Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

The reason why Mencius Heng was willing to stand up to clarify the rumors was because he received photos of himself being taken in and out with Song Ye. He could endure the pressure on his body, but was unwilling to let his friends be involved, so when the clarification at the banquet offered by the Meng family, this was the answer.

I never thought that the Meng family was drunk, so he caught him off guard when he came to the stage.

"Grandpa." Mencius Heng glanced over his face, stepped forward, and the figure went into the spotlight.

"Ziheng, grandpa is old, the Meng family is a foundation inherited from generation to generation, and you will also be responsible for it in the future. Tonger is the child who was the most right with you in my Meng parents, and can help you right the entire Meng family in the future. Jiye, Grandpa sincerely blesses you. "Father Meng's sincere fist on the stage, there is no old tears, and the applause of the audience is thunderous, some of which is true and some of which is sham.

Song Ye stood under the stage with a wine glass in his eyes, with the same ridicule as the others.

On the surface, Kung Fu is still old and spicy, how could Mencius Heng be the opponent of Mr. Mencius, using his ancestral heritage, the old man ’s wishes, one by one, the caps were buckled, and Mencius Heng would not be willing to oppose it on the spot attack.

"Tonger, you come up." Then, without Mencius Heng saying nothing, Father Meng looked to the right and called softly.

Everyone looked away, but after seeing the background plate of the high platform, Fu Tonger, who was graceful in aqua blue embroidered cheongsam, pulled his bun, and his eyebrows went to the high platform. He finally stood beside Mr. Meng. Alas, like a pure lotus blooming in the water.

"Well, don't say it, Fu Tonger is my grown-up, the best-looking and the most elegant lady show I have ever seen, as if it was completely customized for Ziheng. She pulled to the stage, it was not a high move. "At this time, it was the two hundred and fifty-two that Le Mingyu saw the Meng family's good means.

It was only those people who were close to Mencius who offered their sad sympathy.

Male and female, perfect match.

This is a criterion for outsiders, but no one has ever paid attention to Mencius Hengxi's dislike.

At least from the tight face of Mencius Heng, no joy can be seen for the time being, but even so, the engagement banquet introduced in advance made the guests and the guests happy.

Mencius stood on the stage and listened to thunderous applause. A pair of eyes fell on Mr. Meng, one step away, looking at him with a smile and satisfaction, and Fu Tonger's premeditated silk embroidery cheongsam. Constantly cold, empty, as if falling into a few nine cold days, snow and ice.

He was raised by his grandfather in education. When he was sitting, he started holding a brush. When someone ’s child was playing outside, he would sit in the study room and endorse it, telling him once a day, telling him that he was The hope of the entire Meng family exists for the Meng family.

His hard work became an instinct in the long time later, and even he felt that it was his responsibility to maintain the Meng family. If it wasn't for getting married, he would still haven't realized that his life would have been locked up. And this unpredictable engagement banquet gave him a heads-up drink.

The cruel facts tell him that he is not the hope of the Meng family, but a slave of the Meng family, carrying the dust of this heavy foundation destined to be sacrificed.

He stepped off the platform in such a way that he no longer remembered. When he reacted, he had curled up and sat in the corner of the corridor. He dropped a hand on his head and gently pressed his head. It was cold. The voice came, "Friends are looking for you."

Everyone is worried about you.

Mencius recovered his consciousness from the stiffness. Then he looked up at the teenager in white clothes and white pants in front of him. It seemed that he was not used to making such a soothing gesture. Her posture was twisted a little, but she patted his head. Then he put his hand back in his pocket and stood quietly beside him.

Without extra care and comfort, Mencius Heng also knows that Song Ye is not good at this way, but at this moment, compared with Gu Yitong who is embarrassed, Song Ye's silent companionship makes him feel more at ease and also retains a few Distressing dignity.

After wiping his face, he helped the wall and stand up again, and moved his numb legs and feet. His face had recovered calmly. "Let's go." No matter when and where he was, Mencius could not Let outsiders read the joke.

Sixteen-year-olds have actually shouldered a lot on their small shoulders.

He is not as unrestrained and fearless as Song Ye, and Song Ye could not understand his shackles and heavy before.

It was only this time that he saw it, and when the right returned to him, he matched Lu Siyu's friendship.

"If you want to leave the Meng family, I can help you." Song Ye stood still without moving, the cold voice was especially clear in the silent aisle.

Mencius Heng, who was walking in front of him, was a little surprised, and remembered the inexplicable words that Song Ye had in the wild that day.

"Do you really have this ability?" In the past, he might disregard such rhetoric, but during this period of time, Song Ye still knows how much he is.

If she is not sure, she will never shoot.

Song Ye is a man of words.

"At least in Shishi, I can still be the master." Song Ye told the truth, but in fact, looking at the whole Luo province, she can be considered as a cover.

But such humble rhetoric surprised Mencius, hesitated, and asked, "What if I want to win the Meng family?"

Song Ye raised his eyebrows and put his hands in his pants pockets.

This answer is arrogant, and can even be said to be arrogant, but for no apparent reason, Mencius Heng believed her.

He always felt that Song Ye wasn't as simple as it seemed. Even Wang Qianqian's identity often showed a jealous look to Song Ye. He was not a fool, and how could he not detect the strangeness in it.

Thinking of the ups and downs of this period of time, the respected grandfather for many years today, Mencius looked steadily, clenched his fists and said, "I want to win the Meng family at any cost."

Song Ye admired his non-escaping attitude. He stepped forward and walked over, stood by his side, and said a little, "Dormant, sometimes for better counterattack."

Blindly twisting the neck and not lowering your head will only make the neck tighter and tighter, and smart people will know how to follow the trend.