Even if the case is raised, it is difficult to calm down in the end.

Who can show their most vulnerable side and let others judge from head to toe like watching a TV series?

Xia Meng's tears were full of all kinds of unwillingness to live a depressed life at the moment, although she was a weak girl, she was by no means a woman who bowed her head easily.

At the age of twenty-eight, her previous life was full of all kinds of sorrow and sorrow, except for Schumann who gave her a little comfort, life did not give her too many sweet times, until a trip to Bali, she tasted the so-called sweetness.

Like the alluring red apple in the Garden of Eden, like Pandora's box that had been closed for a long time in her heart. Her unwillingness became more and more intense in the two days after her return.

Xia Meng leaned against the wall, lowered her head, tears couldn't help but her own opinion as if brushing down with the wind, she kept wiping the tears on her face, but she couldn't stop the tears like pouring out.

At this moment, the phone rings. Take it out and take a look, a name that I don't want to see at the moment: Song Huaishu.

Xia Meng forced herself to clean up her complicated mood at the moment, tilted her head, and didn't let her tears continue to flow. After waiting for more than ten seconds, I let the tiresome ringing of the bell wantonly catharsis at this moment.

Xia Meng dialed the phone, and the voice on the other end of the phone, which was very concerned, seemed so magnetic under the rendering of the radio waves.

"Hey, Xia Meng, how was the journey? Are you back? Have fun? ”

The man on the other end of the phone suddenly asked three questions in a row, so that Xia Meng didn't have any surprises, no excitement, she cleaned up her mood and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "Well, it's a good ......"

"Are you at home now? I'll come to you when I'm done with what I'm doing! ”

"I ......" Xia Meng hesitated, and before he finished speaking, a beeping voice came from the phone, and the surnamed Song hung up the phone.

A man who is seventeen years older than himself has never had any sweet words, not even a word of concern, and even the telephone communication seems so hasty, as if the union with him is just for a marriage contract.

Xia Meng put his phone in his bag, smiled bitterly, walked to the side of the road, and beckoned to a taxi.

Xia Meng's fiancé is named Song Huaishu, and for Xia Meng, I don't know if it was accidental or inevitable to meet him.

Xia Meng's father, Xia Jiangang, didn't know where it came from more than a year ago, and wanted to buy a batch of health wine from a distributor with others and start a business, and that distributor was Song Huaishu. I don't know how Xia Jiangang talked to Song Huaishu, so that Song Huaishu knew about Xia Meng.

Xia Jiangang's entrepreneurship had no accidents at all, and he decisively lost all his money. Song Huaishu rescued the emergency and helped Xia Jiangang repay the money, Xia Jiangang was grateful and asked Xia Meng to invite Song Huaishu to dinner, and it was at this time, under Xia Jiangang's matchmaking, that the two had their first meeting and determined their future relationship.

Xia Meng didn't realize what kind of relationship he had with Song Huaishu at first, but Song Huaishu was the benefactor of their family, after all, the age gap was there, and he never thought that he would have to have a marriage with such a man in the future.

When this man pursued herself, she pursued herself with a way of spending money like running water, which made her feel that this matter was not so simple, and it was not simple for her to bear it, and under the instigation of Schumann, Xia Meng passively accepted this man's kindness to her.

Xia Meng, who has no experience in love and is as clean as a blank piece of paper, was quickly taken down by this man who has experienced the baptism of various women. Xia Meng's life is boring like a machine, shuttling back and forth between home and in the flower shop, since the developed network covers her life, even shopping is saved, and online shopping can solve 90% of her life problems every day.

If there was no trip to Bali, maybe Xia Meng would have tied the knot with Song Huaishu, entered a wealthy family, and was a Mrs. Kuo with peace of mind, all life skills were not needed, just learning to play mahjong, shopping, and doing everything Mrs. Kuo could do.

Xia in the car dreamed of this, feeling that his life was seen at a glance, and a feeling of panic hit his whole body.

"Stop!" Xia Meng's voice was almost a kind of silent scream, startling the driver and master suddenly stepped on the brakes, as if something terrible had happened.

Xia Meng's body leaned forward because of inertia, paid the fare, and got out of the car.

