Chapter 89

Mrs. Meng had an awkward expression, she quietly pulled on Old Master Meng's sleeves: "It's been so long, why are you still mentioning the past? Oh right, Shao Ting, why didn't Man Jun go down to eat breakfast? "

However, Meng Shaoting acted as if he had not heard the words of the Mrs. Meng, and still stood there silently, his originally handsome face now had a hint of unspeakable gloominess. He tightened the corners of his mouth, and his tall and big body seemed to be nailed there, not moving an inch.

Seeing him like that, Mrs. Meng could not help but jump, then quickly put down the newspaper and walked in front of him, "Shao Ting, what happened to you?"

"Mom, when Mister Fu passed away, why didn't our family go and hang themselves?"

Meng Shaoting slowly opened his mouth, and when his calm voice reached the end, it faintly trembled that was difficult to detect.

Furthermore, he had never once let Fu Zhengze down in any way, and had always treated him extremely well. But now, it had been more than four years, and he was no longer in the world, so he, the former son-in-law, actually did not even know about it.

"What are you talking about? When Fu Zhengze died, the Fu Family fell in a single night, it was too late for his family and friends to hide, Mother gave Fu Jingzhi a cheque worth a total of 5 million. Furthermore, you all were already divorced at that time, Mother did it for you guys and it can be considered as your benevolence! "

When he heard Mrs. Meng mention the five million cheque, Meng Shaoting couldn't help but feel a stinging pain in his heart. As matters stood, he recalled how she had ruthlessly abandoned their child for the sake of five million.

He knew that taking away this child was her only way out, because at that time, he was already together with Man Jun. He had already made up his mind that he wouldn't take her, but seeing how easily she took care of this child still made him unable to control his anger.

The reason was simply because she had stolen the control of the matter. He was used to giving orders to her, accustomed to listening to her every word, accustomed to her docility and loveliness. Therefore, he was not satisfied with her final rejection.

If time could be reversed, what would he do if he knew the child was pregnant before she was knocked out?

Isn't it the same result? He still didn't want the child, because by then he had decided to abandon the mother, so why should he keep the child to influence his next marriage?

He wasn't willing to accept this, but she didn't care.

There were many times when Meng Shaoting had dreamt of the last time they would meet. He was quietly sitting there and leisurely told him that his child had fallen.

He would always be covered in cold sweat as he woke up from his dream. He didn't understand why she would be able to receive a cheque worth five million yuan just like she had wished. However, her eyes were still filled with deep sorrow and despair when she looked at him that day.

So much so that when she looked at him one last time, it was as if her eyes were carved into his bones, and she could not forget it no matter what.

"Shao Ting, what happened is already more than four years ago, stop thinking about it. Our Meng Family does not owe them even a little bit of the Fu Family, so you don't have to blame yourself, huh? Man Jun is almost downstairs, don't let her not be happy to see you like this. "

Mrs. Meng said as he pulled Meng Shaoting to sit at the dining table. He poured a cup of milk and handed him a cup, "Drink some milk, don't drink coffee early in the morning, the milk will nourish your stomach …"

As the Mrs. Meng spoke, Meng Shaoting was suddenly stunned. During the few times they ate breakfast, she would also pour him a cup of milk and give him the same words.

As long as it was something related to her, he would always think of her. Mom was right, he did not owe her from start to finish, but why did he come to Los Angeles for so long, without any plans to separate from Man Jun? Yet, he was always affected by her?

Meng Shaoting sat there, the glass in his hand gradually cooling down, but he had not taken a single sip. During the few months of marriage, had she also watched the milk in front of him cool down bit by bit, and then his heart had also followed suit?

It was undeniable that she liked him well, but from beginning to end, he had not been moved at all. He did not sink. Suddenly, his mind went blank.

He placed his cup down, and spoke to Mrs. Meng who had a face full of worry: "Mom, I'll go to work first. When Man Jun comes downstairs, remember to let her eat breakfast, or else her stomach will hurt again."

