Quickly wear the little Mengpo, the sadistic script was made into soup by me

Chapter 7 The Tragic Death of the Bride in Red (7)

When Meng Qiaohe entered the room, he glanced around. Zhang Wanru's eyes were neither light nor light, and Liu Xinrong was sipping tea leisurely. The moment Wei Yuanlan saw her enter, the look of disgust on her face overflowed. noodle.

Meng Qiaohe took small steps and walked to the center in an orderly manner. Then, he knelt on the ground and bowed to Zhang Wanru who was stepping on, "Yue'er, grandma, grandma, please be well."

Zhang Wanru looked at the child kneeling on the ground, the backs of her hands were red from the cold, and the uppers of her shoes and the hem of her skirt were soaked in snow.

She stretched out her hand and waved, "Get up."

Meng Qiaohe slowly got up from the ground, still with his head down, looking cute and quiet.

Zhang Wanru: "I heard that you are here to give me a gift, what kind of gift is it?"

Meng Qiaohe nodded, then walked up to Zhang Wanru, stretched out her hands in front of her, and slowly opened them, a heart-shaped snow lay in her small palms.

Meng Qiaohe said childishly: "This, I, I gave it to grandma."

Zhang Wanru is afraid of the cold in winter, and because of her poor health, she basically stays at home in winter. Even if it is snowing heavily outside, she can only take a look through the window.

Looking at the heart shape and the crystal clear snow, Zhang Wanru's eyes lit up, and a smile flashed across her face.

After staying indoors for more than a month, my depressed mood seemed to get better.

When Wei Yunlan looked at that snow, she almost didn't laugh. She thought it was something good, but it turned out to be so cheap, but the West Wing Room really didn't have any good things.

She sneered coldly: "What do I think is a good thing? You came here to disturb your grandmother's rest just for a snow. You really are a girl who doesn't know how to measure."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and glanced at Shen Mingqing, "Mingqing, you can't bother your grandmother because of little things in the future. In this family, you have to know what the rules are."

Shen Mingqing smiled softly, "Well, Mingqing would like to follow mother's teaching."

At this time, Liu Xinrong smiled joyfully, "I think this snow is quite pretty, it looks like a heart shape."

Shen Minglan also nodded, "It's really beautiful, it's the first time I've seen snow in this shape."

Wei Yunlan gave Liu Xinrong and Shen Minglan a blank look, they were both new to the world, so what's so interesting about a snow.

Zhang Wanru looked at Meng Qiaohe's bright red hands and asked, "You pinched this?"

Meng Qiaohe nodded again and again, her voice soft and soft, "Yes."

Zhang Wanru smiled and nodded, and took the snow from her palm, "Go and bake your hands, they are so cold."

Meng Qiaohe smiled sweetly, then walked towards the brazier.

After being warmed by the fire, my body felt less cold. At this time, Zhang Wanru's voice came again, "How are you doing in the West Wing?"

Zhang Wanru never asked about Shen Mingyue's mother, every time she asked about it, she always talked about the West Wing Room.

Meng Qiaohe paused, turned her head and smiled, "Hui, Hui grandma, all, are pretty good, on weekdays, big, big lady..."

Meng Qiaohe paused at this point, and glanced at Wei Yuanlan, and Zhang Wanru followed her gaze to Wei Yuanlan.

Wei Yuanlan glanced at Meng Qiaohe, who had a smile of unknown meaning on his face, and was immediately taken aback.

snort!This stinky girl is really going to sue her in front of the old lady, she wants to see how she plans to sue her.

(End of this chapter)