Chapter Ninety-Seven: How to Leave?
The four people at the table did not speak, and the atmosphere became even more weird, Meng Wanyin suddenly remembered the matter of the ring last time, and asked Shen Zonghe curiously.
"Did the man who stole your mother's ring get caught?" As soon as the words fell, she felt a cold gaze from Yue Jiangcheng, shooting at her like a sword.
Meng Wanyin was curious, was the man next to her jealous, otherwise why did he look at her with such eyes?
But thinking that a man like Yue Jiangcheng, who is aloof and ruthless, would be jealous for her, it is impossible.
"Caught." Shen Zonghe said gently.
"I should thank you for this, after all, you are also frightened by this." Shen Zonghe opened his mouth with a smile, and raised the wine glass in front of him to salute Meng Wanyin.
If it weren't for Meng Wanyin, he would probably not be able to catch that woman, that diamond, not only is it expensive, but there is also a nano tracker on it.
His biggest goal is to catch the woman's organization and catch everyone, and the ring is just a bait.
For the Shen family, no matter how expensive the ring is, it is not worth their trouble, but the woman stole the top secret files of the Shen group before.
The value of this file is incalculable, which is why Shen Zonghe must catch her.
And Meng Wanyin couldn't think of this, she was just surprised by Shen Zonghe's ability, in the vast sea of people, catching a person is like looking for a needle in a haystack, she can catch that woman in such a short time, it can be seen that the power is not small.
The topic that the two talked about was like a dumb riddle to Yue Jiangcheng, what happened between Meng Wanyin and Shen Zonghe?
She had only been in France for a few days, and it was impossible for them to know each other before, and all kinds of questions surfaced in Yue Jiangcheng's mind, but he couldn't get an accurate answer, which made him more and more irritable.
The fingers couldn't help but clench tightly, his face was cold and dripping, and the corners of his mouth hooked a thin and cool arc.
The sense of crisis that he had never felt before came to mind for the first time, as if it was a treasure in the palm of his hand that was about to be snatched away by others.
Yue Jiangcheng felt this way for the first time, because no one dared to grab things from him at all, and what he wanted from childhood to adulthood was nothing he couldn't get.
"It's good to find a ring, such a beautiful diamond, you should let your mother treasure it." Meng Wanyin said softly, and couldn't help but recall the blue color in her mind, like the eyes of a Frenchman, clear and beautiful.
"Miss Meng likes it, the ring can be given to you." Shen Zonghe suddenly spoke, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his eyes were full of interest.
Meng Wanyin was taken aback, she didn't expect Shen Zonghe to say such a thing, Yue Jiangcheng was still sitting aside, she shook her head awkwardly.
Anyway, she is still Yue Jiangcheng's wife, even if the two are only husband and wife in name, it is impossible for her to do anything out of the ordinary in marriage.
After all, she is still the identity of Young Grandma Yue.
Meng Nianci has always coveted this identity, and Meng Wanyin also feels that sooner or later, she will be tired of Yue Jiangcheng and driven out of the Yue family, but not now.
"No merit, Mr. Shen, don't be joking, I'm done, you continue, let's go first." As soon as the words fell, Meng Wanyin got up, grabbed Yue Jiangcheng's arm with her fingers, and walked outside the restaurant.
Yue Jiangcheng did not refuse, the two stood together, like a golden boy and a girl, they were very compatible, forming a beautiful landscape in France.
In the whole of France, most of the blue-eyed and blond-haired people couldn't help but stop and look at the obvious oriental faces like Meng Wanyin and Yue Jiangcheng.
was noticed by the French, Meng Wanyin's face couldn't help but climb up with two red clouds, and she was relatively thin-skinned.
Yue Jiangcheng was indifferent to all this, he held Meng Wanyin's hand tightly, walking on the streets of Paris, France, ginkgo biloba leaves scattered on the asphalt road, particularly beautiful.
Fascinated by the scenery in front of her, Meng Wanyin stood in the moonlight, feeling the breeze blowing her hair, she was very happy today because the design had finally progressed.
The day after tomorrow it was time to hand in, and she didn't know what the result would be, but she worked hard, and this feeling was the best.
Yue Jiangcheng walked to Meng Wanyin's side, took her in his arms, rested his chin tightly on Meng Wanyin's head, and smelled the good fruity fragrance on her body.
"Why didn't you tell me when you left the hospital?" Yue Jiangcheng asked in a deep voice.
The moment he stepped into the hospital and saw that the ward was empty, his whole heart seemed to be half empty, and Meng Wanyin wanted to leave to tell him that he was not so unkind.
Meng Wanyin hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "I'm afraid that you are worried about me, you must know that I will run out alone, and I will definitely not worry." ”
Her real idea was that she deliberately wanted to avoid Yue Jiangcheng, since she came to France this time, Meng Wanyin felt that the relationship between the two was much closer, which made her a little panicked.
She was afraid that everything was an illusion, and in the end, she was the only one who fell into the quagmire stupidly, after all, she and Yue Jiangcheng were not from the same world.
In this relationship, Meng Wanyin has always been very passive, whether she marries Yue Jiangcheng or stays by his side, she is forced.
This made her start to suspect that Yue Jiangcheng didn't like him at all, but it just happened to be her, and if he met a better candidate, he would not hesitate to give up on her.
Since she was a child, she had no parents, no matter how strong she was disguised on the surface, Meng Wanyin's inferiority complex could not be healed, she was like a hedgehog, blocking everyone outside, but inside she was soft and fragile.
Yue Jiangcheng didn't speak, and hugged Meng Wanyin tightly in his arms, he always felt that there seemed to be some layer of estrangement between the two, blocking their hearts.
When she returned to the hotel and saw her son lying on the sofa, Meng Wanyin quickly walked over and hugged him in her arms, full of guilt.
Her son and Yue Jiangcheng came to France to see her, but she was so busy every day that she had no time to spend with her son, and she was not a responsible mother.
"Mom, you're back." When Yue Jinyu saw his mother, his eyes were full of surprise, and he sat up from the sofa in an instant.
"Mom is back, will Mom accompany you to sleep in the room?" Meng Wanyin said softly, full of pity for Yue Jinyu in her heart.
In fact, it doesn't matter if she gives up the position of the young grandmother of the Yue family, she can accept giving up Yue Jiangcheng, after all, this man doesn't belong to him in the first place.
But when she wanted to leave Yue Jinyu, Meng Wanyin felt like a knife, she had long regarded this sensible and obedient child as her own son.
When she thought of Meng Nianci's attitude towards Yue Jinyu, she hated a little, why the child was not born by her, but by the ruthless woman.
Holding Yue Jinyu tightly in her arms, Meng Wanyin wanted to give him all her maternal love, and she was willing to give up her life for the sake of her son, how could she be willing to leave?