Although these words were harsh, Ye Zhilu was used to hearing them, after all, he had never heard a nice word from Rong's mother since he was a child.

Although I haven't seen Rongmu's mouth cannon skills for nearly seven or eight years, I have already formed antibodies in my body.

Ye Zhiwei's bright little face hooked a flattering smile: "Aunt Tong is the same, she is still so beautiful, and even her ability to satirize me is still beautiful." ”

The frost on Rong's mother was even worse, and she withdrew her gaze from Ye Zhilu, and instead glanced at the script in her hand, her original indifferent look was a little more disdainful.

"When you were busy with something big, I deliberately shirked to pick up the plane and let Ace make a special trip instead of you, it turned out that I was thinking about how to be a play."

Ye Zhiwei snorted: "Aunt Tong, don't look down on any profession, even if you ask for food on the side of the road, it is also a performance art, let alone rely on your own hands and feet to eat." ”

Rong's mother glanced at Ye Zhiwei contemptuously: "Pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity is also called art?" The threshold for art is really low now, and any three-way and nine-rate rabble can be called art. ”

"Okay, Ah Yun, you should be an elder, don't say a word." Father Rong, who was standing on the side, finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

Rong's mother pursed the corners of her mouth that were painted bright red, and her chin was slightly raised.

"If I hadn't come back to attend Qihua's funeral, I wouldn't have wanted to make this trip."

With a smile in his eyes, Father Rong patiently coaxed: "If you don't like the country, when the funeral is over, we will leave, okay?" ”

Rong's mother took a deep breath, raised her eyes and swept Ye Zhifu in disgust.

"Okay."

"Auntie, I've been on the plane for several hours today, let's go up and rest first, I'll arrange someone to come up and make you a spa later, and give my uncle a pedicure, okay?"

As soon as she heard Ace speak, Rong's mother's eyebrows and eyes bloomed.

"It's still Ace who is sensible and hurts, unlike some people, who don't know anything."

Ye Zhilu was stunned, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

This Rong's mother had a grudge with herself in her last life, right?

She didn't like herself when she was a child, even if this was the case, it didn't prevent Ye Zhi from liking her son, nor did it affect her son's attention to herself.

"Ah Yun, it's not bad if you know, at least our son likes her." Father Rong solemnly corrected Mother Rong's words.

Ye Zhiwei heard Father Rong speak for himself, as if he was beaten away by the waves of the rising tide, and when he looked at Rong He for a while, he felt as if he was shrouded in a layer of heavenly kindness.

It's just that when Rong Mu heard the words that she liked Ye Zhiwei, the smile on her face that had just unfolded instantly froze again.

"Ace, you can go up with me." Rong's mother took the initiative to take Ace's hand and walked forward.

"During the days when I returned to China, you moved in to stay with me for a while, so that I could have a companion to talk and go shopping."

Ace smiled embarrassedly: "It's not big, right?" Rong He doesn't like outsiders to live at home. ”

When Rong's mother heard this, she was immediately unhappy.

"Are you an outsider? The real outsider pestle is over there. ”

Ace smiled awkwardly: "Auntie, she is not an outsider, she is married to Ronghe and has obtained a license." ”

Hearing this, Rong's mother looked stiff, frowned, and raised her voice slightly: "What did you say?" ”

Ace squatted down, a little surprised.

"You don't know about this?"

Rong's mother's eyes became sharp: "When did it happen?" ”