After Meng Qingge hung up, Wang Meilin came over and asked with a smile, "Eh? You still need to ask your husband for permission to buy clothes for your son? "
"What is it?" Meng Qingge glanced at Wang Meilin with some dissatisfaction. "Isn't this what I'm afraid to buy? All my life, I've been a girl for a long time. Isn't that a waste?"
"Aiyo, you're wasting it?" Wang Meilin curled her lips, imitating Meng Qingge's tone just now. She then rolled her eyes, "Tsk …" Your husband would be short of money? "To him, a cow's hair is nothing."
Meng Qingge frowned and then lightly tapped Wang Meilin's forehead with her hand. "If you weren't pregnant, I wouldn't have hit you, hmph!"
When Wang Meilin saw Meng Qingge's expression, she burst into laughter. "Say, have you really fallen in love with your husband?"
Meng Qingge frowned as she glanced at Wang Meilin. Then, she rolled her eyes again, "I'm too lazy to bother with you."