Chapter 148: Running away

Duan Ziqi got up decisively and ran to the door.

"Mom, I was wrong, you have been angry these days, I'll get out for a few days, and when you're not angry, I promise to come back mellow and admit your mistake?"

Then the man disappeared in the doorway.

Mu Wanqing: Sample, tease me, you are still tender!

Alas, it was too hard to poof just now, and the table and floor were full of tea.

Mu Wanqing went to the kitchen to get something to wipe the water on the coffee table.

"Xiao Zhang, you come over to help me, I feel like I can't do it alone."

"Madam, you go and rest, I'll come."

Xiao Zhang went directly to the rag in Mu Wanqing's hand.

"Let's do it together, I'll do it."

The two of them cleaned up pretty quickly.

When Fu Ziyan hurried back, he saw Mu Wanqing reading a fashion magazine.

After calling "Mom", he went to the guest room, and a minute later, he came out of the guest room and ran to Duan Ziqi's original room.

When he searched through the Duan family's courtyard, he didn't find his dear wife.

In the end, Fu Ziyan stood in front of Mu Wanqing.

"Mom, where did Ziqi go?"

Mu Wanqing put down the magazine in her hand, and faced her son-in-law, she was still relatively gentle.

"She didn't tell you?"

"Anyway, she asked me to come back and clean up the room, but she wasn't there, so I didn't dare to do it casually."

If he has his wife's instructions and he does them, there will be mistakes; Without his wife's instructions, no matter what he does, it is absolutely wrong.

"No, she just said her mom was dead, and she ran away."

When Mu Wanqing spoke, there was a smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Anyone who looks at it will say what a gentle and dignified wealthy lady this is.

Fu Ziyan: "......"

Wife, I think we are also husband and wife, and we are affectionate and sweet every day, but why didn't you tell me when you ran for your life?

"Mom, that's... The company still has something, I'll go ......"

"Go, by the way, tell your wife, the sentence she sang: two or three years old, dead mother. I remembered it, and I was afraid that I would not forget it for a while. ”

"One...... Be sure to bring it to ...... That, Mom, goodbye. ”

Fu Ziyan walked backwards out of the Duan family's courtyard, and it was not until he got into his own car that he calmed down.

Drive the car to a place a little farther away from the Duan family's courtyard and stop.

Call your wife's number:

"Hey, husband."

Duan Ziqi seemed to be eating something in his mouth, and his speech was a little slurred.

"Wife, where are you now?"

Fu Ziyan listened to the chirping sound from the microphone, and felt that he was hungry.

"Eat roast duck at a restaurant."

"You send me the location, and I'll eat it too.

Hanging up the phone, Fu Ziyan swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Find it according to the address sent by Duan Ziqi.

Directly find the box where Duan Ziqi is determined.

When I opened the door, I saw three roast ducks on it.

Fortunately, she still loves him, and when she heard that he was hungry, she ordered roast duck for him in advance, and he could eat it when he came, without waiting.

Fu Ziyan took off his blazer, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and then came to eat.

Eat until your stomach is full, and then stop talking.

When you're full, you can settle accounts.

"Wife, why didn't you tell me in advance when you ran away?"

knew that his mother-in-law wouldn't do anything to him, but he couldn't help it, he was just afraid.

"You know everything? I just forgot, I really didn't mean to. ”

Duan Ziqi looked away with a weak heart.

Fu Ziyan: "......"

Forgot? Call your husband to come home and then forget? I'm afraid this is the memory time of the goldfish!

"That, my mother said: two or three years old, dead mother. She remembered this sentence, and she was afraid that she would not forget it in a short time. ”

Dear wife, only a mother-in-law can cure you.

Duan Ziqi suddenly looked at Fu Ziyan with gentle eyes:

"Husband, let's travel to Europe."

“……”

Isn't this a long run?