sinovels Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Meng Yunjie plays a pivotal role in the book.
The heir to the real power of the Meng family, and the loving father who loves Meng Chu the most in the book, Meng Chu can pluck all the stars in the sky for him.
This time, there was an episode in the business in City C, which made him come back after a long delay, and hurried back to Meng's house.
"Father!" Seeing the figure at the door, Meng Chu quickly burst into tears and threw himself into the other's arms, "Didn't you agree that I would pick you up at the airport? Why didn't you tell me when you came back early?"
"Why are you willing to work hard for you?" Meng Yunjie stroked Meng Chu's hair with a smile.
Meng Jiao and Meng Zhenhua looked at each other, and Meng Jiao imitated Meng Chu's overly mellow tone.
"Grandpa~"
Meng Zhenhua almost vomited.
"Shouldn't you tell me why I'm willing to make you hard?" Meng Jiao resumed his tone, "Looking at your eyes, I thought you were envious of this kind of family affection and wanted you to experience it."
Meng Zhenhua didn't say directly that his eyes were actually full of confusion like the question mark of an old man on the subway, but just sneered: "If you want to act in a play, go find your father."
Chen Hongxin, who was caught by the cue, was shocked all over, and he waved his hands quickly: "Don't dare."
"dad."
After talking about the past with Meng Chu, Meng Yunjie walked up to Meng Zhenhua.
Meng Yunjie's appearance is not bad, an elegant middle-aged man, this face often appears on the front pages of newspapers in city A about well-known entrepreneurs.
"En." Meng Zhenhua nodded his head as a response, and the relationship between the father and son was obvious.
"Hongxin and Xiaojiao are here too." Meng Yunjie didn't have any special reaction because of the old man's indifference, and greeted the other two with a smile.
Yuanshen had always been afraid of this uncle, and kept away from him. Meng Jiao's indifference was not outrageous.
Chen Hongxin was beyond Meng Jiao's expectation, instead of being a dog licker like before, he exchanged a few polite greetings.
The last time Meng Jiao scolded Chen Hongxin to tears, he went back and reflected for a long time.
Although Meng Jiao was fierce, Chen Hongxin was deeply alerted by the sentence "go to prison for Dafang". After all, he cherished his life very much.
Moreover, his project has been followed up for more than half, it is impossible to give up halfway, and it is useless to lick Meng Yunjie, so he naturally cools down.
Meng Yunjie also felt the surprise in that attitude. Surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't take it to heart.
"What about the old age?" he asked.
Meng Jinyan answered him with an interesting tone: "He's been very busy recently, maybe he's about to move out."
"Really, it's good. The younger generation should work harder. You two should communicate sometime." Meng Yunjie made a summary of family and everything.
As soon as Meng Yunjie came back, Meng Chu seemed to have found his backbone, his face looked a lot ruddy, and he was like a bird jumping around every day.
The daily meal time is the part of the family drama of the father and son's loving father and son.Meng Jiao and Meng Zhenhua sat in it, like two spectators making up the numbers.
Chen Hongxin is an out-and-out grassroots, but because the wind on both sides of the wall is evenly matched, he temporarily became a wall-rider, and was afraid that he would get stuck in the crotch, so he worked harder to live on the construction site, encouraging himself to become the No. .1.
Any turmoil in the Meng family doesn't really have much impact on Meng Jiao, but the old man and this son are not on good terms. Apart from school tasks, he just quarrels with the old man every day, making the old man so angry that he forgets to talk to his son. Make a fuss.
It's just that sometimes, he can't help gossiping: "Grandpa, do you hate your son so much?"
All these details are not mentioned in the original work.
The shoulders were massaged by Meng Jiao, Meng Zhenhua was short of hands, so he had to say a word awkwardly: "Being a man has a bottom line, don't imitate him."
After further questioning, it was probably because the old man felt that Meng Yunjie's business philosophy was inconsistent with him and was too radical, so the father and son broke up.
"Okay." Meng Jiao said, "Don't be sad, I won't go disco for a while, I'll take you to run at night to forget your troubles."
One of the motivations for the old man to stay at home is that although Meng Jiao is not interested in his hobbies, he knows a little about everything, or he is not good at it but is quick to learn and is willing to try new things.
Although he always dislikes Meng Jiao, who doesn't like a sweet-talking, intelligent, filial and affectionate grandson, he is now the envy of many old men.
"You want to sneak out to eat at the roadside stall at night." The old man was very satisfied, but his mouth was unforgiving, exposing Meng Jiao's little thoughts.
Not to mention, he was also hungry for the baked sweet potato skin last time.
Seeing that Meng Zhenhua was in a much better mood, Meng Jiao also heaved a sigh of relief, but he still gave life advice: "Hey, old man, if you really feel annoyed, then go on a trip."
Meng Zhenhua was silent: "I'll think about it."
The evening run went very well.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the grandpa and grandson wiped the oil from their mouths and returned home.
