sinovels Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Everyone knew that Meng Jiao was not dead.
But everyone also knew Meng Jiao's intentions.
He doesn't want anyone to bother him.
Tu Ge was panicked after learning about it for a long time, and suddenly thought of the message Meng Jiao sent him.
Meng Xiaojiao usually thinks that he has read too many pure love novels to poison his mind, but he didn't expect him to directly move the stage into reality.
Stunning!
He heard that when the fire just started that day, Jiang Yuenian and Meng Jinyan arrived one after another, and rushed in without thinking.Probably no trace of Meng Jiao was found, Jiang Yuenian turned back, but Meng Jinyan passed out after inhaling too much smoke, thanks to the rescuers.
Tu Ge was very moved, he was finally the person Meng Jiao cared about!Unexpectedly, Meng Jiao was willing to tell him about planning such a big event!
But he didn't expect that Meng Jiao didn't tell Jiang Yuenian.
If he had been informed, how could Jiang Yuenian rush in regardless of the danger of his life.
hiss.
He couldn't understand the relationship between the two.
But Tu Ge must stand with Meng Jiao unconditionally. Anyway, there are so many men, so he supports Meng Jiao not to hang himself on a tree.After meeting Jiang Yue Nian, he always looked at him with sympathetic and strange eyes, and kept his mouth shut.
The beautiful misunderstanding is getting deeper and deeper.
But in just a few meetings, Tu Ge could clearly feel the changes in Jiang Yue's years.
There was no smile on his face, and he became very cold.
Qingjun, who was previously alienated, became almost gloomy indifference.
In the past, when talking to others, he would smile somewhat, but when facing Meng Jiao's friends like them, he was more gentle. Now, there is coldness written on the corners of his eyes and brows, and Tu Ge would silently wrap his clothes tightly after meeting him.
very scary.
Feel the blackened scene in the novel up close.
After meeting Sui Qing, he couldn't help but asked, "Is Jiang Yuenian's mental condition okay?"
Sui Qing was overwhelmed by his straightforward question, so he could only throw it back: "What do you think?"
Tu Ge gave a "tsk" sound: "Gu Donglin's mental condition is average, he came to me to ask about Meng Jiao's news, and he got blocked after being scolded by me."
Gu Donglin's leg injury is still not healed, and he has suffered another serious illness. The only thing that can make him struggle is the prosecution against Qin Yu.
Butcher plate.
Meng Jiao summed it up very correctly at the beginning.
The age is too long, feelings and money are entangled, it is difficult to judge, and it is impossible to hold Qin Yu accountable.But Gu Donglin was disgusting, so disgusting that he could tell all the stories about how he was played around in the past in order to tear off Qin Yu's mask, in order to smash the lie that Qin Yu told everyone that they were in love with each other.
Everyone was too overwhelmed to eat melons.
[Summary of the president who is looking for boys and young boys but has a bad IQ]
[The dark reality version of Grimm's fairy tales, a profound lesson for Mr. Gu, the love brain who loves to read fairy tale books]
[Oh my god, Mr. Gu is so stupid that I cry]
In the past, Gu Donglin would definitely not be able to bear others talking and demeaning himself.
but now.
He is really stupid.
Can Meng Jiao come and scold him too?
Meng Jiao told him many times, "Take care of your white moonlight, don't come to affect my life", he listened to it but didn't presuppose the consequences.
But Meng Jiao would go so decisively.
Mrs. Gu thought he was ashamed and affected the company's stock price, so she pulled him out of the hospital bed and forced him to go on a blind date.
Gu Donglin wanted to sever ties with his family in a rage.
All in all, chicken feathers.
Tu Ge shared everything he knew with Sui Qing.
Sui Qing silently pushed the lemonade to Tu Ge to moisten his throat.
Tu Ge picked it up and drank it down. The desire to share was almost over, but he just mocked at the end:
"Meng Jinyan would go to rescue him, but I never thought of it."
……
Private hospitals are very quiet.
Meng Jinyan had been recuperating for a long time, and the cold drops of Wei Xu's life flowed into the blood vessels along with gravity, and it was painful to swell.
