The group walked into the living room. In the bright small living room, an antique coffee table and a set of mahogany sofas were placed. The color was beautiful, the style was simple, and the perfect combination of modern design and ancient skin.

Mrs. Zhao was not wearing a mighty military uniform at home tonight, but a common casual outfit, which didn't look much different from the ordinary hostess. She rolled up her cuffs and personally made tea for today's guests. The faint tea fragrance would not overflow. When she smelled it carefully, she had a yucca fragrance, which should be the best Pu'er. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhao was so troubled to treat them with the best tea. Jiang Mei felt flattered again.

The little guy sat on a chair higher than himself, quietly lowered his calves, followed his aunt's instructions and did not dare to turn his head and look around, staring at his feet in a regular manner. Occasionally, his shiny little eyes secretly peeked into the face of the old witch he imagined, but he could see the other party's smart and beautiful eyes as her son fox. When his little head was startled, he immediately took it back.

After cooking, Mrs. Zhao put down the tea bowl and smiled at the mother and son: "Drink tea, Amei, don't be polite."

"Thank you, aunt." Jiang Mei felt that she had returned to her student days, holding the teacup in her hands, and was extremely reserved.

When she and her ex-husband Cheng Siquan met her mother-in-law for the first time, they were nervous, but they were not as nervous as they were now like the strings that were tense. It was not that they were worried that they could not get into their mother-in-law's eyes. It was that Mrs. Zhao himself, who had already put a terrible pressure on people.

My mother was so nervous, and the little guy lowered his head and frowned.

This fox mother is so powerful, she seems to be more powerful than a fox. She laughs like this and is so kind, and she doesn't know whether it's good or bad.

"How old is Dongzi this year?" Mrs. Zhao's kind eyes remained on the little guy's head.

"It's almost six years old." Jiang Mei answered and taught the child, "Reply to Grandma Zhao's words."

"In two months, it's six years old." The little guy repeated his mother's answer, which felt quite boring.

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When he heard the fox mother educated the fox, his little head immediately raised, and his shiny little eyes were filled with a small light of interest.

Zhao Wensheng, who had just had a sip of tea, received a look from Mrs. Zhao, and at the same time, he received a look from his little head, and smiled slightly: "Okay, I'll make him a glass of milk."

After his son left, Mrs. Zhao spoke privately with Jiang Mei: "What do you think of my son?"

Before Jiang Mei came, she thought about what her mother-in-law would ask millions of times. For example, Cheng Siquan's mother once asked her whether she could take care of her children at home for housework and other trivial matters. Anyway, she would definitely not talk about her son. Her mother-in-law treated her future daughter-in-law for the first time with a torture nature. However, Mrs. Zhao is different.

"I—" was shocked and suspicious, because I couldn't figure out what Mrs. Zhao said.

As if she saw the concerns in her heart, Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "Everyone said that my son is good. It's not that I boasted, I think it's good for my son to be a husband. He specializes in pediatrics and neonatal departments. If you have children at home, it's absolutely no problem to ask him to take care of him. If someone in the family is sick, he can take care of him."

She had never heard of her mother-in-law selling her son in front of her, and Jiang Mei was shocked. With his current status and career, is it necessary to promote herself? Did Mrs. Zhao worry too much?

"Auntie." Jiang Mei was a straightforward person and said frankly, "The others are very good. Since I knew him, no one would say he was bad. Don't worry about this, you can rest assured by one hundred."

Jiang Mei even wanted to say: Mrs. Zhao, your son is very popular with women. You can rest assured that you can have 100 female fans since I knew about middle school years, there are far more than 100 female fans who are obsessed with your son. Of course, I am one of them.

The little guy raised his eyebrows and showed great interest in their conversation: it was mainly because this old witch was too different from his imagination.

Mrs. Zhao smiled slightly, not seemingly agreeing with this, and said again: "I know my son's temper myself, and I can't say it's perfect, especially this despicable person, which makes people feel the headache, but it also makes people feel sincere. Has he told you about his father?"

