"Dad, did my mom tell you anything these past two days?"
In the hotel where the program crew of "My Girlfriend" stayed, Zhang Zhiqin, who had just finished filming for a day, just returned to the room and eagerly dialed the phone of her father Zhang Song.
"Your mother? No, I heard from your uncle that you have been doing a good job recently, and you deserve to be my son. Work hard."
Zhang Song was very happy to receive his son's call and said with a smile.
"Dad, is my mom at home?"
Zhang Zhiqin asked in a low voice without responding to her father's praise.
"No, your mother went out for dinner with friends."
Zhang Song asked strangely: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Zhiqin breathed a sigh of relief and said to his father seriously: "Dad, my mom may want to divorce you."
Zhang Song was taken aback for a moment, and then he cursed: "What are you kiddos talking about?! Inexplicable!"
Zhang Zhiqin patiently explained: "Dad, that's the case. I talked to a girlfriend. Mom didn't agree. She said that if I don't break up, she will divorce you."
"what?!"
Zhang Song almost jumped up.
"You are in love, your mother is going to divorce me?"
"Yes, Dad, for your son's happiness, you just sacrifice it." Zhang Zhiqin said.
"Wait a minute, what is going on? You can tell me clearly!" Zhang Song asked with a dazed expression.
Zhang Zhiqin then repeated the operation of the previous night, and sent Mo Yan's photo to her father, and by the way blew a wave of how Sister Mo knows the book and is smart and capable.
"Hua, son, you can do it, I found such a beautiful girlfriend!"
Zhang Song was immediately conquered by Mo Yan's appearance and temperament.
"Dad, don't you think she is older than me?"
Zhang Zhiqin asked.
"What are you afraid of when you are older? If it weren't for your age, this kind of condition would be yours?"
Zhang Song said directly.
"Dad, you... are right."
Zhang Zhiqin wanted to refute, but thinking about Sister Mo's appearance, figure, temperament and ability, and then looking at herself, she suddenly fainted.
Zhang Song went on to say: "Older women have careers, financial conditions, know how to care for people, and know that they are better than the kind of delicate little girls, son, this time Dad will support you!"
Zhang Zhiqin was overjoyed: "Dad, are you willing to divorce my mother?"
"..." Zhang Song almost did not come up in a breath, he said helplessly:
"Have you forgotten who your mother listens to most?"
Zhang Zhiqin was taken aback, and immediately patted his head: "Yes, aunt!"
"Dad, I'll go to my aunt!"
Before Zhang Song could speak, the man hung up, hurriedly found the number of his aunt Zhou Xiuyu, and dialed it immediately.
"Zhiqin, you and Yanyan really have a good heart, I happen to be chatting with Yanyan on WeChat."
Zhou Xiuyu answered almost in seconds, apparently using a mobile phone.
"Sister Mo is chatting with you?"
Zhang Zhiqin was stunned.
"You kid, don't always call others eldest sister and eldest sister. Women are very sensitive. You will make her think that you are despising that she is older than you."
Zhou Xiuyu dissatisfiedly educated this naive nephew.
"Hey, aunt, Mo Da...what is Mo Yan talking to you?"
Zhang Zhiqin scratched his head and asked with a smile.
Zhou Xiuyu paused and asked in a serious tone: "Are you two planning to have children?"
Zhang Zhiqin said in surprise, "Does Mo Yan even tell you this?"
"Don't give me a hippie smile!"
Zhou Xiuyu's tone became severe:
"A woman willing to give birth to a man means that she has regarded this man as her lifelong support!
What's more, you two haven't even got married now, which shows how much Yanyan loves you!
Last time you two came to the house, I saw that Yanyan has always been very inferior because of her age.
She always tries her best to please you. I feel too humble when I look at it. Now people are willing to have children for you.
Zhang Zhiqin, you are a man, you can't live without a little responsibility!"
"No, aunt, I am the humble person, right..."
Zhang Zhiqin was speechless, and the performance by Sister Mo at his aunt's last time directly made him a scumbag in his aunt's heart.
"Stop talking nonsense, just talk about it, what are you going to do?"
Zhou Xiuyu interrupted Zhang Zhiqin.
"Auntie, I plan to take her home during the Spring Festival and propose to her!"
Zhang Zhiqin's tone was serious.
"That's right!"
Zhou Xiuyu nodded in relief.
"But, my mother disagrees."
Zhang Zhiqin told her mother Guo Shuxian did not agree with him and Mo Yan.
"Don't worry about this, I will go to Shuxian tomorrow."
Sure enough, Zhou Xiuyu took the matter without hesitation.
"Well, aunt, if you can't even convince my mother, then I can only persuade my dad to agree to divorce her."
Zhang Zhiqin said seriously.
"What nonsense?! Silly boy, take care of Yanyan, your mother will do it!"
Zhou Xiuyu was speechless after hanging up the phone.
Why is this nephew so naive?
Alas, it really feels comfortable to chat with Yanyan.
Zhou Xiuyu picked up the phone and happily continued to chat with Mo Yan.
...
At this time, in a slightly narrow rental house in Kyoto, a handsome boy who was also a little naive was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the delicate blush on the sheets.
He picked up the phone and dialed the bright red master.
The bell rang for a long time, and the call was finally connected.
"Sister Fenfang, are you, you, are you okay?"
Xiao Ye eagerly turned into the microphone, but hesitated for a long time, and finally only vomited an inexplicable question.
"What can I do?"
Fangfang on the other end of the phone asked strangely.
"Do you...do it hurt?"
Xiao Ye Junxiu's face flushed red, and he asked in a low voice.
"That's not the blood, it's the blood from my finger cut, Xiao Ye, I was joking with you, don't take it seriously."
Fangfang understood what Xiao Ye was asking, her cheeks were slightly red, and she quickly explained.
"Sister Fenfang, why don't you send me a position, I'll buy you something to eat, I heard that the girl...I will make up for it after the first time."
However, Xiao Ye didn't believe it at all, thinking Fangfang was comforting him.
At this time, in the staff dormitory of Tianhai Company, Fangfang lay on the sofa without any image, and sighed in distress when he saw the text sent by Xiao Ye.
Why are you not clear?
I had known that I would not engage in that prank.
Although Fangfang coveted the beauty of the little milk dog, she didn't want to tie him in this way.
Using finger blood instead of "one blood" this morning was just a little irritable and wanted to spoof the little milk dog.
Unexpectedly, this guy actually took it seriously.
If Fangfang had been very happy a few days ago, she would take the opportunity to take down the little milk dog in one fell swoop.
But now she had used Xiao Ye to tell Mo Yan the "intelligence" that had been drawn from his mouth.
The relationship between two people is no longer pure.
Under such circumstances, it is really difficult for Fangfang to let this cheating herself continue to play with the pure little milk dog.
Well, I can't continue!
Fangfang thought this in her heart, but her finger uncontrollably sent her address to Xiao Ye on WeChat.