For a tube of flattery, he strode into the main hall and took the lead: "Chengcheng, the dim sum is here, and the shop has been wasted for a while."

After speaking, he didn't look at Mo Hongqian with his eyes, and sat down beside Zhao Chengcheng.

"Young Master Lao is bothered." On the contrary, it was Mo Hongqian's generous greetings, and he didn't care about his alienation.

Zhao Chengcheng knew it in her heart, but she didn't say anything, she only glanced at the person sitting down, signaled a tube of cloth saucers, and did not dismantle him: "Wan Li, you tell Mi Po to invite her master later, I have something to ask." "It's just the right time for Wan Li to come and I'm about to ask Zuiyou Daozi for help.

"His master?" Wan Li's hand was stunned, and his gaze at her was a little playful.

"Ask Mi Po to worship under the door of the four rivers and one drunken Daozi, and ask her to invite the master over." She put a shrimp dumpling on his plate, and begged him for help: "I'll show my sister a face."

He also gave Zhao Chengcheng a taro roast, and glanced at Mo Hongqian's face, this person's concentration is really good, seeing that they can still eat radish cake without changing their faces, their minds should not be underestimated.

Hmph, what's the matter, Wan Li occupies the position of his uncle, so he doesn't believe Mo Hongqian is shameless.

Under the turbulent undercurrent, after eating morning tea, Zhao Chengcheng and Mo Hongqian went to invite Mo Rumei together, and the action of the two of them getting up together attracted dissatisfaction, he is not a person with a small belly, but when he saw Zhao Chengcheng raise his eyes, Mo Hongqian tacitly took it, and the tacit understanding between the two made Yun Li disgusted.

Mo Hongqian's move seemed to be a powerful response to Yun Li's previous behavior, and he suddenly felt angry in his heart.

"Wanli, there's something in the corner of your mouth." Suddenly, as she stood up, her eyes fell on the corner of his mouth, and she raised her hand and pointed in the air.

Wan Li's eyes flowed, and her heart suddenly had a plan, and her bright eyes bent to meet her: "Where."

Zhao Chengcheng touched the catch under his eyes, and then raised his hand and pressed his lower lip with his fingertips, his lips were like a ling, his lips were plump, and his fingertips were wiped with the residual sauce, and the upper lip suddenly fell down, and the warm tips of his lips crossed Zhao Chengcheng's skin, causing both of them to feel a burst of crisp in their hearts, and the boudoir nickname was frivolous, and the superficial couple did it naturally.

It's just that others blushed and looked away.

After Mo Hongqian's face was unknown, he stood under the corridor as a drunken Taoist who turned into a question: "God, do you want me to show up?"

"You eat her and live her, what do you think?" Zhao Chengcheng didn't say this, and she felt that if she dared to refuse, she dared to make an abacus and settle the account.

"Disciple knows."

After a little bit of incense, the carriage of the Mo family stopped outside the courtyard, Mo Rumei walked out of the car with a pale face, and the chief dart head Mo Pepsi came with him.

Drunk You Daozi was divided into two, asked Mi Po to invite the two into the house, and the fairy wind and bones fell on the futon, and the Mo brothers and sisters were knowledgeable people, and they both knelt on the ground to make a big salute.

"I've seen immortals."

"Meeting is fate, please sit down." The drunken road was swept away, and there were two more futons on the ground.

The brothers and sisters of the Mo family sat down in surprise, he didn't know what to say, he didn't say it in advance, but fortunately, the god took Zhao Chengcheng in stealth, Zhao Chengcheng squatted next to the drunken Daozi and said: "The face of Mrs. Daoguan in this Taoist temple is a blessed person."

Drunken You Daozi followed and repeated, and Mo Rumei's eyes turned red when she landed: "Where does the immortal blessing come from."

"You have a son in your life, a young talent, and you are eighteen years old." After he retold it, he was secretly dumbfounded, Zhao Chengcheng dared to say this, bragging is not afraid of retribution, uh, I forgot that she is Hongmengzhu's mother, who dares to repay her.

Mo Peshi and Mo Rumei were both surprised, and said in unison: "My sister has been infertile for many years." ”

"I haven't had a lot of years of infertility."

