In the world of Zongman, the ruthless monks just want to play badly

After a pause, he continued:

"Mom is here...it seems like a bad time?"

Chapter 124 Mrs. Miura: You can lie to your mother, but don’t lie to yourself

"Mom, mom, mom... Mom?!"

Miura Yumiko was stunned, almost shocked, "Why are you here?! Where's Daddy?!"

"Of course your dad is at home, where else would he be?"

Mrs. Miura still had that smiling face. It was obvious that she was very pleased with her daughter's shameful look, which made her want to find a hole to crawl into.

"As for why I'm here... that's not important. What's important is, Yumiko-chan, aren't you going to introduce your boyfriend to your mother?"

Although we agreed to visit him tomorrow, now that we've met, I can't just pretend not to see it.

Letting go of Youmeiko in his arms, Baili turned around and nodded slightly to the mature woman in front of him.

"Mrs. Miura, nice to meet you. My name is Baili, and I'm currently dating Yumiko."

"Then I'll just call you Bailijun, okay?"

Mrs. Miura was all smiles, and was just about to take a good look at what the cabbage her daughter had found outside looked like.

The moment his eyes met the young man in front of him, Yindao had already acted before his brain and couldn't help but exclaim "Oh".

……

After all, downstairs was not a place to talk, so at Mrs. Miura's strong invitation, Bai Li went upstairs and sat for a while.

Because the incident happened suddenly, he only had the high-end cosmetics he bought for Mrs. Miura as a gift.

The fishing gear set I bought before has too many types and is not very convenient to carry. I have asked the fishing gear store to deliver it to my home and had planned to bring it all together tomorrow.

There is only a gift for Mrs. Miura, but no gift for Mr. Miura, which inevitably makes people feel that there is favoritism.

But, at this point, no one cares about such trivial matters anymore.

Mr. Miura was originally in a very depressed mood.

The cabbage that he had raised for more than ten years was quietly taken away by someone. The old father was filled with grief, but the child's mother was happy to see it happen, and he couldn't even utter a word of objection.

It seemed that the only thing he could do was to give the damned boy who kidnapped his daughter a little trouble when he met the parents. He didn't dare to be too difficult, for fear that the child's mother would quarrel with him.

——Middle-aged men who are not strong in waist strength are so miserable. They have no say in the family at all.

but……

"Are you Yumiko's boyfriend?"

All the plans in my mind vanished into thin air after I saw the "yellow-haired boy" in person.

Mr. Miura couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It seems... my own daughter is the damn yellow-haired guy?

……

The two men were chatting in the living room, while Miura's mother and daughter went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Of course, although they are called mother and daughter, Yumiko was actually just a pendant from beginning to end, and even helping out was disliked by Mrs. Miura as a hindrance.

and……

"Mother……"

Yumiko looked down at herself uncomfortably, but didn't notice anything strange. Finally, she couldn't help but protest, "Could you please stop looking at me with that... confused, slightly disdainful look?"

Mrs. Miura sighed.

Instead of restraining herself, her tone became even more puzzled. "How could such a good cabbage be taken by you... My dear daughter, did you use some special means?"

"In recent years, Neon has added a lot of new laws regarding crimes committed by nymphomaniacs. If caught, the minimum sentence is three years, and the maximum penalty is the death penalty. This is no joke."

"Mom doesn't want to be the one sending you off when you're old, and then have to go to the prison to bring you food when you're old."

"How could someone like you maliciously speculate about your own daughter? That kind of thing doesn't exist! Do I look like someone who would commit a crime?!"

Yumiko couldn't help but grit her teeth and retorted dissatisfiedly, "Besides, I'm obviously not bad either! I'm pretty and have a good figure. Couldn't it be that the president was attracted to my beauty and took the initiative to pursue me?"

"Just lie to your mother, but don't lie to yourself."

No one knows a daughter better than her mother. Mrs. Miura was very rude to put the lie to her. "It's okay for me to be fooled by you. I can just laugh it off. But I hope that after you say this, you will hide in bed alone at night and don't steal your little pearl. Your boyfriend is pursuing you? I'd rather believe that I am Oda Nobuna than you."

"How come you even understand this old joke..."

Yumiko was speechless. Her mother was clearly quite old, yet she still acted like a child sometimes. She really didn't know how her father had fallen for her in the first place...

"Hehe, Mom has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. As soon as I see my boyfriend's face, I know he must be a good boy~"

"Anyway, stop talking nonsense and tell me the truth. How are things going between you two?"

