After leaving Fanxing, Zhang Mingli drove to the eighth-floor cafe in the shopping mall.
Zhuo Jian was drinking coffee with Chengcheng in her arms. Sitting opposite her was Ouyang Ping. She had met her several times and Zhang Mingliang took note of her.
When Ouyang Ping saw Zhang Mingliang, she greeted her politely: "Hi, Doctor Zhang."
"I'm not worthy of the word doctor, just call me Mingming."
Zhang Mingliang said hello and sat down, turned to look at the baby in Zhuo Jian's arms, and couldn't help but reach out to hug him.
Chengcheng looked at Zhang Mingliang for a few seconds, then turned around and got into Zhuo Jian's arms, hugging Zhuo Jian's neck tightly.
Zhang Mingliang touched his soft back sadly: "Wow, our young master doesn't like Auntie Mingli."
"Now is the time when he doesn't like to be held by others."
Zhuo Jian hugged Chengcheng's little face and kissed her gently, and said to her.
"Yes, don't just follow your and your husband's tempers and not like to be close to others."
Ouyang Ping joked.
Zhuo Jian said: "There's nothing wrong with that."
You don’t have to get along with everyone, it’s good to have a few close friends.
Just like she is now, even though they all know that she has a weird temper, neither Zhang Mingliang nor Ouyang Ping dislike her, that's enough.
Zhang Mingliang's eyes seemed to be growing on Chengcheng's face. She thought this child was really cute. His facial features were particularly beautiful and his eyebrows were very wide. At first glance, he seemed to be a good and thoughtful child.
Well, looking at Chengcheng's appearance, her heart felt soft, as if she had been hit by something.
Zhang Mingliang also ordered a glass of iced Americano, and the waiter brought it to her. She poured it out and before drinking it, she accidentally saw juice in Ouyang Ping's cup and asked curiously: "Miss Ouyang doesn't like coffee?"
"I, hey, I'm trying to get pregnant."
Ouyang Ping, who has always been shrewd, also has moments of shyness.
Zhang Mingliang was about to drink coffee, but when she heard the word "pregnancy preparation", she slowly put down her cup.
If she remembered correctly that night, neither of them took any measures.
But when she thought of Su's mother's words and what happened that night, she was actually not suitable for pregnancy. Zhang Mingliang held the coffee cup and sipped it silently.
Zhuo Jian and Ouyang Ping noticed that she looked a little disappointed.
"Hey, who is this?"
Suddenly a familiar voice came from not far away.
Wang Rui, Yuan Man and Chang Xia were standing at a distance, drinking drinks and looking at them. When they heard the sound, they followed suit.
Wang Rui said: "Miss Zhang's mother."
Yuan Man and Chang Xia stared at the person who walked in front of their young lady, then immediately put down the drinks in their hands and walked over to the bar at the back.
Wang Rui continued to stay where he was.
Liu Sen was injured, and now Bei Wei has a bodyguard by his side, but he looks much worse than Liu Sen.
However, Bevi has a wild aura wherever she goes.
Zhang Mingliang turned around and saw her: "What are you thinking about?"
"Come here for a cup of coffee when you're tired from shopping. Just come over and say hello when you meet someone. Does Mrs. Fu think there's anything wrong with this?"
Beiwei ignored her and asked Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian glanced at Zhang Mingliang and said lightly: "You can pretend not to see some people if you meet them."
"It turns out that Mrs. Fu is such a self-deceiving type, but I, Beiwei, can't pretend not to have seen her. My good daughter, why don't we have a chat alone?"
Bei Wei looked at Yuan Man and Chang Xia approaching, her eyes moved, she lowered her head and spoke to Zhang Mingliang.
Zhang Mingliang was so angry that she got up and left.
Zhuo Jian watched Bei Wei lead her away, followed by bodyguards, thought for a moment, and winked at Wang Rui.
Wang Rui turned around and followed him with his American style.
Ouyang Ping looked at Bei Wei's battle and couldn't help but said: "This woman is quite arrogant, Zhang Mingliang's biological mother?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed.
"This is really a debt."
Ouyang Ping's keen eyes looked at where Wang Rui was standing and commented.