Meng Chu sat beside him with a worried face.
Meng Jinyan's complexion was even uglier than the sick Meng Chu's, and his eyes were slightly blue and black.
"Brother, can you rest for a while?" Meng Chu's voice became crying.
Meng Jinyan hasn't fallen asleep for many days, and when he closes his eyes, his eyes are full of burning fires. He is in it, and he can't find Meng Jiao no matter what.
Meng Chu looked at Meng Jinyan's thin face obsessively, feeling sour and painful in his heart.
Why is Meng Jiao not dead?
He cursed angrily.
He also never expected that Meng Jinyan would go desperately to save Meng Jiao.
Meng Jinyan, as an out-and-out interest supremacist, would no longer weigh in for Meng Jiao, and he didn't even hesitate for a second.
Meng Jinyan didn't speak, only Mengchu complained in the ward: "I don't know what Dad is busy with? You don't even come to see us."
After Meng Yunjie learned that Meng Jinyan was hospitalized, he was very happy, and he was busy taking this opportunity to eradicate Meng Jinyan's influence.
Of course Meng Jinyan knew his plan, and he sneered in his heart, letting Meng Yunjie act like a clown.
All clowns.
He's a clown himself.
The greenery outside the window is very good.
He pulled out the needle, waved away Meng Chu's support, and walked down the stairs slowly.
In addition to the damage to the respiratory tract caused by excessive smoke inhalation, there are scars on his back and legs from being smashed by the beams, and the rotten and flowing wounds scabbed and torn repeatedly, leaving ugly scars even after healing .
He slowly went down one step, looking at the sunlight outside.
The treetop reached the window, and a bright orange citrus fell. When the wind blows, it smells very fresh, mixed with the aroma of grass and trees.
Meng Jinyan seemed to be unable to breathe, and covered his chest with one hand.
Shortness of breath leads to narrow vision, and the sunlight diffuses in the air, becoming illusory light and shadow.
Meng Jiao sat there quietly drawing in the light and shadow, with bright eyes, and that little orange was on the drawing board.
The oranges suddenly became sporadic flames, gradually spreading in his retina.
Meng Jiao's face was also quickly burned.
He quickly let go of the other hand that was holding the escalator, but because there was no support, he leaned forward and rolled down the stairs.
The surrounding area is very quiet, with no people coming and going.
The only sound in the stairwell was his heavy breathing, and Meng Jinyan covered his eyes with his hands, when suddenly someone kicked him with his toe.
Jiang Yuenian looked down at him condescendingly, and commented:
"What a mess."
Meng Jinyan moved his arms away, stood up straight, and leaned against the wall.
Just about to stand up slowly, Jiang Yuenian kicked him to the ground again:
"Someone is helping Qin Yu, is that person you?"
This is Meng Jinyan's ridiculous and disgusting liking.
"Yeah, I wanted to keep him by my side, that's the only way to go, but unfortunately it didn't work." He raised his head to the ceiling, the white paint was so dazzling that people's eyes couldn't help crying.
"The only thing worth celebrating is that Meng Jiao also abandoned you." Meng Jinyan wiped off the blood from his lips, the corners of his mouth widened, his eyes full of sarcasm, waiting for Jiang Yuenian to have a different reaction.
He couldn't get Meng Jiao.
Neither did Jiang Yuenian.
What responded to him was Jiang Yuenian's fist on the face and "So what".
It does not affect Jiang Yuenian's pursuit of the person who hurt Meng Jiao.
During the long plane journey, Meng Jiao woke up and fell asleep several times, and finally breathed the fresh and free air.
Meng Zhenhua arranged everything.
Although the old man has been playing everywhere in the past few years, he has not been ambiguous when playing. He has bought several properties and let Meng Jiao move in with his bags.
Strangely, Meng Zhenhua, who was originally abroad, returned home instead.
When Meng Jiao asked him the reason, he was still vague, and only said that he would go back to deal with some things and let Meng Jiao have fun by himself.