Mrs. Miura nudged her daughter's arm with her elbow, as if to get some gossip.

"How about what?"

Yumiko shook her head like a rattle, pretending to be dumbfounded. "I don't understand what you're saying!"

In any case, it was too embarrassing to discuss such things with her family, and she wasn't yet that honest.

"Still shy with your mom? Of course it's something a young couple should do!"

Seeing her daughter's face flushed redder than a monkey's bottom, she looked like a naive little girl who had never seen the world. Mrs. Sanpu was very disappointed. "Wasn't she very bold before? She even dared to kiss and hug her boyfriend while standing downstairs..."

Youmiko thought to herself, how can that be the same!

Facing your boyfriend and facing gossipy parents are two completely different concepts.

"Anyway, you don't have to worry about these things."

She held it in for a long time, still unwilling to give a direct answer, just wanting to quickly get over the topic:

"...The hamburger patty seems a little burnt. Is it time to flip it over?"

Such a clumsy way of changing the subject made Mrs. Miura roll her eyes and think to herself, how could I have such a disappointing daughter like you?

She acted like a sissy and didn't inherit the chivalrous demeanor of her youth at all.

Thinking back to when she had identified the child's father, she went right ahead without a word and blocked the then very young Mr. Miura in the classroom, refusing to let him leave unless he agreed.

What a useless daughter.

If your mother were thirty years younger, would you still be able to have such a good thing?

Judging from Yumiko's behavior...I guess their current contact is just hugging and cuddling, with a kiss at most.

Deeper communication probably does not exist.

...Forget it, it doesn't matter if my daughter is helpless, I still have her as her mother.

From the moment I saw my boyfriend, I knew he was such a handsome son-in-law. Even Jesus couldn't take him away from me! I said it!

Chapter 125 Comparing Hand Sizes

Dinner time.

"Bai Lijun's name... sounds more like someone from China next door. Is he an international student?"

"Do you plan to stay in Neon after graduation? Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't. We in the Miura family are very open-minded. As long as you two can live a good life, that's more important than anything else!"

"Speaking of which, have you ever thought about when to get married?"

Mrs. Miura's enthusiasm was beyond imagination, and the conditions she offered were extremely generous. Bai Li didn't have to worry about the dowry, the car and the house; he just had to move in with his luggage.

Yumiko felt helpless after hearing this, and couldn't help but tug at her sleeve and protested:

"Mom, what are you talking about...it's too early to talk about getting married!"

After all, they are still students. Even if they want to get married, they should at least wait until graduation, right?

Mrs. Miura turned her head and gave her daughter a displeased look.

Of course she knew it was too early to talk about marriage and her boyfriend might not agree.

But this is the case with many things. When you want to open a window, you may be refused, but if you want to tear off the roof, others will naturally agree to let you open the window.

Marriage is just a cover, her real purpose is to get engaged first.

After all, an engaged couple is still a couple!

With this status, many things will go smoothly. Even if there are other thieving cats competing in the future, they will never be able to surpass this silly daughter of hers.

Unfortunately, Yumiko didn't realize Mrs. Miura's painstaking efforts at all.

She stole a glance at the president next to her, a little worried that he would be frightened by her mother's enthusiasm, so she quickly shook her head like a rattle:

"Anyway...you don't have to worry about these things. I know my limits."

You have a hammer's measure!

Mrs. Miura was so disappointed with her daughter that she was almost mad at her nagging and silly daughter.

Will your mother harm you?

But seeing her daughter's resistance, she didn't continue to dwell on this topic. Instead, she looked at Bai Li with a kind and gentle smile:

"I'm sorry, Yumiko-chan's personality is just like that. Sometimes I can be a little awkward... I hope Baili-kun can bear with me for a while."

"Aunt, you are too kind."

Bai Li nodded slightly at her, paused, and then said, "Yumiko's personality... is actually very straightforward."

Mrs. Miura smiled without saying anything. Is she straightforward? You'd actually rather call her "bold," right?

But since her future son-in-law didn't dislike such a daughter, there was no need for her to be the bad guy, so she naturally changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered that I have some things to do with the child's father later, so I might not be able to come back tonight. Could you please, Baili-kun, stay and keep Youmiko company for a while?"

Mr. Miura, who had been eating quietly, finally couldn't sit still any longer: "Wait, why didn't I know there was something else that needed to be done overnight... Uh, hiss!"

He got stuck as he was speaking, and his face seemed to twist for a moment.

Under the table, Mrs. Miura smiled and withdrew her hand that was pinching his thigh, but on the surface she still said gently: