Ma Yue'e was just thinking about that point, and her thoughts were completely wiped out. She didn't dare to agree with this - his sister-in-law's face was thin? She was so thin that she could shout on the street to deal with men, women, young and old. Is this thin too much like a city wall?

But this is not a big deal. She should ask now: "Just call me different? Why don't you have anything to do with your family? What's wrong with your parents?"

She could hear clearly that, but she didn't understand it at the time.

Now that I asked this, Ma Yunfei didn't hide it from her: "My father and mother are fine, but it has nothing to do with me."

Is this clear enough?

But Ma Yue'e still didn't understand: "Why is it okay?"

That's parents, that's brother, why doesn't it matter? Maybe there is a possibility, but she doesn't want to think about it or hear it, so she asked this and shook her head: "Why doesn't it matter? That's parents!"

Seeing her like this, Ma Yunfei stopped talking and let her calm down on her own.

Hua Mengyue looked at him coming and looked out: "Have you agreed?"

"No." Ma Yunfei almost sighed. He hadn't sighed yet. This time, it was almost done.

"Xiao'e is pretty good," Hua Mengyue said with a smile: "That's why I said she is different from others. Don't you think I'm taking my own actions, right?"

She spoke more naturally now, and she didn't have to worry that Ma Yunfei would not understand it - he had learned a lot of things, and after digesting and mixing them, the ones he didn't understand became very cold.

And Ma Yunfei was very clear about this girl: "She just has no opinion."

This is very similar to him. He has no opinion and will do whatever others say. He will be obedient without distinguishing between right and wrong or method.

But what he is different is that reading makes people clear and clear: reading history makes people clear and wise, and reading poetry makes people clear.

"No, she knows herself very clearly today." Hua Mengyue said, and said something about what she was on the street today, commenting: "She can realize that she is not suitable for that, but she can convert it in the initial way, which is very good."

"It's just this." Ma Yunfei sighed: "Maybe when someone goes back, she feels it's not possible."

Last time, my wife helped her, but she was implicated in something, so what is the reason for now is that after she helped her sell those things-

Hua Mengyue hurriedly said, "Don't think so much, some things are different."

Ma Yunfei was still simple in his mind and showed everything on his face, so Hua Mengyue could see at a glance what he was thinking and interrupted quickly.

Ma Yue'e is still sitting in the yard. I'm afraid it's a bit unpleasant to say that, right?

She just finished her work and went out directly.

Jack Ma flew out and took a look. Hua Mengyue had already gone to pull Ma Yue'e:

"Eat here, come and I'll teach you the home-cooked dishes."

...

Hua Mengyue really kept the person behind, and Ma Yunfei didn't say anything else. He really loved this little girl.

I won’t talk about it before. At that time, he couldn’t even protect his own family, but he could take care of him in the future. Of course, this must be the premise that Ma Yue'e does not bully Hua Mengyue.

He didn't think about how Hua Mengyue was bullied. He just thought that his wife was too soft-hearted and they were all kind, which was particularly easy to be bullied.

Hua Mengyue made a home-cooked stir-fry, but some people are reluctant to put too much vegetable oil. The lack of oil is the kind of people.

Ma Yue'e was also deeply influenced by her family: "Sister-in-law, will you put too much oil?"

"Xiao'e, how old are you this year?" Hua Mengyue asked with a smile, not talking about the issue of putting oil.

"I'm fourteen."

Ma Yue'e felt a little embarrassed and suddenly became shy.

"Fourteen, you're a big girl, right? You can't be so stingy when cooking. You know, people regard food as the most important thing, and eating is bigger than the most important thing." Hua Mengyue turned over the dishes, looked at the color just right, and then took it out of the pot and put it on the plate: "If you want to eat well, oil is indispensable."

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