Chapter: 590

This is what Wang Jiawen saw in a short period of time. He wanted to get up and go to the kitchen to chat with Zhang Han for a while, but felt that this was a bit abrupt, so he decided to chat with the little princess to learn about their situation from the side.

"Cough, Yihan, you've already eaten three oranges, so you can't eat any more." Wang Jiawen interjected appropriately, holding Wang Yihan's hand that was big enough for oranges. He glanced at Mengmeng, and said with a smile: "Look at her cute, how beautiful she is, like a princess in a fairy tale, Yihan, you are a little fat now, you can't eat too much, you won't be beautiful if you get fat."

"Huh?" Wang Yihan's eyes widened, she was very dissatisfied with being called fat.

"Hi, Yihan is also... not very fat, she is very good-looking and cute, I like her." Mengmeng said solemnly, blinking her big clear eyes, and at the same time was called by her good friend's parents Praise, the little guy is very happy.

"Hmph! She's skinny." Wang Yihan patted Wang Jiawen's leg.

"Haha, it's okay, you're thin." Wang Jiawen touched his daughter's head with a smile, looked at Mengmeng and said, "Mengmeng, your Mandarin is pretty standard, aren't you a local?"

Mengmeng has always spoken standard Mandarin, which is also taught by Zi Yan since childhood. For Cantonese, the little guy can understand ignorantly, and only knows some Cantonese that is often heard, but Zhang Han, from that special After the western restaurant, everything can be said clearly.

"Eh?" Mengmeng was taken aback for a moment, then pouted her small mouth, stretched out her small palm, pointed to her hair and eyes, and said solemnly: "I am, my hair is black, my The eyes are also black, they are all black, so I am.”

"Then Mengmeng, where were you born?" Su Yu said with a smile.

Her voice is very gentle, making people feel that she is from a scholarly family, but in fact, her father is also in business, and when he got married, he married 50 million yuan as a dowry, which created a good development space for Wang Jiawen.

At this time, Mengmeng curled up her little lips after hearing the question, and said, "I, I was in SANDIEGO (San Diego), and I just came back... It's been a few days, and I came to find my daddy. "

"San Diego?" There was a look of surprise in Wang Jiawen's eyes. It seems that Mr. Zhang and his family are not simple.

He knows San Diego very well and has been there twice. San Diego is a beautiful city located on the Pacific coast of California, North America. It is famous for its warm climate and many beaches, although there are no cities like New York and Washington It is well-known internationally, but it is favored by many rich people in North America and other countries.

"Ah, Mengmeng was born in North America, so she must be very good at English." Su Yu's eyes lit up, and she felt more and more satisfied with Mengmeng.

As a parent, she likes her daughter to have well-educated friends, not some particularly naughty bear children.

"It's okay." Mengmeng said with a giggle.

"Yihan, you and Mengmeng have a few words in English, let your good friend hear what you said." Su Yu laughed.

"Okay." Wang Yihan didn't know how much he weighed, so he said excitedly to Mengmeng: "Hello."

"hey......."

So the two little guys started chatting in English, and it turned out... Wang Yihan was still able to hold back when they greeted each other at the beginning. After chatting a few more words, listening to the cute but clear English, she was confused.

"Stop talking, oops, I won't, hehehe." Wang Yihan glanced at Su Yu a little shyly, and then said to Mengmeng: "Mengmeng, you are so good, you can speak so much English."

"Hehehe, you are also amazing." Mengmeng Meimei replied.

They were chatting and interacting on the sidelines, but Wang Jiawen was meditating.

From Mengmeng's words, a series of pictures filled his mind.

Mengmeng was born in San Diego, less than four years old, that is nearly five years, she and her mother went back to Xiangjiang to find Mr. Zhang, could it be that they separated? Feeling broken? Is it the love and resentment of the wealthy? It seems that Mr. Zhang has some background, not simple!

He was thinking wildly for a while, and he couldn't figure out anything, but he just roughly felt something in his head.

Wang Jiawen shook his head with a smile, and threw these thoughts out of his mind, elevating Zhang Han's status a lot in his heart.

On the other side, Zhao Feng sat alone at the dining table, thought for a while, opened Liang Mengqi's WeChat, cleared his throat, and said with a hint of tenderness in his words:

"Hey, Meng Qi, when are you coming? The boss cooked four chickens for dinner today. We are lucky."

After sending it, Zhao Feng stared at the phone screen and waited.