Mengmeng feels very puzzled until now!
When the chairman's wife heard Long Yutian's interjection, she was slightly stunned for two seconds, then looked at Long Yutian's gaze in the rearview mirror, and rolled her eyes.
There was a hint of favoritism and blame in the tone: "It seems that you have bullied Mengmeng a lot these days when I was away~ Long Yutian, my mother, let me warn you, Mengmeng is only twenty-two years old and is still growing. You have to take good care of her and gain some weight, otherwise the next generation will be delayed, and I will never end with you!"
Uh-next generation? The grasshopper seemed to be jumping, which made Feng Mengmeng a little stupid, and he didn't react for a while.
When she came back to her senses, she covered her mouth and looked at Madam Long with a very sad look for a while.
Could it be - this old lady has already extended the period of her contract work to the next generation of the Long family? !
Not only to serve her son, but also to take care of her grandson
Feng Mengmeng instantly felt that his future was dark!
As for Long Yutian, when he heard these words, his hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.
In my heart, I couldn't help but feel faint expectations because of the words of Dragon Mother.
"Ahem—Dad, Mom, it's past eleven o'clock now, what would you like to have for lunch?" Long Yutian coughed twice, and cleverly changed the subject.
He couldn't understand his mother's personality anymore. If she continued to talk, maybe even the timing of pregnancy and prenatal training could be instilled in Feng Mengmeng!
Sure enough, Mother Long's attention was successfully diverted by her son.
Just now, she was only focused on exchanging feelings with Mengmeng, and she didn't feel hungry. Now after Long Yutian reminded her, she remembered that she hadn't eaten for a long time.
"Your dad and I haven't been back to Shanghai for a long time, and we don't know where the food suits our appetite." After a pause, Mother Long turned to look at Feng Mengmeng: "Mengmeng, what do you want to eat?"
"Ah?" Feng Mengmeng didn't expect the chairman's wife to consult her opinion, she was a little flattered: "That—whatever—I'm not picky eaters!"
Long Yutian made a false alarm, for fear that Feng Mengmeng would say cheerfully: Boss, let's go eat Pizza Hut!
But having said that, if Feng Mengmeng wasn't shy, she would definitely worship the boss's mind reading skills, it's really brilliant!
While driving, Long Yutian picked out a few of the most distinctive themed restaurants in Shanghai for them to choose from.
"Buffet seafood?"
"Don't eat!" Feng Mengmeng shook his head and paw, and added: "I'm allergic these days."
"Then what do you want to eat?" Long Yutian asked patiently.
"Whatever—" Mengmeng replied.
"How about western food?"
"I do not want to eat-"
"Then go eat Thai food?"
"I don't like curry taste!"
"Feng Mengmeng!" Long Yutian took a deep breath, and let out a low growl through the rearview mirror.
As a result, Mengmeng didn't feel that he was being pretentious at all. Instead, he raised his head ignorantly, blinked innocently, and replied, "What's wrong—?"
Looking at this cute look, Long Yutian forgot to get angry in an instant, suppressed his chest tightness, and asked in a good tone: "What do you want to eat?"
Feng Mengmeng frowned, narrowed his eyes, and was a little impatient: "I say whatever I want!"
Then—Long Yutian was completely speechless, turned around and glanced at the woman in the back seat with puffy cheeks, snorted, turned his head, and fell silent.