Before leaving, Meng Zijin and An Kuxiao chatted a few words about photography-related topics, and added WeChat to each other by the way.

Song Yunshen took a deep breath silently, sinking his already faintly restless heart.

It's a long time coming.

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan.

"I'll show you the picture." Out of the swimming pool, Zheng Youhe couldn't hold back his excitement, and he had already left Song Yunshen behind him.

Seeing Meng Zijin and Zheng Hehe get into the car, Song Yunshen stopped, and it was not until Zheng Youhe drove the car away that he turned around and walked back to the swimming pool.

An Ku saw him come back and quipped, "Seeing her like this, didn't she recognize you?" ”

Song Yun looked at him with deep eyes.

"Okay, I won't say it." An Ku kept his mouth shut and continued to fiddle with the object in his hand.

"I just heard from Annai that this girl will graduate in July this year, it's so fast, it's been so many years." After packing up his things, An Ku patted him on the shoulder, "This is all graduated, can you start?" ”

"Take care of your mouth." Song Yunshen said expressionlessly, and then changed the topic, "The matter of taking pictures of Guo Jiamu is so decided, arrange a time to tell me." ”

An Ku chuckled lightly and did not turn the topic back to Mencius.

Song Yunshen is resolute in the mall, but his ability to chase women is the worst, otherwise, he would not have waited for a little girl to grow up and waited for four years.

When he knew that he had a first love affair with a high school student who had not graduated, An Ku was so shocked that he couldn't sleep for a few days.

Meng Zijin was also on the social hot spot as the provincial champion of the college entrance examination back then, and it was impossible for Song Yunshen not to pay attention to it, but he has not started in the past few years, and he is afraid of scaring others.

After all, there is a difference of eight years.

So An Ku had a bold guess in his heart.

This person wants to wait for her to graduate from college.

Annai saw her teacher laughing silently there, and couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing?" Laughing so obscenely. ”

An Ku glanced at him: "Did you talk to the teacher like this!" ”

"You're used to it." Annai packed up a lot of things and continued to move them to the car.

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It's March now, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

After returning from the swimming pool, when Meng Zijin was enjoying the picture of the beautiful man in Zheng He and his mobile phone, he received a call from Mr. Meng Yongnian.

It is nothing more than an exhortation to attend tomorrow's calligraphy and painting exhibition.

Yingcheng will hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition every spring and March, and the organizer is their Meng family.

The Meng family is a century-old scholarly family, and Meng Zijin has been nurtured since he was a child, and he is a proper eldest lady of the family.

At this time of year, no matter how stubborn her temperament is, she has to put away and play the well-informed and wealthy lady in front of others.

She may be naturally rebellious, but she just doesn't want people to know that she Meng Zijin is Meng Yongnian's daughter.

So even if you attend, it's just a perfunctory walk.

But fortunately, Meng Yongnian spoiled her, and no place where she appeared appeared was ever for the media to appear, so to this day, no one knows what the eldest lady of the Meng family looks like.

But this time, I heard that the old lady of the Meng family will also attend.

Even if Meng Yongnian was protected, Meng Zijin couldn't hide.

Flipping through the photos of the macho man with eight-pack abs with her fingertips, but Meng Zijin's mind was not on this, until the interface showed a man in a black suit, her fingertips paused slightly, and her thoughts pulled back little by little.

There are two people in the photo, one is her and the other is Song Yunshen.

She is the back, and he has a side face.

One, staring at her with tenderness on the side face.

Zheng You's angle with this candid shooting is easy to misunderstand.

"Zheng and You!" Meng Zijin shouted, couldn't wait for her to run over, and went directly to put the phone in front of Zheng Hehe's eyes, "What did you shoot?" ”

Zheng Youhe was still cutting cucumbers, his head tilted back to see the screen clearly, and after watching the thief, he smiled: "Isn't it very atmospheric?" Like it, right? I like to send you and give you an avatar. ”

"you!" Mencius arched his knee and slammed it into her buttocks.

"I wanted to tell you later, but you saw it yourself, so I won't wait for you to open up yourself, just tell you." Zheng He spoke while working, "Senior Brother Song absolutely likes you, you zoom in on the photo, those eyes look like looking at your wife, but what, my Meng Baobao is already popular, Senior Brother Song may have fallen in love with you at first sight." ”

"It's a pity that you're not a screenwriter." Meng Zijin turned off the screen of his mobile phone, pretended not to care, stroked his hair and walked back to the living room, and after sitting down, he couldn't help but open the mobile phone and turn it out again, and the photo was enlarged according to Zheng Hehe's words.

Song Yunshen is good-looking, which she has never denied from the beginning.

But this look ......

It's incredible.

What is the look of love at first sight?

She always felt that Song Yunshen had known her for a long time.

After staring at it for a while, Mencius sent the photo to himself, and then deleted the chat history with a weak heart.

As if she had done something wrong, she scratched her neck, coughed twice, and shouted, "Zheng Youyou, I'm hungry." ”

"Ready, you wash your hands first, come and serve the food." Zheng Yo-yo responded to her in the kitchen.

With a sigh of relief, Mencius's face was hot for a while, and he got up and went into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Youhe suddenly raised his hand and hooked her chin, looking at her with a straight look.

"What am I doing? Serve the food. Mencius squeezed her hand away.

