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What stepmother Ma Yun said about a few days is actually the next day. At nine o'clock in the morning, Meng Jin, who had been soaking in WAR3 on VS all night, was still sleeping with his head covered, and was awakened by the knock on the door of the driver Xiao Wang. Then he was in a semi-confused state, and was pulled back to the big villa on the outskirts of the city by his father's S350 and an SUV.

When he got out of the car, Meng Jin caught a glimpse of his stepmother and another woman who were drinking morning tea comfortably under the parasol in the garden. Seeing Meng Jin get out of the car, Ma Yun, who was wearing casual clothes at home, walked over and walked into the house with Meng Jin.

"Xiao Jin," Ma Yun led Meng Jin to the restaurant very gently, and then waved his hand to let the invited hourly worker bring a breakfast, "There is something I want to discuss with you." ”

In fact, when Meng Jin heard the title of "Xiao Jin", he knew that his stepmother must have something to ask for. Because since she became a stepmother, "Teacher Ma" and "Meng Jin" are the names between these two. Tacitly unchanging. Of course, unless there are some specific times, such as when the stepmother asks for something, she will switch to the more cordial "Xiao Jin".

"As you saw just now, your Aunt Ping and her girl Xiaoxian came to stay with us for a while, so the two of them slept in the two suites upstairs. You said, others are guests, and I can't suddenly ask them to move out, so-" Ma Yun pretended to be intimate and helped Meng Jin open a napkin, spread it next to his breakfast, and then looked at him with that calm gaze, like a teacher asking a student a question, waiting for Meng Jin's answer.

"Well, I'll be staying in the nanny downstairs." Meng Jin nodded, he had no choice.

It's always been like this, the stepmother will discuss with you in a way that seems to be very equal, very democratic, and very considerate, but it's like the head teacher talking to the student, in fact, there is never a choice. The structure of the large villa is such that the four upstairs are all en-suite with bathrooms and dressing rooms. The largest one is in the east end, which belongs to the father and stepmother. The room close to them is naturally Ma Tianyu's. And Meng Jin lived alone in the westernmost room. But now it seems that Ma Yun's sister Ma Ping and her daughter Xiaoxian each slept in one room, and then Meng Jin had to move downstairs to one of the two nanny rooms near the garage.

Why don't Aunt Ping and Xiaoxian sleep in the same room? Aren't they all women? And the European-style big round ** of the room "King-size" is more than enough to sleep two people, right? But Meng Jin only cared about eating this late breakfast and didn't make a sound. Because when the stepmother's "Xiao Jin" called out, he knew that this was the result. In the four or five years since my stepmother entered the door, how many times have I been like this.

"That's good. Xiao Jin is sensible. Ma Yun patted Meng Jin's head and smiled.

"Eh, isn't this Meng Jin? How-" A shrill female voice came from a distance, and Meng Jin then saw the woman who had been sitting in the garden walk through the small garden, through the living room, and then into the dining room.

"It's still the same old way." A well-maintained woman, almost a replica of Ma Yun, walked to Meng Jin's side.

"Xiao Jin, call you Aunt Ping." Ma Yun raised her eyebrows and signaled Meng Jin to be polite.

"Aunt Ping." Meng Jin screamed, then picked up the last bit of omelette on the plate and brought it to his mouth.

"This kid ...... It's really not like your Tianyu. Aunt Ping's brows furrowed, and she pretended to whisper to her sister Ma Yun, but the volume of her voice was just right, just enough for Meng Jin to hear clearly.

It's not a brother in the first place, and it's not related by blood at all.

Meng Jin thought so, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and wanted to escape from this awkward conversation.

Turning to leave, Meng Jin walked towards the nanny room next to the garage, he didn't get enough sleep, he still wanted to sleep a little longer.

"This kid is still so homely? Don't go out to play after graduating from the college entrance examination? Just stay at home every day? Look at your Tianyu, there are so many friends these days, and it's kind to take Xiaoxian out to party together......" The sharp female voice floated from behind him little by little, hitting Meng Jin's heart.

Pushing open the door, in the small nanny's room, sure enough, the utensils that I left here have been removed. A single bed, with a small table stacked with his own old desktop that has not yet been assembled. In the closet next to the bed, there are several white jumpers of the same style hanging from me.

