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Meng Xintong looked at the palm print on Zhou Pingyu's face, and was directly angry, and hurriedly looked at Zhou Pingyu's face, "How is it, is it painful, it's all my fault."

Zhou Pingyu shook his head, looked at Meng Xintong and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, fortunately I didn't hit you in the face." The only thing he was sad about was that Meng Xintong had lived such a day before, and he had to take Meng Xintong out of the Meng family no matter what.

Meng Xintong looked back at Meng's father and said loudly: "Dad, since I was a child, you beat me and scolded me for not caring about me, and I don't have any complaints about you, but when I grew up, you never regarded me as a daughter, just regarded me as a commodity, and only kept estimating how much value it could bring you, heh, I have been lonely all these years, but I finally met Pingyu, and I only care about me with him, but you still have to beat him, why do you beat him, why do you beat him, why do you want"

Taking a breath, Meng Xintong continued to be angry and said: "Heh, you just think that I am your biological daughter, so you rely on this capital to beat and scold at will, you are nothing more than a snob and a bully." ”

"Bastard, you bastard, get out of here."

Meng Xintong held back her tears, smiled and said loudly: "Okay, then I'll get out, don't beg me to enter the Meng family in the future." ”

After Meng Xintong and Zhou Pingyu left, Meng's father sat on the sofa, and for some reason, watching his eldest daughter leave the Meng family like this, he couldn't say anything in his heart.

Meng's father didn't know that he would regret his actions today, and when he later knew the truth and knew that he only had such a daughter, it would be too late to make amends.

A mocking arc flashed in Su Lenghan's eyes, it turned out that this was the Meng family, and he only saw it clearly today, so even if Father Meng stammered at him all day, Su Lenghan always had a faint look.

After Meng Xintong came out of Meng's house, he came to the house rented by Zhou Pingyu.

Zhou Pingyu held Meng Xintong's hand all the time, thought about it for a while, and finally said: "Xintong, you don't have to go back to Meng's house in the future, I will work hard to make money to support you and give you flowers." ”

Meng Xintong used ice cubes to cover Zhou Pingyu's face, listened to Zhou Pingyu's words, and said: "You are really a nerd, in fact, as long as the two of us are together, it doesn't matter what, the key is that I am worried about the death of the Meng family, even if there are only a few, I have to get it, otherwise it will become a threat to you and me." ”

The two lived outside for the time being, and Meng Xintong took out the information about Chen Pei, and she planned to send it to reporters in a few days.

And Xie Limo also met Zhou Pingyu.

Zhou Pingyu looked at Xie Shao, who made him look up to him and admired him, he was very excited in his heart, and he spoke with respect.

Xie Limo and Zhou Pingyu were talking, and after observing for a while, they said their purpose, which was to help him enter the political department of Zibei City.

Zhou Pingyu was a little stunned, and didn't react for a while.

"Are you worried that Zibei City is mixed and difficult to manage"

Zhou Pingyu hurriedly shook his head, "No, Xie Shao, I just didn't expect you to help me and give me this opportunity, I'm not afraid of hardship or Zibei City." He has always wanted to work hard, so that he can rely on his own efforts to give Meng Xintong a stable life.

Xie Limo smiled lightly, his slender fingers clasped the table, and he said softly: "Don't hide it from you, I'm for my wife, she wants to enter the film and television industry, and Zibei City has the best film and television market, so I asked you to go to the political department of Zibei City, and I will help you after you go, but everything still depends on you, I think you will agree, because we are all for the person in our hearts, aren't we" 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.