Beloved Marriage in High Society

He Wei is indeed the mother of the top family of Haicheng, but not all the mothers and sons of the mothers will be harmonious. She and the family are the family, and they cannot see each other.

However, precocious, early in the family, the only thing she can handle is his marriage.

Help him find a smart woman who looks good in the background. This kind of obviously helps him and adds something to her. She will never do it. But she will not do anything that gives a clear message on the face, and the identity of the illegitimate child is quite equivalent to her.

And she has always been provocative, not because those illegitimate children are not good enough, on the contrary, they are too good, too good.

Before picking up Meng Pu, in fact, she was more optimistic about Su Shi's illegitimate son Susie Yu, Meng Yu is stupid, is a waste, he is a demon, is a work, is four years older than Meng Hao, eat and drink gambling, attract bees, His reputation in the circle is no better than Meng Yide.

Of course, he is better than Meng Hao’s life. He loves him, protects him, treats him as a baby, and makes him more and more, and more and more lawless.

She wanted to get past the chicken flying dog, the days of irritability, but when the marriage was about to be settled, Susie suddenly became better, and she went up, and also won the eyes of the old lady of Sujia, her reputation improved. It’s strange to be satisfied with this.

Feng Zejiao faintly knows what He Yan’s mind is. When he learned that Meng’s family just happened to be a “waste” like Meng Hao, he moved his mind and took the person back, and he negotiated with He Wei, and the result was almost It can be said that it is a hit.

Although Mengshi is also a veteran family of Haicheng, compared with Yu's, it is still a grade. With an illegitimate child and a marriage, it is the place where Meng Laozi can't find where he is unwilling.

As for the squatting there, there is no reason to solve it by looking at her.

Feng Zejiao and He Wei were scattered in this flower arrangement room, each time returning to each family, and each reported their "good news."

In the case of Meng Jia, nature is really good news, but for Yan, it is not necessary. Just like He Yan, defining her relationship with him is as clear as her heart.

"So be it."

He stood upright and stood up. After he finished the phone call, he turned around and looked at the birth mother who had never had a knock on the door. He Wei. He Yan’s face is a gentle smile that is used to it, and he is indifferent, and he is unwilling to pretend to be indifferent.

If the mother and the child are like a family, he wants to add to the situation everywhere, but he always does not care much, or is cold-eyed, watching He Wei continue to cross his bottom line, and then completely break when he is unwilling to tolerate.

He Yi, who is only one meter sixty-five, only reaches the height of his shoulder. The nine-headed body, with his body proportion, goes to the entertainment circle or the fashion world, enough to sweep a male star and a male model. What is even more rare is that he is long. It’s not bad, it’s the momentum of the body. Faced with him, in general, it’s hard to notice the other.

His twilight sinks slightly, and He has a feeling of being cold and looking down. The anger and resentment in his heart are two points stronger, but the gentle smile on the face has not dissipated.

"I know that you are not satisfied with Susie Yu. I am not reluctant to you. This is the seven young masters of the Meng family. They look good and have good temper," He said, handing a photo printed shortly to the party. Then added another sentence, "I see it very well."

His eyes glanced over the photos, but he did not take them. Instead, he turned and sat down on the main seat of the study. The powerful momentum was even more divergent. The indifferent dawn became sharp, that is. I also had to be shocked and jumped, and it was a long silence. He said, "Yes."

It’s as if she thinks it, but what kind of feeling is blocked in her heart, and there is no meaning to disperse it. In many cases "You like it, then that's it."

There is still nothing to say, He Yan put the photo on the table, then turned and left, eager to step, seems to be suppressing something.

He Yan walked out, and the phone call was redialed again.

"I want all the information of Meng Jiameng."

Meng Hao did not know that he could do so quickly. After those people left his room, he fell asleep on the bed and was finally awakened by a similar dream. However, he was basically used to his sleep, but he was uncomfortable. Also helpless.

At the moment, he still has a more urgent problem to solve. He is hungry. Apart from the two boiled eggs he eats in the school cafeteria in the morning, he has not entered the rice in this day. He is seventeen or eight years old. He is still a long body. It’s boring.

He put on his clothes and pulled the door open, but a 30-year-old maid guarded him at the door and straightened up to his sight.

Meng Hao’s eyes, the frustration of unsuccessful foraging, came to his face. He took a long time to open his mouth. “What?”

The Meng family is really terrible. It doesn't even make people eat enough, and let a person stare at him at the door. He pondered that he was hungry for a few days, it is estimated that it will not be more than three days, but within three days, can he marry and eat enough?

In the reason why Meng Hao was anxious to marry, he added a strong desire to eat.

The maid smiled at Meng Hao very carefully. "The big lady wants to see you."

"Okay," Meng Hao nodded and followed her. The man had to bow his head under the eaves, even though he was hungry.

In fact, Feng Zejiao has nothing to see Meng Meng. Although his marriage is settled, he still has to find a suitable time to announce it. She just can't help but want to see Meng Hao. By the way, she has her own self. Credit.

"I just got home, can I still live happily?"

Meng Hao endured the urge to hold his abdomen and hesitated and nodded.

Feng Zejiao hooked the corner of the mouth and knew that he was because of the stupidity of He Wei, and there was nothing to dislike at the moment. She covered her face and said, "There is a party tomorrow night, you go with me."

"If you don't have to be nervous, let me see you."

"Good... well," Meng said nod. He did not reject the position and reason.

