The blonde Mark is not only fluent in Trump, but also has a girlfriend in Chengdu who smiles happily whenever he mentions his girlfriend.

Ke Nansheng invited Mark to come, in addition to helping Weiwei take food photos, he also took a set of romantic wedding photos for Ke Nanhao and Su Tong.

"I'm not as creative as Mike in taking wedding photos, and I hope I won't be disliked."

Mark said solemnly.

"You're too modest."

"There really is no modesty!"

Mark was in a hurry to argue.

"I saw the pictures that Mike took of you and Ke Nansheng, and they were beautiful, no, very beautiful! Very creative! I can't make such a wonderful ......."

Mark has sent the wedding photos of Ke Nansheng and Weiwei to Ke Nansheng's office.

Wei Wei was full of anticipation and couldn't wait to go to Ke Nansheng's office to have a look. called Ke Nansheng, who had already sent the photos to the new house.

"Keep it a secret, and then you can watch it every day."

Ke Nansheng said with a smile. To entertain Mark in the evening, Weiwei had to call Fu Meiling to tell her that she couldn't go home for dinner with Ke Nansheng.

When Fu Meiling answered Weiwei's phone, she was weighing lobsters in front of a stall in the wholesale seafood market.

"Seven hundred and sixty-nine, erase the fraction for you, you give seven hundred and six."

"Don't."

Fu Meiling put down her phone and said, glanced at the big lobster with teeth and claws again, and then turned around and left.

"This person is really, don't be funny if you can't afford it......"

The stall proprietress muttered her displeasure and put the lobster back in the tank. Fu Meiling pretended not to hear and walked to the parking lot with a bag of shrimp.

finally made a ruthless plan to spend a treat, but he couldn't invite Ke Nansheng. She suspected that Ke Nansheng didn't want to accept her favor, so he refused to recruit her mother-in-law into the company.

"No matter what Ke Nansheng thinks, I have to get this job!"

Fu Meiling secretly made up her mind, stepped away from her high heels and walked quickly towards the white Mercedes-Benz.

"It's dead!"

Fu Meiling opened the door of the passenger seat, and Yingying immediately covered her nose with a look of disgust.

"It's smelly now, why didn't I see you dislike it when I ate it?"

Fu Meiling lifted her feet and got into the car, and found that the soles of her high-heeled shoes were stained with garbage from the seafood market, so she hurriedly took a few steps back and stomped her feet vigorously, and rubbed on the cement floor before carefully getting into the car.

"It's over, the heel is peeling off!"

Fu Meiling stared distressedly at the heel of the brown and yellow high heels.

"You shouldn't wear high heels at the market."

"Where else can I go now but to the market?"

After saying this, Fu Meiling's heart was inexplicably sour.

"You've got rubbish on your trouser legs."

Yingying had already started the car and did not understand Fu Meiling's heart.

Fu Meiling stared at a large stinky water trail on the left leg of her cropped wide-legged pants, and her heart became more determined to find Ke Nansheng to work.

"How about going to the beach together at night and watching the night view of Phoenix Bridge?"

There was no news from Li Zhuoran last night, and he didn't send any more messages. It was only half past five in the afternoon, and Zhuo Ran sent another invitation......

Yingying lay on the bed with her hands on the pillow, looking at Zhuo Ran's message.

"Don't refuse, you need to blow the sea breeze and see the beauty of the three bridges of Phoenix."

It's so annoying!

Yingying sighed secretly and pressed her phone under the pillow again. At this time, the doorbell rang in the living room, and she thought that Weiwei and Ke Nansheng had time to come over for dinner again. got up and walked to the door, and suddenly heard the exclamation of his mother Fu Meiling:

"Who let you in!"

Got an uninvited guest at home?

Yingying hurriedly opened the door of the house, saw Zhou Yu standing at the gate, and hurriedly returned to the room to close the door and lock it.

It's really a ghost! I hate to see him the most, and he appears again!

Zhou Yu didn't come alone, his son Zhou Qianfan supported his arm, or most of the weight of his body leaned on Zhou Qianfan's body.

