A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Especially compared to Su Chen.

They're worlds apart, there's simply no comparison.

Think about it this way.

If Song Qian really sells the cheongsam to Xiao Meng, perhaps she will still save her.

After teaching Qiao Weidong a lesson.

Tong Wenjie then left.

Go back to your home.

Fang Yuan had already prepared the dishes and came out wiping his hands.

"How is it? Is Su Chen home?"

"He's not here. It seems he went out to celebrate the holiday."

Tong Wenjie didn't tell the truth either.

After giving a few perfunctory words, he suddenly pulled Fang Yuan aside and started talking about how Qiao Weidong had brought Xiao Meng to see Song Qian that day.

"This guy is such a jerk. He dared to keep something like this from his girlfriend. Song Qian deserved to break up with him in the first place."

"He's a scumbag, a piece of trash!"

Fang Yuan wanted to explain for him, but couldn't find a reason.

What Qiao Weidong did was truly wicked.

Tong Wenjie: "Do you think I should tell Xiaomeng about this? After all, she is our yoga teacher, and I think we should help her."

"Don't worry!"

Fang Yuan quickly stopped her.

Seeing Tong Wenjie's confused and angry expression, Fang Yuan knew she had misunderstood.

"Don't be angry, let me explain. Actually, Qiao Weidong and Xiaomeng haven't been together for a long time, mainly because..."

Fang Yuan didn't know what to say.

Tong Wenjie pointed at him.

Fang Yuan said helplessly to Tong Wenjie in a low voice, "Impotent."

"Really?!" Tong Wenjie covered her mouth in surprise.

After the shock.

Tong Wenjie looked at him strangely.

"What's your relationship? Why does he tell you everything?"

"Aren't you two getting a little too close? You two..."

Tong Wenjie's expression turned strange, and she quickly retreated.

There's no need to ask at all.

You can tell what she's thinking just by looking at her expression.

"Honey, isn't your imagination a little too vivid?"

"After all, we're both middle-aged, and things were pretty good before. You know what a midlife crisis is, right?"

"We were exchanging drinking experiences, and before we knew it, we were chatting."

"This story begins when I first met Xiaomeng..."

Seeing that Fang Yuan wanted to continue telling the story, Tong Wenjie quickly interrupted him.

“I have absolutely no interest in his philandering. Quickly call the kids out for dinner.”

Tong Wenjie turned around and went back to her room to change her clothes.

.........

the other side.

After Li Meng saw the message sent by Xiao Xingxing.

Somewhat dazed.

Meanwhile, Su Chen had already finished cooking.

I stood in front of her and waved.

Hey, what are you daydreaming about?

"It's nothing, I just... can't stand seeing sand in my eyes."

Li Meng rubbed her eyes and handed over her phone.

"Judging from what he said, you've obviously been plotting against me for a long time."

Su Chen looked at the message on the other end of the line.

He gave an awkward laugh.

"Aren't you together now?"

Li Meng gave a soft snort.

Ignoring Su Chen, he turned around and took the dishes off the table.

The instant I left the kitchen.

I made up my mind.

I'll do my best tonight.

The food was set on the table.

The four of them took their seats.

It's the eve of the Lunar New Year, after all.

Li Meng still let her father say a few words, as a way of adding some blessings to the festival.

have to say.

Li's father was indeed a scholar.

Su Chen had never heard of any of the words or allusions spoken.

These are clearly not things that fall under the scope of high school.

I really want to know.

The only way is through future learning.

Li's father spoke quite slowly.

Just a few minutes.

He was the first to pick up his chopsticks after sitting down; he must have been starving.

Li's mother ate with great elegance.

One dessert can be eaten in 4 to 5 bites.

Li's father was in a similar situation.

He eats slowly, but he has a large capacity; he can eat two or three at a time in one bite.

By comparison.

Li Meng and Li Meng ate in a relatively ordinary manner.

"Su Chen, aren't you going to drink some of the wine you brought?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Su Chen had completely forgotten about the wine, but when Li's father mentioned it, he almost choked.

Li Meng quickly patted his back.

Seeing that Su Chen was alright.

She rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Dad, why are you suddenly saying these things?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you bring the wine so that people would drink it?" Father Li stroked his beard and laughed. "He brought it himself, I didn't force him to."

Li Meng wanted to say something more, but Su Chen stopped her.

Ask her to help get the wine.

Mr. Li was right; he brought the wine over to drink.

Although Li Meng was reluctant, she still blushed and took the wine.

I poured Su Chen a glass.

I was planning to pour my dad a glass, but he quickly waved his hand.