80s: Little Sweet Wife

Meimei got up and answered the phone with doubts, "Hello, auntie."

"It's Meimei, is Ming Shun at home?" Auntie's voice was hearty and full of energy.

"It's in the study, let me call him over."

"No, no, it's nothing important, just like you said, don't disturb Mingshun's work."

Auntie hurriedly persuaded Meimei. She didn't sound like she wanted to talk to Yan Mingshun too much, and Meimei was even more puzzled. She didn't go to Mojia Village very often. Shun, what's the matter with her?

"What's the matter with you?" Meimei said politely.

Auntie laughed and paused for a while before saying, "Mei Mei, do you still remember Mo Qiaoling?"

Mo Qiaoling?

Meimei couldn't remember the name for a while. It sounded like a young girl, and she must be from Mojia Village, but definitely not Yan Mingshun's cousin.

Because Yan Mingshun's three uncles gave birth to sons, his uncle Mo Wendong gave birth to a daughter, but she didn't call her that name, and she just started elementary school!

"Aunt, who is this Mo Qiaoling?" Meimei asked directly.

The aunt smiled again and said, "The daughter of a clan brother in the village, Mingshun's cousin who gave birth to five clothes, came to our house for a meal before, and you were there at the time. You may have forgotten about it after a long time."

Meimei responded indifferently, but she still couldn't remember who this cousin who came out of five clothes was.

My aunt continued: "That's what happened. Qiaoling is also in Kyoto, and she just graduated from university this year. Some time ago, she came to see Grandma Mingshun at our house. I haven’t found a suitable job yet, so I’m fighting guerrillas in Kyoto!”

Meimei: What's the matter with me?

She didn't make a sound, listening to her aunt's thoughts.

It was also her fault that she went back to Mojia Village too few times. She used to think that this aunt was an old-fashioned and stubborn aunt who didn't say a word from morning to night, but in reality she slapped her hard.

The nagging skills should not be too high, even if you don't even breathe, you simply need her to talk, and you can read it for a long time by yourself.

…

After chatting for half an hour, the microphone was faintly hot. The aunt had already introduced the glorious deeds of Mo Qiaoling when she was in school. It is estimated that if I go on, I should be able to cover Mo Qiaoling's urination pit. leak out.

"Auntie, what's wrong with this girl Mo Qiaoling?"

Meimei had to interrupt her chatty aunt. She really didn't have the patience to talk to her unfamiliar aunt.

My aunt is still unfinished, since she installed a phone at home, she can be regarded as a good way to pass the time—

Talk on the phone.

After finishing the housework, this former peasant woman who suddenly became rich and had nothing to do, took out the phone book and called from house to house, talking about parents, celebrity gossip, TV news... and even national events...

She could get on with it until she had finished typing the phone book, and it was getting dark, so it was time to pack up dinner.

Fang and give up!

Year after year, day after day, for years.

That is to say, the Mo family is not short of money, otherwise, according to her style of play, the **** can be beaten.

The aunt had to get to the point, "That's right, Meimei, can you talk to fellow cultivator Yuan, and arrange Qiaoling to work in our company, after all, it's her own family, so you can rest assured to use it... Do you think so? This theory..."