Liumeng Zhenghui is not a person who slaps a swollen face and is fat, he stopped it before because he was hungry, and he habitually stopped it, but when he entered the store, he remembered that the price of this store was too high for me now.

Meng Zhenghui almost subconsciously looked at his bulging handbag, which was stuffed with dumplings that Lin Baitang had specially stuffed in the morning.

Uncle Zhou also taught him how to eat in order to be the most cost-effective.

Meng Zhenghui laughed and was about to go out, but the waiter on the side greeted him: "Hello, I want to eat some ......."

The words of welcome came to an abrupt end, even if she tried her best to hide it, the disgust that flashed in her eyes was still captured by Meng Zhenghui: "I'm sorry, sir, the price of food here may be relatively high, so I suggest you go to the next street, the restaurant over there will be more affordable." ”

The fact that there is sympathy in the upper class, or that there should be sympathy, has been written in the memo by many young masters and young ladies, so correspondingly, the people who serve them, even if they pretend, must pretend to be polite and polite to this type of person.

Meng Zhenghui has seen a lot of cases of entering the restaurant by mistake and being asked out, but it is quite magical that happened to him, he was not angry, he just waited for the waiter's words to finish before he politely asked: "I'm sorry, I'm not here to eat, can I borrow the bathroom?"

The waiter frowned slightly, his eyes swept over Meng Zhenghui's clothes like a searchlight, and he was about to refuse, but he was dumbfounded after seeing the trademark on Meng Zhenghui's leather shoes.

This is the latest model last month, and there are only about 20 pairs in Tianjin, and money alone can't buy it, at least you have to be rich and powerful.

The image of the person in front of him was different in an instant, and the waiter carefully looked at the other things on Meng Zhenghui's body, and he didn't see it clearly at a glance just now, but now he found that although the clothes on the person in front of him were dirty, if you look carefully, all of them are famous brands, and there are hand-customized bags.

The previous impression of a poor sour guy was swept away, and now Meng Zhenghui has become a playful little master in the eyes of the waiter, and for a while, she even had a smile on her face that was a lot more sincere.

"The restroom is over here, I'll take you there. ”

After Meng Zhenghui refused to lead the way, saying that she knew where the restroom of this store was, she smiled more sincerely: "I'm sorry that I just gave you a bad experience because of my mistake, so please let me do something to apologize for you." ”

Meng Zhenghui stopped talking and went with her.

This is a Western restaurant, and the bathroom is also equipped with the latest bizarre things that can be obtained in this year, flush toilets, faucets, glass boxes on the sink, and steamed white towels, and even facial soap and gel water.

Meng Zhenghui didn't use these things, but the words of the young man who had just pulled the rickshaw, coupled with the words of the waiter, still made him a little worried.

You can't be blasted out without entering the door of the Bai family, no face is only one thing, and more importantly, if you don't get the money, if you want to find news of your father, you can only sell Lin Baitang's jewelry.

Compared with the person who was pulled the rickshaw as an old relative who played the autumn breeze, or was treated coldly by the waiter, this incident made Meng Zhenghui feel even more unacceptable.

With the water from the sink, Meng Zhenghui washed his hair with soap, wrung out the wet hair by hand, and then wiped it semi-dry with a towel to wipe his hands, the gel water was not needed, Meng Zhenghui wiped the dust and mud on his body with a wet towel in front of the mirror.

As if reborn, the person in the mirror changed from gray to glamorous, and all he needed was a little water and a towel.

Now the only thing left that does not match Meng Zhenghui's image is the dumplings in the bulging oil-paper bag in his bag.

He had eaten the leek stuffing last night, and if it was only at home, he would have loved it, but when he was away, his childhood education had taught him that he could not go to other people's homes with such a taste.

Hesitated when his hand fell on the bag, Meng Zhenghui was still reluctant to leave the dumplings made by Lin Baitang in this place, and patted the bag gently, Meng Zhenghui smiled.

Lin Baitang's dumplings are real, and when they are handed over, they are also afraid that he will be hungry, and this kind of mind is much more worthy of attention than these empty decency.

When Meng Zhenghui came out of the bathroom with his bag, the amazement in the eyes of the waiter waiting on the side could not be concealed, and she even looked at it in a daze, so that Meng Zhenghui walked out of the door, and she remembered that she forgot to keep him for dinner.

Although Meng Zhenghui's trip was already as fast as possible, it still took a lot of time, and he didn't expect the rickshaw boy to be there after he came out.

The young man didn't know where to take out the baked cake and squatted on the side of the road to gnaw, and he didn't react when he saw Meng Zhenghui, until Meng Zhenghui walked towards him, and he said, "Master, we have someone in this car." ”

Meng Zhenghui smiled and put his bulging bag on the seat first: "But when I came, I was in this car, and you didn't plan to pull me?"

Looking at the bag, as soon as he made a sound, the young man realized that it was the person he was waiting for in front of him, but he opened and closed his mouth a few times, but he didn't say anything.

Meng Zhenghui also deliberately teased him: "You help me see, am I looking good enough to enter the door now?"

The young man nodded like pounded garlic: "Enough is enough." ”

Meng Zhenghui stepped into the car first, and then told the young man: "I'm not in a hurry, you eat slowly." ”

The young man was stunned, and really took another bite of the baked cake, but his eyes seemed to be glued to Meng Zhenghui's face at this moment, he glanced at Meng Zhenghui and took a bite of the baked cake.