Xia Meng just didn't want to go home so soon, waiting for Song Huaishu to come to the house to find her, she didn't think about how to face Song Huaishu, and she didn't even know how to face herself.

The mobile phone rang again, Xia Meng picked it up and looked, this time it was Schumann.

"Hey, Xia Meng, you'll be back soon, your husband is looking for you!"

Xia Meng's heart hung up at the moment, but he didn't expect that after a long time, Song Huaishu would find his home.

"I ......" Xia Meng didn't think about how to deal with Song Huaishu, hesitated for a few seconds, and planned to lie and hide it, "I'm still at home, I may have to go back later today......"

"Oh...... Then I'll let him go to your house to find you, it's like collecting debts, and I'm very anxious to see you! Schumann on the other end of the phone didn't realize Xia Meng's uneasy mood at the moment, and was still talking witticisms.

"Don't ......" Xia Meng's triumphant expression sitting on the rocking chair appeared in front of Xia Meng's eyes, which made her look disgusted, "Let Lao Song go back first, I'll make an appointment with him another day......"

"Alright! You'd better come back soon! I don't have a lot of food for lunch, you need a snack! ”

"Got it, I'll do it as soon as possible!" After Xia Meng finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.

successfully dodged a sudden visit from Song Huaishu, which made Xia Meng exhale loosely. Xia Meng sat on the bench on the corner of the street, looking at the people coming and going in the square in front of him, in groups, very comfortable.

A group of elderly people are dressed in colorful clothes, waving fans in their hands, dressed up extraordinarily gorgeous, I don't know what kind of dance they are rehearsing, there is a man next to him holding a camera and taking pictures, looking at their beaming faces, Xia Meng couldn't help but smile, when his eyes focused on the man who took pictures, Xia Meng's mind suddenly remembered the photographer, Li Haodong.

The day after returning from Bali, Xia Meng did not have any contact with this man, thinking that Li Haodong was about to have his own family, and he definitely didn't want to have any unclear contact with him.

This man is humorous and talented, and has given Xia Meng a lot of love-like warmth. This kind of warmth has become a shameless shame in Xia Meng's heart, and this contradiction makes Xia Meng almost crazy.

The damn phone rang again and again like chasing a soul, Xia Meng frowned and looked at the three words Song Huaishu on the mobile phone screen, which was even more ruthless than debt collection.

"Xia Meng, do you have time the day after tomorrow? Set aside a day, this time I asked my son to come back from England to arrange for you to meet, and then finalize the wedding process, which will be three months! ”

"I ......" Xia Meng hesitated again, she thought to herself, is it true that all businessmen treat emotional matters so quickly? Can't you say a word of concern, a word of warmth?

"I know it may be a little urgent, but I think I'll see you sooner or later, don't worry about it, anyway, the two of us live together, there won't be any problems!"

"Can you take a break? I haven't thought about it yet......" Xia Meng hesitated, as if he was cautious, and whispered his demand.

"I don't think it's necessary, sooner or later. Anyway, our matter has been decided, even if my son is unhappy, he will go back to England to live with his mother at a wedding, and he can't interfere with us, don't worry, don't have any worries, just follow me! ”

Song Huaishu's words were categorical, foaming at the mouth of a nail, as if there was no room for discussion, and talking to Xia Meng was like issuing an order.

But Xia Meng still wanted to struggle: "I think, can't you delay it for a few days?" ”

"I'll give you a day tomorrow to adjust, the day after tomorrow is the time I set aside for a while, you can just take a break, that's all, goodbye!"

Xia Meng's struggle was a complete failure, and the phone hung up.

There is really no common language with Song Huaishu, if there is really a day when the case is raised, I am afraid that it will not be difficult to calm down, it will be as boring and lonely and desperate as if it is on the edge of the abyss.

When Xia Meng returned home, it was already afternoon.

The smell of take-out food in the living room is indescribably complicated.

Schumann buried in the middle of a pile of plastic lunch boxes picking up the rice in the lunch box, today I don't know why she didn't go to work, dressed in a nightdress, unkempt hair, not even painted makeup.

