"Poisonous?" Meng Yao was shocked, and the ear threads on the chopsticks fell back into the plate without noticing. She stared at Ye Feng, who was full of oil, and said, "Don't be kidding, you still eat so fragrant poison?" ”

"I don't eat it, are the guys who are hiding behind the scenes willing to jump out?" Ye Feng glanced at Meng Yao with an unkind face, and said, "You'd better put on your clothes, otherwise, if you start in the middle of the night, I'm afraid you'll be seen by those people." ”

Meng Yao was stunned for a while, she originally wanted to use her body to keep Ye Feng. But judging from the current situation, I am afraid that there will be no chance for her to dedicate herself tonight. Frowning and looking at Ye Feng, who was doing nothing, Meng Yao thought, are these dishes really poisonous?

"The weather forecast says there will be a short shower tonight." Zhang Ziqiang shook the red wine glass in his hand, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said to the little brother with yellow hair behind him: "Hammer, do you say this rain can come?" ”

"Hey, hey." Huang Mao stepped forward with a cheap smile, bent like a ripe prawn, and said respectfully to Zhang Ziqiang, who was sitting under the pavilion: "Brother Qiang, this rain can't fall, we don't count; But the life or death of this dream girl is up to you, Brother Qiang. It's just that, the old man's side? ”

"Huh?" Zhang Ziqiang heard his little brother mention his father, and his face immediately turned cold. His eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said in a cold tone, "Don't show him in front of me." He sacrificed his life and forgot to die for decades for Meng Haitao, in exchange for what? People just use him as a bodyguard! ”

Zhang Ziqiang was angry when he mentioned this, he raised the red wine glass in his hand, drank it in one go, and then slammed the valuable goblet on the floor, and roared hysterically: "Butler? To put it nicely, it's a life secretary; But to put it mildly, it's a minion, a minion! ”

Xiao Huangmao was embarrassed, but relying on his good skills and being very valued by the big brother in front of him, he boldly said: "Old man, he ~ attaches great importance to feelings, so he looks down on things outside his body." ”

"Hmph~, heavy feelings?" The corners of Zhang Ziqiang's mouth turned up, revealing a sneering smile, and said, "In these years, how can you still have any feelings?" He is bearish, but what about the 100th brother under his command? Which one doesn't want to drive a luxury car and live in a bungalow? There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests. ”

He sighed word by word: "The ancients had a cloud: people die for money, birds die for food. It's a natural thing, not to mention us, even those kindergarten kids know to be friends with rich people. Therefore, money is everything that rules this world; Money will also become a measure of a person's success. ”

Xiao Huangmao nodded noncommittally, he asked himself if he hadn't been to school for a few years, and he wasn't interested in these nerve-wracking truths. His goal was to make a knife, a quick knife that could help the man in front of him overcome obstacles. Therefore, he pointed out where to fight, and he didn't need to figure out the direction and right and wrong by himself.

Seeing that Xiao Huangmao didn't answer his words this time, Zhang Ziqiang glanced at him in surprise, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "Sanzhang Hongchen is charming, everyone is drunk and I am sober." Hehe, there are too many mediocre talents, and my brother is very lonely! ”

Accompanied by Xiao Huangmao and a few big men, Zhang Ziqiang swayed open the glass door of the living room. He stared at Meng Haitao's black-and-white photo for a few seconds before he muttered: "You are also pitiful, your wife died early, and you don't even have a son." ”

He wondered if Meng Haitao was an impotent brother, blind to this thousands of family fortunes, and he didn't even have a lover. waved his hand to signal the younger brothers to close the doors and windows, and even the curtains were tightly drawn. Zhang Ziqiang walked over and knelt on the futon in front of the statue, kowtowed three times, and lit a stick of incense.

