Cen Yuansheng calmly sat down opposite Cen Rongzhou.

The swarthy ice eyes stared at Cen Rongzhou's eyes for a moment, and said unhurriedly:

"If you continue, you will only lose more chess pieces, and stopping losses in time is also a different way to live."

Cen Rongzhou paused when he heard this, and then laughed, and a trace of unknown meaning appeared in his eyes under the lenses.

"Sure enough, it's my son of Cen Rongzhou."

Cen Yuansheng looked at the folds on Cen Rongzhou's face and the smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, and then pulled the corners of his lips slightly, "Dad, I think Mr. Ma of Xinke should also understand this truth." ”

"Really? Your brother has approached him before, this person is not a good stubble, can you guarantee that he can take it? ”

Cen Rongzhou stared at Cen Yuansheng's face with interest, pinching the sunspot between his fingers and rubbing it gently.

Meng Jinan took the freshly brewed ginseng tea, stood at the door of the study and knocked on the door: "Dad, I made tea for you and uncle." ”

"Come in." Cen Rongzhou's strong and powerful voice came out.

Meng Jin'an opened the door and entered the study, brought the tea tray to Cen Rongzhou and Cen Yuansheng and put it down gently.

The thin white fingers deftly placed the two white jade teapots on both sides of the chessboard, and lifted the transparent teapot with his right hand.

The tea boiled in the teapot is pale yellow, and the sunken American ginseng and dendrobium can be seen inside, and the red wolfberry floats on the surface of the water.

"Jin'an, how is your mother?"

Cen Rongzhou threw the sunspot in his hand back into the Go jar and asked.

Meng Jinan held the handle of the teapot in his hand, bent slightly, quietly peeked at the chessboard, gently poured the tea into the teacup, smiled on his face, and replied softly: "Mom, she has already laid down, her breath is a little uncomfortable, just say take a break." ”

Cen Rongzhou stretched out his hand and took a sip of the teacup to his lips, raised his eyelids and looked at Meng Jin'an: "I'm talking about your own mother." ”

Meng Jin'an couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, his hand shook, and the tea that was being poured into the tea cup followed aside, and the tea spilled on the table.

Meng Jin'an hurriedly put away the teapot and prepared to turn around and draw a paper towel.

Cen Yuansheng, who was opposite, hurriedly handed her the tissue.

Meng Jin'an glanced at Cen Yuansheng, stretched out his hand to take it, and whispered, "Thank you, uncle." ”

Cen Yuansheng bowed slightly, did not look at her, picked up the teacup and lowered his head to take a sip and continue to look at the chessboard.

Meng Jin'an muttered while wiping the tea.

Why did Cen Rongzhou suddenly care about his family's affairs? It couldn't be Cen Yuansheng telling him something, right? Did he tell the old emperor that he asked him about asking for money?

Cen Rongzhou originally disliked his family's background, he didn't have a wedding with Cen Yijin at the beginning, and his parents had never met, she really couldn't figure out why he suddenly asked about his mother.

"Still, it's okay, she's fine." Meng Jin'an returned to Cen Rongzhou with some humility.

Cen Yuansheng raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze swept with coldness, and Meng Jinan even saw contempt and ridicule in his eyes.

"It's okay, you go get busy, I'll talk to Ah Sheng."

Cen Rongzhou waved his hand and motioned for her to leave.

Meng Jinan put away his nervousness and left the study quickly.

Before closing the door, he unconsciously glanced at Cen Yuansheng.

The man still looked indifferent, looking at the chessboard with his eyelashes down.

Half an hour later, Cen Yuansheng came out of Cen Rongzhou's study.

With a file bag in hand, he went straight upstairs.

Cen Yuansheng's room is on the third floor.

However, he has only come back to live in Yulong Bay a handful of times.

Cen Yijin and Meng Jin'an's bedroom is on the second floor.

Cen Rongzhou and Zhang Xueru live on the first floor.

Meng Jin'an was cleaning up with Cao's mother in the kitchen.

She frowned, put the bowl in the dishwasher with the pain in her arm, pressed the switch, and the dishwasher started running.

Under the stew on the gas stove, the bird's nest is still boiling on a small fire.

She stood in front of the stove slightly stunned, reviewing the words of Zhang Xueru and Cen Rongzhou.

"Jin'an, the blood swallow is stewed and put less rock sugar, and add honey after cooling."

Zhang Xueru's voice suddenly appeared behind him, startling Meng Jin'an.

I saw her standing at the door of the kitchen in plain white, her gloomy gaze fell on Meng Jin'an, like a female ghost asking for her life.

"Okay, okay, got it, Mom."

Meng Jin'an cleaned up his mood and nodded obediently.

"Remember to send a bowl to Ah Sheng." Zhang Xueru explained pointedly.

"Okay."

Meng Jin'an naturally understood what Zhang Xueru meant.

The Cen family is now in a three-legged situation, and she is just cannon fodder.

Stretching out the head is a knife and shrinking the head is also a knife, anyway, there is a high top when the sky falls, and the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes.

Meng Jin'an explained when Cao's mother would turn off the fire, and then add rock sugar and other steps after serving it to his wife.

While the dishwasher was still running, she planned to go back to her room and take a shower.

Meng Jin'an went back to the master bedroom on the second floor, took off his suit and shirt, stood in the shower room, and turned on the showerhead.

She closed her eyes and let the hot water pour over her, and her mood instantly relaxed.

But the past of this day is automatically played out in my mind.

It's like a roller coaster, it's fucking exciting.

The wound on her arm didn't bleed anymore, and she put waterproof tape on it.

The places that Cen Yuansheng had pinched and bitten were all blue and purple.

Dog thing, he's really poisonous.