Meng Jin, who smashed on the bed, couldn't help but start fantasizing. Maybe in Daddy's eyes, he is just an ordinary little kid. He is not handsome, and he has no special skills. In the eyes of his stepmother, let alone his handsome son, who has passed the eighth grade on the piano and has a melancholy expression, is 108,000 miles away. In the eyes of Aunt Ping, she is a weird rich second generation who is good for nothing but her father. As for the classmates, probably "Adadis Man" and "Confession Maniac" summed up all their impressions, they have studied in Yangzhong for six years, and they don't seem to have made a single friend?

Meng Jin, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but think very vainly, how good it would be if he was rich. It's not this level of daddy, but the higher hundreds, billions, the kind in the movie that has yachts and private jets. At that time, the stepmother will probably pester herself and smile shyly, right? Or do you have some kind of superpower, like Spider-Man, who swoops down to the roof as soon as your hand is raised? And then the special agencies of the government will come forward to recruit themselves, right? Sitting in an SUV without a license plate, surrounded by strong men in black suits, black sunglasses, and full of muscles? At that time, the girls probably won't refuse themselves, and they probably will pretend to be shy and look at themselves, but actually hope that they will ask them out for a meal?

But the cold reality is that as the owner, he was driven to the nanny room downstairs, and he is still an ordinary one who is no longer ordinary, and he is a hard rich second generation. If the results of the college entrance examination are not satisfactory, his wonderful father will not contribute money and efforts to support the key points of the relationship or get out of the country like other people's families. Maybe it's enough for them to have Ma Tianyu and one child.

That's right, and the college entrance examination results.

When sleepiness hit, Meng Jin couldn't hold on any longer, turned over and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already night.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Uncle Mao in the nanny room opposite, sitting on the edge of ** watching TV.

"Young Master Jin, are you wake_up?" Although he called the young master in his mouth, Uncle Mao looked at Meng Jin with a smile in his eyes. This chef who lives at home is probably the one who has the best relationship with Meng Jin.

"Uncle Mao, when is it?" Uncle Mao is a distant relative, so Meng Jin called him uncle according to his seniority.

"It's eight o'clock in the evening. Mr. Meng hasn't come back yet, and Mrs. Ma and her sister have gone shopping. Can I get you something to eat? Uncle Mao turned off the TV as he spoke, and took Meng Jin to the restaurant.

"Little one, I won't make a big meal in the evening. Okay, right? Uncle Mao was busy in the huge kitchen and shouted to Meng Jin, who was sitting in the dining room.

"Okay." Meng Jin doesn't have to take a meal seriously like his stepmother and Tianyu, as if he is really a European nobleman.

Sitting at the dining table with nothing to do and fiddling with the utensils, Meng Jin heard the cries from the garden. There seemed to be a light on in the garden, so Meng Jin walked through the living room and into the garden.

At one end of the garden is the swimming pool, and now, there are two figures playing in the pool.

A handsome man with a strong figure and six-pack abs is naturally Ma Tianyu. And the other, wearing a pink suspender bikini and white breasts surging in the pool, is the "Xiaoxian" in the mouth of the stepmother. Aunt Ping has been here a few times in the past, and her daughter, Meng Jin, is the first time she has seen her.

You came and went in the pool, and the two of them who were having a lot of fun seemed to feel Meng Jin's gaze. They turned around and looked at the pool side at the guy in a white jumper who wasn't too hot.

"Brother Tianyu, this is the one you said?" The beautiful woman with wet hair tilted her head and took a good look at the strange boy by the light of the courtyard by the pool.

Ma Tianyu looked at his cousin with a smile and nodded.

"Hello." Quite polite, Xiao Xian waved at Meng Jin.

Just as Meng Jin was hesitating whether to respond to her friendliness, the next sentence made the atmosphere freeze again, "I said, freak." Did you really confess to ninety-nine girls? ”

Ignoring Meng Jin's right hand raised in mid-air, in a burst of laughter like a silver bell, that Xiaoxian threw herself into the arms of his handsome cousin again.

Looking at the whispers of the two people in the pool, Meng Jin decisively turned around and returned to the restaurant.

A bowl of fragrant omelettes was placed on the table. Uncle Mao is gone, and he probably went to watch TV again.

Meng Jin silently moved his chopsticks.

Filling your stomach is the last word.