He stared at the man in the photo and said, "Girls are outgoing, you can see for yourself, even your own daughter doesn't come to keep filial piety for you, and you have to be replaced by me, a nephew." Why don't we kiss each other, your old man will marry Meng Yao's sister to me? ”

After he finished speaking, he deliberately frowned, put his ears close to the portrait of Meng Haitao, pretended to listen, and said with a surprised face: "What? You disagree? Sister Meng Yao has already promised the second son of the Li family? Hey, my good uncle, look at it, take a closer look, what is it? ”

Zhang Ziqiang said, and took out a golden card from his suit pocket, on which were written four big characters: Divorce Contract.

That's right, it's the divorce contract, which was sent by the Li family. Zhang Ziqiang opened the card in his hand, and then shook it in front of Meng Haitao's portrait, and then said sarcastically: "Do you think that the dream family and the Li family are the right people?" As everyone knows, people don't look down on you at all. ”

"Otherwise, your front foot was just buried, why did people send this back foot? Hehe, anyway, I, Zhang Ziqiang, am also the biological son of your brother Meng Haitao, how many times has my father saved you? Not less than twenty times, right? Now that you're dead, or the funeral I gave you, it's not too much to marry Sister Meng Yao to me, right? ”

"You want to be beautiful!" A hoarse and loud voice came, and then down the stairs to the second floor slowly walked down two people, two women. One is Zhang's mother, the maid of the Meng family, and the other is Meng Yao's grandmother and Meng Haitao's biological mother.

Seeing that one of the protagonists tonight appeared, Zhang Ziqiang's face showed a smile, he stood up, and walked over to sit on the leather sofa in the living room with a big grin. Just stretched out a scissor hand, and the younger brother behind cleverly handed over a cigar and helped to light the fire diligently.

Zhang Ziqiang took a deep breath, then closed his eyes slightly, and slowly spit out the smoke in his mouth, then opened his eyes, looked at the old lady who walked to the side and said, "Grandma, tell me, where do I think of beauty?" ”

"Don't call me grandma. You don't deserve it! The old lady said angrily: "Zhang Ziqiang, I don't want to talk to you, let Zhang Zhendong come over, I want to ask him, how is our dreamer to him?" How does my son treat him? Are you worthy of Haitao in doing this? Is it worthy of the dreamer? ”

Zhang Ziqiang pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Grandma, you will make me embarrassed." My dad and he, in order to save Uncle Meng, were a narrow escape. If you don't believe me, you can ask the police, the bombs are genuine. ”

Seeing that the old lady was choked by herself, Zhang Ziqiang's heart blossomed, and then said: "Although my dad was lucky enough to pick up a small life, he was also seriously injured and is still lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital!" Or? I'll drive your old man over to see it myself? ”

"Humph! There's no need for that. Zhang Ziqiang, I'll tell you the truth, my granddaughter has a boyfriend, you don't want to beat her in the future. Although the old lady was not tall, the momentum of her speech was overwhelming, making everyone present have hot faces.

Entrusted by people, loyal to people. What about them? But he took the money of the dreamer and did things for the Zhang family.

In fact, except for Zhang Ziqiang himself, everyone present did not have the courage to fight Meng Yao. Even Zhang Ziqiang was forced to be helpless, so he hit Meng Yao with his idea. No way, who made her Mengyao the only legal heir of "Tianhai Group"?

Zhang Ziqiang did not speak, but turned his gaze to Zhang's mother beside the old lady. Seeing her nodding slightly at herself, Zhang Ziqiang's face showed a relieved smile.

"Hammer, go and invite Sister Meng Yao and her boyfriend over. Uncle Meng was buried at noon, shouldn't they kneel here to keep filial piety? ”

"Okay, Brother Qiang." Huang Mao nodded, and then walked upstairs with the two big men in black. As he walked, he pulled out a black object from his waist. When the old lady saw clearly that the pitch-black object in Huang Mao's hand was a pistol, she suddenly collapsed on the carpet.

"Woo~"

A gust of wind passed, and the large chandelier in the living room flashed twice, and it was pitch black. The shadows of the trees in the courtyard swayed, and a lightning bolt streaked across the sky.

"Ziqiang, do you really want me to marry Meng Yao to you?" There was a cold and hollow voice in the living room, as if it came from the depths of hell, and it was only creepy and cold sweat swishing down.

Who? , haunted?