"No prizes, no prizes, you are so good at talking!" Meng Xiaoya waved her hands, but her face could not hide her pride.
She told Zhang Moyan to lie down and look around: "Are your family members here? I want to meet them and thank them for raising such an outstanding daughter!"
Zhang Moyan half-leaned on the soft bed: "I didn't tell my family because I was afraid they would worry. The doctor checked me today and said it was fine, let alone that."
Meng Xiaoya was silent after hearing this, and then turned around angrily to Xiao Xingyu: "Look, how do people raise their children? They are afraid that they will not tell their parents if they are hospitalized! What about you? On the contrary, you are afraid all day long.
I’m not angry enough.”
Xiao Xingyu stood up with his legs straight, showing a speechless expression as if he had been innocently shot. He opened his mouth to say something, but restrained himself.
Zhang Moyan didn't expect that Meng Xiaoya would attack Xiao Xingyu. It was too late for her to curry favor with Xiao Xingyu now. If he was punished because of her, the interview would be even more ruined. p>
"Auntie, boys are different from girls. They have thicker lines."
Meng Xiaoya sighed and turned around: "Girls are more considerate. If I had a daughter like you, I would have fewer crow's feet. You don't know that he has been having troubles in the past few years, and I have trouble every day."
It was a very scary time."
"Really? Something happens all the time?" Zhang Moyan asked habitually, and only after he finished asking did he feel abrupt.
When Xiao Xingyu heard this sentence, he raised his eyes keenly and explored the ground to look at Zhang Moyan.
But this question seems to have touched Meng Xiaoya’s heart.
I guess as a career woman who always has to take care of things, she can't complain about her son in front of acquaintances or in front of strangers. Zhang Moyan's relationship that is both far and close is just right.
She suddenly opened up a chatterbox and said with her fingers: "Poisoning, car accident, fall, loss of contact, good life is just being away from home all day long. I asked him to help me manage the company, but he didn't listen! My wife and grandson were not affected either.
!I do things that are not doing my job all day long, and never report where I go when I go out, which makes me start thinking wildly as soon as I can’t see other people.”
Zhang Moyan guessed that when Meng Xiaoya said that she was not doing her job properly, she was referring to the Magic Rock Club.
Outdoor adventure and survival in the wild are really scary.
However, an internationally renowned outdoor club was not worth a penny in Ms. Meng's opinion. She couldn't help but sympathize with someone, who had a look of injustice on his face, howling with anger, as if a vicious beast was about to burst out of his body. p>
"Miss Zhang?" Ms. Meng Xiaoya's soft call sounded in my ears.
Zhang Moyan came to his senses hastily: "Oh, Auntie, I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Meng Xiaoya didn't answer. Her eyes quickly darted back and forth between Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu. Then she pointed at Xiao Xingyu and said, "Do you like to look at him?"
Zhang Moyan was greatly embarrassed, and then she realized that her eyes might have been looking at Xiao Xingyu.
"No..."
"Come here!"
It was too late. Ms. Meng had already issued an order to her biological son: "Let your savior take a good look at it. You can still see his face after it is of no use!"
Xiao Xingyu was stunned for a moment, wondering if his mother's nerves were wrong.
"What are you standing for!" Ms. Meng patted Zhang Moyan's mattress: "Sit here!"
"Auntie..." Zhang Moyan's heart trembled.
Xiao Xingyu was stunned for a long time, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then looked at Zhang Moyan unbearably: "Just think she is sick!"
Before his surprised mother could protest, he turned around and said: "I'm going to find Geng Jun."
"Looking for someone named Geng?!" Ms. Meng, whose hair was neatly tied up, immediately forgot about the lesson and stood up to chase after her: "Stop! Are you looking for him? Aren't you afraid that your father will dip you into a pig cage? Ouch!"
A lady wearing high heels has a sprained foot.
"Auntie, be careful!" Zhang Moyan reached out to hold Meng Xiaoya up, and Meng Xiaoya staggered and fell back into the chair.
The door of the automatic door closing device closed with a ruthless "click", and Ms. Meng gasped and rubbed her feet.
"Soak in a pig cage?" Zhang Moyan repeated in a low voice. This word in the old society is really rare now. She couldn't help but think about what needs to be soaked in a pig cage?
The rich woman waved her hand, showing her helplessness in worrying about her mother: "You son of a bitch, I really can't control you!"
Zhang Mo tasted the cigarette, and then comforted her clearly: "Let nature take its course, as long as he is happy!"
Meng Xiaoya recovered from the cramp in her feet and smoothed her knee-length skirt: "I made you laugh." She didn't want to mention it anymore, so she changed the subject and asked Zhang Moyan: "How is this hospital? If you are not satisfied
I will arrange for you to find another hotel immediately."
Zhang Moyan knew that she would definitely keep her word, so she quickly stopped her: "No, no, it's very good here!" Seeing that Meng Xiaoya didn't believe it, she added: "The doctors and nurses are very responsible, the food is good, and the bed is soft.
There was piano music played during lunch break just now!"
"Really? What piano music?" Meng Xiaoya asked with interest.
Zhang Moyan was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect her to ask this. Fortunately, she was familiar with the piece and recalled it carefully. She said, "It's Mozart's Double Piano Concerto in D major."
