The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 375 The Unsolved Divorce Case (1)
Although the old Meng's family never had any Western festivals, the habit of counting Mao every month has not changed. It coincides with New Year's Day, and Meng Zixiao has to go back to celebrate the New Year.

The three-day long vacation started on Friday night, the streets were jammed, and the cheerful Happy New Year songs were interlaced with the sound of horns one after another. The black Maybach was as elegant as a leopard, but it could only crawl around in the traffic.

After waiting for a long time at the red light, Meng Zixiao lowered the car window, took out the cigarette and matches from the locker, sparks ignited with a sizzling sound, the man lit the cigarette elegantly, flicked the match and extinguished it, the car fell into darkness again, but it was like dawn There is a light mist.

In the past few years, he didn't go home very often. His sister Meng Weiting resigned from her university job and stayed away from City B, and the family was deserted.Almost every time I go back to the compound, my mother has to talk about it with snot and tears, what evil did the old Meng family do, they are full of children and grandchildren, even the Tang family has a cute fat grandson, she is still worrying about them The marriage of the siblings.

At the beginning, Meng Zixiao rolled his eyes and retorted: "It's because you guys are free and messing around." As soon as the words came out, the old lady's tears couldn't be stopped like a faucet turned on, "I really owe you two sisters! , I am so old and still stop and stop, let me save my worry, who is not a parent for the good of their children..."

Meng Zixiao was overwhelmed when he heard that, but he never talked back again.In the past two years, I thought that the old lady had figured it out. She went to dance and learn to paint from time to time, and lived a full and contented old life without grandchildren.But who would have thought that they were just going to broaden the channels, and they would know what was going on from the thicker and thicker piles of girls' photos on the coffee table every time they went home.

"This is your Uncle Sun's niece, that's Grandpa Wang's granddaughter, look at this, I just came back from studying abroad..."

Meng Zixiao was so annoyed that he couldn't help but confess last year: "Mom, I haven't left Concubine Ye yet, so don't encourage me to commit a crime."

The old lady was stunned, and the words she hadn't finished were suddenly stuffed in her throat, her mouth opened as if she could swallow an egg, and she choked out a sentence for a long time: "You...you, what did you say?!"

"I said that Concubine Ye and I haven't divorced yet."

"But...but..."

Meng Zixiao smiled silently.Thanks to the family's black cat "Sheriff", he suddenly felt that the accident was fine, at least his ears were much cleaner when he went back and forth to the compound this year.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the compound. Meng Zixiao drove the car through two checkpoints. The guard at the gate saw the familiar license plate, saluted and let him go.Meng Zixiao lightly stepped on the accelerator, and the car passed through the alley between Guohuai and stopped in front of a single-family courtyard.

After entering the house, the dining table was already full of his favorite dishes, and his parents and old nanny Aunt Liu sat in the living room without eating, Meng Zixiao frowned, "Didn't you say don't wait for me in traffic jams?" ?”

"Come in, Xiaozi, is it cold outside? Look at you child, why are you wearing so little?!" Aunt Liu hurriedly got up and asked him to sit down. He never treated her as an outsider.

In fact, there are heaters in the car and the house, and Meng Zixiao was sweating a little. He took off the overcoat that looked thin in Aunt Liu's eyes, hung it on the coat rack in the entrance, and said with a smile, "It's not cold, I'm going to wash my hands. You guys eat first."

The old man withdrew his eyes from the "Focus Interview" that was being broadcast on TV, glanced at him coldly, and said in a majestic and indifferent voice: "I know that today's holiday may be blocked, so I don't want to advance earlier!"

Fang Jingru stared back quickly: "Oh, Lao Meng, how can you predict the traffic jam, and you don't have to say a few words."

(End of this chapter)