As soon as Brother Mengyao got into the car, he felt that the form was wrong, and a pair of bright eyes were about to pile together: "Did I forget something?" He thought as he climbed into the car.

"Your mother is still taking care of your grandmother in a nursing home, and I don't think I'll be back tonight, and I don't worry about you being alone at home, why don't you go to the company with me for one night tonight?" Meng Guoyun saw that Brother Mengyao was absent-minded, thinking that Brother Mengyao was still afraid of what happened just now and couldn't bear to say.

Sighing, Brother Mengyao played with his fingernails: "No need, you are so busy with work, if I go, you will definitely not be able to work well." I" Brother Mengyao paused, put his arm on the side of the car window, supported his chin, and looked far away: "I, I'll go find my uncle." I don't know why, at this time, she always thinks of Yao Daoren first. Although Yao Daoren looks like he is difficult to achieve, and he always feels unreliable when he stands by his side, and he is very unreliable in doing things, Yao Daoren's sloppy appearance can give her a very safe feeling when she has no direction. Many times, she herself thinks that it is probably because Yao Daoren is a disciple of Maoshan!

"Uncle? Which uncle? Is it safe? Meng Guoyun reversed the car and looked at Brother Meng Yao from the rearview mirror uneasily.

"Safe, huh? This uncle, although he is sloppy, but he has saved me so many times, it should be very reliable. ”

"Sloppy?" Meng Guoyun drove the car into the driveway, suddenly grabbed the point, and instantly thought of the person who was in prison with his daughter in his mind!

Panicked, he honked his horn: "You're talking about the guy who was in prison just now?" No, how can you mess with someone like that! In this way, I won't go to work overtime tonight to stay with you, that kind of person is too dangerous, he can find our house and kidnap you, he will definitely have to do other things to you. ”

"Dad, you think too much, uncle is a good person."

"What a good man, I've noticed him a long time ago, the first few times he was around you, you either went to the hospital or fell into a coma, I think he must have an intention on you. Do you know Qiu Yu? He's still in a coma in the hospital! ”

"He didn't do that!" Excitedly, he stood up from his seat, his head suddenly hit the top of the car, and he sat down again with his head covered in pain.

Meng Guoyun was startled by this voice and thought that he had hit something, but he turned around and saw Brother Meng Yao covering his head and shouting that it hurt, and his face immediately softened: "Look, I said that person is not a good person, do you hear it if you have less contact!" ”

Speechless in pain, when he heard Meng Guoyun say this, Brother Meng Yao didn't bother to argue with Meng Guoyun, anyway, he had already decided that Yao Daoren was not a good person. But this can't be blamed entirely on her father's thoughts, and half blamed Yao Dao for giving people the impression of a 'dangerous creature' in life.

The car didn't stop all the way to the community, and Meng Guoyun didn't stay to accompany Brother Mengyao, nor did he say that he was looking for someone to accompany Brother Mengyao, but only said a few words and drove to the company.

Brother Meng Yao stood outside the community empty-handed, staring at the car that Meng Guoyun left, feeling extremely lonely.

The gatekeeper in the community is an uncle, amiable, not very old, looking only thirty or forty years old, seeing Brother Mengyao standing alone with his head down outside the door of the community and kindly greeting Brother Mengyao: "Meng Meng, is there no one at home today?" ”

Hearing someone shouting Brother Mengyao, he regained a little spirit: "Yes, Uncle Yang, aren't you going home today?" ”

"If you don't go home, there is no one at home, unlike you who have family, I am alone and go back to the empty house to do something."

"Yes, there is no one at home, what are you doing when you go back and guard the empty house?" Brother Mengyao saw that Uncle Yang entered the house alone, and then glanced at his home on the fourth floor not far away, and suddenly understood something, hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his body, and dialed Yao Daoren's phone.

At the other end of the world at this moment, Yao Daoren stepped into the commissary in front of him: "Boss, bring me a bottle of Moutai." The voice was so loud that the boss kept rubbing his ears.

The boss was talking to someone else, and when he heard this familiar voice, he immediately rushed away: "It's you again?" What Moutai, no, go out and get out. He picked up the broom next to him and beat Yao Daoren indiscriminately.

"Boss, what are you doing, don't I just want a Moutai, do you need to drive people away with a broom!"

"It's still Moutai!" The boss glared at this Yao Daoren, and he just opened his voice and shouted, and there was a great posture that the neighbors couldn't hear and wouldn't stop.

The fat body is full of greasy fat: "You said you, you are a beggar is a beggar, I am kind enough to give you wine on credit, forget it once or twice, you ** have become even worse, every time you come to Moutai and do not pay, who dares to give you wine to drink, you go quickly, I don't welcome you here, let's go!" ”

Yao Dao dodged the broom thrown over, and the people watching the play around him didn't plan to leave like this, so they immediately provoked words: "You are kind, but there are always some people who take it for granted, it's useless for you to chase him now, people are relying on you!" ”

After speaking, there were bursts of laughter in the crowd, and the spiked laughter made Yao Daoren feel particularly unhappy: ", who relied on him, isn't it just the wine money, it's like Lao Tzu has no money!" ”

"Yes, you have money, you have the ability, you can take it out now!" The boss had a snarky face.

Yao Daoren didn't pay attention to these people at all, and cut out from behind him with an atmospheric sound, a pile of red banknotes, and threw them directly on the boss's face without thinking about it: "What the hell, I really don't have any money!" Give, this is a tip, is it enough? Inadequate? Not enough, I'll give it to you again! After that, he took out a stack of red banknotes from his body and sprinkled them all on the ground without saying a word. It's nothing, bending over two or three people colliding.

"Don't step on me, get out of the way, it's mine!"

"Who said it was yours, and didn't write your name."

With a loud shout, Yao Daoren retreated from the crowd alone, and he saw the boss running into the house with a handful of bills.

Seeing the crowd squatting on the ground and picking up banknotes, shouting and shouting some uninaudible words, Yao Daoren could only shake his head and sigh: "People's hearts, a little money can make people turn against each other." ”

Brother Mengyao's phone rang for a long time, but no one answered the phone, so angry that she almost blew up her lungs, and was about to turn off the call, but it was through.

"What's the matter, you haven't seen me for a long time and miss me?"

It was still the voice of Jiao'er Langdang, but Brother Meng Yao felt a little more warmth: "Who misses you, no one at home has called you to inform you to stay with you at night." What are you doing? Haven't answered the phone for so long? Did you go to pick up girls again? ”

Yao Daoren listened as he walked, and told him what had just happened.

After finishing speaking, Brother Mengyao only sighed from his side: "Money can make ghosts grind, let alone a living person." They can't be blamed for being greedy, that's how the human heart is. And—" The voice suddenly darkened.

"And?"

"And it's you who don't pay for drinking, not them, even if it's like this, you caused it!"

Yao Daoren's ears hurt from the reprimand voice on the phone from Brother Meng Yao: "What are you barking, it's like a dog, it's noisy." He hung up the phone, not intending to explain that he had drunk and not paying.

Brother Meng Yao looked at the phone that was hung up and could only look at the sky speechlessly: "Master Zu, your one hundred and sixty-eighth generation disciple is so decadent that he doesn't pay for drinking, and you still don't plan to let him awaken?" ”