Judging from the old man's tone, the matter seemed to be in a hurry, and it was true that he would stay in the country for a long time, so Meng Jiao responded in a daze.
Meng Zhenhua didn't come back after waiting for several days, so Meng Jiao didn't wait any longer and set off alone.
He had the experience of studying abroad before, and he was very comfortable with this journey.
There are no annoying flies, and it feels quieter than ever.
Knowing the news about Meng Jiao abroad, Norman kept in touch with Meng Jiao from time to time, chatting about the weather, customs and money: "Honey, your vision is really good, the prices of those you invested in have all gone up."
"The most important thing is that your own worth has increased." Norman was full of smiles.
In the fire in City A, the news reported that there were no casualties, but some tabloid reporters reported that a certain artist's painting was not rescued in time, and the artist was also missing.
Everyone searched and found that it was not Meng Jiao's residence. While regretting the paintings, they wondered where Meng Jiao had gone.
But the news of three people became a tiger, and when it was spread from city A to foreign countries through the Internet, it became "Shock! The artist disappeared in the fire scene! There is no body after the fire!"
Some people are alive, but seem to be dead.
Meng Jiao, who suddenly became an urban legend: ...
"The price of art goes up before it dies," Norman said. "Your paintings that are circulating in the market have gone up a lot."
This group of foreigners is very nonsense, Meng Jiao is a little helpless: "I have convinced everyone's imagination."
Norman laughed loudly: "Life is always wonderful if there are some oolongs. How is your journey?"
Meng Xiaojiao's whole body showed a kind of spiritual cleansing: "Yes, I feel that the kung fu in my hands has also broken through."
Sure enough, a happy life is the source of creation, away from troubles, nothing else, Meng Jiao's landscape painting ability has been greatly improved.
"It's a good thing." Norman concluded, and had a detailed chat with Meng Jiao about the auction.
No one will think that there is too much money in their pockets.
After Meng Jiao finished chatting happily, he took an inventory of his account by the way.
Yes, if you have money, you can make whatever you want.
After flying for a few months, he settled in a European manor.Originally, Meng Zhenhua planned to exaggerately buy a title for Meng Jiao, but Meng Jiao refused.
He wakes up on a 200-meter-high bed every day, and the butler will arrange his day's itinerary, including but not limited to painting art, luxury appreciation, socializing with local nobles, golfing, wine making and other farmhouse activities.
Stay a little longer, and Meng Jiao's own wine will almost be ready to drink.
Xanadu, but that's all.
After a long time, people become lazy, and they will feel that life is so comfortable that it is a bit boring.
Just when Meng Jiao was wondering whether he should go out for another round and then return to China, or continue to enjoy the salted fish life here.
A text message broke his peaceful life.
A bank transfer reminder.
Tens of millions of millions of millions of millions...
Meng Jiao was dizzy when she saw the numbers for the first time.
He thought it was some kind of prank, and finally opened the account, and there were really those numbers lying quietly in the account.
He hurriedly called Meng Zhenhua: "Grandpa! Someone is trying to kill me!"
Meng Zhenhua was taken aback by Meng Jiao's serious tone: "What's the matter?"
Meng Jiao truthfully told the story to Meng Zhenhua, and analyzed: "Is it possible that someone laundered money and mistaken the account, and wanted to send me to prison?"
Meng Zhenhua said, "That's your money."
"Ah? Did you launder money? I'm going to jail for you? Okay." Meng Jiao didn't react.
Meng Zhenhua: ...
Should I thank you for your filial piety?
He took a deep breath, annoyed and funny: "You should be the richest man in city A by now."
Meng Jiao:?
The author says:
感谢在2022-07-1916:59:57~2022-07-2013:12:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: A Qingjian, a guinea pig who loves to laugh;
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 in the dark;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：好气哦50瓶；V1844瓶；柠檬茶、暗中暴富10瓶；π8瓶；王圆圆、三北流5瓶；齐木楠雄3瓶；固执地帅气着、L、samael、23丝er、团果果、夏目贵志sama、Daisies、Luzires1瓶；
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!