Zheng Peipei walked into the door without squinting, and then followed the waiter to find a seat by the window. Mu Wanqing's heart was like drums, and she was standing at the door looking at Zheng Peipei's slimmer back, feeling a little dazed.
Understand Zheng Peipei’s intention of suddenly looking for her...
In the memory of Zheng Peipei, although she is not plump, she is round and moderate, with a dignified and skillful temperament all over her body.
Very eye-catching.
Mu Wanqing sat down opposite her, ordered two cups of Blue Mountain coffee, and then hesitated on how to speak.
Zheng Peipei, however, was drinking coffee and admiring the sunset scenery outside the window, without any intention of speaking.
Mu Wanqing was extremely worried.
The less she speaks, the more serious the situation is.
While both of them were drinking coffee in silence, Mu Wanqing's cell phone suddenly rang.
She took out her cell phone from her bag and looked at it: Yang Mufan's number.
After hesitating for a moment, she originally wanted to get up and go outside to answer the call.
But Zheng Peipei said: "No, just pick it up here."
Mu Wanqing nodded and pressed the connect button.
As for Mu Wanqing's refusal to answer the phone, Yang Mufan was extremely unhappy, so much so that his tone was cold and a bit harsh: "Where are you?!"
Mu Wanqing frowned, and then carefully explained: "I haven't gone back yet. I'm drinking coffee with Aunt Zheng. I'll go back later to make soup for An An."
"..." Yang Mufan on the other end of the phone couldn't help but frown deeply and tightly when he heard the words 'Aunt Zheng'. Zheng Peipei?! Wei Zhehan's mother?! She came to Mu Wanqing
do what……
After hanging up the phone, Mu Wanqing smiled apologetically: "Aunt Zheng, I'm sorry."
Zheng Peipei took an elegant sip of coffee, and after putting down the cup, she said quietly: "I heard from Zhehan that you are now a mother, congratulations."
"Thank you." Mu Wanqing held the cup carefully and said, "His name is Yang Mu'an. He just had an operation recently. When he gets better, I will bring him to see you."
In my memory, Zheng Peipei is like a mother.
At that time, she often went to Wei's house to play, so Zheng Peipei specially designed a bedroom in the house as a princess room for her to rest. The wardrobe in the room was filled with all kinds of beautiful dresses.
Now that she has given birth to a child, she should bring it to Zheng Peipei to see.
Unexpectedly, after listening to her words, Zheng Peipei refused almost without thinking: "No. I will fly to Europe tomorrow, I'm afraid I don't have time."
"..." The conversation once again reached a dead end.
Mu Wanqing knows that Zheng Peipei no longer likes her very much, and must hate her to the core. If it weren't for her, the Wei family would not be in such a state. At the same time, Wei Zhehan would not be like this.
: I am already over thirty years old, but I have no plans to start a family or start a business.
Let alone a single descendant of the Wei family, even a mother from an ordinary family cannot tolerate her son being harmed like this by a woman.
"I'm really sorry for bothering Miss Mu, so I'll keep it short, not beat around the bush, just focus on the key points. If there's anything wrong with my words, I'd like to ask Miss Mu to explain it." Zheng Peipei was polite and transparent in every word she said.
With alienation.
After hearing this, Mu Wanqing waved her hands in horror: "Don't bother me. Aunt Zheng, please don't say that, I can't bear it..."