Qin Hongbo followed, holding the wheelchair with one hand, "I'll help you." ”

Wang Qimeng was not polite, and let go of his hand, "Thank you then." ”

Seeing that Wang Qimeng did not refuse, Qin Hongbo was in a good mood, and he glanced back at Wang Junliang.

Wang Junliang nodded, hurriedly stepped forward and pushed the shopping cart, following far behind.

"To the left."

"Okay, go left."

Wang Qimeng looked around, as if she was looking for something, and a familiar package placed on the high shelf immediately attracted her attention.

Wang Qimeng's eyes lit up, his finger pointed at the shelf, and he just wanted to say something, but his hand stopped in the air.

"Qimeng, what's wrong?"

"It's fine." Wang Qimeng pointed his finger to the lower shelf, "Help me bring this thing to me." ”

"Okay." Qin Hongbo let go of his hand, walked to the shelf with a cane, reached out to pick up the bag, and handed it back to Wang Qimeng, "Is this it?" ”

"Yes, thank you."

Behind a shelf not far away, two heads are exposed from time to time.

"Mengmeng, I think my uncle and aunt get along well."

"Xinyue, look, that red bag on the shelf."

"Where? Where is it? ”

"It's the most conspicuous, count the second row from above."

"Oooh! See! ”

"That's my mother's favorite brand, but you see she just now, obviously pointed to that bag, and then changed her mind and replaced the bottom, do you know why?"

"Oh! I know! That's because it's too high, and it's hard for my uncle to get it! ”

"Well, that's about it."

"Wow! It's so romantic......"

"Okay, okay, what's romantic, do you want to go see seafood?"

"Okay, let's go."

Looking at Wang Qimeng's expression and actions when she looked at the packaging seriously, overlapping with her many years ago, Qin Hongbo suddenly sighed, he didn't expect to have the opportunity to see this kind of scene in this life.

"The ......"

"...... Dreams"

The two spoke in unison, looking at each other.

"You talk about ...... first"

"You talk about ...... first"

Wang Qimeng pursed his lips, "Let's talk first." ”

"Is it okay to go home for dinner tonight?"

Qin Hongbo's words were full of pleading and expectation.

Wang Qimeng looked at him in a daze, and slowly spoke, "Okay." ”

Not far away, two heads continued to peek back.

"Eh, how's it going?"

"What do you ask, do you mean the abalone in your hand or the two living people in the back?"

"Yo, Mengmeng, you've been talking flamboyantly lately."

"I'm cautious, don't you think I'm getting more and more mature?"

"Less! Are you still mature? So look at it, how about this abalone? ”

"I think as long as you think it's good, it's good."

Tong Xinyue glanced at the middle-aged uncle standing at the seafood stall with disgust, "Uncle, come, we want these few." ”

"You really bought it? Can you really read it? ”

"Mengmeng, don't underestimate me!" Tong Xinyue took off her gloves and grabbed Qin Yumeng's hand, "However, your hand is still injured, and you can't eat all of these seafood, so when the time comes, I can only eat it all for you." ”

"What?! Why can't I eat it?! ”

"A lot of seafood is hair, and it is not good for your wounds to heal, so you eat porridge honestly."

"No, I refuse!"

"You better think about it first, where are we going to have afternoon tea later?"

"I just want to eat seafood!"

"No, you can't."

(End of chapter)