Chapter Seventy-Seven: Thirty Years to the East of the River, Thirty Years to the West of the River
Since settling in the Mingming apartment, Meng has admitted that the situation in the apartment has been thoroughly understood by himself.
But now, faced with the problem of stuffing a primeval forest into Mitya's room, the owner of the room is a mixture of emotion, love, and expectation...... Under the gaze of other emotions, her head seemed to be controlled by someone, and she couldn't swing from side to side at all.
Then Edward spoke again, "Oh, lovely Miss Mitya, you see that the lady doesn't refuse, that is, she agrees." โ
"Miss Landlord, you are so good to me!"
Hearing this, Mitya, who lacked roots, got up from her seat, excitedly walked over and hugged Meng, and under Edward's gaze, offered her a fragrant kiss.
Meng wiped the lip marks on his cheeks, and saw that Mitya had gone away, and said viciously to the culprit: "If you have nothing to do, go back to the coffin and lie down, and then make trouble, believe it or not, I will chop you up and make a charcoal-grilled little bat!"
Edward slowly moved his gaze away from Mitya, who was no longer visible, and swept the unwiped lip prints on Meng's face meaninglessly.
shrugged his shoulders indifferently, anyway, Meng Li had already promised to decorate the room for his lover, and it didn't matter what he said, besides, after getting along for more than two months, who didn't know that she treated the apartment tenant like a paper tiger.
Thinking like this, he gave Meng a bright smile back, and her peach blossom eyes began to turn mosquito coils, and there was only one thought in his heart: the tenants in the apartment are not necessarily good if they are too good-looking.
After a few minutes, she came back to her senses, and Edward was nowhere to be seen.
"What about the charcoal-grilled little batman?" Meng turned his head and asked a few people who were still at the table.
Meng Ji replied: "It seems that he is taking Mitya out on vacation, and it will take several days to return." โ
Speaking of this, he looked at the expression on Meng Li's face, and was very expectant, "Landlord Xiao Meng, you see that since you are going to decorate the room for Xiaomi, why don't you rebuild my room!"
Meng smiled and looked soft and lovely, "What do you want to redecorate?"
"I don't ask for much!" Meng Ji replied anxiously, a little embarrassed, "Help me make the room like a girl in Jiqi, and the four seasons will automatically change the style." โ
The mentioned Jiqi gracefully sandwiched a flower roll for Quanke, glanced at Mengji, said nothing, and continued to concentrate on breakfast.
Meng Li is used to Meng Ji's treatment of Xia Jiqi, a mouthful of "that woman" and "that mother-in-law", but he is very friendly and respectful to Qiu Jiqi, but no matter what attitude he has towards Jiqi, he can't change the whimsical facts.
"Oh?" she smiled, "You still say that you don't ask too much?!Why don't you say that you want me to cultivate a divine realm for you!"
Hob meat Mengji immediately answered: "Hehe, that's reluctantly acceptable." โ
At this time, Xu Qingyun spoke, "Don't be embarrassed for Xiao Meng's landlord, just decorating the room for Xiaomi, she is already very difficult." โ
Finally someone spoke for himself, Meng Li looked at Xu Qingyun with some emotion.
He was ready and said to Meng Ji: "Landlord Xiao Meng doesn't know how to decorate at all, so you are not afraid to pretend to be a pigsty for you." โ
Before the words fell, he pulled Meng Ji, who was holding half a fritter in his mouth, and ran.
Fortunately, the two of them ran fast, otherwise they would really be charcoal roasted by the electric python that poked out of the ceiling.
After the two left, Meng sat back in his seat with his cheeks up, sighing, sighing, and having no clue in his head, why did he come to be a mason who didn't know anything about writing on a good National Day, but he went out on vacation with affection.
sighed to himself again, "Bad fate." Turning his head to look at Quanke and Jiqi, "Do you know how Sister Meng Wanqiu renovated your room in the first place?"
Quanke was fighting with the remaining half of Hanamaki, and he didn't have the time to answer Meng's words for the time being.
Ji Qi raised Qing Lingling's eyes, "You only need to explain the requirements to her in advance, and when decorating, we are not allowed to enter the room, so I really don't know." โ
"What about your room?" Meng Liao wanted to ask, why Jiqi's room has four distinct seasons, and thought that it is normal for people to have four souls in one, but she just can't understand how her cheap sister did it.
Ji Qi replied expressionlessly: "It was a renovation accident." โ
When Meng asked again, she had already gotten up and left, so she had to give up.
At this time, Quanke, who had finally finished eating the flower rolls, spoke, "Don't you know how to decorate your room?"
"That's right. Meng Liao pulled the noodles in his bowl with chopsticks, and had no appetite, "This is my sister's test." โ
Quanke didn't understand what a test was, but he knew that the sister Meng Liao was talking about was the person who decorated his room with the previous landlord.
"You can go and ask Lord Bai Shu. Quanke smiled very cutely, "He must be the first to stay in the apartment more than we know, you can also ask Lord Feng, after all, he is a god." โ
After finishing speaking, he got up and chased after Jiqi, leaving Meng Liao alone looking at the noodles in the bowl, sighing helplessly, and resigned himself to start cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.
After finishing his work, he still had no clue, so Meng had no choice but to walk to the door of the white drawing room, first knocked on the door normally, knocked for a while, and put his ear on the door, and found that there was no movement inside.
Since the autumn equinox, Bai Tu began to enter the period of hair change, and the increasingly thinning hair made his appearance directly reduced, which was only a little better than Meng Ji and Xu Qingyun, who couldn't see his appearance clearly.
Therefore, after the barbecue party where Feng You woke up last time, he began to live a life of nesting in the cave all day. At this time, he should not knock on the door, there is only one possibility, that is, he does not want to answer.
Thinking of the fact that a certain fox smashed his door and pulled himself out of the room, isn't it time for revenge?
Meng smugly blew on the pink little fist, raised it high, and was about to smash it down, but remembered that if he smashed it too hard, it would not be worth it to hurt his hand.
So, she took out a shiny big iron spoon from the Qiankun bag that she flickered from her cheap brother-in-law very obscenely.
"Bell, bell, bellโ"
The piercing sound of impact mixed with Meng Li's voice of "Don't hide inside and be silent, I know you're at home!" resounded throughout the apartment.
Jiqi, who was in his room with Quanke and was about to start the live broadcast, heard such a harsh voice, and only smiled slightly, touched Quanke's head, and said with a smile: "I'll turn on the soundproofing system." โ
Meng Ji, who was making up for sleep, was first awakened by a sudden loud noise, and after hearing Meng Li's voice clearly, he turned over and continued to sleep.
Xu Qingyun pinched his fingers, closed his eyes and calculated silently, and after a while, he chuckled, no longer had a chance.
The wind is especially ...... The ink hair is full of brushes, and he is writing a lesson plan for the follow-up teaching.
The people in the apartment ignored it, and the more Meng knocked it, the happier he became, the intensity increased, the frequency was faster, and finally he knocked out the white drawing of the fox in the hole and pretending to be dead.
"Meng!! What are you doing?!"
Wearing a hat to cover his head, which had few hairs, and his eyebrows were beginning to thin, he was furious, and he opened the door and faced Shang Meng, holding the big iron spoon behind his back, and smiled a little flatteringly.
"Brother Bai Shu, I have something to ask you for help!"