C31 (1/2)

The last sentence Yang Ziying said to Xiao Meng Han, she pulled Mo Xiaoxiao by the hand to make her sit down, and immediately called for the waiter to order a few plates of dessert.

Xiao MengHan was embarrassed and made an apologetic look at Mo Xiaoxiao. Before he could finish Mo Xiaoxiao off, her mother had already rushed over. This interview had just appeared in the newspaper, she was f * cking fast.

Yang Ziying stepped on Xiao Menghan under the table and didn't even introduce his to her mother or the other girl. Was she supposed to register himself?

Even though her father-in-law had already shown her the information on Mo Xiaoxiao before she came, it wasn't good for Yang Ziying to say it out loud. The moment you accepted my son's interview, our family's old man used the intelligence department to investigate everything for you.

”Uh, mom, this is Mo Xiaoxiao, the reporter who interviewed me. This is my mom.”

Mrs. Shaw.” He was neither servile nor overbearing, and he had a smile on his face.

”What Madam Xiao, you call me Aunt Ying, I'm called Yang Ziying, his father is called Xiao Yuelin, his grandfather is called Xiao Zhenhai, now that all the other men are busy, I can't even find someone to accompany me shopping, Xiao Ran, if you don't mind Auntie, then walk around with me, I have a bad memory, I always forget what I want to buy. Sigh, if only there was a daughter-in-law here.”

After she finished speaking, Yang Ziying looked at Xiao Meng Han. Her eyes were filled with hidden bitterness. Her son was quite stubborn. If he wasn't born, how would he know if he had inherited that strange disease?

”Cough.” Xiao Meng Han coughed, her mother almost reported all eighteen generations of her ancestors to the Xiao family.

If previously Jing Xiaoxiao was still a little hesitant about accepting Xiao Menghan's suggestion, now she didn't hesitate at all. She only smiled as she helped Yang Ziying pick up some pastries and hand over paper towels. She didn't want to get involved with the muddy water of a rich family, otherwise, she would become one of the reporters later on.

Yang Ziying blinked her eyes, looking at the obedient and quiet Mo Xiaoxiao, her father-in-law investigated more clearly, and did not completely understand her intentions. She had not had any ill intentions towards her son yet, so she had gotten into a fire earlier than expected.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ziying looked at his son again. He was still as calm as if he was fishing, instead of accompanying his mother and future daughter-in-law for their morning tea.

With a sigh, Yang Ziying felt that the cooked duck in her hand was about to fly away again. She remembered that her father-in-law had specially mentioned the relationship between Jing Xiaoxiao and his boyfriend.

Her slender fingers knocked on the table again and again with a long rhythm. Xiao Meng Han looked at Yang Ziying eating at a leisurely pace.

From the topic of cosmetics, to the topic of eating, to the issue of having children, Xiao Menghan already didn't know how many cups of coffee he had drank, her mother had not finished eating all the Soup Dumplings.

Han Han Han, if you are busy, go first. Xiao Lan and I are having a good chat. Sigh, I only have a son. As Yang Ziying spoke, she took out a tissue and dabbed the corner of her eyes.

”Mhmm, mom, actually, you and dad are still very young.” Xiao MengHan had already thought of something that Yang Ziying would not agree with. He would rather boil a frog in warm water than run away.

The corner of Yang Ziying's mouth twitched under the tissue, and she subconsciously stepped towards Xiao Menghan's shoes. Stupid son, either she wouldn't meet his mother, or she would tear down his mother's stage the moment they met.

Xiao Meng Han's expression did not change, but the expression on her face was unnatural and her leg was in pain. Xiao Meng Han thought that she was not feeling well and asked caringly: ”Xiao Yan, do you want me to send you to the hospital?”