Daddy and Mommy blocked you again

Zhuang Mengdie who was sitting in front of the window heard the sound of the door opening, turned her head and looked over, saw Ye Qing, smiled and said hello: "Hello, we meet again."

Seeing her hypocrisy, Ye Qing felt disgusted, she frowned, turned around and left, she didn't want to make things difficult for herself.

Although she didn't know why Zhuang Mengdie suddenly came to her to design clothes, Ye Qing knew that she must have no good intentions.

However, Zhuang Mengdie was already prepared, got up and walked over quickly, grabbed Ye Qing's wrist, not allowing her to leave.

"What are you doing! Let go!" Ye Qing looked at her grabbing her hand in disgust, and scolded unhappily.

Hearing this, Zhuang Mengdie's smile didn't change, and the strength in his hands didn't relax. He calmly said: "Ye Qing, I really want to ask you to help me design clothes... What? Don't you dare to do business with me?" ? Not confident in your craft?"

Ye Qing knew that she was provoking her on purpose, and suddenly she was not so disgusted, but wanted to know what she was trying to do.

Ye Qing calmed down, she broke away from Zhuang Mengdie's hand slightly, and walked straight to the table.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mengdie narrowed his eyes slightly, followed him to the table, and sat down opposite Ye Qing.

"Ye Qing, I came to you today because I want you to design a wedding dress that suits me." Zhuang Mengdie took the lead in throwing a blockbuster.

Before Ye Qing could react, Zhuang Mengdie continued to speak: "You don't know yet, do you? Ah Jue and I are getting married."

After saying this, Zhuang Mengdie picked up the coffee cup with a smile, took a sip, and looked at Ye Qing's expression happily.

But Ye Qing looked very calm, as if she already knew about it, which annoyed Zhuang Mengdie.

She came here today just to see Ye Qing lose her composure, but she didn't expect Ye Qing to have no reaction at all.

Ye Qing was not surprised when she got this news.

Moreover, she had known that such a day would come.

The marriage of Feng Xingjue and Zhuang Mengdie was the result of her best mental preparation three months ago.

However, when Zhuang Mengdie said this and asked her to help her design a wedding dress.

A corner deep in her heart was still stabbed.

Zhuang Mengdie and Feng Xingjue had a child.

So, has he quickened his pace of marrying her?

Thinking of this, the corner of Ye Qing's mouth twitched into a sneer.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mengdie frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Hearing this, Ye Qing smiled even wider, and said sarcastically: "Zhuang Mengdie, why did you come to me today? To show off? To show off that you picked up my broken shoes? Or to show off that you can get married?"

The sarcasm in her tone was so obvious that Zhuang Mengdie's complexion changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his calmness and composure just now.

"You..." Zhuang Mengdie pointed at Ye Qing with trembling fingers, but couldn't say anything to refute for a while.

Ye Qing had no intention of entangled with her anymore, picked up her bag, got up and left the cafe, letting Zhuang Mengdie tremble with anger.

Zhuang Mengdie was full of anger and had nowhere to vent it. Just at that moment the waiter came in, and Zhuang Mengdie's chest heaved with anger.

"Why is this coffee so bitter! Why don't you add some sugar to me!" Zhuang Mengdie shouted with a grim face.

The waiter was taken aback, apologized quickly, promised to change her to a cup with sugar, and went out with the coffee.

The waiter passed the coffee into the kitchen through the window, and said: "The guest said the coffee is too bitter, please give her a cup with sugar."

The cafe's kitchen is next to that box, and there are only two people in it, one is Xiao Feng and the other is Ye Xiaomo.

Just now, Zhuang Mengdie and Ye Qing's conversation fell into their ears. Ye Xiaomo naturally wanted to avenge his mother.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing Xiao Mo's pouted mouth, Xiao Feng asked clearly. He didn't expect such a thing to happen to him when he came here to learn how to make coffee.

Hearing this, Ye Xiaomo snorted coldly and said: "That woman dares to disrespect my mommy, of course I will make her suffer."

Xiao Feng immediately understood what he meant, nodded, and answered the waiter outside aloud: "Understood, you wait."

After he finished a new cup of coffee, he handed it to Ye Xiaomo who was beside him, motioning for him to do it.

And Ye Xiaomo was not polite, took the coffee and put a lot of sugar first: "Since she wants to add sugar, let's put more."

Before the sugar was finished, he took out the monosodium glutamate from the jar beside him and poured it into the coffee with a smile on his face.

"Okay." After mixing the seasoning evenly, Ye Xiaomo handed it to Xiao Feng, and Xiao Feng gave it to the waiting waiter through the window.

The waiter took the coffee and immediately sent it to the box next to him. Zhuang Mengdie was still staring angrily at something outside the window.

Seeing this, the waiter swallowed, and said cautiously: "Miss, your coffee is ready, and I have replaced it with sugar for you."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mengdie turned around, took the coffee with a bad face, and took a long gulp angrily.

The bitter and strange taste quickly poured into her mouth and spread to her entire taste buds.

Zhuang Mengdie's tongue immediately went numb.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Zhuang Mengdie hurriedly put the coffee on the table, trying to spit out the coffee he drank just now.

But how could it be possible to spit out the coffee that had already been swallowed? The taste in his mouth made Zhuang Mengdie retch.

Seeing her like this, the waiter at the side asked in fright, "Miss, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

When Zhuang Mengdie heard the waiter's words, the fire in her heart immediately ignited, enough to start a prairie fire. She shouted loudly: "Are you trying to harm me! Are you sent by Ye Qing to harm me! Wait! I want to report you !Report your cafe!"

Hearing this, the waiter was even more puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and asked doubtfully, "Ye Qing? Who is that? I don't know him!"

In the mind of the waiter, Zhuang Mengdie had already decided that Zhuang Mengdie had come to cause trouble on purpose, and was even considering whether to call the police.

Zhuang Mengdie couldn't listen to any explanation at all, and still yelled and cursed loudly, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

Finally, Zhuang Mengdie was surprised to find that he could not make any sound, as if his throat was blocked by something.

She touched her throat in disbelief, picked up her bag and ran out of the cafe in a panic, heading for the hospital.

She is poisoned, she is poisoned!

Don't lose her voice.

Looking at Zhuang Mengdie's hurried back, the waiter was full of surprise, and murmured: "What's going on? This woman is not sick, is she?"

Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly, picked up the coffee cup on the table, and sent it to the kitchen to clean it up.

Xiao Feng in the kitchen smiled while washing the cup that Zhuang Mengdie used just now: "Xiao Mo, I really have you."

Ye Xiaomo raised the corners of her lips secretly: "I'm too kind to her, she can't bear it."

Hearing this, Xiao Feng laughed loudly: "You are really a black belly."