The two cups are placed next to each other, clearly a couple's cup.

She glanced at the pink cotton slippers on Song Zhiyue's feet again, and her face became more and more bad.

Although she doesn't come here often, when she came before, it wasn't like now.

It is now evident everywhere that there is already a hostess.

Wen Mei's eyes turned coldly to Song Zhiyue: "When did you and Feng Chen get together?" ”

"It's been five months." Song Zhiyue was both nervous and apprehensive.

Wen Mei was even more angry, it had been nearly half a year, but she didn't know anything about it.

Her son is so good, he hid her so tightly!

"I came to his side before, why didn't I see you?"

Song Zhiyue hesitated for a moment and replied, "I just moved to him." ”

Wen Mei looked at her forcefully: "What is your education?" What are the family conditions? What do parents do? ”

Her aggressive three questions made Song Zhiyue's breath suffocate and her face was embarrassed.

She took a deep breath, stabilized her mind and said, "Auntie, you sit down first, and I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

Listening to this aunt, Wen Mei thought of what happened in the mall, she gritted her teeth and asked: "You knew that I was his mother for a long time, so you designed clothes for me, you deliberately approached me, right?" ”

She had always thought that Song Zhiyue was Miss Song Family, but she didn't think that she was not at all.

Before she came, she had already asked the rich lady who had a good relationship with her, and Miss Song was not in the country now.

"I didn't." Song Zhiyue twisted her fingers, in fact, she did it on purpose, wanting to leave a good impression on Wen Mei.

Wen Mei didn't believe her ghost letter, if she didn't, she would call her aunt when they met for the first time?

Song Zhiyue designed the clothes for her, she liked it very much, and took the drawings to the store to order them on the same day.

She originally had a good impression of Song Zhiyue, but now she doesn't like it at all.

There is even a disgust for her, an aversion to her deception.

That time in the mall, she clearly said that she and Feng Chen were friends.

But they've been dating for five months, and she didn't say a word last time.

Wen Meiqi's lungs were about to explode, but she kept holding back, because she couldn't lose the demeanor of a noblewoman.

She asked in a very bad tone: "Your parents set up a fruit stall?" ”

Song Zhiyue was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes and nodded.

How did Wen Mei know, she guessed that she must have known about her and Feng Chen, and then went to investigate.

Wen Mei's face was blue and ugly: "I don't agree with you being with my son!" ”

Song Zhiyue's face turned slightly pale, even if Wen Mei didn't say it explicitly, she could guess that Wen Mei disliked her origin.

She pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Auntie, I ....."

"Don't call me Auntie! I don't know you that well! Wen Mei interrupted her sharply.

Feng Chen went downstairs to drink water, and as soon as he walked to the staircase, he heard this angry voice, he looked down and saw Wen Mei and Song Zhiyue standing face to face.

Wen Mei's face was very bad, and she was always angry.

And Song Zhiyue lowered her head, unable to see the expression on her face clearly, but she could see that she was a little afraid of Wen Mei.

Looking at this look, I am afraid that I already know the relationship between him and Song Zhiyue.

He didn't expect Wen Mei to come over suddenly, frowned, and then walked down the steps.

"Mom, why didn't you call me in advance before you came?"

Hearing his voice, Song Zhiyue and Wen Mei looked at him at the same time.