Meng Li turned his head and looked at Yue Xiaowei.
He was wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. He was already a little over 1.7 meters tall. He was only in the second grade of junior high school.
She also has the most trendy slanted bangs on her head.
The facial features are actually quite straight, a bit like the appearance of the client's ex-husband.
But at this moment, he looked sideways at Meng Li, who was half a head shorter than him.
There are a few pimples on his face, but he doesn't have the vigor and vigor of an ordinary young man, and he deliberately gives off a ruffian feeling.
It seems that he is still pretending to be mature.
It was a bit inconsistent and disturbed the temperament of his body.
Meng Li looked at Yue Xiaowei's clothes again and remembered that Yue Xiaowei wore a school uniform.
And the school also requires the wearing of school uniforms.
Yue Xiaowei probably became more arrogant in school and ignored the school's rules and regulations to show off his uniqueness.
In my memory, the teacher couldn't bear it and called the client to go to school. However, at that time, Yue Xiaowei was no longer within the client's control.
Yue Xiaowei was dissatisfied with Meng Li's appraising gaze, thinking that Meng Li was going to talk about his clothes, so he decided to take a preemptive strike:
"What are you looking at? Didn't you ask me to bring you soup?"
Meng Li nodded, said nothing else, and looked at Tang:
"Bring it over, and bring the food over as well."
Yue Xiaowei glanced at Meng Li suspiciously, feeling that his mother was being very quiet today.
My brother said that to deal with my parents, all I have to do is be more ruthless than them.
Their current parents have been convinced by their management and dare not ask what they are doing.
Could it be that the confrontation with my mother during this period has had an effect and successfully made her shut up
He silently brought the soup to the table, then came in and brought the dishes. Meng Li went out with two bowls of rice.
Sitting across the dining table, opposite Yue Xiaowei.
She ate in silence without saying a word, and Yue Xiaowei was happy and peaceful.
However, after dinner, Meng Li asked Yue Xiaowei to wash the dishes.
Yue Xiaowei was unwilling, so Meng Li said:
"Didn't the teacher teach you to go home and help your parents with the housework?"
"No."
Yue Xiaowei put down his chopsticks, then picked them up again and took a bite of food.
Meng Li said:
"Then can you learn from your father? In the past, your father understood my hard work of cooking and would take the initiative to wash the dishes."
Yue Xiaowei retorted:
"What's the use? You just looked down on him and dumped him."
Meng Li glanced at Yue Xiaowei and said lightly:
"I didn't look down on him."
Yue Xiaowei seemed to have heard the big joke, and he exaggeratedly dug his ears with his little finger:
"What?"
"I said I didn't look down on him."
"Oh, you don't admit it now. You had all the dislikes you had before, now you know what he's doing."
Meng Li sighed, looked at Yue Xiaowei, and said sincerely:
"Son, parents' feelings are very complicated, and marriage is also an extremely complicated matter."
"Your father and I didn't end up together. It was due to various factors. It was no longer suitable and it was painful to be together. It is only natural for us to make such a choice."
"Your father naturally has advantages and disadvantages, and so do I. It's just that we just can't stand each other's shortcomings, so it's not suitable."
"But even if we get divorced, dad will still be dad and mom will still be mom. Your relationship with us will not change just because we get divorced."
"You will always be our child. I said something out of anger before, so I hope you won't mind."
Meng Li told Yue Xiaowei calmly.
A strange look appeared on Yue Xiaowei's face. In his memory, his mother had never spoken to him like this before.
He was very unnatural, scratched his neck and said:
"In order to trick me into washing dishes, you lied to me by telling me this."
Meng Li:…
"I hope you can share my housework, are you really not willing?" Meng Li asked lightly.
Yue Xiaowei was bored for a moment:
"I don't want to."
Meng Li pursed his lips:
"good."
She stood up and started to clear away the dishes. Yue Xiaowei sat on the dining chair and felt a trace of guilt in his heart when he saw the exhaustion on Meng Li's face.
Does she look tired
However, this trace of guilt quickly dissipated. Yue Xiaowei rolled his eyes and wondered where the misunderstanding came from.
Shi Shiran stood up and sat on the sofa.
Meng Li washed the dishes and walked to the living room. I don't know if Yue Xiaowei wanted to test her bottom line today, so he lay on the sofa and watched TV leisurely.
I don’t want to sit at the desk like before, pick up some books to show off.
There was also a book dropped on the ground.
She stepped forward to help pick up the book, during which Yue Xiaowei looked nervously at Meng Li's face.
Seeing that Meng Li didn't get angry, he just picked up the book, patted the non-existent dust on it, and put it on the coffee table.
Then she sat and watched TV, sitting cross-legged.
Yue Xiaowei thought this posture was strange. His legs would become numb after sitting for a long time.
Can you watch TV openly
Meng Li is practicing, and the spiritual energy in this world is also thin, which seems to be the case in the modern world.
But practicing has become a habit, and it is more or less useful. Meng Li doesn't want to be lazy.
Meng Li is not in a hurry these days. Yue Xiaowei will not read if he doesn't want to.
A few days can't make people improve their grades quickly. Moreover, Yue Xiaowei is very rebellious now.
It seems that he likes to work against her.
It would undoubtedly be useless for her to force Yue Xiaowei to study now, and the same conflicts as the client would break out.
Neither of them had much to say. Meng Li practiced for two hours and then went to take a shower.
After taking a shower, I washed my clothes and hung them up.
Before going to bed, he took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and handed it to Yue Xiaowei, who was watching TV with gusto.
Yue Xiaowei did not give Meng Li a straight face. Meng Li looked at Yue Xiaowei and said calmly:
"After you take a shower later, learn to wash your own clothes and hang them up to dry."
Yue Xiaowei's brows were wrinkled:
"Why do you want me to do the laundry myself?"
"I'm still doing laundry. I might not be able to get up to study tomorrow."
Meng Li glanced at the TV:
"I thought you were quite energetic. After all, you also have time to watch TV."
Yue Xiaowei snorted from his nostrils.
Just say it.
He no longer talks all day long, but now he is thinking of other ways to torment him.
They were asked to do the dishes, and they were asked to do the laundry.
Meng Li saw that Yue Xiaowei was silent and finally said:
"I've been very busy and tired recently, so I can't wash your clothes. If you don't wash them yourself, you won't have anything to wear."
Yue Xiaowei saw a highlight clip flashing on the TV. Because Meng Li spoke again, he couldn't hear clearly, so he said irritably:
"What are you doing?"
Meng Li smiled:
"I'm going to bed. Good night, son."
Yue Xiaowei stared at the TV and ignored Meng Li completely.
Meng Li raised his eyebrows, said no more, and went back to his room.