"Mom and Dad, I have a girlfriend." Wei Lin looked at his parents' faces and spoke. This is the strategy he has set after repeated interpretations.

The action of Dongfang Ying's dish is only a meal, and if it is not for careful observation, it will not be seen at all, and then he said expressionlessly: "Eat first." ”

Wei Zhiguo smiled slightly, still eating slowly, as if eating was more important.

"Oh." When Wei Lin's goal was achieved, he stopped talking. He just wanted to take this peaceful opportunity to tell his parents first. Then he began to pull his head down, and from time to time he would make the sound of chopsticks colliding with the bowl.

However, Wei Lin still underestimated the patience of his parents, who had been chewing slowly, as if they had not been disturbed by what had just happened. This made Wei Lin feel that the meal was extraordinarily long, maybe his parents were thinking about what strategy to adopt next, right?

Put down the dishes and chopsticks, wipe the corners of your mouth, rinse your mouth, wash your hands, and the meal is over.

"Let's talk about it." Dongfang Ying said as he walked. Her back was straight, and her hair hung down meticulously at the back of her head, revealing a heroic posture of a soldier.

Wei Zhiguo threw his son a self-conscious look, and followed him to the living room. He had a premonition that a fierce war was about to begin.

Wei Lin took a deep breath and secretly made all kinds of small actions that seemed unruly in the eyes of his parents, which was a kind of self-relaxation.

Since he was a child, his mother was very strict with him. Therefore, in Wei Lin's ideology, his mother is the kind of person who is very difficult to speak, while his father is relatively better.

"Which girl is it?" Dongfang Ying sat upright in the center of the sofa, her legs together and slightly closed, her arms naturally on her legs, smiling and asking in a soft tone.

Wei Zhiguo leaned on the small sofa beside him, his hands crossed on his abdomen, in the posture of a bystander.

Wei Lin sat firmly in the corner of the sofa, putting away the hanging erlang who had not behaved properly in the past, he didn't want to anger his parents, especially his mother.

From his mother's questioning, Wei Lin is zhīdào, whether the mother's current pleasant face can last and how long it can last, the key depends on whether the girls in "that family" are worthy of the Wei family.

"She is now an employee of a company, called Gu Xue'er." Under his mother's warm gaze, Wei Lin felt very unconfident.

"It's a búcuò name, if you like it." Dongfang Ying's expression was completely unexpected by Wei Lin, there was no trace of displeasure, but he smiled like a flower, but this made Wei Lin feel a chill down his spine.

Sure enough, Dongfang Ying continued: "But this can't be true." ”

What does it mean to be untrue, it means that you can play casually, but you can never become the daughter-in-law of the Wei family, depending on how elegant people say.

"Mom, I don't like Lin Manni at all." Wei Lin frowned slightly, and his voice unconsciously raised.

"I didn't say that yīdìng wanted you to choose Lin Manni, the Hua family, the Xue family, and the Ouyang family all have a few búcuò girls, and they are the same age as you, and they don't have any upbringing." Dongfang Ying's expression was still like a warm sunshine, but there was no trace of warmth on Wei Lin's body.

"Mom, I don't like these girls." The families in Wei Lin's mother's mouth are all real power, and they are also the ones that her mother prefers.

"It doesn't matter, there are also the Lu family, the Zhang family and the Lu family." Dongfang Ying's expression was still gentle, but her slightly closed fingers already showed her impatience. Although these companies are far from the core of political power, they also have considerable strength.

"I only like Gu Xue'er. I don't want to be like you and my dad, using feelings as bargaining chips in exchange for political benefits. Wei Lin's expression was serious and serious. His mother is a very serious person, and it is indeed very difficult to get her to agree, so let's just say it cleanly and thoroughly.

"Wei Lin, don't forget the conditions you promised me when you opened a foot massage shop." was poked in the sore spot, Dongfang Ying looked slightly angry, got up and walked to the bedroom.

"I can close the pedicure shop." Wei Lin clenched his fists and got up as well, his voice sonorous and powerful.

Wei Zhiguo has been closing his eyes and recuperating, and he has not made any movement until now. He didn't say anything, either hesitating or having already made up his mind. In short, it won't be falling asleep.

"Oh?" Dongfang Ying turned around with bated breath and frowned slightly, what kind of girl made her son make a choice?

"I can close the pedicure shop." Wei Lin's eyes were extremely resolute.

Dongfang Ying was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts were like a video tape yīyàng quickly replayed, returning to the time when he was eighteen years old. On that late autumn afternoon, there was once a person who also looked at himself with such eyes, extremely resolute. However, there was no follow-up......

So, Dongfang Ying smiled, smiling so brightly, like a gambler with a winning ticket in hand, and slowly spoke: "You don't have to close the foot spa shop, you may also have the idea." ”

"I ......" Wei Lin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by his father.