Meng Zhenghui couldn't help but laugh: "You treated me as a dish?"

The young man nodded subconsciously, shook his head again, stopped eating the baked cakes, got up and said, "Master, I'll send you first." ”

Compared with the familiarity and talkativeness of the young man on the road before, the road after was much quieter, and the young man ran quickly, but he was really hardworking.

When he parked at the door of Bai's house, the young man was still a little uneasy: "Why don't you bring someone with you, or I'll go in with you, and you don't have to give money." ”

He was really afraid that Meng Zhenghui would be beaten.

The more he said this, Meng Zhenghui also wanted to laugh, but the people were kind, and he couldn't laugh out loud at the moment, so he had to pat the other party's shoulder patiently: "Thank you, but don't worry, I really know this young master of the Bai family, and he probably won't beat me." ”

Although he said reassuring words, looking at the young man's appearance, it was obviously ineffective, so he had to change his words: "If you don't rush to take the job, just wait for me at the door for a while, I will come out soon, there are other places to go, I need to take your car." ”

The young man naturally couldn't ask for it, so he pulled the rickshaw and found a place with a good line of sight, squatted down, and began to nibble on the biscuits.

Meng Zhenghui came to the door of the Bai family, it was not very difficult to enter the door, he used to come to visit often, so the porter also knew him, and after calling Meng Ye, he was invited into the hall.

There are tea and snacks, Meng Zhenghui took two bites of tea, and he used to think it was sweet and greasy, but now he also thinks it is good.

It's just that the maid went to invite Young Master Bai for a long time, which made Meng Zhenghui feel a little strange, he had been here before, and naturally knew that according to the usual speed, there were more than two or three trips back and forth at this time, and now that no one has come for a long time, you don't have to think about it, it must be that the Young Master of the Bai family is unwilling to see him.

This is in line with what the rickshaw boy said, Meng Zhenghui didn't feel embarrassed because he had been prepared, he even asked the maid for a piece of brown paper, packed the rest of the snacks piece by piece, and stuffed them into the bag.

He naturally knew that with this Bai Young Master's temperament, after he left, it would be strange that this Bai Young Master didn't throw away the plate with the dim sum, I heard that girls like sweet, it is better to take it back to Xiaotang to taste, the Bai family's dim sum master was directly invited from Shanghai back then, and his dim sum was not available outside at all.

Meng Zhenghui packed his bag and stood up with his bag, and almost at the same time, he saw a little maid in the hidden place quickly run away.

It is not difficult to guess that he thought that Meng Zhenghui couldn't wait and planned to leave, so he went to report the good news.

Meng Zhenghui was not in a hurry, looked around the hall, suddenly raised his hand and held a small vase, and then fell to the ground neatly.

The small vase was broken all over the ground, and Meng Zhenghui picked up the second one.

He casually went to order something in the hall, and his face was not shocked: "This is the best, this is second, and this is even more inferior." ”

"I started from the cheap fall, when did Young Master Bai come out, when did I stop, if I bit to death and couldn't come out. Meng Zhenghui is beautiful, and his smile is even more dazzling: "Then I will estimate the price, when I will fall enough of the money I lent, and when will I leave." ”

"It's just a pity, there are still Western things in it, without my Meng family, I'm afraid the Bai family won't be able to get it." ”

"Young Master Bai and I are also friends, it's not good to tear your face too ugly, so let's do it, I'll fall one in five minutes, giving Young Master Bai enough time to think about how to choose, enough to save face, right?"

As he spoke, Meng Zhenghui had already walked to the seat and sat down, took a sip of tea, then took out his pocket watch and began to look at the time.

The little guy also came up to persuade him, but he didn't care about it, he just smiled faintly, dropped things as soon as the five minutes were up, and then picked the next one.

When he fell to the fourth, Young Master Bai was already panting and running over, hurriedly snatching the thing he was about to throw from Meng Zhenghui's hand, and said angrily: "What are you crazy about!"

Meng Zhenghui didn't rob him, but just smiled faintly: "It seems that this road is not too far, so soon?"

Young Master Bai was thinking about heavy bleeding at this time, and there was really no good color on his face, and the money in his pocket was thrown into the air casually, almost with a little malice: "Young Master Meng's money is here, please pick it up yourself." ”

Meng Zhenghui was slapped in the face by a few pieces of money, and he was silent for a moment, but he laughed angrily.

There was a line of blood on his face that was drawn by the corners of the money, he didn't touch it, he bent down and picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground, and said with a smile: "Yes, Young Master Bai borrowed two thousand yuan from me at the beginning, and now the money on the ground is two hundred yuan, and I have no opinion on repaying it in installments, but we have to rewrite this IOU." ”

The subordinate was far away, and he didn't react for a while, Meng Zhenghui had already grabbed Young Master Bai's hand and cut a piece on it with a broken porcelain piece, because Young Master Bai's hand was clenched by Meng Zhenghui, so the blood came out very quickly, Young Master Bai was frightened all of a sudden, and the subordinate didn't dare to get close, for fear that Meng Zhenghui's next cut would be his own young master's neck.

Meng Zhenghui had never done such a thing, and at this moment, he was excited on the one hand, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably: "It's on your clothes, write." ”