The ugliness of the family cannot be publicized, in front of outsiders, he, who is the old man, still has to give his son a little face.

Meng also knew it in the past.

Meng Lao told him before that when Lao Tzu is sandwiched between his sons and grandsons, sometimes he doesn't know what to say. The son is older, and the son is old.

The people of the Fang family also did not believe Meng's words.

Based on their understanding of Gao Wei, if it was really Gao Wei who injured Fang Jianye, he would probably have run away to hide at this time, and where would he dare to come to the hospital?

"Brother Meng doesn't need to teach his son here, anyway, let's put the ugly words in front, Jianye is fine, if Jianye has anything to do, how about him, I want Meng to be like in the past!" Father Fang said in a deep voice.

Meng didn't speak again, stood up straight, turned around and was about to leave.

Fang Jianye's uncle and brother-in-law reached out to stop him at the same time.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I've already said what I need to say, I don't have time to play with you here, get out of the way. "Meng's breath was cold in the past.

"Rebel, what do you want to do? You beat people so that they are still lying in a coma inside, they should have been waiting here! When they wake up, you have to apologize to them as soon as possible!"

Meng Chaojun strode over and slapped his head with one hand. Meng was born in the past, but he still stood straight.

"Meng Chaojun, what are you doing beating him?!"

Meng Donghai was so angry that he waved his cane and was about to hit Meng Chaojun, Duan Qingqing hurriedly blocked Meng Chaojun's side and suffered this blow for him, and then his eyes were filled with tears in pain, and he shrank his neck pitifully.

Seeing his wife's performance like this, Meng Chaojun was extremely distressed and hugged her shoulders, "Qingqing, how are you?"

"It's okay, Chaojun, as long as Dad doesn't get angry with you. Duan Qingqing lowered his head and whispered weakly.

"Did Lao Tzu exert himself, who are you pretending to be so pitiful!" Meng Donghai shouted angrily, causing Duan Qingqing to shrink again.

Meng Chaojun suddenly said in a deep voice: "Dad, I don't know the strength of your hands? Qingqing is already weak, how can he stand such a crutch?"

"Okay, okay, you taught Lao Tzu a lesson for this woman, didn't you?" Meng Donghai trembled with anger. He was going to beat his son, but how could he use all his strength?

Who let Duan Qingqing stop it?

Lao Tzu beats his son, and he can use her as a woman to block it?

"Dad, don't mess around here! Go back! Don't stay here, this rebel is not too young, you always protect him so unprincipledly, that is harming him! He should be responsible! Guard!"

Meng Chaojun called two guards loudly and said to them in a deep voice: "Look at Meng Qiannian! Don't let him leave the hospital! If he dares to resist, allow you to draw your guns!"

"Meng Chaojun, you dare!" Meng Donghai shouted.

"Dad, I said, he should be responsible!" Meng Chaojun made a gesture, and the two guards immediately stood side by side in front of Meng Xinian's eyes, pressing their hands on the matching guns.

Meng's whole body breath was cold and gloomy.

He looked at Meng Chaojun coldly, and his thin lips pulled out an extremely cool arc.

The voice was cold.

"Okay, I'll stay here. ”

With that, he took two steps and sat down in his chair, his hands in his trouser pockets, his back leaning back, his eyes closed, and he seemed to reject everything around him.