Seeing him being so considerate, the Mrs. Meng was very pleased, and she even helped him to straighten his collar: "Go on, look at you and Man Jun being so good, Mom is really happy. Oh right, Shao Ting, you and Man Jun have been together for so many years, and the marriage is already set, let's hurry up and choose a good day to tie the knot."

Meng Shaoting did not comment, and only lowered his head slightly. After a while, he slowly replied, "I understand mother, I will call Uncle Shen tomorrow to discuss the date of the wedding."

"That's right, I see you're already 28. Mom and you …" Dad is waiting to carry his grandson. "

Mrs. Meng was elated. Seeing his most beloved son continue to live according to his most satisfied plan, how could she not be happy in her heart?

After Meng Shaoting heard the Mrs. Meng's last sentence, he trembled slightly. In a trance, he thought to himself that if he and Jingzhi's child were still alive, they would have already sweetly called out for their parents, running back and forth from their side.

Lightly shaking his head, Meng Shaoting cleared away all the messy thoughts he had and walked out the door.

opened the car door and got off, after taking a few steps he saw the person standing in front of him. The gloomy expression on his face was swept away, and with a slight smirk, he said: "What's the wind today? Why would Big Bro condescend to come to my little place? "

Meng Shaoqian looked at him with his bottomless eyes that seemed to possess intelligence. With a slight flash, the light quickly turned into a deep pool again. He gave a calm laugh and said, "Second Brother, if your grand estate is still called a small place, then my Wei Heng will not be able to make it onto the stage!"

"Brother, if you say so, then you are being too modest. Looking at the Chinese people in Los Angeles, who doesn't know Meng Shaoqian and Wei Heng's names?" Meng Shaoting's tone seemed to be full of flattery, but his smiling expression was not in his eyes. He took a step forward, "Big Brother, after you."

Meng Shaoqian did not hold back, he directly walked forward, the two brothers were walking shoulder to shoulder, to others, it looked like they were extremely close. Secret.

Wei Heng is just an old business of the Meng Family, it's all thanks to the ancestors. I am just enjoying the benefits from his work, but you are different. As Meng Shaoqian spoke, he looked at Meng Shaoting with an unintentional smile. Then, he reached out and patted his shoulder, "Looks like this Meng Family will have to rely on you in the future."

Instead, he changed it to a serious and serious expression. He stopped his steps, and spoke respectfully: "Big brother's words are wrong, you are big brother, the heavy burden of Meng Family is naturally on big brother, Shao Ting's heart is not here, he just wants to do some things that he likes."

There seemed to be some emotion in Meng Shaoqian's eyes, he then patted Meng Shaoting's shoulders lightly: "You can play around outside, but sooner or later you will have to come back and inherit everything in the Meng Family. Father is already this old, so don't worry too much, I also need a helper.

These words were said with complete sincerity, and even Meng Shaoting was moved when he heard them, "Big Brother …"

"Let's go." Meng Shaoqian seemed to be very satisfied with his reaction. The gloomy expression on his face relaxed a little, and a faint smile hung on it.

Meng Shaoqian symbolically walked around the company building, praising it from time to time or giving some relatively good suggestions. From start to finish, Meng Shaoting maintained a respectful expression, and no one didn't listen attentively to what he said.

When it was almost noon, Meng Shaoting sent his big brother out, and walked him to the nearby car. The driver opened the car door, and just as Meng Shaoqian was about to bend over to enter, he suddenly stopped moving.

Meng Shaoting was still calm as ever. He knew that the main event that Meng Shaoqian had suddenly come to find him for today was about to begin.

"Brother, is there anything else?" Both of Meng Shaoting's hands were in the pockets of his thin windbreaker. That face was young and unruly, and although it hid all of its ambition and untamed, Meng Shaoqian could still tell from one of his eyes and one of his tone.

"Last week, I went to Paris on a business trip and met with people from the Fu Family." Meng Shaoqian said unhurriedly. He lit up a cigarette, took a puff and stuck it between his slender fingers without moving.

Meng Shaoting's brows twitched, "Oh? Big Brother wants to say something. "