His eyes turned cold and he said, "Why not have dinner yet! Miss Meng, the dishes you cook are too unpalatable, and you will be deducted for half a month's salary."
Half a month’s salary...will that be five million?!
Meng Xinran's eyes suddenly magnified, looking at the frighteningly cold face, almost twisting the chopsticks in her hand. The next moment, she angrily took two mouthfuls of rice, and her nervous heart finally returned to her position.
This is like him!
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In the early morning, a few rays of sunshine poured in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and spread on two snow-white thighs. The curves are exquisite and beautiful, and they are fascinating.
Meng Xinran frowned her beautiful eyebrows, raised her hand to block the dazzling light, and struggled to sit up. When she saw the time, it was already seven o'clock.
"Mo Mo, get up." He picked up the little guy from the quilt with one hand and rushed into the bathroom. After a while of washing, he left the door. When he arrived at the bus stop, he was already crowded.
She stamped her feet and looked at the little guy sadly
"Mommy, wouldn't it be better if you ask uncle to buy you a car?" The little guy clenched his ears and spoke lazily, ignoring the curious and greedy gaze that came around, and his cold eyebrows were towering high there.
The green eyes swept coldly
Meng Xinran knocked his little head, what was Mo Mo thinking, and it seemed as if she was Ling Ye’s mistress!
The little guy secretly glanced at Meng Xinran, whose face was unnatural, lowered his head and kicked the stone under his feet, and a cunning flashed through his eyes.
He remembered his mother's eyes that were red and swollen from crying last night, and his thick eyebrows frowned slightly. He vaguely felt that there was something ulterior motive between his uncle and mommy, and his and uncle's eyes were dark green.
Is there any connection?
Could it be...
"The car is coming." Meng Xinran's gentle voice sounded above her head. The answer that was almost broken out of the ground disappeared in an instant. The little guy dragged his heavy schoolbag into the crowded bus.
Meng Xinran turned her head and looked at the rows of neat posters flashing rapidly outside the window. A hint of undetectable shock flashed through her eyes, and she held Xiao Mo's hand tightly.
"Have you heard that? The makeup master flew from Italy to serve as a judge. In addition to the generous prize money, the first prize winner will also be hired by Suer for a high salary and become the chief makeup artist of its stars..."
In the crowd, the top soprano came, like a thunderclap, which caused a thousand waves for a moment. The car became obviously restless, accompanied by the sucking and talking.
"Is that?" Another voice was faint, and I couldn't hear the emotion.
Meng Xinran looked around and saw a short-haired girl about 18 years old, supporting her with one hand on the iron rod of the bus. She was wearing a pretty casual short suit wrapped around her youthful body, and her feet were colorful.
The face of the porcelain doll is as smooth as cream. At this moment, she was squinting her eyes and looking at the view outside the window. She felt someone's gaze. The light of the light swept over faintly
Meng Xinran nodded at her, withdrew her gaze, and kept talking in her heart
How could she be stunned by a girl?
Shaking his head, hugging his son's straight body
The admission procedures were smooth and the journey was unobstructed. Mo Mo was led into the classroom by the principal.