"Alright, let's talk about that." Wei Zhiguo said with great majesty, and also got up and walked to the bedroom. He didn't approve of his son's matter, after all, the disparity between the status of the two sides was too great. To find time, he has to talk to his son.

"I'm not going to give up, let's go." Wei Lin zhīdào conversation ended. So he dropped this sentence and angrily left this home that made him feel no warmth.

No one made a sound, as if Wei Lin's coming and going didn't mean anything to this family. He sometimes really hates that he hasn't grown into a cold-blooded, ruthless, muddy playboy with a bad heart.

In the afternoon, Tang Jingjing's house.

On this day, Tang Jingjing was just eating and chatting with her parents at home, and she didn't go anywhere. Because of the time when I was working overtime, my father had already taken my mother to see the places they wanted to see.

"Mom and Dad, I'm not going to eat at home at night." Tang Jingjing said with some embarrassment.

"Something?" Hui Xue understands that young people have the life of young people, but her daughter, who has never paid attention to dressing up, actually changed into a matcha-colored dress today, although there is no makeup, but it is fresh and natural.

"It's just having dinner with friends." Tang Jingjing's expression was a little unnatural. Her mother had an opinion about Ling Qingfeng, so she simply hid it.

"I think it's a date with Qingfeng, right?" Tang Leping looked at his daughter with a smile and said, "Well, búcuò, it's beautiful." ”

"Dad~" Tang Jingjing was guessed by her father, her face was slightly red, and she was a little embarrassed.

"What's so bad about this, my daughter is so good, Dad supports you!" Tang Leping gestured while talking, he still liked Ling Qingfeng very much.

Hui Xue glanced at her husband helplessly, and couldn't tell what it was like in her heart.

"Not what you think." Tang Jingjing was really speechless.

"What's that like? Meet the parents? You'll have to bring a gift. "Tang Leping is really right.

"I won't tell you." Tang Jingjing glanced at her father and hurriedly went downstairs. Fortunately, Ling Qingfeng didn't pick it up, otherwise his father would have had more words.

came to the gate of the community, stopped a taxi, and Tang Jingjing set off towards the seafood house.

"Look at you." After her daughter left, Hui Xue sighed at her husband.

"When a woman is looking for a partner, it's like a fruit farmer picking a fruit, and if the quality is good and the taste is good, you have to start quickly, and when it's too late, you can only leave crooked melons, cracked dates and half-ripe ones." Tang Leping threw a red date into his mouth and smiled and published a "wise saying".

"What's the matter, can this find an object and pick a fruit?" Hui Xue was in a hurry and said the wrong thing.

"That's it." Tang Leping smiled.

"You, hey, forget it, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren." Hui Xue said this, but she still couldn't let go of her daughter's affairs in her heart.

Indeed, marrying a daughter is really not the same feeling as marrying a daughter-in-law! It's no wonder that before marriage, the mother-in-law would pick her nose and eyes.

In the afternoon, Ling Qingfeng's house.

"Let's go." Without too much decoration, Mu Lanyin only wore a peacock blue knee-length skirt, a thin platinum necklace, and a black onyx jade bracelet, which perfectly set off her noble temperament and hot figure. If it weren't for the slightly calm color of this dress, it would be really difficult to define her age. If you want zhīdào, this color is very provocative, if it is not a good temperament, it will look like a full earth bun when you wear it. If your date is disgusting to you, try this outfit.

"Mom, you're still so beautiful." Ling Qingfeng patted his ass sweetly.

"That's it." Mu Lanyin tilted her head proudly, and stepped on stiletto heels, took broken steps, and carried her bag downstairs, which was called a graceful demeanor. In fact, Mu Lanyin's dress is dignified, calm, atmospheric, and elegant, and she really deserves Ling Qingfeng's praise.

"Mom, you promised me not to talk nonsense." Ling Qingfeng smiled and carefully reminded his mother again.

"Don't worry, don't you know what my mother is like?" Mu Lanyin smiled, tapped his son's shoulder, and smiled slyly.

"It's because I know that I'm not at ease." Ling Qingfeng muttered in a low voice, his heart was super bottomless, and he felt that his mother might explode at any time.

"What are you muttering, you can't believe Mom!" Mu Lanyin's smile retracted, her eyebrows raised slightly, and the bag on her shoulder slid between her fingers.

"Believe, believe." Ling Qingfeng said something that he didn't even believe.

"That's pretty much it." Mu Lanyin turned around, backpacked, and got into the car, and a series of movements looked so elegant and moving.

Ling Qingfeng sighed in his heart, and then started the car-

At 6:50 p.m., seafood is at the door.

A black Maybach stopped steadily in front of the hotel, along with a black BMW, a white Q7 and a green taxi, and the four cars were parked in front of the hotel in turn.

Ling Qingfeng and his mother Mu Lanyin, Jia Jin and his wife Feng Plate, Ye Jianning and Alisa, and Zuìhòu are Tang Jingjing, these waves of people came out of the car almost at the same time as if they had made an appointment.