Meng Xi’s words are really few, that is, people are pleasing to the eye, Feng Zejiao can’t always put down his body and find out what she said. She looked at Meng Hao again and then raised her hand. “You go back.”

"Yes," Meng Hao nodded and turned away, simply.

Out of this small hall, it is still the house where the 30-year-old maid sent him back.

When Meng Hao pushed the door, he stepped back and looked back. The maid was still standing in front of her and waiting for his position. Meng Hao deeply felt the feeling of grievances, then turned back and pushed the door in. Close the door.

Isn't it just to be hungry? He resists. He didn't have to endure hungry before.

This is actually Meng Zhong’s neglect, the rules of eating “out of date” in the old house. He should talk to Meng Yu on the way. Meng Meng’s journey to the world, his cold waiting and neglect, is not a bit. A little bit, he picked what he thought he had to say, and he didn't mention anything like this kind of meal.

But he couldn't have expected that Meng Hao would be like this... A gluttonous feeling that Meng Jia was deliberately not giving him food, deliberately starving him.

Of course, according to Meng's own logic, there is nothing strange about this. He used to be "useful" and could not be treated well. Now it is "waste". It is normal to be hungry and hungry. And this is not only his logic, but the logic he is forced to infuse him.

At 5:30 in the morning, Meng Hao woke up on time, then found the sportswear in his new clothes pile and put it out. The maid was gone, Meng Haosong breathed, but he had not gone down the stairs. There was a man with a bodyguard who blocked the road and then smashed him.

"I am going to run."

In the closed high school, every day, both men and women must run, more than ten laps. Once they have not run enough, the food of this day will be worse. Meng Hao has always ran the most in order to have enough food.

After he was out of his life, he subconsciously rejected everything he had experienced there. The university ran for a year, and then he was busy with school. He didn’t run anymore. It was even more so in the test base. He felt that he "Overworked to die", the Meng family accounted for part of the reason, and there is himself, neglecting exercise.

Now that he is back to the Meng family, he does not intend to fall down. He eats Meng’s meal. He has some guilty conscience. It is himself who can exercise sweating. He does not feel that there is anything to tweak.

The man really opened the way, Meng Hao came to the flower garden in front of the house, began to run along the path, the entire Meng family occupied a huge area, next to the flower garden is a small forest, running around the outermost road, he still It took ten laps to stop, and after running back, it was an hour.

He went back to the room and took a shower. He put on another white shirt and jeans and went downstairs. With the instinct of the "rice bucket", he found the kitchen. The kitchen girl was not bad. He thought that Meng Hao was the servant of the Meng family. Feel free to point to the side of the table.

"There are sandwiches and milk over there, take it yourself."

When Meng Jiameng’s father started early, several chefs were very busy at this time. They simply did not care about anyone.

Meng Hao is also very good to send, he took two sandwiches, two bottles of milk, returned to the room, eat the next one, left one for lunch, there is a banquet in the evening, there should be food.

Thinking of this, Meng Hao’s eyes are bright and bright with green light.

Wen Shu did not eat breakfast for a long time in Meng Hao. He came, not only himself, but also several people behind him. Then Meng Meng was tossed again from beginning to end, and then was dragged to make up many banquets. Common sense.

Can look at his slightly confused eyes, Wen Shu knows that this evil is not enough to make up.

At about 5 pm, Meng Hao was asked to go downstairs. He and Feng Zejiao took a car and went to the banquet's family. It was said that he was the mother of his uncle, that is, Feng Zejiao's family, her family had a birthday. Not only will she and Meng Hao go from the old house, but her oldest son will also pass.

Counting Meng Meng should also be the father of the old man Li Yifei, but he is an illegitimate child, never been raised by the other side, and now she is the marriage that she brought to the bridge, Meng Hao can not Count the people over there.

Feng Zejiao swept Meng Xi's eyes. The exquisite suit was not as refined as his appearance. She thought about it and took it for granted. If Meng Xi's mother did look good that year, she would not let Meng Yide want to make a divorce.

Meng family only has the eldest son Meng Yihang is her son, the other two children and one woman are born in the second room Li Yifei, and she endured this tone of "peace" to get along for so many years, just in time for the old man to promise her, the Meng family The location is left to her son Meng Yihang.

But the man can believe, the sow can go to the tree, this product has to be their own to fight for more appropriate, Feng Zejiao has not believed in the promise of Meng Laozi to her.

The nobles of the family are naturally the forces that they should draw together. If they are so strange that they are strange, she actually wants her Xianger to marry her family. How can she say that it is also a master mother? s position.

It’s been seen for a long time, and Meng Hao finally looked up at Feng Zejiao. “Are you having something?”

Feng Zejiao heard her eyes back and then smiled. "I will show you the uncles in a while, they are all family, you don't have to be nervous."

"Okay," Meng said nod. He only felt nervous when faced with various strange courses, and everything else was fine. Right now.

Meng Yu’s words are few, but it’s still obedient. Feng Zejiao can’t produce any dissatisfaction, and she took him to the party for the purpose of not only wanting to win him, but also want to tell Li Yifei, Meng Hao is already her big house. .

Of course, Li Yifei did not pay much attention to them. If Meng Hao could not be seen by He Wei, he could not find much special value.

After getting out of the car, it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon. Looking at this brightly lit courtyard, Meng Hao once again felt the tension of losing. He came with the idea of ​​eating and eating, and he did not know the banquet. There are so many things for him to eat.

With the troubles of the fans and the tension of the fans, Meng Hao followed Feng Zejiao into the Gu Family Courtyard.

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