The door was opened by the nanny, and when she saw this, she felt that the situation was wrong, so she immediately picked up her bag and slipped away in advance without waiting for Fu Meiling to scold her.

"Get out of here, don't dirty my floor."

Fu Meiling made a banging gesture with her hands, and drove Zhou Yu out with anger on her face.

"Meiling, I'm here to pay you back...... The hospitalization medical expenses you helped me pay in advance, 16,000 ......"

Zhou Yu seemed to have a hard time speaking. Hearing the word "pay back", Fu Meiling withdrew her bombarding gesture and looked Zhou Yu up and down with her hands and elbows.

"Just transfer the money directly to me, there's no need to make a trip."

Zhou Yu could not see the sequelae of general cerebral infarction, crooked eyes, oblique limbs, and uncoordinated limbs, and it seemed that he had recovered well. Fu Meiling's tone was not as sharp as just now, and her gaze became a little gentler.

"I don't have your bank account number, you blocked me on WeChat and mobile phone......"

Zhou Yu grinned embarrassedly and subconsciously rubbed his hands.

"Dad, are you tired?"

Zhou Qianfan moved his shoulders in front of Zhou Yu again, allowing him to rely on him more.

"Dad is not tired, you are tired, Dad is sorry for you......"

Although Zhou Yu is not ugly, he is not very handsome and handsome, but his son looks as moist as jade, like a young man with national style. Fu Meiling couldn't help but glance at Zhou Qianfan a few more times.

"Aunt Meiling, can you let my dad sit down and talk?"

Zhou Qianfan was slightly tired, and his eyes on his white face were pure and sincere. Hearing Fu Meiling ask them to sit down, she immediately showed a bright smile. The healing smile with red lips and white teeth stunned Fu Meiling.

How can Zhou Yu have such a good son!

Fu Meiling sighed secretly in her heart. Zhou Qianfan had already helped Zhou Yu sit on the sofa, and politely asked Fu Meiling if she could give Zhou Yu a glass of water to drink.

Zhou Qianfan brought the water cup to Zhou Yu's mouth, Zhou Yu held his hand, slowly drank a sip of water, and raised his eyes to look at his son gratefully. If it weren't for his son suddenly coming back to take care of him, I can't imagine if he would have been able to get out of the hospital......

"Thank you, Aunt Meiling!"

For a glass of boiled water, Zhou Qianfan had already bowed twice to Fu Meiling and thanked her twice. This made Fu Meiling look a little cramped and uneasy.

"Would you like a cup of coffee? I'll cook it for you. ”

"I don't drink coffee, I'm not thirsty, thank you Aunt Meiling."

Zhou Qianfan smiled again. Fu Meiling remembered that Zhou Yu said that his son went to study abroad when he was very young, and his living habits should have been Westernized, but he didn't expect that he didn't even drink coffee.

"Here's sixteen thousand."

Zhou Yu took the backpack handed to him by his son and took out a thick envelope.

"You count, you can take it directly from the bank, I haven't counted."

Zhou Yu lowered his eyes and didn't dare to meet Fu Meiling's eyes. Last time, he stole Fu Meiling's antique cane in a moment's hand, although he was not held accountable, but he was a sinner in front of Fu Meiling after all.

"Don't count it, the bank shouldn't go wrong."

Fu Meiling pinched the thickness of the envelope, estimated that the amount was about the same, and now she just wanted to send Zhou Yu and his son away as soon as possible.

"Then let's go, thank you for your help."

Zhou Yu slowly stood up with the armrest of the sofa, and Zhou Qianfan reached out for him to grab his arm and stand firm.

Walking behind Zhou Yu's father and son to send them out, looking at Zhou Yu's newly shaved hair, there was a lot more gray hair, and her slender figure was even thinner, Fu Meiling's mood was very complicated.

"Aunt Meiling, I'm sorry for your trouble!"

Walking to the door, Zhou Qianfan turned around and bowed deeply to Fu Meiling.

Fu Meiling didn't speak, but when Zhou Qianfan straightened up and looked at her, her pure and dustless eyes instantly touched the softness in her heart.

"Where do you live now?"

Fu Meiling couldn't help asking.

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