The anger on Wen Mei's face did not subside: "Tell you in advance, are you hiding her, so that I don't know for the rest of my life?" ”

"Sooner or later, the ugly daughter-in-law is going to see her in-laws, how can you not know it for the rest of your life."

There was no expression on Feng Chen's cold face, and his tone was tepid.

Song Zhiyue glared, at this time, he was still in the mood to joke?

When Wen Mei heard the words "daughter-in-law" and "in-laws", she became even more angry, almost hysterical.

"You didn't even tell me about your big thing, did you still take my mother in your eyes?"

Feng Chen walked up to Song Zhiyue, took her waist and took the person into his arms, and said to Wen Mei: "I wanted to find a suitable opportunity to tell you again, since you already know, then I will officially introduce it, this is my girlfriend Song Zhiyue." ”

Wen Mei said angrily: "I don't care how you met, and I don't care how long you've been together!" In a word, I don't agree with you being together! I won't agree to you marrying her! ”

Feng Chen twisted his brows: "Then who do you agree I am with?" That nursery rhyme? Sorry, I'm not interested in the person you picked. ”

"Nursery rhymes, whether it is family background or academic qualifications, are very good, enough to match you. Even if you really don't like her, Mom can pick something else for you, but you are not allowed to be with her! Wen Mei pointed at Song Zhiyue, her face full of disgust for her.

Her words can be said to have saved Song Zhiyue no face at all.

Song Zhiyue's face gradually turned pale, and his fingers trembled slightly and grabbed the clothes that sealed the dust.

Feng Chen also knew that this remark hurt a girl's self-esteem, and his hand on Song Zhiyue's waist tightened, as if he was silently comforting her.

He looked down at her and said, "Go back to your room first." ”

Song Zhiyue nodded with a white face, got out of his arms, and walked to the stairs.

She had just reached the halfway point when Wen Mei's phone rang.

It was the housekeeper who called, saying that Feng Yi was looking for her, as if there was something urgent, and asked her to go back quickly.

Wen Mei came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Feng Chen pinched his eyebrows irritably, and when he turned around, he saw Song Zhiyue still standing on the stairs.

Song Zhiyue tugged at his clothes, hesitated, and walked down the steps slowly.

"Your mom doesn't seem to like me very much." Her eyelashes quivered, and she whispered.

"What she likes, what she approves, only she arranges for me." Feng Chen laughed self-deprecatingly, then looked at her and said, "She just learned the news today, and she may not be able to accept it at once, but after a long time, maybe she will be able to accept it." ”

Song Zhiyue felt that this was unlikely, Wen Mei's dislike for her just now was all shown on her face, and it was not a little bit.

If Wen Mei has always disliked her and doesn't accept her, will she and Feng Chen be like him and Liang Weirong at the beginning?

Thinking of this, her heart felt cold, and she was a little overwhelmed.

Feng Chen saw her uneasiness, and raised his hand to put it on her shoulder: "Don't think about it, I'll watch TV with you?" ”

Song Zhiyue nodded.

Feng Chen walked over with her and sat down, took the red water cup on the table and poured her a glass of water.

When the couple went shopping today, Song Zhiyue looked good and bought it.

Although the pattern on it looked a little childish, she liked it, so he didn't say anything.

Song Zhiyue was holding the water glass, the whole person was absent-minded, and he didn't know what he was thinking when he lowered his head.