Because Meng Jinan had an arm injury, he deliberately didn't rush home.

By the time she returned to Yulong Bay, it was already ten past seven.

She got out of the taxi.

I saw the black Maybach from afar, the one that went to the hotel to give her money today.

The two headlights were facing Cen Rongzhou's car and went out instantly.

It turned out that Cen Yuansheng's dog man had just arrived home.

I didn't reply when I sent him a thank you, did I not see it or did I deliberately hang myself?

The corners of Meng Jin'an's lips curved slightly, thinking that Cen Yuansheng's heart was inconsistent, and he was very annoyed.

This silent dog is indeed difficult to figure out.

But she knows that there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Even if he slept with him, it didn't prevent him from using the money as a bargaining chip to blackmail himself in the future.

What's more, I have to continue to entangle with him.

He Cen Yuansheng is not a fool, he knows that he is Cen Yijin's wife, and helping himself is clearly helping Zhang Xueru's minions.

What kind of medicine is he selling in his gourd?

It's a puzzling question.

In short, Cen Yuansheng and Zhang Xueru's open and secret battles are not stopped, and she, the fish in the pond, will always suffer.

If you want to protect yourself in the Cen family, you have to get more practical things.

This situation of walking on thin ice is only understood by himself, knocking out teeth and swallowing blood.

Besides, she Meng Jin'an is not a pure little white flower, but she just takes what she needs.

Meng Jin'an walked to Cen Yuansheng's car, raised his hand and knocked on the window glass of the cab.

The glass slowly descended.

The man's handsome and indifferent facial contours came into view, and a pair of deep black eyes shot straight at her like a cold pool.

Cen Yuansheng was wrapped in a black suit, and the lines of the whole person were still sharp under the warm yellow headlights, like a sculpture, without any temperature.

Meng Jin'an avoided his gaze, put his fingers on the car window, and leaned closer.

A faint smell of cedar spills from the car, mixed with tobacco and seat leather, dipping into the nose and refreshing with a chill.

She hooked her lips slightly, and her eyes fell on the man's Adam's apple, the red marks had darkened in color and scabbed.

Meng Jin's peace of mind couldn't help but steal fun.

"Ah Sheng, you've just arrived?" The voice was delicate and slightly panting, like in bed.

Cen Yuansheng could see clearly her long straightened and dyed black hair, her delicate slap and small face, and she deliberately greeted herself, with black hair and jade skin, and she was bewitching and thorny.

His two thick eyelashes trembled slightly, a trace of uncertainty flashed in his dark pupils, and he pulled his lips.

"You widow is quite elegant."

With that, tap your finger and press down the window switch.

The glass rose slowly, and he didn't want to bother with her anymore.

Meng Jinan hurriedly withdrew his fingers, stood up straight, and snorted coldly at the car.

I wanted to say thank you to him, but it seems that there is no need.

Meng Jin'an twisted his ass and entered the villa.

In the living room, Cen Rongzhou changed out of the formal clothes he wore to work, dressed in gray home clothes, and sat on the sofa looking at his mobile phone.

Zhang Xueru was still wearing a white nightgown, with the string of black and bright Buddha beads between her fingers.

"Yanqi can also help share the burden now, you just give him a chance to exercise, maybe he can help you."

Zhang Xueru whispered in front of Cen Rongzhou.

Cen Rongzhou snorted coldly when he heard this, and he didn't raise his head.

"Just your precious nephew, who has been drunk and drag racing for three days and caused trouble, entering the bureau is like entering your own home, do you want the company to see the joke?"

"That was before, Yanqi was already a person who was going to get engaged, and he has changed a lot, you have to believe him and give him more chances."

Meng Jin'an bent down at the entrance to change his shoes.

I happened to hear the conversation between Zhang Xueru and Cen Rongzhou.

The person in Zhang Xueru's mouth is Zhang Yanqi, the son of her maternal brother Zhang Jinsong.

This person Meng Jin'an is quite familiar, Cen Yijin's cousin, Cen Yijin took her to see her before.

The famous second ancestor, a big carrot, has to tease his kind of gentleman in front of Cen Yijin.

Meng Jin'an is very clear about Zhang Xueru's thoughts now.

She lost her own son, and she was unwilling to let her illegitimate son Cen Yuansheng take the throne, and wanted her nephew to take the lead in Cen Rongzhou.

In this way, the whole family property does not fall into the hands of illegitimate children.

Meng Jinan knew that with her Zhang Xueru's calculations, I am afraid that it was far more than just a plan to make Cen Yuansheng unable to become president smoothly.

Zhang Xueru thought much more vicious than this.

She was just a sharp blade she used to deal with Cen Yuansheng.

Of course, the pros and cons depend on the role they play.

At present, Zhang Xueru is dissatisfied with her.

Zhang Xueru must have more than one chess piece in her hands.

And what his ultimate fate will be depends entirely on the outcome of this family battle.

Meng Jin'an knew very well that even if Zhang Xueru won in the end, he would not end well.

In the Shum Group, controlling real power is king.

Either there are people, or there are shares.

And she, nothing!

Meng Jin'an sat quietly on a low leather stool.

The password unlocks the door and locks.

Cen Yuansheng's tall figure entered the entrance.

Meng Jin'an turned his head to look at him.

The man's suit is structured and fitting, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and he is full of the temperament of a noble son.

If it weren't for his sullen kung fu, the title of the Buddha of Asceticism would indeed be quite in line with him.

Cen Yuansheng's dark eyes glanced at her.

Meng Jin'an looked at him, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, he called Uncle with his mouth, and pointed to the living room.

Cen Yuansheng's eyes were dark and narrow, unwavering, and he walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly.

Look in the direction she pointed to the living room.

The people over there didn't speak anymore.

Cen Yuansheng turned around quietly, the fabric of his trousers brushed Meng Jin'an's knees, and he was about to go to the chest of drawers to get slippers.

His aura is powerful, stained with the faint fragrance of cedar, soaked in this small space, adding a bit of charm to the crampedness.

The corners of Meng Jin'an's mouth rose, and his fingers stretched slightly.

Fingertips ran over the man's trousers as he swept past her, their fingertips running over his tight thighs.

With a slight force, the nails sank into the wool fibers of the man's trousers, like the tip of a knife touching his skin.