Chapter 176: stereotype

  Chapter 176 Routine

  Just now when her son said "I'll talk about it later", she thought it was referring to finding a girlfriend. Now that I think about it, does my son mean that he will show her the girl he likes in the future?

  Thinking of this, Jian Jie's old mother's heart jumped wildly.

  She turned around and wanted to go upstairs to ask her son for clarification. It happened that Wang Yuanqing came down the stairs.

   "Ma'am..."

   "Xiao Wang, come here, I have something to ask you."

  Hearing Jian Jie's name, Wang Yuanqing twitched in a very strange expression.

   When he gets old in the future, will he be called Old Wang?

   "Madam, if you have anything to do, just ask Yuan Qing."

   Seeing Jian Jie sitting on the sofa without making a sound for a long time, Wang Yuanqing spoke humbly.

   Jian Jie signaled with a slight smile, "Sit down, don't be nervous, I just have a few questions to ask."

   "Madam, just ask, Yuan Qing will know everything."

  Jian Jie turned a deaf ear to Wang Yuanqing's claim, "Xiao Wang, what has A Yao been up to lately?"

  Wang Yuanqing was silent, "Master Yao has been busy with the project of the energy company of country P..."

   "Then besides work, what else are you busy with?"

   "It's still work. By the way, Lord Yao bought an insurance agency company..."

  Jian Jie waved her hand impatiently, "I don't want to hear this, Xiao Wang, don't pretend to be ignorant for me, don't you really know what I want to ask?"

  Wang Yuanqing marveled at the keen sense of smell of a woman, while continuing to pretend to be stupid, "Isn't Madam concerned about what Lord Yao is up to recently? Is it because I didn't explain it in detail? Then I will explain it in detail..."

   "Stop stop stop stop!"

  Jian Jie's pretty face was serious, "Who cares about him working? What's the use of earning so much money? If he doesn't even have a girlfriend, who will spend the money for him?"

  Wang Yuanqing wanted to say: He can.

   But he dared not.

   "Master Yao is usually so busy that he doesn't touch the ground, how can he have time to make a girlfriend? In fact, if Madam has a suitable lady, she can introduce him to Master Yao."

   Jian Jie snorted coldly: "I want to introduce ten or eight to him, will he want it?"

  Wang Yuanqing: "..."

  He cleared his cough and said, "Ma'am, this girlfriend is more expensive than smart."

  Jian Jie squinted at him jokingly, "Don't you men like to hug left and right, don't the red flags at home not fall down, and colorful flags fluttering outside?"

  Wang Yuanqing almost shook his head, "I'm not, I don't!"

   "Hmph! Xiao Wang, stop joking with me, and tell me honestly, does A Yao really have a girl he likes?"

  Wang Yuanqing was very surprised, "Is there such a thing? Who said it? Why didn't I know?"

  Jian Jie was defrauding Wang Yuanqing, seeing his attitude, she was immediately uncertain.

   Could it be that she was thinking too much?

   "Don't care who said it, you can answer yes or no. If you lie to me, I will ask A Yao to transfer you to a place where the birds don't shit, so that you can't see your wife and daughter all year round."

  Wang Yuanqing: "..."

  A dragon begets a dragon, and a phoenix begets a phoenix. The son of a mouse can make holes.

  Mother and son, one is more ruthless than the other.

  Even if there are wolves in front and tigers in back, Wang Yuanqing is not capable enough to stay by Lu Hanyao's side?

   "Madam, I really don't know!"

  Although his father treats Miss Su differently, he hasn't told him whether he likes it or not, so he can't make random guesses, right?

   Seeing that she couldn't ask any questions like this, Jian Jie gradually dispelled her doubts.

   Alas, when will she be a mother-in-law?

  The son of someone else's family is idle all day long, and his girlfriend can be changed every day. Her family's A Yao's character, appearance, family background and status are so excellent that he is almost in the sky. Why is he so dumbfounded?

  Jian Jie got up and left full of sorrow.

  Wang Yuanqing wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

  (end of this chapter)