"A friend's son didn't go home to see his mother for 10 hours a year after he got married...... "Where is a friend, it's clearly Michel's own imagination. The son has a sweetheart, his wings are stiff, and he doesn't want a mother. The old lady's vicissitudes of life and fragile heart.

Wang Chengyou, who had been nervous, suddenly relaxed, and he smiled: "Okay, Mom, I will never be like that." No matter what time it is, my mom will always be my favorite beautiful girl. When I get married, I will love you and honor you with my wife. ”

Mi Zhi sat up from the bed "Teng": "Really? ”

"Really."

"You swear!"

"I'm going to send it—"

"Stop! Mom believes in you! ”

Sure enough, heart disease still needs new medicine, and sure enough, I know my mother Mo Ruoer. Within 5 minutes, Mi Zhi was full of energy and refreshed and walked into the living room with his son in his arms.

"Madame is well, right? Why are you lying down here? Wang Chen replays Chengyou-style care.

"I'm fine." Michel Chute's eyebrows fluttered, glancing at her son. In the middle of the afternoon, the tearing sensation brought by the girl disappeared without a trace, and the familiar closeness between me and my son returned. "Feet are tired, just rest."

- I am the dividing line of Michel Goose's happy mood -

That night, with a calm and happy mood, Mi Zhi gossiped and shared with her husband Wang Chen a video she had taken in the middle of the afternoon that happened at the entrance of the merchant Xiamen.

"Our son's vision is still okay, and the little girl looks good."

Wang Chen felt that he was suffering. Looking at the excited look of the lady, she knew that she did not know that the little girl did not have a crush on her son.

Wang Chen reluctantly leaned in front of his mobile phone and found that his eyes were blurry, so he took out his reading glasses at the head of the bed, and a pure and delicate young face suddenly appeared in front of him. Chengyou really has a vision!

There is just the right amount of stubbornness on that innocent and delicate face, which shows that she is not easy to handle, but not so strong that she does not look strong, and there is no tenderness or flattery on that face (so it is true that she doesn't like her son). So much so that the facial features are so that they don't have time to pay attention to it at the second glance.

So, this is a slum girl with a backbone?

Wang Chen sighed secretly for his preconceived notions. However, I am also secretly glad that Chengyou's first love is not a money worshipper girl who can be met everywhere in the adult circle.

"Our son has vision, right?" Mizzie's elbow touched her husband, who was close at hand.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh." Wang Chen was vague.

Mi Zhi has always had no heart and lungs in front of him, some of them don't, what they should say and what they shouldn't say, they all know everything, and they don't have any ideological baggage. After twenty years of cultivation, he is also a little slippery in front of her. In addition to those trade secrets that the two basically do not discuss, the older Wang Chen gets, the more he feels that his gossip spirit has a tendency to go beyond reason and carry it forward alone.

Therefore, he could not praise the girl according to his wife's wishes.

He was afraid that the next sentence would be "Madame, do you know?" That girl doesn't look down on our son. No, no, no, that girl knows that our son's family is rich, but she still doesn't look down on our son. Of course, of course, our son Yushu is in the wind, versatile, has a good outlook, and has a superior IQ...... But that girl still doesn't look down on our son! ”

Wang Chen could completely imagine that after he said this, Mi Zhi wouldn't want to sleep tonight. Although his 100% latex mattress will not crunch no matter how Mi Zhi turns it over, he will feel sorry for her sleepless night.

So, he's a man and he holds back!

"Husband, have you adjusted the prescription of your reading glasses?"

"Huh?"

"You must not have seen the girl in this short video clearly, right?"

Not again!

——I'm Wang Chen, who wants to dodge but can't dodge, but can't dodge, and has to dodge hard-

There was a knock at the door.

Wang Chengyou was in a hurry to finish half of the math problem, so he shouted "Please come in" without looking back. In his subconscious, the person who came to him at eight o'clock in the evening was either Zhang's mother or his own mother.

The door opened in response, but it was the voice of the king wind that sounded in my ears.

"The day after tomorrow, that is, Sunday, are you free?"

Wang Chengyou pulled a calculus book and covered the math paper he was making. He spun his chair and lifted his feet to the side of the pirate ship. Half lying on the chair, he raised his eyes to look at his brother Wang Zhifeng, who was getting closer and closer.

"What do you want to say?" He avoided answering and responded with a smile. Twisting a pen in his hand.

As soon as he saw that Hangerlang's unserious appearance, Wang Zhifeng was angry! Why is he so at ease!

"I have an invitation to a birthday party, it's a masquerade, are you interested in attending?" Although he was not used to seeing it in his heart, Wang Zhifeng's smile was impeccable.

"Instead of you?"

"There will be a lot of people then, so it's good that you enter with an invitation."

"Wouldn't the owner who sent you the invitation be sad if he couldn't find you?"

"You're thinking too much. It's just a classmate, just send it to me. ”

Wang Chengyou pretended to be surprised and shouted: "You shouldn't be talking about Xu Qinglai's birthday party in your class, right?" ”

The king's face is green. He instantly came to the conclusion that this guy in front of him was definitely entertaining him!

"You have long understood in your heart, why do you have to talk so much nonsense?" Wang Feng almost gritted his teeth.

"My brother is too villainous when he says this. Every week, there are people who have a party, and the invitation is soft, I really don't know which one you are talking about, and when I hear you say that you are in the same class, I suddenly remember. I also have an invitation for that party of yours. I'm worried about what to wear, so let's discuss it and go together. ”

The king's wind wavered.

He didn't resolutely refuse to go in the first place, and the reason why he gave up the invitation was just because he didn't have equipment. Now that I saw the little spicy chicken asking for help stupidly, I was naturally relieved.

"How's the Middle East dress?"

As soon as the words came out, Wang Zhifeng secretly regretted it. Doesn't blurting out such a thing reveal the fact that he has been thinking about it for a long time? peeked at the little spicy chicken, only to see his face of surprise, without the slightest suspicion. He thought, it's not without benefit that he's stupid.

Wang Chengyou snorted: "That's it!" I know of a store that sells Middle Eastern clothing, so we're going to buy it early tomorrow morning! ”

Wang Zhifeng smiled. He even bets that the one who says "yes" in the name of a hammer doesn't even know that Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates are two countries in the Middle East!

The next day, after breakfast, the brothers, accompanied by Michel, went to a boutique that mainly sold masquerade items.

Wang Chengyou affectionately pushed his mother and asked her to help the shy Wang Feng pick a good set. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he quickly packed a modified version of the Arab princess outfit. That was the first day he liked the style from the boutique online store, and today he came to the store just to see the quality.

Buy the princess's clothes, ask the shopkeeper to match the corresponding jewelry, and then send the shopkeeper an address, asking the shopkeeper to be sure to deliver it on the same day, and the courier fee will be paid by him.

Secretly doing all this, Mi Zhi appeared with a kingly style wearing a red flower turban, a pale gold robe, and slippers.

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