Elegant violin music, courteous service staff, and elegant decoration style.
Everywhere there is a word named: "expensive".
"Mom and Dad, you rarely have time, come and eat more."
Meng Jingyun handed the cut steak to the middle-aged lady opposite in a gentlemanly manner.
"Thank you son."
The middle-aged lady nodded with satisfaction.
Meng Jingyun turned his head and looked at Qin Anan with a smile.
That look seemed to be saying: Actually, my parents are not very scary to you.
Qin Anan also laughed twice.
The eyes of the couple opposite were kind.
But this kind of loving gaze is limited to his son.
When his eyes fell on Qin Anan, it was obvious that there had been some changes.
Especially Meng's mother, when she glanced at Qin Anan, the light in her eyes dimmed obviously, and she even seemed to be looking at her.
"An'an, what are you doing now? I heard that you had a quarrel with Jingyun before, and you moved out to live and look for a job. I wanted to ask you what kind of job you are looking for and see if I can help."
Mother Meng asked suddenly. This sentence made Qin Anan not swallow a piece of steak stuck in his throat, nor swallow it.
It took a long time before I swallowed the steak in my throat.
He slowly said: "Now I am working as a teacher in a tutoring institution."
As for which counseling agency it was from, Qin Anan felt that there was no need to tell the lady.
"I work as a teacher in a tutoring institution."
Inexplicably, Meng Mu's tone sounded disgusting.
It's just that it's written on his face: He dares to quarrel with my son like you, and you don't even look at how much you weigh.
"Mom, you are serious. How did the quarrel between us reach your ears?"
After Meng Jingyun heard this, he looked at Mother Meng reproachfully.
"Okay, okay, I don't care about you, I'm just worried that something will happen to you? Let's see if the two of us can help."
In front of Meng Jingyun, Mother Meng always looked like a noble and elegant person.
Is this why Mother Meng worked so hard to maintain her image?
I guess I don't want to be exposed in front of my son and let him down.
"It's like this. Wouldn't it be better for An An to just accumulate some experience first so that she can do things later, and then wait until the experience matures to do other things?"
Meng Jingyun helped Qin Anan resolve it in a few words.
It was a good thing he didn't say this, but when he said this, Meng's father also looked over.
Father Meng is used to staying in the company, and he more or less agrees with this way of gaining experience.
"You actually went out to work. It would be good to gain some experience."
It's just that Father Meng's face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy.
Soon the cell phone placed aside rang.
Father Meng said: "I'm sorry."
I took my cell phone and went to the lounge to answer the call.
Meng's mother frowned: "How much money can I earn from going to a tutoring class?"
The implication is: I don’t want my son to support you.
Qin Anan:......
"mom!"
Meng Jingyun couldn't help but frown after hearing this, and seemed to agree with what they said.
"Okay, Mom just said a few words casually, look at how partial you are."