Under Meng Haochen's supervision, Meng Yao was extremely hard to do the third test paper, tired to death, and finally couldn't stand it, so she used as an excuse to go to the toilet with her mobile phone.

"My head hurts, and the baby doesn't take the Qingbei exam, why do you have to work so hard?"

Meng Yao sat on the toilet, muttering and swiping open her phone, and saw a WeChat message.

It was sent by He Zheng.

From two hours ago.

In order to learn to be quiet, her phone was on mute just now, and even the vibration was canceled, so she didn't see it until now.

Meng Yao clicked on the message and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.

Mr. H: "Your mother's friend today is named Zhou Fuchang, 45 years old, married, and has been detained three times for molesting women and soliciting prostitution. ”

The words "married", "molesting women", "prostitution" and other words instantly made Meng Yao's eyes widen wider than copper bells, and there was a rumble in his head.

She couldn't even wait to reply to the message, so she directly dialed He Zheng's number in a hurry, and after connecting, she immediately lowered her voice and asked quickly: "It's really fake, how do you know?!" ”

He Zheng didn't say that he found out the identity and information of the owner through the license plate, but said lightly: "Of course it's true, I said that you can trust me 200 percent." ”

Meng Yao took a deep breath, her mind was still a mess, and asked again, "Then what should I do now?" ”

He Zheng asked, "What is the relationship between him and your mother?" ”

Meng Yao was stunned, and she didn't know this.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Yao ran out of the bathroom, saw He Jianing who was mopping the floor, rolled her eyes, and hurriedly went over to grab the mop: "Mom, you rest quickly, I'll help you mop the floor." ”

He Jianing said with a smile, "You haven't done much housework, and you can't clean it." ”

Meng Yao said: "That's why you have to practice more, I will help you work more in the future, come, give me the mop." ”

He Jianing was reluctant to discourage her enthusiasm, so he gave her the mop with a smile, thinking that he would drag it again at most.

Meng Yao said while dragging: "Mom, just chat with me if you're fine, we haven't chatted for a long time." ”

He Jianing sat on the sofa and smiled even deeper: "Okay, what do you want to talk to your mother?" ”

Meng Yao pretended to be curious and asked, "What is that Uncle Zhou doing today, how did you meet, and is he interesting to you?" ”

He Jianing's face flushed slightly, and he said angrily: "Why are children asking this? ”

"I'm almost eighteen, not too young." Meng Yao muttered, "If you want to remarry, you can also consider my and Xiao Chen's opinions a little." ”

He Jianing smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, it's like this......"

More than half a year ago, He Jianing's dance studio needed to be renovated simply, and after being introduced, he found the boss of Zhou, who opened a construction company, and after he heard that He Jianing was a single mother, he not only gave her the lowest offer, but also helped her run around to buy materials, which seemed very old-fashioned.

After several contacts, the other party told He Jianing that he was widowed in his early years and had never met a suitable partner, and repeatedly explicitly hinted that he hoped to have further development with He Jianing. Although He Jianing politely refused before, he showed no signs of giving up and was still enthusiastic.

During the summer vacation, because of Meng Yao's words, He Jianing's heart was a little shaken, thinking that the other party was not bad, he looked enthusiastic and honest, and it seemed that he could be considered as an object, so he got a little closer to the other party.

When Meng Yao heard this, she couldn't help but ask nervously, "Mom, where are you now?" Nothing happened! ”