Protruding in front and behind, fair-skinned and beautiful, her figure bouncing with a duang duang motion just from leaning out her upper half.
No way?
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly at Ye Cixin, their minds in complete chaos.
Ning Rongrong recognized Ye Cixin, but Zhu Zhuqing did not, and thoughts raced through her mind: why did this mature beauty call Meng Chen little A-Chen? Why was she so pleasantly surprised and alluringly eyed when she saw Meng Chen?
What on earth was the story between them?
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong glanced at Xiao Wu, only to find that Xiao Wu also seemed to have a severe headache.
After all, Xiao Wu knew just how long this Aunt Ye had wanted to recruit A-Chen as her son-in-law.
Ye Cixin practically leaped out of the carriage, so eager that she somewhat disregarded standard etiquette, and because she stood on the carriage, she was taller than Meng Chen.
After jumping in front of Meng Chen, she pulled him straight into her embrace. "Oh, A-Chen! It really has been a long time. Where on earth have you been all these years? You didn't even drop Aunt Ye a word!"
Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong felt their heads buzzing, as if remembering that certain floral languages represented wealth and endurance...
Mmph mph mph!
Smothered and unable to speak, Meng Chen was enveloped all over by a pleasant fragrance.
Hearing Meng Chen make suffocation sounds, Ye Cixin finally released him, and then her gaze swept up and down his body.
"Mhm... thinner, and taller too. You child, with no news for almost three years, I thought something had happened to you out there. If I hadn't just happened to pass by here today, were you planning never to come to my