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Chapter 332 Meng Yujiao is already dead

It happened that Wang Ma passed by behind her.

Meng Yao turned her head slightly stiffly: "What's going on?"

She pointed to the wall, and the wall was full of close-up photos of Meng Yao winning awards, decorated with exquisite photo frames.This is a very conspicuous location, you can almost see it when you step into the living room.

"This..." Before Wang Ma could answer, she heard a deeper voice: "What's wrong?"

Rong Yan had already walked downstairs, carrying a briefcase in his hand.

"This..." Meng Yao pointed to the wall: "What's going on here?"

Rong Yan raised her eyebrows, and glanced at the photos hanging on the wall with satisfaction.

The woman in the photo has a confident and bright smile, her dark eyes seem to be dotted with starlight, and a black gemstone on the left earlobe is shining brightly.

Xia Yansen did a pretty good job.

"Don't you like it?" Rong Yan pointed to the wall on the other side, where there were paintings and calligraphy works of famous people. "You can hang there next time."

His eyes circled around: "There are still many places."

Meng Yao scratched her head: "Is it a little too conspicuous and ostentatious? These photos are hung here, and I'm not that capable."

Rong Yan has worked hard in the mall for many years, and the honors he has won needless to say, the awards he has won cannot be compared with him, but he hangs the photo of himself winning the award in the most conspicuous position...

"How come?" He raised his eyebrows: "I wish I could hang it in the most conspicuous position, so that I can see it when I enter the living room."

Meng Yao looked back, there are many photos hanging in modern homes, most of them are some life photos and photos of Meng Yao winning awards, she didn't think it was strange, but now looking at this place, she felt a little strange in her heart.

Rong Yan looked down at her watch: "There is a meeting starting soon, I will leave first."

Meng Yao was absent-minded: "Go and do your work."

Rong Yan turned around suddenly, he looked at Meng Yao: "Wait at home for me to come back."

For some reason, Meng Yao always felt that he emphasized "home".

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

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As soon as Meng Qingqing entered the door, she was told that Rong Qin was not in a good mood, so she was told to comfort her carefully.

Meng Qingqing froze while holding the bag, and then slowly let go. She moved closer to Andre: "Uncle Andre, what's wrong with Dad?"

Andre's light green eyes were also stained with a bit of sadness: "In short, it's quite bad news, you'd better go and see for yourself."

Meng Qingqing's expression darkened, and she walked upstairs again.

Suddenly Andre stopped her: "Let him be alone for many years, and there are very few trustworthy people around. You are his daughter, and I hope you can always be by his side."

"He has only one daughter."

Meng Qingqing paused, and then turned her head as if nothing had happened. She smiled slightly, as docile as Andre remembered.

"Of course, thank you, Uncle Andrey."

Andre recalled the photos that Rong Qin had treasured for a long time, Meng Qingqing naturally resembled that woman, it was her personality...

He remembered the story Rong Qin once told, and his personality was probably not the same on both sides.

Meng Qingqing straightened up unconsciously, and stepped up step by step.

An unknown anxiety lingered in her heart, she always felt that Rong Qin was beating and testing her, and more than once.

Rong Qin is too shrewd, it is not an ordinary trouble to deal with it.

Meng Qingqing let out a deep breath, she asked the servant that Rong Qin had been sitting in the study all afternoon.

Meng Qingqing knocked on the door, and Rong Qin's voice came from inside immediately, a little more gloomy than before, making people breathless.

When I opened the door, I smelled a strong and pungent smell of wine. The smell of several kinds of wine was entangled, and the original mellow aroma had long been lost.

Meng Qingqing walked in cautiously, and she had already put on a caring expression: "Dad, what's wrong with you? I heard from Uncle Andre that you have been feeling uncomfortable today."

Rong Qin likes to be tidy, and as his favorite place to stay, the study is naturally spotless, but at the moment there are large stains on the expensive carpet, which seem to be spilled from wine, and there are a few pieces of broken glass not far away. sharp.

Meng Qingqing suppressed the surprise in her heart and walked around the mess.

"Are you here?" Rong Qin was sitting at the desk, with several bottles of spirits in front of him.

His mood didn't seem abnormal, but his eyes were red and his voice was soft and abnormal.

Meng Qingqing couldn't restrain her scalp numbness, but still walked over bravely: "Drinking so much alcohol is not good for your health, you can't drink any more, if you have anything to do, Dad, you can talk to me, Qingqing will definitely help you of."

Rong Qin beckoned, motioning for Meng Qingqing to sit beside him.

"Do you miss your mother?"

This is a sudden and blunt topic.

Meng Qingqing lowered her eyes lightly: "Of course I miss her. Without her, there would be no me. I will always miss her..."

Rong Qin laughed abruptly, but when he looked closely, he found that there was no trace of a smile on his face: "Just today, I learned a very bad news..."

His smile was exaggerated, and it became more distorted: "The person I have been looking for for so many years has died long ago, and I don't know where the tomb was built..."

"Everyone has lied to me and lied to me for countless years..." His voice was filled with gritted hatred.

Rong Qin felt that his consciousness was getting out of control, and he couldn't accept this fact.

Before looking for her, he had imagined countless possibilities and made countless coping plans.He even thought that she would be surrounded by children and grandchildren since she was cruel and heartless, but who would have thought that the truth is that she died more than 20 years ago...

It turned out that it wasn't that she didn't want to make phone calls or send emails, it was just because she was dead, she died a long time ago...

He would rather her children and grandchildren be happy and happy.

With a loud noise, another wine bottle burst open on the floor, and the red wine was like sticky blood.

Meng Qingqing was startled, and trembling uncontrollably when she saw Rong Qin's fierce eyes, she suppressed the scream in her throat.

Who would have thought that Meng Yujiao would have died long ago.

But it's good to die, lest he suddenly appear and cause trouble for himself.

Her brain was running fast, and she quickly made a heartbroken and unbearable look, and even staggered back a step: "How could it be like this..."

Rong Qin's face was still calm, as if he wasn't the one who just dropped the wine bottle: "How many impressions do you have about her? She must love you very much, right?"

Only then did Meng Qingqing regain her senses: "She loves me very much, and will give me anything good. I always like to follow her closely. Who would have thought..."

She was immersed in the fun of her own fabrication, but she didn't notice that Rong Qin's eyes were cooling down bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)