Spring is full of Jinghua

In a private room on the second floor, Meng Ciyu sat alone at a table with several dishes and a pot of blue and white carvings.

Today's Meng Ciyu is not as gentle as jade and temperament as blue as before.

His facial features are still pretty, but his cheeks are too pale and thin, his eyes are erratic and hostile, there is a green beard on his lips, a lock of hair hangs down, and his body is unstable even when he is sitting...

He drank the wine sip by sip, occasionally there were footsteps outside, or a few wanton laughs, and he discussed Fu's lewdness and viciousness, killing his own husband and then murdering his adulterer...

Even in the past few months, people are still talking about the entanglement between the Fu family and Cheng Guogong's mansion and Zhennanhou's mansion.

Meng Ciyu was so angry that he cursed a few words, and swept a plate of vegetables to the ground with his palm, the plate was broken, and the vegetables and oil soup were scattered everywhere.He continued to drink as if he hadn't seen it.

The door opened suddenly and a cloaked figure walked in.The cloak and hat were pulled down low, and he lowered his head again. He couldn't see his face, but he was quite dignified.

Meng Ciyu said in a cold voice, "Go out."

The man took off his sleeves. He was a fat man in his late fifties.

"Zhao Hu!" Meng Ciyu stood up angrily, and cursed, "Old man, shameless, get out, get out!"

Zhao Hu looked at Meng Ciyu calmly, sat across from him, shook his head and said, "It's not like Lao Tzu to be so careless."

Meng Ciyu's eyes narrowed, "What did you say?"

Zhao Hu said, "Your mother didn't tell you that you are my son, Zhao Hu?"

Meng Ciyu stared at him blankly, shook his lips, and murmured, "No, how is it possible, my mother is not so shameless... Get out!"

The last word was yelled out.

Zhao Hu's face darkened, and he frowned and said, "It's not filial. You don't say anything about your father. Don't talk about your mother like that, let alone scold me. Your mother is a good woman, and she always thinks about me in her heart. Oh, blame me for being eager It made her complain and misunderstand me... She must have been coerced by Old Fox Meng before she died, so she made that stinky move."

He was so angry that he clenched his fists and smashed the table.

Meng Ciyu said, "It was you who threatened my mother. She is married to my father, and you still don't let her go, let her do things for you, and finally forced her to hang herself, and bring out your scandal...you This old man, you lost your morals, seduced an unmarried girl, and clung to this trick, which killed my mother and ruined my reputation. Life would be better than death..."

Zhao Hu yelled, "Presumptuous, nonsense." Then he took a breath and said, "Your mother and I are not so miserable. We were also young and admired Ai at that time, and we really liked each other, so... well, my father didn't allow her to come in, she I just got angry and married that idiot Meng Daoming. By the time I knew that I wanted to save it, it was too late. I admit that I was anxious about some things. I also wanted to kill Meng Cimo earlier, so that the family would fall to me in the end. In the hands of my son..."

Meng Ciyu spat, "Bah, who is your son..."

Zhao Hudao, "You're a smart kid, so you didn't look in the mirror to see if you look like me or Meng Daoming?"

These words startled Meng Ciyu almost jumping up.He has always known that he looks like his mother. Before, his younger sister often told his mother that she was not good-looking like her father, but her elder brother looked exactly like his mother, which was good-looking...

Look at Zhao Hu again, even though he is old and fat, he still looks a little like his mother... In other words, do you really resemble him?

No matter how angry Meng Ciyu was with Fu Shi, he was unwilling to believe that she still had a relationship with a foreigner after marriage, and even less willing to believe that he was an illegitimate child.If he is really Zhao Hu's son, those two old people who have loved him for 17 years are not real grandparents, he is really finished...

He blushed with anger, pointed at Zhao Hu and scolded, "You shameless old bastard, shut your stinking mouth. My mother has been ruined by you, don't splash dirty water on her again. My mother and my father have We all know how loving you are. If you dare to talk nonsense, don't blame me for being rude. "

He clenched his fists, as if he was about to rush forward and hit someone.

Zhao Hu ignored him and sat down by himself.Seeing that there was only one wine cup and one bowl on the table, he took the bowl over, poured a bowl of wine and drank it.He took out his handkerchief to wipe his mouth, looked up at Meng Ciyu calmly.

"For so many years, I have been thinking about her, and she has me in her heart...Since she got married, I have kept good manners with her. But 18 years ago, I got drunk and had sex with her... A year later, she Wrote me a letter, saying that she bore me a son who looked very much like me... We only had one time after she got married, and you were born."

"Shut up, shut up!" Meng Ciyu was so angry that he slapped all the vegetables on the table, "I'm not your son, I'm Meng Daoming's son, and Meng Ling's grandson."

Deep in Meng Ciyu's heart, it doesn't matter if it's Meng Daoming's son or not, but it must be Meng Ling's grandson, the grandson of Mrs. Meng.

As long as the old couple are still their elders, they will not be abandoned.

Zhao Hu's face was cold, his eyes were full of chills, and he snorted coldly, "A worthless thing, you don't know if you recognize a thief as your father. You look like me, and you are my son, Zhao Hu. Even your mother recognizes you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it. Hmph, that old fox of Meng Ling may have already guessed that you are my son. He won’t tell you, but he just wants to use you to achieve some purpose and kill you.”

Meng Ciyu's eyes were dull, and he sat down on the chair.

Seeing Meng Ciyu's changes, Zhao Hu's eyes lit up with joy, "Don't be impatient, let's talk..."

Mr. Meng Laoguo took several people into the Fuju Restaurant.

The people who were guarding here before saw them coming and immediately restrained the people brought by Zhao Huo.Zhao Hulai's secret, not many people with him.And the restaurant was guarded by people from the Meng family, and the guards of the Zhao family were cleared away in a few strokes, and there was no big commotion.

Seeing the two groups fighting, the people eating in the lobby and the manager of the restaurant stood there in fright, not daring to move.

Meng Zhong said, "What are you supposed to do?"

Mr. Meng Laoguo walked up to the second floor, came to the door of the box at Wang Hao Station, raised his foot to kick the door open, and strode in.

Meng Ciyu stood up and shouted, "Grandfather."

Zhao Hu also stood up in fright, why did this old guy come here.

Without saying a word, the old man punched him with his fist.

Zhao Hu's nose hurt, and his nose bleeds profusely. He quickly covered his nose and shouted, "Come here."

No one came in.

The old man punched him again, cursing while beating, "I beat you to death, you stuffed a woman you didn't want into my house, and now you're here to harm my grandson..."

Although Zhao Hu was more than ten years younger than the old man, he was used to enjoying life and was not the old man's opponent at all.

More and more people gathered at the door.

Wang Hao came over and persuaded, "Grandpa, don't cause trouble."