!" Without waiting for Wu Xiaomei to answer, she ran into the alley with a snort and disappeared.

"Hey, why don't you wait for me?" Wu Xiaomei muttered strangely when she saw that she had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He Feng gave Qiao Yingying a big thumbs up in his heart, walked to Wu Xiaomei's side, and called softly: "Xiaomei!"

Wu Xiaomei looked up at him, and saw that he was staring at him without blinking, and suddenly felt that his face was a little hot, and immediately turned his head and looked away.

She was wearing a white slip dress with wide straps and a tulle sunscreen jacket over it, revealing only a snow-white neck. He Feng looked at her fair and delicate face, and then swept the jade neck, and suddenly his throat tightened, and his mouth became dry.

Afraid that he would lose his temper, he quickly looked away and coughed lightly.

"Is there anything wrong with you? I'll go back. There were constantly people coming and going, and Wu Xiaomei gradually felt uncomfortable.

He Feng hurriedly said: "Yes, that, Mo Wulin will have a private concert in Haicheng next week, I have two tickets, I don't know if you want to go?"

"Really?" Wu Xiaomei said in surprise.

Mo Wulin is a songwriter-based folk singer she has liked for many years, because the output of songs is not high, and she is low-key, and her popularity is not very high.

"Well, it's in the cultural center. Seeing that she was happy, He Feng silently added another point to Qiao Yingying in his heart.

"Thank you so much, I've liked her for many years, and I haven't had a chance to listen to her sing live!" Wu Xiaomei said, looking at He Feng, who was delighted, and said with a smile, "Two tickets, just me and Ying Ying went together." ”

He Feng's smile suddenly froze on his face.

"Oh yes, I seem to have three tickets to go with you!" he said, his mind racing.

Wu Xiaomei secretly complained in her heart, this person is really thick-skinned.

"Then it's settled, I'll go home first if there's nothing else to do. As she spoke, she was about to take a step, when she suddenly saw a figure at the mouth of the alley, and her expression froze.

"Mom, why are you here?" she said in surprise, glanced at He Feng, who was looking happy next to her, and secretly screamed that it was not good.

Sure enough, five minutes later, the three of them entered the alley together.

She fell behind, looked at the two people in front of her who were chatting affectionately and familiarly, and couldn't help but roll her eyes: Who is the biological one?

Qiao Yingying, who met Wu Xiaomei's mother at the door of the house and "accidentally" said that she had leaked her mouth, went home with a snicker. After putting away her purchases, she went headlong into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Recently, Li Suxian didn't come back until dark every day, and Qiao Yingying was worried that her body would not be able to bear it, so she made a few dishes and waited for her every night.

When Li Suxian arrived home, it was close to eight o'clock, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw several dishes placed under the rice cover on the table, and his heart was suddenly full of ironing, and the tiredness all over his body seemed to be swept away.

"Mom, you're back!" Qiao Yingying heard the movement and immediately came out of the room, poured a glass of cold boiled water for her, and went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of rice.

Li Suxian washed his hands and sat down at the table, picked up his rice bowl and ate a few chopsticks dishes.

They are not living comfortably now, and they have to be careful when buying vegetables, and they eat mostly vegetarian dishes. She likes to eat sweet and light things, so Qiao Yingying made sugar lotus, scallion roasted broad beans, fried diced pork with corn kernels, and a simmered chicken soup.

She bought this chicken a week ago, right? Qiao Yingying divided a chicken into several portions, and made it for her to eat every day, frying and stewing it was never the same.

Her daughter has really grown up. Her nose was a little sore, so she quickly scooped a spoonful of chicken soup and drank it to calm down.

"Mom, is it delicious?" Qiao Yingying sat next to her, looking at her with her cheeks crossed, her eyebrows crooked.

"It's delicious, Yingying's craftsmanship is now better than mine. She was both relieved and sad, if that hadn't happened in the first place, where would her Yingying need to learn this.

After eating, Qiao Yingying wanted to wash the dishes, but Li Suxian didn't let her, only let her watch from the side, and the mother and daughter talked.