Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Comes to Counterattack

Meng Li looks at Yue Xiaowei.

He's wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. He's more than 1.7 meters tall. He's only a sophomore now.

On his head, he still has the most "trendy" oblique bangs.

In fact, the facial features are quite neat, a bit like the appearance of the client's ex husband.

But at the moment he looked at Meng Li, who was half a head shorter than him.

There are a few acne on the face, the whole individual is not as vigorous as the general young man, and deliberately make a ruffian feeling.

It seems that he is still pretending to be mature.

Some disobedience, the body's temperament agitated unbearable.

Meng Li looked at Yue Xiaowei's clothes again and remembered that Yue Xiaowei had a school uniform.

And the school is also required to wear uniforms.

Yue Xiaowei is probably more and more arrogant in the school, ignoring the rules and regulations of the school, in order to flaunt his own maverick.

In my memory, the teacher couldn't bear to call the client to the school. However, Yue Xiaowei at that time was no longer managed by the client.

Yue Xiaowei is not satisfied with Meng Li's gaze. He thinks that Meng Li wants to talk about his clothes and make-up, and decides to take the initiative:

"what are you looking at? Didn't you ask me to serve you soup?"

Meng Li nodded and said nothing else. He looked at the soup:

"take it, and take the dishes by the way."

Yue Xiaowei took a look at Meng Li, suspicious, always feel that today's mother is quiet.

Brother said, deal with parents, as long as they are more horizontal on the line.

Now their parents have been convinced by their governance, they dare not ask what they do.

Can we say that this period of time against my mother, has been effective, successfully let her shut up?

In silence, he brought the soup to the table and then came in to serve the dishes. Meng Li went out with two bowls of rice.

Sitting opposite the dining table, opposite Yue Xiaowei.

She ate in silence and said nothing. Yue Xiaowei was also happy.

However, after dinner, Meng Li asked Yue Xiaowei to wash the dishes.

Yue Xiaowei didn't want to, and Meng Li said:

"didn't the teacher teach you to go home and help your parents share the housework?"

"No

Yue Xiaowei originally put down his chopsticks, picked them up and took a bite of the dish.

Meng Li said: "can you learn from your father? In the past, your father would take the initiative to wash the dishes when he understood my hard cooking. "

Yue Xiaowei retorted:

"what's the use of that? You don't look down on him and dump him."

Meng Li glanced at Yue Xiaowei and said faintly:

"I didn't look down on him."

Yue Xiaowei seems to have heard a big joke and exaggerates to dig out his ear with his little finger:

"what?"

"I said I didn't look down on him."

"Oh, you don't admit it now. You used to have all kinds of dislikes. Now you know him."

Meng Li sighed, looked at Yue Xiaowei and said: "son, the relationship between parents is very complicated, and marriage is also an extremely complicated thing."

"I can't get to the end with your father because of all kinds of factors. It's not suitable and painful to be together. It's natural for us to make such a choice."

"Your father naturally has advantages and disadvantages. So do I. It's just that we just can't stand each other's disadvantages. It's inappropriate."

"But even if we divorce, father or father, mother or mother, your relationship with us will not change because of our divorce."

"You will always be our child. I was angry before. I hope you don't mind."

Meng told Yue Xiaowei calmly.

Yue Xiaowei has a strange look on his face. In his memory, his mother has never talked to him like this.

He was very unnatural and said:

"you lied to me to do the dishes."

Meng Li

"I hope you can share my housework, you really don't want to?" Meng Li asked faintly.

Yue Xiaowei was bored for a moment:

"I don't want to."

Meng Li pursed his mouth:

"OK."

She stood up and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Yue Xiaowei sat on the dining chair, looking at Meng Li's hard to cover fatigue, and felt a trace of guilt.

She looks tired?

But the guilt soon disappeared. Yue Xiaowei rolled his eyes. Where did the illusion come from.

Shi ran stood up and sat on the sofa.

Meng Li washes the dishes and goes to the living room. I don't know if Yue Xiaowei is lying on the sofa watching TV in order to test her bottom line today.

Also don't want to be like before, sit in front of desk, make some books to pretend what.There is still a book on the ground.

She came forward to help pick up the book, while Yue Xiaowei was a little nervous, looking at Meng Li's face.

Looking at Meng Li did not get angry, just picked up the book, patted the dust that did not exist on it, and put it on the tea table.

Then she sat on one side, watching TV, and sat cross legged.

Yue Xiaowei thinks this posture is very strange. After sitting for a long time, his legs will feel numb.

Is it time to watch TV?

Meng Li is practicing, and the aura in this world is also rare, which seems to be the case in the modern world.

But cultivation has become a habit, and more or less also useful, Meng Li does not want to steal this lazy.

Meng Li is not in a hurry. Yue Xiaowei doesn't want to read these days.

A few days can't make people improve their grades rapidly. Moreover, Yue Xiaowei is rebellious now.

It seems that I like to fight against her.

Now she forces Yue Xiaowei to study, which is no doubt useless. There will be the same contradiction with the client at that time.

Both of them had nothing to say. Meng Li practiced for two hours and went to take a bath.

After the 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 relish.

Yue Xiaowei didn't give Meng Li a straight face. Meng Li looked at Yue Xiaowei and said faintly:

"after taking a bath, learn to wash and air your clothes."

Yue Xiaowei's brows are all wrinkled:

"why do I have to wash my own clothes?"

"I still wash clothes. I may not be able to read tomorrow."

Meng Li took a look at the TV:

"I thought you were energetic. After all, you also have time to watch TV."

Yue Xiaowei snorted.

Just say it.

People don't talk all day, but now they think of other ways to upset him.

Let's do the dishes and the laundry.

Looking at Yue Xiaowei's silence, Meng Li finally said:

"I'm very busy and tired recently. I can't wash your clothes for you. If you don't wash your own clothes, you won't have to wear them."

Yue Xiaowei saw a wonderful clip flashed on TV. Because Meng Li spoke again, he didn't hear it clearly, and immediately said: "what are you doing?"

Meng LiXiao:

"I'm going to bed. Good night, son."

Yue Xiaowei's eyes were fixed on the TV, completely ignoring Meng Li.

Meng Li brow tip a pick, no longer say, back to his room.