Meeting You Is My Simple Happiness

Chapter 689 meets a half-predecessor (2)

Ye Mu and Peipei were clinging together and grinning and talking, Peipei sat in Ye Mu's arms, and Ye Mu asked Peipei curiously: "Is there anything else you remember besides this?"

"Yes, I remember all the lines Mommy said." Peipei leaned in Ye Mu's arms, playing with Ye Mu's hair with two small hands.

Ye Mu straightened Peipei's body and made him sit up straight: "Do you just remember Mommy's lines?"

"Yeah." Peipei followed the adults watching TV, and his attention must be on Ye Mu.

Ye Mu finds it strange, his memory is still selective?

"Then do you remember those lines?" Ye Mu asked again.

When Peipei talked about what he was interested in, the smile on his white and tender face was very cute. As he said, he also imitated the voice of the characters in the play. Ye Mu looked at his son's changing expressions, feeling surprised and cute. The surprise is that Peipei is so small, but he can memorize all the lines very well. The cuteness is of course because of Peipei's performance. When Peipei's performance is put on a very serious performance, there will be a sense of cuteness that children imitate adults.

Where can Ye Mu and Peipei still have a game? The two people laughed together outside the football field.

"What are you laughing at? So happy?" Mo Shen walked over and twisted a bottle of water.

Ye Mu shook his head, but there was still a smile on his face: "No."

Mo Shen looked at Ye Mu suspiciously, raising his eyebrows and half suggesting: "You smile so happy, Fengfeng always thought you were laughing at him."

"Ah?" Ye Mu was shocked and looked at Fengfeng.

Fengfeng stood in the middle of the stadium frustrated, kicking all the footballs in the stadium one by one.

Ye Mu believed Mo Shen's words, and really thought it was his own cause. When Mo Shen played with Fengfeng again, Ye Mu knew that it was not because of Mo Shen that Fengfeng was so frustrated.

No matter how he plays, Fengfeng can easily and smoothly intercept. Fengfeng took the initiative to ask Ying to stop, but the result was the same. His small body could not stop him, Mo Shen always had a way to avoid him and let the ball in without bias.

It was getting late, and Fengfeng made himself sweat. He still didn't score a goal. He wiped his little cheek and wanted to continue, but Mo Shen stopped.

"It's time to go back for dinner. Don't delay dinner just for fun." Mo Shen stretched out his hand to Fengfeng.

Mo Shen stopped playing. Feng Fen looked like a deflated ball, holding Mo Shen's big hand, and the whole figure was like a deflated ball nestled on Mo Shen's palm: "Daddy, you will accompany me in the future. Do you play football?"

He is not good, and Daddy won so easily. He was really afraid that Daddy would not be worthy of him to play in the future.

"Of course I will accompany you." Mo Shen bent over and wiped the sweat of Fengfeng with a paper towel carefully: "This is very physically demanding, and you can't play it every day, once every three days."

Fengfeng nodded heavily, two little soft legs that were a little tired, and running flexibly at the moment, rushed to Ye Mu and announced: "Mummy, Dad said to play with me once in the next three days."

"That's great." Ye Mu picked up Peipei and stretched out his other hand: "Do you want Mommy to hold you, or... do you want Daddy to hug you?"

"I'll go by myself." Fengfeng trot with the football, very independent.

Ye Mu hurriedly followed, Fengfeng was sweating, he must take a bath immediately when he got home, or he might catch a cold if he waited for the sweat to cool down.

In the lively football field in the evening, there are only a few lonely spare **** left at this moment. The family had already entered the living room. It was during dinner time that Fengfeng had consumed a lot of energy and had more food for dinner than usual.

Song Zhuochen also had dinner, and Ye Qiwen went downstairs to get dinner. She specially invited an aunt to do it, and then send it over. But the aunt often couldn't tell the floor, and usually went downstairs to call Ye Qiwen, and Ye Qiwen went down to get it.

After taking the dinner, Ye Mu opened the box and took a look. Today’s dinner was very rich. Song Zhuochen said a few days ago that he really wanted to eat seafood, but because he did not eat seafood, she never made it. However, she asked the doctor today, and the doctor said that it’s OK to eat a little bit properly. .

During dinner, she specifically called her aunt to let her make a steamed sea prawn suitable for Song Zhuochen. Ye Qiwen just opened the box a little, and the scent had already diffused out, which still smelled very good.

The scent of the food made Ye Qiwen smile a little on her lips, and she returned to the floor where Song Zhuochen was with the insulation box.

"Penny!"

Ye Qiwen had just got out of the elevator, and a voice behind her called her.

"Are you?" Ye Qiwen turned around and saw a woman she didn't know.

The woman is tall, with a beautiful frame and a clothes hanger. With this height and posture, she looks good on everything. Although a woman is thin, her figure and face are considered to be superior. If you look carefully, you can still feel that she may be a model.

The word "You are" is a kind of injury to this woman. She is at least small and famous. In her eyes, Ye Qiwen's ignorance is like deliberate, more provocative.

"I'm Zhu Hui, a model." The woman introduced her career as soon as she spoke.

Ye Qiwen nodded, but still didn't understand, what is this Zhu Hui asking for herself?

"What's the matter with you?" Ye Qiwen asked with a very good attitude.

Zhu Hui didn't rush to speak, but glanced at the thermos box in Ye Qiwen's hand, then raised the thing in her hand: "Are you here to deliver food to Song Zhuochen? Coincidentally, so did I."

Ye Qiwen's face was obviously stiff, and she looked a little embarrassed. Zhu Hui looked at her expression as if she had taken up a highly sought-after job and caused others to lose their jobs.

"You don't have to pretend that you don't know me, you can't have heard my name from Song Zhuochen's mouth." Although Zhu Hui spoke slowly, every word at the time was full of confidence in herself.

Ye Qiwen's face wasn't so bad that she looked ugly, she was just curious, what is the relationship between this woman and Song Zhuochen.

"Everyone is the same. It's not good for you to look at me with such a strange look. Be strict and truthful. You are only a predecessor, and I am half the incumbent anyway." Zhu Hui folded his arms and was not afraid to move. A lot of the insulation box fell out.

"Oh, what's the matter between you and him?" Ye Qiwen looked at Zhu Hui and asked this slightly weird question.

Zhu Hui glanced up and down at Ye Qiwen: "You should be the worst of all his current posts. The girlfriend he has made is not a model, so the figure and face are called models. Your face is not delicate enough, and the figure is not qualified. , Presumably, even if you give him another year's meal, he will not get back with you."

"Isn't it about you?" Ye Qiwen didn't take the other party's blow to heart at all.

Zhu Hui mentioned herself somewhat proudly: "I am Song Zhuochen's previous girlfriends. I have been with him for the longest time. More precisely, we have lived together for the longest time."

(End of this chapter)