Referring to the oath he said? Jiang Mei nodded cautiously.

"So what he believed would not change. His temper was like his dead father." When Mrs. Zhao said this, she stretched out her hand and put it on the back of Jiang Mei's hand.

The heat conveyed from the warm palms of the elders surprised Jiang Mei slightly.

"You divorced, and I lost my husband, and it's similar in nature. Wensheng told me about your experience. To be honest, he himself thinks he has half of the responsibility for this matter." Mrs. Zhao looked at her with clear and bright eyes, "I'll just ask you one thing, are you willing to accept my son? Give my son a wholehearted love?"

Jiang Mei said without thinking, "Yes."

She, Jiang Mei, has no other ability, just like that. If she determines something, she must do it to the end with all her heart.

Mrs. Zhao could tell from her words "can" only. Before, she didn't understand why her son had a special liking for this woman and was divorced. But now she understood that the woman she chose had the same personality as her son - she was rude.

Zhao Wensheng, who turned out from the kitchen, seemed to be just right, and appeared after his mother and the wife he chose. He picked up the glasses with his fingertips, and smiled and swept across his mother and her two faces that looked relaxed. Then he put the milk in a special porcelain, which was not hot, and placed it in front of the little guy.

He held the milk cup with his hands and whispered the heat on it. His little brow raised his eyebrows provocatively: If you have a mother to make things difficult for my mother, my mother has a son to make things difficult for you.

So my little lips curled up and took a sip.

"Drink slowly, don't choke."

Of course he couldn't listen to the fox's words, so he had to take a big sip.

The fox continued, "If you choke in your nose, I have to put a straw into your nostril to suck."

Spray. A little milk was sprayed out from his little nose, and he hurriedly wiped off his little finger, and then he wiped out two mustaches.

The serious Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but feel happy when she saw it.

Jiang Mei hurriedly pulled out a tissue, and the little guy snatched it himself, his little face bulged, and the fox was staring at the silence while wiping his mouth.

"Dongzi." Mrs. Zhao stood up and waved her hand to greet the little guy, "Come here and go to the study with grandma. Grandma has something for Dongzi to show."

Xiao Dongzi was very happy to follow this old witch who might bully his mother and help his mother get rid of the old witch. He jumped off the sofa chair and didn't forget to pick up the unfinished milk and followed Mrs. Zhao. Although this fox was a little small, it always made him angry, but the milk that was rushed out was very delicious, neither sweet nor greasy, and very much to his taste. In other words, to put it shamefully, it was much better than what his mother rewed.

He followed the old witch into the study room. The old witch closed the door of the study room. His little head looked left and right, not knowing what the old witch wanted to show him. But he saw that the old witch had tiptoed, pulled out the album from the bookshelf, and greeted him to a short table.

"This is a photo of my son when he was a child. Look, do you look like him?" The old witch said so, opened the album, and pointed to a small radish head on the photo.

The little head stretched out and looked at it, and his eyes were scattered: This little radish head is so fun, it looks like a little adult.

"It's very similar." Mrs. Zhao, who was happy, rubbed her hands on the child's head with affection.

Unexpectedly, the child brought by Jiang Mei suddenly touched the deepest part of her heart. Back then, her son was like this child, although he was young, but he wanted to protect her mother everywhere.

Feeling that the old witch actually liked her very much, she raised her little eyes and started to show off: "Will you stop them from being together?"

"No." She wouldn't do anything just by looking at this child.

"Why can't?" The logic of children is different from that of adults, and they have to dig to the end.

"Because grandma is a smart person, she can't do such things that are not beneficial to both herself and her children," said Mrs. Zhao.

The little eyes lit up: This old witch is so interesting that she actually praised herself for being smart, so she doesn't do stupid things.

When he found a chair to sit down, then hugged the child in his arms, Mrs. Zhao was actually most worried about: "Do you like my son?"

