One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

  Chapter 1231 Thanks for the invitation, has retired! (29)

  Lingqiong ate two bites of rice, and sat by and listened to Zhuang’s mother chatting with the people next to her, but she didn’t know where she was wandering.

   "What do you think? So absorbed."

  Lingqiong was patted on the shoulder, and when she returned to her senses, she found that the people at this table were basically gone, and even Zhuang’s mother was not there.

   "Why are you here?" Ling Qiong looked at the man standing next to her.

  Mu Dongling pulled a chair away and sat down: "Why can't I come over? What are you so afraid of? We used to be too old to stay together."

  Lingqiong rolled her eyes: "How can I be afraid?"

  Sit up and sit well, what's to be afraid of!

   Mu Dongling laughed out: "I thought you were scared."

  Lingqiong lowered her mouth, and suddenly dropped something in her arms. When she looked down, it was the bouquet of the previous bride.

  Lingqiong looked at Mu Dongling.

  The latter leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking at her carelessly.

  "Brother Mu, you...are you going to grab the bouquet?"

   "They pulled me up." Mu Dongling didn't plan to grab it, but in the end the flower fell into his hands, "This is fate."

  "Do you want to get married?" Lingqiong was still smiling one second before, but the next second, her tone changed, and she indifferently spread her hands: "Unfortunately, I can't get married. I was retired by you."

   Mu Donglin's heart choked, "Who stipulates that you must get married if you grab the bouquet? Can't I give it to you?"

  Ling Qiong screamed, deliberately covering her lips with her hands, and whispered: "I didn't see that Brother Mu was so good at talking."

   "That must..." Mu Dongling wondered what was wrong with this, "Zhuang Mianmian, what do you mean? You said I didn't speak human words before?"

  Ling Qiong lowered her head and fiddled with the bouquet, "I didn't say it, you said it yourself."

   Mu Dongling: "..."

   Mu Dongling snapped her head angrily.

  "Why are you two sitting so close together?" Father Zhuang emerged from nowhere, and interposed between them.

  Lingqiong: "..."

   Mu Dongling: "..."

   Lingqiong reacted quickly: "We are quarreling."

   "Really?" Looking at these two people just now, it doesn't look like a quarrel? "I'm telling you, girl, you must not associate with this big radish, it's fancy, unreliable, and his dad has the same virtue."

  Lingqiong feels that it is still necessary to say something for her future father-in-law, "Dad, Uncle Mu is pretty reliable, and I love my wife and family."

   "I don't love my daughter-in-law and I don't care about my family?"

  "……"

  You are a prodigal.

   "We have nothing to do, you hurry up to maintain your business." Ling Qiong asked Zhuang's father to leave quickly.

  "You are not allowed to associate with him." Father Zhuang hummed, "The daughters of my old Zhuang family must not marry into Mu's house!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

   Coaxed Father Zhuang away, Ling Qiong sighed and collapsed in the chair.

  "What are you laughing at?" Lingqiong kicked Mu Dongling's calf, "You are still embarrassed to laugh."

   Mu Dongling suppressed a smile: "No, why does Uncle Zhuang think I am a big carrot?"

  Mu Dongling didn't feel much angry, anyway, Father Zhuang's words seemed to be angry at first sight.

   "My dad said that your face looks like a big radish, and you lie to women."

   Mu Dongling: "..."

   Is it his fault to be handsome?

   "Sister doesn't like it?"

  Lingqiong took a closer look. When Mu Dongling thought she was going to say something to hit her, the little girl's lips curled and she said crisply: "I like it so much."

   Mu Dongling's eyes were dim, and the person in front of him seemed to be light, which made people a little dizzy.

   Mu Dongling’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly, leaning back, "I will take you home in a moment."

  Lingqiong’s eyes lit up slightly, "What's the point of that, let's go open the room." Let my father go for nothing! Dad can! !

   Mu Dongling’s eyes were full of warnings: "Zhuang Mianmian."

  How many hours did they determine the relationship?

  What is she talking about is messy! !

   "If you don't open it, you won't open it." Lingqiong hooked his calf under the table, "I thought my brother wanted to kiss me."

  "……"

  You can feel the temperature passed by the girl through the cloth, Mu Dongling only feels that the leg is numb.

  He swallowed with difficulty, and his mouth was dry.

  Mu Dongling cursed secretly in his heart, took a breath, retracted his leg suddenly, got up to arrange his clothes: "Call me when I leave."

   "Brother, let's talk again, don't leave..."

  Mu Dongling looked back at her and walked faster.

  The little girl laughed in the back, the laughter passed through the noise, fell clearly to his ears, and knocked deep in the happy room.

  This little girl's film, just miss his body!

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  Lingqiong was called into the car by Zhuang's father when he was leaving, and there was no chance to be called Mu Dongling at all.

  Mu Dongling watched Lingqiong being stuffed into the back seat by Father Zhuang, rubbing his eyebrows in a complicated mood.

  "Dongling, help your dad quickly." Mu's mother asked him to help.

  Father Mu drank a little today. Mu Dongling helped him into the car, and Lingqiong’s car had already left over there.

   Mu's mother got on the co-pilot, so Mu Dongling had to sit behind Mu's father.

  As soon as she got in the car, Mu’s mother asked, “Son, where’s your bouquet?”

   "I forgot where I put it."

  Mother Mu asked meaningfully: "Did you forget where to put it, or did you give it away?"

  Mu Donglin and Mu's mother looked at each other.

  Mother Mu smiled gently, she didn't say anything, she seemed to know everything.

"you saw it?"

  Mother Mu just smiled, turned around and asked the driver to drive.

  "Our family and the dealer..."

  The drunk father Mu heard the word ‘Zhuang’, he sat up, waved his hands and started pointing Jiangshan, “The surname Zhuang doesn’t look at his own abilities, but also wants to learn from others. He deserves to be bankrupt!”

   "Just that he still has a face to cross with me, what is it? I don't have a begging attitude, who is like him."

   "He doesn't want to associate with me, I don't want to associate with him yet."

   "Let’s move tomorrow!"

   Mu Dongling: "..."

   Mu mother: "..."

  Moving is impossible.

  After all, Mu's father has said this for many years, and he has never moved successfully.

  In the words of Father Mu, it is: Why do you want me to move? It seems that I am afraid of him. If I want to move, it is his surname Zhuang.

  Because of Mu’s father’s interruption, Mu’s mother and Mu Dongling didn’t continue talking, worrying that if Mu’s father would say another Zhuangzi, Mu’s father would be upset in the car.

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  Mu Dongling and Mu's mother set up Mu's father together, and first went back to the room and took a shower.

  He stood by the window and looked next door. In his direction, he could only see the light of Lingqiong's room, and more could not be seen.

  There is no light in that room at this time, I don’t know if I’m already asleep.

   Mu Dongling poured a glass of wine, stood by the window, and took a sip from time to time.

  Until he finished a glass of wine, he drew the curtains, lay down on the bed, and found Lingqiong on the chat interface, just clicked in, and a message popped up across from him.

   "Brother Mu, come to the door."

  Mu Dongling looked at the words as if he didn't recognize them, and didn't respond for a while.

   Then he suddenly turned over, went out a few steps, opened the door and remembered that he didn't wear slippers, so he quickly went back to put them on and went downstairs quickly.

  Mu Dongling opened the door, and in the warm yellow light, the girl stood quietly at the door, hearing the sound, and looking sideways.

  (End of this chapter)