Wei Chirong had a smile on his face, staring at Meng Feng tightly.

Meng Feng still had that cynical smile, raised his eyebrows, and complained unhurriedly: "Hong Kong people are as good at bragging as you?"

Wei Chirong swore that he really didn't like to talk to this person, and if he hadn't asked for him, he wouldn't have been here to be low.

"You know my situation. He smiled, "For my family background and my own identity, it is not surprising that I can give you any commitment and help." ”

"Who can say what will happen in a few decades. Meng Feng vaguely, "However, I don't think this is a good place to talk about this kind of thing. ”

"No. 8018, the room number I booked, if you don't dislike it, I can take you over to talk now. ”

"Or don't. Meng Feng waved his hand and teased, "You don't know that I like men?"

Yu Chirong touched the diamond stud earring on his right ear and chuckled: "We are not each other's food, not to mention, I heard that you have a very good relationship with your homosexuals." ”

"Okay, change the subject. Meng Feng lifted himself into a comfortable chair, put his hands behind his head, and looked straight at him, "How can you be sure I'm interested in your chips?"

"Born into this kind of family, it's impossible to be without ambition, let alone how much you've put into this dream. Wei Chirong said, "I think neither you nor Qing Lang will give up the identity of this proud son of the sky." ”

Meng Feng actually didn't take Wei Chirong's promise in his heart, after all, compared with the conditions he proposed, the sweetheart was the difference between a grain of sesame seeds and a mountain, and the sweetheart was far less than the chips he gave.

"What the hell do you want to see her do?" he looked at the man across from him with interest, "I wasn't very interested in this kind of gossip, but you're so persistent that it finally piqued my curiosity." ”

"What if I don't say it?"

"Don't say it, do you think I'll do something with an unclear purpose and meaning?" Meng Feng chuckled and got up, "Lord Weichi, there will be a time later." ”

Seeing that he was leaving, Wei Chirong couldn't help but get angry, this Meng Feng was really as sleek and sophisticated as the outside world said, and he was at ease, and the two talked intermittently for an hour, during which he had been playing all kinds of edge balls, which made him, a person with a superior background, very annoying.

"Wait—"

What can he do if he hates it, he must see Sweetheart on this trip, more and more evidence shows that Sweetheart may really have something to do with Lisa, and it is more likely to have something to do with the Wei Chi family, this time, he wants to get a blood sample of Sweetheart, but this kind of thing that needs to see blood, he doesn't want to be based on hurting her, so he can only persuade her and let her voluntarily provide it.

Meng Feng paused as he got up, and his slender body stood in front of him, and he said "Huh?" funny.

"Sweetheart could be my sister. Yu Chirong jumped twice on his temples and said in a deep voice.

Meng Feng seemed to have heard a big joke: "Who? You say sweetheart? That poor little creature whose parents died? She is your sister? Is she the child of the Kent family and the Wei Chi family? I heard you right?"

Wei Chi Rong's muscles burst out—he knew that Meng Feng would react like this!

Meng Feng pressed his temples and said without hesitation: "What you mean is that if the sweetheart is really related to you, then you are in-laws with the Situ family." ”

He took a step ahead and looked at him sarcastically and condescendingly: "Wei Chirong, are you stupid to be Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu worked hard to make wedding dresses for your two families, and when you turn around, your in-laws recognize each other, will you still fulfill your promise to me, an outsider?"

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Today I feel uncomfortable and can only be more changed.,Because a relative visited the guide zhì headache.,But I'm still trying to keep changing orz, please forgive me......