Meng Liao was very sure in her heart, this cheap sister must have something to hide from herself, but now she refuses to say anything, and she can't inquire if she is not familiar with her life.

In order to avoid getting lost, he could only follow this sister to go back, and he still wanted to return to the Water God Palace, so he met with the rest of the apartment to discuss the plan.

Back in the flower hall where they dined before, everyone in the apartment had already returned before them.

One is not less, and the other is not much...... How much is more?

Meng Li's attention was all focused on the extra person.

The familiar gray abrupt short hit, gray hair, shriveled and stiff body, smiling like a chrysanthemum old face......

Isn't this the stinky old man who grows melons?!

This old man is still holding his little nephew and teasing, it's really unbearable, aunt can't bear it!

"Why are you here too, you stinky old man?"

Yue Lao pulled his eyes out of the black eyes of the water god Shaojun, and glanced at her with disdain.

"You stinky girl is here, and the little old man will come too!"

The cloudy old eyes turned around flexibly, and he said with a strange smile: "It was this little handsome guy who invited the little old man to come, just ask him if you have anything!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Meng Ji, who was serving him tea and water diligently.

Meng looked at the old tree root-like fingers, little handsome guy?!

In the apartment, even the koi in the backyard pond that was smoked and vomited by the Nanhai Volunteer Men's Group are 1,800 times more handsome than him!

"Filmmaker, why did you invite him here?!"

Meng Li glared at Meng Ji angrily, and was so angry that he restarted this title that he hadn't heard for a long time.

Meng Ji smiled flatteringly at the old chrysanthemum face of the old moon, turned his head to face Meng, and lost this courtesy.

"Landlord Xiao Meng, do you know who he is? Dare to shout like this, this is the old man in charge of marriage in the world!"

Meng was like an emotionless machine, "And then?"

Meng Ji's face was full of disbelief, "Aren't you afraid that he will lead you to the wrong line and let you marry a waste husband who eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, smokes, cheats, cheats, steals, and is lazy and beats his wife?"

Meng raised three fingers, and put them away one by one as he spoke, "First of all, my marriage is not under his control, even if it is under his control, it is impossible for me to find a husband like you said." ”

"Secondly, he is a melon planter, not a red thread. You flattered him and let him arrange a marriage for you, so what should Xu Qingyun do?"

"Finally......" Meng said this, laughing three points sarcastically, three points insidious, and four points disdainful, "Don't you know that his melon field has recently reduced its yield significantly, and the melons he grows are not good melons?"

Yue Laoben was still sitting as firmly as Mount Tai, and when he heard Meng Liao talk about the second point, he was anxious.

Stuffed the candle bag in his hand into Xu Qingyun's arms, and wanted to pounce on it to cover Meng Li's mouth.

Fortunately, Meng Liao had dealt with him once or twice, and knew that this stinky old man did not talk about martial arts, and he had always guarded against him.

Seeing this, he easily retreated, and Yue Lao threw himself into the air and fell into the mud with a dog with standard movements.

Meng Jiben still didn't believe what Meng Lao said, and after seeing Yue Lao's actions, he couldn't help but not believe it.

After believing it, he didn't bother with Yue Lao, but picked up the pastries and tea that had just been brought over on the table, picked up a distant position, stared at Yue Lao, and ate and drank viciously.

The old moon on the ground climbed up with his old waist and whispered something in his mouth.

When Meng took a few steps forward to rescue Xu Qingyun, who was holding the candle bag and stiffened, he heard the words: "This stinky girl is determined to defeat me!"

In this regard, Meng Liao said that this was a compliment and praise to her, and accepted it gladly.

When she walked in front of Xu Qingyun, she saw that her cheap little nephew had already opened his eyes, and was grinning toothlessly, staring at Xu Qingyun's sunglasses into a pair of eyes.

"Give it to me. When Meng saw this little nephew, his heart was so soft that he hurriedly reached out to hug him.

Finally, someone came to rescue him, Xu Qingyun seemed to be holding a timed **, and carefully and quickly put the candle bag into Meng Li's arms.

After the smooth handover, he patted his chest, and after suppressing his shock, he walked in the direction where Meng Ji was, just in time to pat him on the back who was choking.

Yue Lao saw that no one paid attention to him, so he had to come to Feng You's side, wanting to use his friendship with him to set up friendships.

Who knew that Feng You entered the door from Meng, and there was no one else in his eyes.

After talking to himself for a long time and still not getting half a response, the old man touched his nose stupidly, and saw Edward and Mitya, who were barely considered Terrans, and went over to talk.

Who knows if you don't talk about it, you don't know, and when you talk about it, you will be sad.

The Western god system has its own god of love, and it is still a blonde doll with a bare ass and little white wings.

Yue Lao was holding Mitya's mobile phone, looking at Cupid, the goddess of love with a small bow and arrow, and couldn't help but feel a little sad about being old.

Now it's the world of young people, and even a little fart child who doesn't know what love is can be called love......

Fortunately, Meng didn't know that the culprit who has become such a culprit is the stinky old man Yue Lao.

Otherwise, knowing that he still has this kind of thought, he will definitely smack him in the face, I have never seen such a gold paste on his face.

If you are really so sensible and reasonable, how can you end up in a situation where you can't even fool a melon planter.

It can be seen that immortals are no different from mortals, there are those who are greedy for money like Meng Wanqiu, there are women behind the rockery who are behind the scenes, and there are also the old people who are shameless to such a situation.

Meng Liao focused on coaxing his little nephew to play, and didn't have any ideas to deal with the stinky old man Yue, after all, his subordinates were defeated, and it was not worth mentioning.

Everyone was doing their own thing, and the butler led a column of immortal attendants, put on a full show, and walked in in a hurry.

He saluted quickly, and Meng was dazzled.

"The housekeeper doesn't have to be polite, what's the matter?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "Miss in-law, it's not good, Shenjun and Mrs. have quarreled!

Quarrelsome, quarrelsome?!Meng Wanqiu and the water god work together?!

Although Meng Li guessed that Meng Wanqiu was suffering from postpartum depression, she couldn't have imagined that this seemed to be very affectionate, and the husband and wife, who were tired of showing affection and affection, would actually quarrel during the banquet.

But now is not the time to delve into this, Meng Liao hurriedly asked, "Where are they now?"

"In, in...... "housekeeper" has been in for a long time, but he still hasn't made it clear.

"Where the hell is it!"

Meng Liao couldn't help but say sharply, and the little nephew in his arms was stunned for a moment and cried.

Meng knew that in this situation, he couldn't suppress his temper and coax the child.

Moreover, my sister and brother-in-law, as the hosts, actually quarreled regardless of the guests, and as the landlord of the apartment and a relative, she should be in charge of the overall situation.

So he handed over the little nephew to Feng Youxiang's arms, and regardless of his slightly stiff movements when he received the child, he asked the housekeeper again.

"Where the hell are they?"

"In, in the kitchen......"