"Auntie, Xinxin is here to see you."
The little girl held a gift box in her hand, ran up to Zhang Xueqing, and stuffed the gift box into her arms.
Following the example of the ancients, he bowed respectfully.
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, aunt. I wish you more and more beauty, happiness every day, and a long life."
Without family harmony, happiness, and good health, the little girl still knows how to wish.
Zhang Xueqing pouted deliberately and said dissatisfiedly, "Does Xinxin not like Auntie anymore? She won't come to see Auntie all day."
When Xinxin heard this, she immediately felt aggrieved. She held her mouth shut and muttered, "Dad didn't let me come."
By this time, Zhang Xueqing was so drunk that she didn't hear clearly what the little girl was mumbling.
He gently tapped Xinxin's nose with his finger and said angrily, "You little heartless thing."
Meng Fansen, who was a step behind, took his daughter's words seriously and looked nervously at Zhang Xueqing opposite, but showed no reaction at all.
Did you not hear it, or...
His eyes fell on the empty wine bottle and he couldn't help but frown.
This is how much you drank.
He stepped forward and pulled Xinxin away, took the gift box from Zhang Xueqing's arms and put it aside, telling the two children to go over and sit down.
"I asked you to go up to eat, but you didn't go, so we just thought of coming over and eating some with you."
When Zhang Xueqing heard the movement, she slowly raised her head and saw the tall man. She said with some dissatisfaction, "It's free!"
Meng Fansen laughed, placed the lunch box in his hand on the table, and nodded his chin slightly.
"Here."
Zhang Xueqing followed the guide and looked at two three-layered insulated buckets. How many dishes could they hold? You must be stingy.
Ignoring him, she pulled Xinxin to sit next to her, "Xinxin, come here, try the food cooked by auntie to see if it's as good as a chef's."
The little girl didn't eat while she was up there, and kept waiting eagerly for Meng Fansen to prepare the dishes, just so that she could come down early.
"Yeah, delicious."
Xinxin was very considerate and complimented her after taking a bite, which made Zhang Xueqing laugh out loud.
"Little sycophant."
The sound is neither loud nor quiet, but it is not harmonious at all.
Zhang Xueqing looked over with squinted eyes.
"If you don't like it, try it. If it doesn't taste good, let me stand on my head and wash my hair."
Meng Fansen on the side couldn't hold it back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
When Meng Zihang saw Zhang Xueqing's arrogant look, he couldn't stand it from the bottom of his heart, but he still picked up the chopsticks.
Wash your hair while standing upside down, right? This is what you said yourself, I didn’t force you.
Whether it tastes good or not, it all depends on what he said. I don’t like eating it. What else can you do to me? Wash your hair upside down, right? You can do it.
With the mentality of winning, I tasted one dish after another.
His brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly.
How should I put it? I can’t say it’s particularly delicious, nor can I say it’s terrible. It’s just that it’s pretty good anyway.
Thinking about saying it tasted bad, he raised his head and met Meng Fansen's warning eyes, which made him wilt instantly.
"How about it? You should say it." Zhang Xueqing suddenly became anxious when she saw that he was going to say something for a while and then not saying anything for a while.
"Minato..."
"Hmm~"
"tasty!"
"I just said yes, eat quickly, eat quickly, sit down and eat, you're welcome, I just followed the video for a whole day."
He pulled Meng Fansen to sit on the other side of him, gave him a pair of chopsticks, and told him to eat quickly.
The two children were not polite, and Meng Zihang also gave up struggling completely. The food was indeed to his liking, so he simply started eating.
"Here, have a drink."
Zhang Xueqing raised her wine glass, and then suddenly discovered a problem.
On the table, she was the only one with a wine glass.
"Hiccup, I'll get you a cup."
Zhang Xueqing was about to stand up when she was held down by the man beside her, "Just sit down and I'll get it."
Meng Fansen stood up and entered the room.
After a while, he took out three cups and a bottle of drink.
After pouring the two children, he poured another glass for himself. Then the father and son raised their glasses and looked at the person who wanted to raise the glass.
Zhang Xueqing squinted her eyes and looked at the liquid in the three wine glasses. It was colored and different from hers.
"What kind of wine is this and why is it this color?"
Meng Fansen was a little speechless, but patiently explained, "Children's wine, drink it quickly, and go to bed after drinking it."
Then the first one drinks the drink in the cup.
When the two children saw their father's expression, they knew that his father had exhausted his patience and might be spanked if he continued to misbehave.
He quickly finished his drink and said, "I'm full, I'm going back first."
Meng Zihang hurriedly stated his position and took the lead in leaving this place of right and wrong.
"Xinxin is full too. Goodbye, auntie."
Although Xinxin couldn't bear to leave Zhang Xueqing, it was already very late and her father had a dark face, so she had better behave.
Then before Zhang Xueqing could react, the two children had already left the yard.
He looked at the man next to him in confusion, "Did you bully them? Otherwise, why would you run so fast?"
Meng Fansen has one head and two big boys. They are all the same.
Zhang Xueqing raised her wine glass, held it in front of the man, and pressed it against the bridge of his nose.
"You punish yourself with one drink, and I will forgive you if you punish yourself with one drink."
What does it mean to forgive yourself? He didn't do anything wrong. He took the cup from Zhang Xueqing's hand, put it on the table, and said softly,
"You drank too much. Can I help you go back to rest?"
He pulled away the wine glass and put his fingertips on the man's tall nose.
Zhang Xueqing stretched out her palms, leaned forward slightly, and traced the man's facial features along the high bridge of his nose.
The bridge of the nose, thick eyebrows, cheekbones, then the mouth, and then the deep jaw.
Finally, he stopped at the full lips and ran his fingers over them again and again.
Meng Fansen looked at the person in front of him with a dazed expression. He didn't need to think carefully to know that the person was drunk.
Just as he was about to raise his hand to take away the hand on his lips, the hand that had been wiping it for a long time suddenly left, and what followed was a warm and soft lips that pressed against his lips.
Meng Fansen's whole body suddenly felt like electricity had passed through him. He was so stiff that he didn't dare to move. A numb feeling started from his lips, gradually expanded, and spread to his whole body.
Before he could fully appreciate the feeling, the touch on his lips suddenly disappeared.
Meng Fansen subconsciously stretched out his hands to pull the person back, and he did so.
After Zhang Xueqing finished kissing her, she felt that it had no taste. She looked at the red, soft and moist kiss, but in fact it was not sweet at all, so she pulled away.
Before she could sit firmly, a pair of strong arms pulled her forward and she fell into a spacious embrace.
The exclamation was silenced on his lips.
A long, slippery tongue occupied her mouth, searching it wantonly and taking away all the air in her chest.
It wasn't like it had no taste just now, it seemed a little different. She opened her mouth slightly, wanting to try more.
