Fu Song is not a three-year-old child. Seeing that she is silent, she can guess what she is thinking. She pinched her hand and said, "Why don't you go to New York with me to stay for a while? Just think it's a rest."

After hearing this, Xiao Zhumei's lips curled up slightly, then shook her head and said, "No, I've been missing for so many days."

Fu Song said: "You have been having vacation these days, I asked Guo Heng to help you say hello to the department. It's okay."

Xiao Zhumei turned her head and smiled, "I almost forgot. I haven't settled the score with that boy Guo Heng yet."

Seeing that she changed the subject and knew that it was useless to persuade her, Fu Song said, "It's okay not to follow me. We have to find a new place to live, so we don't go back there."

Xiao Zhumei did not refuse and nodded obediently, "I'll listen to you."

Fu Song asked: "Where do you want to live?"

Xiao Zhumei thought for a while and said, "Actually, I like Martin and his wife's house very much. They are very good and take good care of me. Hehe, and there is also little Martin. They have disappeared for several months. I miss her."

"Okay, I'll accompany you and thank you to the Martins by the way." Fu Song thought this was not bad. With more people, it was not only lively, but also safer than her living alone.

Both Martin and his wife have retired and usually have no other place to go. They usually stay at home.

Old Martin was pushing a lawn mower to repair the lawn. The lawn mower was very noisy, making his ear itchy.

Suddenly, I heard the cheerful scream of little Martin. Old Martin looked in the sound and found that little Martin was pounced on a young girl, each man and a dog were having a lot of fun.

But why does that person look familiar?

Old Martin rubbed his eyes and shouted, "Oh God, look, who is here? Our smartest and cutest sweetheart is back. Patty, see who is here?"

Mrs. Martin heard the old Martin shouting and rushed out of the house.

Xiao Zhumei squatted on the ground, rubbed Little Martin's neck, raised her head and smiled, "Madam Martin, are you okay?"

Mrs. Martin covered her mouth, "Oh, God, Xiao, is it you? Is it really you? Is my eyes not dazzled?"

Xiao Zhumei stepped forward and gave Mrs. Martin a hug, "I miss you very much."

"So too, my child, I'm very happy to see you look good. Don't stand there, come in quickly."

Old Martin threw down the lawnmower, took off his gloves and kicked it into his pocket, and strode over. He first glanced at Chrys, who was expressionless, and finally stopped at Fu Song.

"You are Xiao's boyfriend in China?"

Fu Song was stunned for a moment, and then realized that as far as he knew, since he broke up with him, Xiao Zhumei was alone. Since she said she had a boyfriend in China, she was talking about herself.

"Mr. Martin, I'm very happy to see you. My name is Fu Song, you can call me Glenn." Fu Song shook hands with Martin. The old guy's hand was strong enough that his hand hurt.

Old Martin muttered, "You are an unqualified boyfriend. You should have taught you a lesson, but for the sake of your visit to Xiao, I will forgive you."

Fu Song: “….”

Martin's house is the most common wooden single-family villa in the United States. As soon as he enters the door, he is in the living room. Mrs. Martin has already pulled Xiao Zhumei on the sofa and chatted about their topics.

"Drink?" Old Martin handed him a glass of wine, "I made it myself."

Fu Song saw a family photo on the table and asked, "Is this your son and daughter?"

Old Martin directly locked up the photo and said, "These two unfilial descendants, after they came back last month, actually wanted to send Betty and me to the nursing home. Glenn, do you think I'm old?"

Fu Song hurriedly said, "It's not old at all. If I hadn't heard Xiao talk about it, I would have thought you were in your early 50s."

Old Martin laughed loudly, and finally felt that this Chinese boy was a little pleasing to the eye. He patted his shoulder and said, "Xiao has a good vision, I'll be optimistic about you."

Fu Song clinked his glasses with him, took a sip of wine, and said, "But I think your children are kind-hearted, no matter whether you accept your old age or not, your age is all here."

Old Martin sighed and said, "But Betty and I prefer our current life. At least we have little Martin with us."

Fu Song smiled and said, "Xiao just told me that she likes you and Betty very much, so she hopes you can allow her to move back."

"Is that so good! Betty, did you hear that? Xiao is coming back to live? Oh, this is really good news, I should have another drink."

Mrs. Martin asked quickly, "Is that so good? Xiao, it's great that you can come back, thank goodness! I've kept your room for you. Let's go, I'll take you to see it."

After the matter was settled, Fu Song politely declined the invitation of Martin and his wife to stay for lunch. He and Xiao Zhumei had not had a serious meal yet, so they said they would make up for anything they wanted to do.

...

"I'm full." Xiao Zhumei touched her stomach with a red face and said embarrassedly: "I haven't eaten so much for a long time."

"Eat some more. Before going abroad, you are thinner, not. You don't have to lose weight, but you don't have to lose weight. Look, you don't have to lose weight now. There are no more places you shouldn't lose weight. In the future, eat more beef and drink more milk to raise the place..."

Xiao Zhumei looked at him with eyes and glanced around him. He had said before that his breasts were small and big butts were disproportionate, and now it was even more excessive. He said that he had no breasts anymore, and he couldn't help but be ashamed and angry, "Whoever is the biggest, you can go to whom!"

Fu Song smiled and said, "But I just like you."

"You are so thick-skinned!"

"It's okay."

Xiao Zhumei felt powerless for a moment. She seemed to have no way to do it. She could have pretended to be angry and ignored him. Now she found that this trick was useless to him and wanted to show him a cold face, but she also felt that doing so was too boring. As she thought about it, she couldn't help laughing.

Fu Song saw her laughing so hard that she trembled and said in confusion: "Why are you laughing at?"

Xiao Zhumei wiped her tears, tried hard to hold back her smile, and said, "I found that you men are really interesting. Sometimes you like big ones and sometimes you like small ones, but there is no truth in her mouth. I know what this is called? This is called schizophrenia."

Fu Song said angrily: "You are mentally ill?"

Xiao Zhumei held her cheek with her hands and said, "I'm really curious. A man kept saying that he loved you, but also told other women that he loved you. What is it that you said this is not schizophrenia? A heart is so big, split in half. Maybe there is still a third and fourth half that I don't know. What is this kind of love?"
Chapter completed!