According to scientific research, the melody of this song has an amazing effect on improving brain power. She listened to it for a whole year during the college entrance examination.
Meng Xiaoya's eyes lit up: "Mozart, my favorite composer, this hospital has some taste!"
Zhang Moyan was not very skillful in socializing: "Mozart is pretty good."
Meng Xiaoya nodded: "Xingyu also likes Mozart the most."
Oh, hmm?
Xiao Xingyu likes Mozart, and then this hospital lets Mozart go... Is she too sensitive?
Zhang Moyan dismissed his thoughts and suddenly thought of something: "Auntie, the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra will have a Mozart piano concert at the Music Center next Friday. Do you know?"
"Really?" Meng Xiaoya was surprised: "I don't know about this. I'm busy with business every day. How could I know about these performances! Wait, I quickly asked my secretary to buy me two tickets. I have to schedule it next Friday.
!"
Zhang Moyan felt happy when she saw Meng Xiaoya's interest, and she approached in an unfamiliar tone: "A teacher I know said before that he would give me some tickets. If you are interested, I will find them for you."
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"Why is this so embarrassing? We came to visit to thank you, why do we ask you to give us things?"
Zhang Moyan is not very good at socializing with people. At work, she is mainly responsible for coding and taking pictures. Things to do with people are usually left to her partners. Recently, of course, they have been left to Jin Xueyang. Now that Jin Xueyang is not present, she can only clumsily
Imitate him.
"You're welcome, I was given it by someone else anyway. Auntie, if you want to see any performances in the future, you can tell me and I can help you find tickets. Well... because we have a good relationship with teachers in the cultural circle, we can usually
Found."
After saying this, she felt that the logic didn't make sense. How could a rich woman ask her for a ticket just to save a fortune?
However, Meng Xiaoya was very considerate: "Really, I didn't expect that if you come today, a ticketing channel will be expanded! Will this be a lot of trouble for you?"
Zhang Moyan: "No trouble, I know the teacher very well, and the tickets she gave are usually pretty good."
Meng Xiaoya was even more happy: "That's great. Auntie won't be polite to you anymore. We want two tickets. Auntie will treat you to dinner later!"
"No, no, no." Zhang Moyan felt suppressed by the social expert, and used her mobile phone to look up the teacher who said she had given her tickets, "Are two tickets enough? Do you want three tickets? Maybe uncle wants to go together?" p>
The air suddenly became silent, and Meng Xiaoya did not answer.
Zhang Moyan instantly realized that this was a question he shouldn't ask.
Sure enough, Meng Xiaoya cleared her throat and said hurriedly: "His father and I broke up."
"I'm sorry." Zhang Moyan felt a sudden pain where his head was hit.
Finally, I turned to the teacher who told her to give her a ticket, and after reading the previous conversation, Zhang Moyan was completely numb.
"Aunt..."
"Huh?"
Zhang Moyan raised her head stiffly, almost speechless: "Sorry, I made a mistake. Next Friday is not Mozart, but Chopin..."
Could it be any more embarrassing? She felt like a layer of skin was peeling off her face.
Meng Xiaoya was also stunned, and the two looked at each other.
"Chopin, my second favorite is Chopin! If you want it, Chopin is also rare. Let's go and listen to it."
Xiao Xingyu’s mother is really a decent person.
Zhang Moyan's scalp was numb and he said "Hello", sincerely hoping that no one would remember this scene afterwards, and sincerely regretting his sudden social impulse.
Zhang Moyan originally wanted to do favors to others so as to make them "eat people short-tongued and soft-handed" but was too embarrassed to refuse the interview.
It's better now, it's not embarrassing at all. People are so enthusiastic about it now to save her from embarrassment, and they won't go even if they have 80% of the Chopin tickets.
Alas, let’s leave this public relations matter to Jin Xueyang from now on!
Meng Xiaoya looked at the honest and cute Zhang Moyan, pursed her lips and smiled, pointing to her mobile phone: "Write down my phone number. If you get the ticket, contact me directly!"
"Oh, good." Zhang Moyan said with emotion that Ms. Meng was such a good person that she actually acted like she really wanted votes.
After Meng Xiaoya reported her 11-digit mobile phone number, she held her phone and winked at Zhang Moyan: "Call me, I'll save your number too!"
The sweet and beautiful face is full of energy, showing a coquettish expression. This kind of expression often belongs to young girls. Women over 50 years old will never be able to hold it. It will only make people feel sick if they do it. But Ms. Meng’s appearance is too good.
It’s so high! It looks so young! It doesn’t even seem to be inappropriate at all.
Zhang Moyan was stunned and naturally responded: "Okay."
***The author has something to say***
Good morning!
There are still readers who vote for my old books every day, but they haven’t found out that I have published a new book so far... You said they all open "Yi Fei" every day, why don't they click on my lovely author's name to take a look? Take a look.
Wouldn’t it be possible to get to know Mr. Xiao, who is so handsome that he can split the world, and then have a new husband?
Unfortunately, they only voted and didn’t leave any comments, so I couldn’t even tell them in my reply.
Okay, sigh, let me see when they find out that I have opened a new book.
I'm like a woman waiting for her old lover to come back~