Immortality Cultivation Era

Gao Ge opened his eyes and looked at Meng Jing, who was still sleeping on his arm. His face showed a bright smile.

Last night, it wasn’t really crazy. After all, Meng Jing is the first time like him. Naturally, I have to be gentle and wait until now.

Breaking through this barrier, Gao Ge feels that he has achieved the most important achievement in his life.

Gently pull out his arm and help Meng Jing cover the quilt, then he opened the phone.

After coming to the hotel last night, Gao Ge turned off the mobile phone, and was afraid of being disturbed.

When the phone was just turned on, there was a phone call. He hurriedly turned off the volume, and Meng Jing was awakened.

Meng Jing, who was sleepy, blinked and whispered, and asked softly in his mouth: "Who?"

"My mom," Gao Ge said.

Meng Jing was so scared that he indented his head into the quilt, as if Song Song had entered the room.

Gao Ge laughed and connected the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Song Hao’s roar has already arrived.

"Bad boy, where did you take Meng Jing?"

Gao Ge is so clever, there is a foresight. When he presses the button, he puts the phone far away. Even so, he can still hear the words of Song Yu clearly, and how big the sound is.

"Mom, it was very late to buy clothes last night, we stayed in the city for one night."

On the side of the phone, a short silence, and then heard the voice of the sly, it should be Song Hao took the phone to the other side.

"Bad boy, do you live together at night?"

Gao Ge looked at Meng Jing in the bed and coughed.

"Ok."

"Dry beautiful!" On the other side of the phone, Song Hao screamed excitedly.

Gao Ge: "..."

Meng Jing heard it clearly and his face was redder. In addition, there was a touch of style between the eyebrows and a singer.

The high song is not awkward, but the hippie smiles.

"Bad boy, what, Meng Jing, my parents are sitting on our sofa now, it seems to be mad, you don't come back today, wait a day or two, um... first, hang up what!"

Did not give a high-sounding opportunity to speak, the phone has been hung up.

Gao Ge returned to the bed, and looked at Meng Jing with his eyes and eyes.

"Say a good news with you."

"what?"

"My mom said, let's not go back for a while, wait a day or two," Gao Ge said.

"Why?" Meng Jing was a little confused.

"Maybe afraid your dad hacked me."

Meng Jing: "..."

Gao Ge reached out and handed Meng Jing to his arms.

"But this is also very good."

"What's so good?" Meng Jing was furious. "I don't know how to talk to my parents after I went back. I blame you. I had to turn off my mobile phone last night."

"Actually, I have a way." Gao Ge said seriously.

Meng Jing looked at him unbelievably: "What can you do?"

"I think so." Gao Ge said with a smile. "Look, my mom asked us to go back some time. Then we just stayed outside for a while, waiting for your goods in the stomach, let's go back and see. At that time, your parents dare to say... Hey! Hurt, wow, are you a dog?!"

Meng Jing did not give the opportunity to finish the song.

"You are a jerk, I want you to find a way, you still say oh."

"In fact, this is not a bad idea. This is called 挟天子 to make the princes, who dares to yell at you?" Gao Ge smiled and said.

"You want to be beautiful! Oh, I won't give you a baby."

"why?"

"You...you didn't ask me to marry me, didn't register with me, if you have a baby, isn't it a black family?"

"Would you like to register today, I will go back and steal the account book..."

"Go to death! I won't let you take advantage of it..."

......

On Tianlong Mountain, Meng’s father was as heavy as water.

"Cough, Lao Meng, you have a cup of tea." Gao Ming poured a cup of tea.

"And your uncle, Lao Gao, where did your son go to my daughter? Let them come back soon!" Meng Fu was almost mad.

Gao Ming said with a smile: "They are not children, where are they going, do you still need to talk to us?"

"You can pull it down, if your family sings like a girl, I can see if you can be so calm." Meng Fu snorted and thought about it, or he took the tea cup in front of him and thirsty tea, then the brow was screwed together. "What kind of tea is this? Thirty dollars a ton?"

Meng Mu stunned him aside: "What are you talking about? Nothing is right, the whole is like how much money you have in your own home."

"What's the matter?" Meng Fu did not care. "If his old family is really poor, I will not specify it. This is not the condition of their family. I will say that..."

Mengmu did not say much.

Meng father sighed and saw Song Song coming back. He quickly asked: "Song Song, Gao Geyu said?"

"Oh, didn't get through!"

Meng’s father’s face is dark: “Are you a fool? I just heard you talking.”

Song Xiao smiled and said: "Old Meng, this is what you are wrong, how old the children are, you still manage so strict, then again, our family Gaoge and Xiaojing have been together for so long, you still have this Staring, is it a bit too much?"

Meng father sighed.

"Actually, I said so." Meng Mu said with a smile. "Men's marriage is a big marriage, and it is not a matter of unspeakable people. I don't know what nerves he sends."

"Forget it, it's my nerves." Meng's father waved his hand and looked at Song Yu and said, "Let the children come back, I won't say them."

"Old Meng, are you sure?" Song Wei used his anti-thief to look at his father.

"Crap, I am a big man, can you talk without counting?" Meng Fu did not have a good air.

Mengmu, who was on the side, heard this decisive dismantling: "You don't count as many words, not once or twice. If you talk, we bought a new house five years ago."

"..." Meng Fu was depressed. "Is this mountain villa not good now?"

"This hilltop villa is also a high-song, and has a relationship with you." Mengmu snorted.

Meng's father suddenly stopped crying.

No way, this is true, and there is no way to refute it...

"Okay, Song Wei, call and let the song come back." Gao Ming said with a smile. "He didn't do anything wrong, afraid of anything."

Song Wei looked at the eyes with a deep impression.

Didn't do anything wrong?

Ok……

This is afraid to be discussed...

However, she still called Gao Song, but this time, the phone was turned off.

"This mixed kid..." Although Song Yan’s mouth was swearing, but his face was filled with a smile, but it was very splendid.

"Oh, I want to have a grandson, Kaisen! Hey!"