"You're finally back! When you come home and cook, I'm starving to death! Schumann saw Xia Meng, with a reluctant look, complaining about Xia Meng.

Xia Meng put down the bag in his hand, sat beside Schumann, and looked at the lunch boxes full of tables, there were seven or eight kinds of various dishes, each of which was steaming, and it seemed that it had just arrived.

"Won't you eat if I don't come back?" Xia Meng said, picked up the disposable chopsticks on the table, broke them, and put a dish in his mouth.

Schumann said, "If you don't come, can the food outside be as delicious as you cook?" ”

Xia Meng smiled, with a hint of bitterness: "If I get married, what will you do in the future?" ”

"I'll get married! Anyway, your family has a big business, so you don't need a room to live in me alone! Schumann squinted his eyes and smiled slightly.

Xia Meng lowered his head, groaned, seemed to think for a while, and said, "The day after tomorrow, are you free on Sunday?" ”

Schumann tilted his head, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "It's okay!" What's wrong? ”

"Old Song's son is back and wants us to meet! I want you to come with me......" Xia Meng was not in the mood to eat the meal, holding two chopsticks in his hand and picking up the rice grains in the lunch box in front of him.

"Oh......" Schumann nodded and understood what Xia Meng meant, "His son, how old is he?" ”

"Twenty-one years old......"

"Really!" Schumann's expression was a little strange, as if he felt a little incredible, "You yellow flower girl, you have such a big son before you have anything, I have to go, maybe you can meet my eyes!" You are responsible for Lao Tzu, and I am responsible for taking care of my son! What do you think? ”

"Roll the calves!" Schumann's words made Xia Meng a little bored, and he scolded Schumann angrily.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, Sunday, ten o'clock.

Song Huaishu's car driver had been waiting downstairs for a long time, and Xia Meng was sitting in the living room waiting for Schumann who was still grooming in the bedroom. Xia Meng, who was already upset, was even more upset when he looked at Schumann who was unhurried and procrastinating.

"Schumann, are you alright? It's been more than half an hour! Lao Song urged again! ”

"It's coming, it's coming!" Listening to Schumann's voice, the bedroom door creaked open.

What was reflected in Xia Meng's eyes was clearly a peerless beauty like a noblewoman, with a graceful figure, a scattered big wavy hairstyle, and a red long skirt, wrapping her long legs inside, which looked extremely annoying. Even Xia Meng, a woman, felt thrilled when she looked at it.

"Why are you dressed so coquettishly?" Xia Meng asked in some surprise.

"Give you a long face!" Schumann said and put on an electric charge at Xia Meng, and by the way, he looked at Xia Meng's dress, just a simple pale yellow floral dress, and long hair pulled up by a leather band, which looked clean, but it was too ordinary.

"Big sister! When you see your son today, you will wear this virtue? Schumann said in surprise.

"Let's go! Just your! Xia Meng pushed Schumann out the door and walked out of the unit building.

There was a luxury car parked in front of me, an elongated Lincoln. A young man in his twenties stood beside the car very decently, with his hands on his abdomen, smiling at Xia Meng and Schumann.

The young man looks very ordinary, but he has a special temperament that is not possessed by middle-class people. Watching Xia Meng and Schumann walk out of the unit building, they greeted Xia Meng very politely: "Hello! You're Aunt Xia, right? My dad arranged for me to come and pick you up! ”

Xia Meng and Shu Man were stunned for a moment, the two looked at each other, and their stunned expressions were unusually unified.

Xia Meng nodded: "Yes, you are?" ”

"My name is Song Zhangming, just call me Xiao Ming!" The young man was not only polite, but also highlighted an unusual talkativeness, and he noticed Schumann beside Xia Meng, "Who is this beauty?" ”

"My name is Schumann, and I am your good sister to Aunt Xia!" Schumann smiled and waved his hand to Song Zhangming, his appearance was extremely charming.

Song Zhangming's expression is the appearance of seeing the world, and it is obvious that he can resist the temptation of a beauty like Schumann, after all, the age gap is here, Song Zhangming said hello to Schumann very politely, and then invited Xia Meng and Schumann to get in the car and go to the established hotel location.