Chapter 57 Wedding Invitation

But Zhao Meifang was determined to send it, and even if Yuan Qianqian wanted to object, she didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

"Mom, how about we wait until the time comes and write it together before giving it to her?" Lu Yaozu hesitated. He just felt that he was a little too hasty, not that he thought he couldn't give it to Yu Qing'er.

"If I ask you to write, just write quickly. Mom will deliver it to you!" Zhao Meifang emphasized.

When Lu Yaozu heard that he was not allowed to deliver it, he simply wrote it.

Zhao Meifang held the invitation as if she was holding a chicken to shoot an arrow. The expression on her face was so smug that she stood up and walked to Yu Qing'er and the others' table in a self-righteous manner.

"Here, this is an invitation for you. Our Yaozu is getting married to Qianqian soon. After all, we are old acquaintances, so you must come and show your support."

Judging from her tone, it seemed as if Zhao Meifang had given Yu Qing'er a great gift.

Yu Qing'er had actually heard the noise from the next table just now - it was hard for her not to hear it, after all, the two tables were very close, and the other party deliberately spoke too loudly, so as long as she was not deaf, she would have been able to hear it.

Looking at the invitation handed over and the arrogant smile on Zhao Meifang's face, Yu Qing'er did not confront her in person.

She pulled out a piece of tissue paper to wipe her mouth, then wiped her hands, then took the invitation.

"Okay, I'll go." Yu Qing'er said, but she was actually speechless.

This is just an attempt to get a bigger share of the money, but don't be too obvious.

But it's not a big deal. For her, she can spend a little money to watch Zhao Meifang beat drums and sing in front of her. It's worth it. After all, she has put a lot of thought into jumping around, so she can just consider it as hard work pay.

"Remember to check the time, don't forget." Zhao Meifang said hypocritically.

Yu Qing'er smiled and didn't respond to her.

When Zhao Meifang turned around, she stared at the table full of delicious dishes again, gritted her teeth in hatred, and thought to herself, "Eat, eat, don't stuff yourself to death!"

This time the confrontation was relatively tolerable. At least it was not like at the restaurant entrance, where Zhao Meifang unilaterally hurled all kinds of bad words, so Yu Qing'er didn't bother with her and just concentrated on eating with Mo Hongshen.

After the meal, there was still a lot left.

"Waiter, please settle the bill and help us pack it up." Mo Hongshen shouted.

They did what they said and did not waste any food. They packed up the leftovers and could heat them up at home and eat them again. After all, the food tasted really good.

On the way back, because they were too full, Yu Qing'er suggested taking a walk to help digest the food.

There were undercurrents regarding Yu Qing'er and that family. No, Mo Hongshen felt that it couldn't really be considered an undercurrent. After all, what Zhao Meifang said today was really unpleasant.

During these encounters, Mo Hongshen could see that Yu Qing'er was somewhat unhappy. He didn't want to ask more at first, thinking that if he could say it, Yu Qing'er would definitely tell him, but things had come to this point, he felt that he might as well ask.

"Wife, what's the relationship between that woman I met today... and that young couple I met before?" Mo Hongshen thought for a moment and added, "What does it have to do with you?"