"This son is the blessing of your Mo family's last life, and the lady married into a yin family, and the blessings and misfortunes offset each other, so naturally there is no more."

Mo Baishi nodded clearly, and Mo Rumei wiped her tears: "My life is so hard, what hope is there."

Drunk You Daozi swept the dust again, pinched his fingers, the eyes of the two were blazing, and fell on his face, he pretended to hesitate for a while, and said: "You also have a son in your life, although this son is not a Wenqu star, but he is a little general who has won many battles." ”

"Brother, I still have children." Mo Rumei rekindled hope.

Mo Pesi's comfort sister: "We are a family of goodness."

Drunk Daozi who smiled secretly, his face did not change, and he muttered: "But you have not broken the relationship with the yin person, this son will naturally be reincarnated in another family, Mrs. Don't be too sad, you can sacrifice your second son and husband to stick to the white-haired covenant, it can be seen that whether you have children or not, it doesn't matter if you have a wife."

"Oh my God." Mo Rumei let out a sad roar, her eyes were completely gray, and she also figured out Zhao Chengcheng's means of suppressing her first promotion, and he heard Zhao Chengcheng say: "Next, you will tell the truth."

Drunken You Daozi drew a scoop with a gourd, cleared his throat, and said that there was still something to say, Mo Baishi hurriedly sat down: "Immortal, please speak."

"Madam, there is only one daughter left in your life, this daughter is the reincarnation of a filial daughter, and her husband is also a well-known figure."

"Sister, you still have children, and your son-in-law is half a son."

"Daughter, daughter, the Long family is not without a queen." Mo Rumei still wanted to give birth to Long Shangfu, but she thought that Long Shangfu still had a chance to have a future.

Drunken You Daozi sneered, this woman's stubbornness, and muttered in her mouth: "Madame, don't rejoice too early, the father of this woman, and you have the fate of being born on the same day and month, whether you want it or not, it is up to Madame herself." After finishing speaking, he twisted his invisibility, and when the Mo brothers and sisters returned to the sky, they hurriedly knocked on the prime minister to send it.

After meeting each other, Mo Rumei and Mo Pepsi had a big quarrel, and Mo Rumei insisted on dying with the Long family.

Mo Hongqian came to the door again for help, Zhao Chengcheng grabbed him in front of Mo Rumei, pointed at Mo Rumei's nose and scolded: "Mo Rumei, you were in danger because your sister-in-law sacrificed her life to save her, it was you who made Mo Hongqian a motherless child, so that he lost the help of his brothers and sisters, and was alone in the world, now, the immortals calculated that you have a daughter in your life, and your son-in-law is also a well-known figure, you are still shameless, pulling Long Shangfu to eat the family business of the Mo family, there is a way to be a thousand-year-old king and 80,000-year-old turtle, Do you want Mo Hongqian to give Long Shangfu's family a pension!"

"Qian'er, my aunt never thought like this." Mo Rumei's face was white, and she was anxious to explain to her nephew.

Zhao Chengcheng blocked her hand to grab Mo Hongqian, and said helplessly: "You should let Mo Hongqian have a way out, or give you a chance to be a mother, you will immediately retire Long Shangfu!"

That night, for the sake of the Mo family, Wan Li left Zhao Chengcheng in the guest room for some reason.

He asked, "Why do you pretend to be an ugly person and persecute Mo Rumei with kindness."

The person who helped him pick the wooden thorn in his palm lowered his head and said: "You think she doesn't want to remarry, but she thinks that twenty years is too expensive, and she can't get over it. ”

The tip of the needle picked up the skin, and the wooden thorn came out, Zhao Chengcheng put away the needle and rubbed his eyes: "Okay, I'll go back first." ”

"Wait." Wan Li said.

"What's wrong again."

"I want to wash my hair." He twisted up a strand of green silk and didn't wash it for a few days, and his hair was in strips, and he hated it when he touched it.

Zhao Chengcheng leaned over in surprise, it was really the hair of the big oil field, but: "Do the gods need to wash their hair, you don't have a mantra." ”

"Of course you have to wash it, but you have to forget the spring water of Xianshan to wash it."