In hindsight, like a pig beforehand.

Before the accident, it was clear that Zhen Ka had been recommending to Xiao Qiqi, saying how good the professor was, and that he still had relatives at home, so Shi Peiqi asked the professor to ask more.

Immediately after the accident, he blamed Shi Peiqi and said a lot of things that hit Xiao Qiqi.

Xiao Qiqi also knew that Zhen Ka had no malicious intentions, but this incident made her feel that she and Zhen Ka might not be suitable.

Life is so difficult, I really don't want to find a "life mentor after the fact" to manage myself every day.

"I'm really looking for a chance to tell Zhenka that we're not suitable, but my family estimates..."

Shi Peiqi felt bitter when she thought of her family, and her family always regarded her as an old girl, and they couldn't wait to marry her off immediately.

Chen Meng understands his friend's feelings at the moment.

It's like planting crops and working hard for a year, seeing that the harvest is about to be taken away by others, and then the prospective boyfriend is still mending the knife on the side and saying that she is stupid, and the god-level pig teammates are nothing more than that.

Chen Meng carefully comforted Xiao Qiqi, and told her to take the opportunity to break up with Zhen Ka, and when Shi Peiqi left, Chen Meng sat there and pondered more and more.

She sat on the couch and knitted a sweater while thinking about how to vent her anger on her friend.

When the second master got off work, he saw his daughter standing in front of the mirror, and the one around her neck was...

"Bibs?"

The second master wants to say, how did you get such an ugly scarf?

But, more important than that - why knit it for the child first, not for him?! The second master has to eat a few bites of his daughter's vinegar now.

Chen Meng was naturally embarrassed to say that he originally wanted to knit a sweater, but he didn't count the stitches with things in his head, and he simply made a scarf after various failures.

I can't take a closer look at this scarf, but I look at the lamp, and there are needles missing in several places...

"Isn't that what I have on my mind, and that's how it is today..."

Chen Meng told the second master about the matter, she originally wanted the second master to give support, but the second master tightened his eyebrows.

"So, for the sake of Ghost Qiqi, you turned the sweater that was originally given to me into Nuo Nuo's scarf?!"

"It's hot..."Nono's little hand tugged at the thing around his neck in disgust, it was so uncomfortable.

Dad, do you think people want it?! If it weren't for the fear that my mother would be sad, the baby wouldn't want to take it, ugly refusal!

"Second brother, are you a little sympathetic, okay? Do you think I don't want to knit a sweater for you, if you make it like this, I guess the sisters-in-law will laugh at me again when I go out tomorrow. ”

"Laughing at you?! Who?! "The second master protects the calf in the same way as Chen Meng.

He bullied Meng Meng himself, that is full of love, those old ladies in the yard who are not as beautiful as Meng Meng, not as smart as Meng Meng, not as cute and cute, why should they laugh at his daughter-in-law?

"I'm not good at doing this, it's normal for people to say a few words, forget it, it's not important, I'd better think about how to get Qiqi's business..."

Chen Meng waved her hand, she thought that knitting a sweater was a trivial matter, but the second master was already interested.

As for that Qiqi matter, the second master felt that his wife was fully capable of handling it, and he didn't need to worry about it at all, but this knitted sweater was not as good as the others in the courtyard, which caused his wife to be ridiculed... It's a big deal!

"It doesn't matter if you lose knitting sweaters, just win them back." The second master said lightly.

"I want to win, you don't know how fast they are." Chen Meng seriously suspected that some sisters-in-law didn't sleep at night, and their pants were knitted.

"Did you write down the stitches?"

"Yes."

"Bring it."

“...？！”