If the child doesn't like her son and deliberately makes things difficult for her son, the reorganized family will be much more difficult.

It seems that his interests are consistent with the fox mother. His little face turned sluggishly and said in a pretty good manner: "As long as he is kind to my mother, I certainly like him."

It seems that this child looks very much like her son at all. Mrs. Zhao was so satisfied that she couldn't be satisfied anymore: "Call me Grandma."

I mean he wants to form an alliance with the fox mother? Little head melon thought about it carefully, especially when he thought of what my aunt told me when he set off, to gain the fox mother's favor, and clicked: "Grandma."

When he was happy, he hugged the child again, melted his serious lines and smiled: "Okay, very good." Then, he pointed his fingertips at his little nose, revealing a fox-like smile: "You said, you are so obedient tonight, is someone teaching you?"

My little throat tightened: "No, it's not my mother."

But the fox mother smiled even brighter and said, "I know it's not your mother. I also know that you are closer to someone than your mother."

The little face suddenly turned aside: "What do you want?"

"Grandma just thinks your aunt has a good vision and knows that you are a good child and loves you very much."

After hearing what the fox mother said, she exhaled her mouth and looked at the fox mother again, her eyes were confused: "Do you know my aunt?"

"Recognize it." Mrs. Zhao's smile seemed meaningful at this moment, but the little guy couldn't see through it.

In the living room

Jiang Mei looked at her son being taken into the study by her future mother-in-law, and she felt a little restless.

Zhao Wensheng took over his mother's position and rebuilt the tea. He looked at her anxious face and said, "My mother should like Dongzi very much."

"Are you sure?" Jiang Mei had no idea.

Originally, the future mother-in-law is a senior intellectual, and she is a divorced woman with a burden. Although Mrs. Zhao’s previous words, she unconsciously felt a little inferior in Mrs. Zhao’s eyes.

"Will you be afraid of my mother when you chase me so hard?" The dimples on the corner of his mouth seemed to be funny and deliberately raised.

"This, this is different." She suddenly panicked and stroked her bangs with her hand.

His eyes walked down from the female charm she showed and saw the marks exposed in her collar.

He bit it this afternoon.

He said: "When you leave, wipe it with a bottle of ointment, otherwise it will swell tomorrow."

He reminded her that she was sweating all over. I wonder if her future mother-in-law had just seen it. Will she say that she was in a mess before marriage?

Seeing her nervous look, he laughed: "It's okay, my mother is very reasonable and won't mind."

"Your mother doesn't mind, but I mind." She said a little annoyed. In short, the car shock in the afternoon was something she didn't even dare to think about before. What she couldn't understand was that he had always been very reserved, so how could he think of car shock?

"Who asked you to force me?" This is his answer.

"Why did I force you?" she rolled her eyes.

"You pursue me, but you haven't said you like me for a long time. How do I know that you are a fantasy star-chasing clan or do you really want to have sex with me?" Speaking of this, there was a question that always existed in his heart, with a serious eyebrows, "How did you fall in love with me?"

If it's just because he plays basketball, isn't it different from the star-chasing clan?

She stammered at this question and was very difficult to speak: "The first time I saw you, I saw you very handsome. Of course, there are more than you the most handsome boys in the school. But you are very special."

"Special?" He really didn't know where he was special, so he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, you're so fascinated by this book that you're actually hitting the electric pole."

He straightened his eyes: Could it be that she fell in love with him because of this ugly thing?

"You don't understand. If a person is just handsome, just good at studying, just good at playing basketball, it's no different from a vase, it's very boring. However, his ability to hit a telephone pole means that he is a normal person, just like me, and the distance is much closer."

OK. He stroked his eyebrows helplessly and sadly, comforting himself: at least, she was not obsessed with him as an idol.

"Why do you fall in love with me?" Jiang Mei turned around and asked him.

"I really discovered that it was after leaving you." He looked at her without a smile, only long melancholy and persistent, "So, I won't let go of anything I say this time."
To be continued...