"Next time, don't eat so much, go to bed quickly." Meng Jiao disliked the old man for having no willpower.
"I've finished digesting after exercising." Meng Zhenhua retorted.
A few small lights were left in the house, and they spoke in a low voice, Meng Zhenhua was suddenly startled by a white figure.
"It's okay, it's a human." Meng Jiao supported him to prevent him from falling.
Meng Zhenhua took a closer look, and it turned out to be Meng Chu.
Meng Chu was also very surprised when he saw them: "Grandpa, Ajiao."
The Venice Painting Competition started, and Meng Chu was also making intensive preparations.Hearing from Tu Ge, the school found out that the competition had invited big shots, and all the people who signed up seemed like they had been beaten, and Meng Chu was no exception, and there was a hint of anxiety.
After all, he is a junior, and he has not made any major mistakes in principle. Meng Zhenhua said softly, "Pay attention to your body."
Meng Chu responded with a smile.
The time for the piano lesson agreed with Meng Jinyan came again.
Meng Jiao came in with a small box on time and handed it to Meng Jinyan.
"What's this?" Meng Jinyan was a little unexpected. After taking it apart, it was a tiramisu.
"Sugar-coated cannonballs." Meng Jiaoming flickered and expressed his intention to bribe, "Cousin, don't attack me for a while."
"When was it more fierce to you?" Meng Jinyan put the box aside, "Why would you want to buy a cake?"
"It was delicious last time, so I'll give it a try." Meng Jiao took the piano score and flipped through it, "If you don't like it, return it to me, and I'll arrange my afternoon tea."
Meng Jinyan suddenly recalled.
The last time he told Meng Jiao that he could share the happy things with him, Meng Jiao didn't take it seriously on the surface, but was actually probing like a kitten poking his head.
He rarely tries desserts.
In order to take care of his body in the early days, Meng Chu ate extremely light food without adding any seasoning. He ate it with Meng Chu, and he was already used to that taste.
Only occasionally, occasionally when I was a teenager, when I felt growing pains in the middle of the night, I would think of a piece of sugar I snatched from the orphanage with a bloody head. , but inexplicably want to eat another one.
"I don't like it." Meng Jiao moved closer, sniffing the scent of cocoa powder in the air with the tip of his nose. He didn't understand why Meng Jinyan's expression was so deep, "Why don't we throw it away?"
"It's okay." Meng Jinyan came back to his senses, "It's delicious, but I'm not used to it after not eating for a long time. I'll take it slowly in a while."
Meng Jiao changed his posture and put his hands on his face: "If you don't like it, you can just say it. Although I will be unhappy, you are my cousin after all, and I will forgive you generously."
Meng Jinyan smiled: "I won't lie to you."
Fine.
Meng Jiao didn't say any more.
In today's class, Meng Jiao, a young piano genius and a new star who has fallen before he was born in the piano world, is still on the road of hard work.
"Can you play it for me? I don't know your level yet."
A typical primary school student can't do the rogue behavior of questioning the wrong questions on the test paper.
Meng Jinyan reached out to touch Meng Jiao's hair, and suddenly realized that he hadn't done that to Meng Jiao for a long time, and it might seem offensive, so he fell into the air and lightly brushed the ends of Meng Jiao's hair: "Why do you still question me?"
The tone was gentle, mixed with the same pampering as when Meng Chu got along, and he put his fingers on the keys indulgently.
No wonder Yuanzheng sincerely regards him as a dependable elder brother. The tolerance accompanied by the sense of age makes it easy for an insecure person to trust him.
Meng Jinyan knows a little bit about everything, after all, it is a high-ranking attack, and the configuration is particularly high.
His piano skills should be highly recognized by Gu Donglin. Of course, if he is really recognized, it will be another story.
hiss.
The violent and cold boss 1 and the elegant heir 1.
Meng Jiao gave full play to the spirit of cranky thinking.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Meng Jiao got up and opened the door, the housekeeper told him: "Second young master, the young master is sick, sir wants you and the eldest young master to go to the hospital."
Meng Chu is sick?
To be honest, Meng Chu's agitated appearance may be admitted to the hospital at any time, after all, he still has a weak attribute.
Meng Jiao glanced at Meng Jinyan's back, and asked softly, "Can I not go?"
The piano playing is as smooth, enthusiastic and indifferent as ever, and it seems that they have not heard their conversation.
The butler respectfully made a modest gesture, but his tone was firm, but an order that could not be refused: "Sir, you must go."
When Meng Chu fell ill, Meng Jiao could indeed go or not.
But when Meng Jiao must go, the subtext is that Meng Jiao must be a blood bag.
There was a moment of silence at the door, and the housekeeper was a little nervous to see Meng Jiao showing a playful smile.
Very interesting.
Ding.
The keys behind him were played by a wrong syllable, which was extremely harsh.
The author says:
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