Chapter 227 Mrs. Lu is a little embarrassed

Song Lingluo hasn’t found an excuse. The middle-aged woman who was waiting for her in the fast room greeted her enthusiastically: “Mrs. Lu, what a coincidence, come in quickly and let’s eat together.”

Song Lingluo didn't expect to meet acquaintances here, thinking that if Zi Yi knew that she was Lu Jingye's mother and kept testing her, she would definitely be very angry.

Song Lingluo became a little embarrassed inexplicably.

But at this moment, Ziyi's mobile phone rang suddenly.

Zi Yi took out her mobile phone and took a look, and said to Song Lingluo: "Sister Song, I'll answer the phone."

After speaking, turn around and walk outside.

Song Lingluo breathed a sigh of relief when she looked at Ziyi walking outside.

Looking at Xiao Zi’s reaction, I shouldn’t find Mrs. Ouyang calling me, right?

But thinking that her temptation might be exposed later, she regretted calling Zi Yi over today.

When Song Lingluo was in a dilemma, Ouyang Yu looked at Ziyi who was holding her mobile phone to answer the phone, her face changed. She whispered to Mrs. Ouyang, "Mother, that woman is Ziyi, what should we do? Come with Mrs. Lu?"

Ms. Ouyang was a little bit in her heart when she saw Zi Yi, thinking that Mrs. Lu brought a woman here today, thinking that her plan would be ruined.

But when she heard that it was Ziyi, she felt relieved. She raised her hand and patted Ouyang Yu's hand, and said in no rush: "Don't worry, Mrs. Lu brought that woman here, not necessarily because she likes her. "

"Really?"

"Is it true? I'll find out after the temptation."

Song Lingluo finally decided to say hello to Ouyang’s mother and daughter first, so she felt bad if she suddenly pierced through it.

Thinking of this, she stepped in and walked in.

....

Zi Yi answered the phone call from the energy company she acquired. She had already handed over it online before, but some things must be discussed in person.

The people over there asked her if she had time to go there in person.

Zi Yi will definitely pass, but not in the last few days, she just talked to the other side, she will send someone there first, and then hung up the phone.

Putting away the phone, Zi Yi stood there for two or three minutes before walking towards the room.

At this time, Song Lingluo and Ouyang’s mother and daughter did not sit at the same table.

Only Mrs. Ouyang was talking to Song Lingluo.

Song Lingluo vaguely mentioned after entering that they should not reveal that she was Lu Jingye’s mother in front of Zi Yi, and Mrs. Ouyang knew what she wanted to do.

This is even more interesting to her. She was still thinking about how to trick Song Lingluo into the back mountain. Now that Zi Yi came in, she deliberately said: "Mrs. Song, it’s okay in the afternoon. Why don’t we go to the back mountain for this season." A lot of fruits are ripe. It's rare to eat such fresh fruits. Why don't we go pick some together?"

There is a large fruit forest on the back mountain of the temple. There are a lot of fruits in this season, all of which belong to the scope of the temple, and there is no danger.

Song Lingluo thought that when everyone would go their separate ways, it would not be so embarrassing.

She nodded: "Yes."

Zi Yi walked in at this moment, and the two of them ended the conversation.

Song Lingluo said to Ziyi who came by: "Xiao Zi, the temple is full of vegetarian dishes. You can taste it. Although the taste is lighter, it is very healthy."

Zi Yi nodded, and sat down to eat with her.

As for the eyes that Ouyang mother and daughter secretly looked at, she pretended not to see it.

After eating, the four of them walked towards the back mountain.

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