"I'm asking why your face is so red." Zheng Youhe reached out to her head again, "It's strange, it's not hot." ”

Mencius became more and more weak-hearted, picked up the dishes and left: "The blush that just hit." ”

Zheng Youhe said with a smile: "What's wrong with you." ”

Mencius was afraid of revealing his stuffing, so he hurriedly found a topic to divert Zheng Hehe's attention.

"I have to go back to Jinyuan tonight, tomorrow is the calligraphy and painting exhibition, I have to go home to be the eldest lady." Mencius's mood was not high.

"Can you still come out when you go back?" Zheng Youhe blinked and asked heartily.

Mencius thought for a while: "There is still a class on Monday, it should be possible." ”

"Oh, that's it, it's not a big problem."

Mencius: "......"

Sisterhood, there is, but not much.

Jinyuan, in fact, is the old house of the Meng family, an antique single-family villa, in a suburb with beautiful mountains and rivers.

The word Jinyuan, or the old lady of the Meng family personally inscribed the word, is hung on the gate.

Meng Zijin didn't dare to go back too late, so he changed his clothes and went downstairs, at this moment Uncle Yang was already waiting downstairs early, and at the same time reported the information to Meng Yong after receiving Meng Zijin.

The weather is gradually warming, but it is still slightly cool at night, Meng Zijin is wearing a small fragrance suit, and there is a shoulder on his shoulders, earrings and necklaces are all collected at Meng Yongnian's auction some time ago, and he is stepping on ten centimeters of high heels that are expensive at a glance, and the female college student who wore a down jacket of two hundred yuan an hour ago is very different.

She is indeed a rose.

Whether it's her now, or she's at school.

When he returned to Jinyuan, but only two months had passed, Mencius folded his hands on his knees, waited for the car to stop, waited for the door to open, and then put his hands lightly on the maid's hands, and his manners were all elegant.

This is the Mencius in the mind of Mrs. Meng.

It was also Mencius after returning to Jinyuan.

There were no less than ten people standing neatly at the gate, all of them welcoming her.

All the way east, through the courtyard and the corridor to the main hall, the Meng family members were all waiting for her.

"Grandpa." Mencius stepped into the threshold and shouted to the elders one by one.

"Jin Jin is back, come, sit down, come to grandpa." Old lady Meng was already full of white hair, and often had two walnuts in her hand, and she did not hide her joy when she saw Meng Zijin.

"I'm not thin, the meat is all there, grandpa, don't patronize me, everyone is waiting for you to say something." Mencius laughed helplessly, sat down beside the old lady, and smiled.

Everyone in the Meng family spoils her, and even the old lady, who is strict with everyone on weekdays, has made an exception for her three times and twice, but the old lady also has an untouchable bottom line.

Old lady Meng has two sons under her knees, one is Meng Yongnian, and the other is Meng Sinian, who is sitting alone on the left side of the hall.

Although Meng Sinian is Meng Zijin's uncle, he is fifteen years different from Meng Yongnian, and he is only thirty years old this year.

He is only ten years older than Mencius.

and the year of establishment, but there is no object, outsiders say that he is a prodigal.

In fact, Mencius was familiar with him on weekdays, and peeked at a photo under the pillow in his room.

said that it was a prodigality, but it hid a deep love.

"It's nothing, the calligraphy and painting exhibition has been held for a long time in the past few years, I have nothing to worry about, but the people who will attend tomorrow are all people with heads and faces in Yingcheng, you can do it, don't forget to find a girl for Si Nian." Old Man Meng is still thinking about this in his heart.

Mencius pursed his lips and tried to hold back a laugh.

Meng Yongnian knew that this matter was difficult to do, but he still responded first: "Father, don't worry, I will Zhang Luo." ”

Meng Sinian stared at Meng Zijin meaningfully: "......"

What are you afraid of, with the eldest niece here, you can hide from everything.

Meng Zijin blinked, looking at the old lady with a smile on his face, avoiding Meng Sinian's calculating gaze.

"Jin Jin graduated this year, right?" After a while, the old lady continued to explain the next thing.

When Mencius heard this opening remark, he secretly sighed that it was not good.

"Yes, graduating in July." Xu Qiang answered for her, "It will take two years to get a bachelor's degree in the UK in September." ”

Mencius frowned slightly.

"Although this is the case, she is the only grandchild of the Meng family, how long are you going to hide her?" Old lady Meng's face was slightly condensed, "Take advantage of this calligraphy and painting exhibition to take her to know more people." ”

"Yes, my daughter-in-law knows." Xu Qiang should go down.

Meng Sinian put down one of his overlapping legs, still staring at Meng Zijin, smiling but not smiling.

After the dispersal, Mencius was named to help the old lady back to his residence, and what he said along the way was nothing more than those words that made his ears calloused, Mencius listened patiently, and she answered what God asked.

"Don't be perfunctory to me, your uncle can't get a daughter-in-law if he doesn't fight, and your father and mother don't want to have more heirs, so the inheritance can only be handed over to you." The old lady was rarely childish, so she stopped and nodded Mencius's forehead, and her tone was so serious.

"Why can't my uncle get a daughter-in-law, he's only thirty, maybe next year, the year after next, I will have an aunt." Mencius wrinkled his nose and took out the coquettish set, "Even if you don't, Uncle is so young, if you want to inherit it, he will inherit it." ”

"You let a bar owner inherit my Meng family's century-old inheritance?" Old lady Meng's tone was aggravated, and Meng Zijin didn't dare to say more than half a word.

"Zijin knows his mistake."

A scholarly family, a century-old foundation.

The owner of the bar, the inheritance is not allowed.

Every word is heart-wrenching.