The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 307
This antique appraising genius didn't need Wang Qianqian's explanation, Song Ye guessed it, "Meng Ziheng."

"Well, that's right." Wang Qianqian nodded, sighed softly and continued: "There are many offshoots of the big family, and everyone wants to strive for the top. Even the main family must continue to bear the pressure of competition from the same clan. And this generation of Meng family head Mencius is the heir of Maimai. It is said that Mencius wrote poems at the age of three, writing at the age of five, and emerged at an antique appraisal conference at the age of seven. He was called a natural genius for antiques by the outside world. , and Meng Ziheng lived up to expectations and became more and more successful. It’s just that Meng Ziheng did something recently that angered Mr. Meng.”

"Huh? What's the matter?" This time, it was Xiang Qing who asked the question first. She was fascinated by it as if it were a story, and couldn't wait to hear the rest.

Wang Qianqian winked at her strangely, and said with a smirk, "Because he rejected the marriage appointed by Mr. Meng and refused to marry."

"Ah?" Xiang Qing was stunned for a moment and didn't realize it. After thinking about it, she felt wrong, "Isn't Meng Ziheng just like us, only 16 years old? Isn't he old enough to get married?"

"Hey, it's not just about getting married. Mr. Meng wants Meng Ziheng to have a baby sooner." Wang Qianqian smiled treacherously, and Xiang Qing blushed again when she succeeded with one sentence, saying that it was impossible.

"Hey, this thing sounded ridiculous to me at first, but I heard from my dad that Mr. Meng reads a lot of antiques, and his thinking is the same as that of old antiques. The generations of the Meng family all married at the age of 15 and had children. Open branches and leaves, and strengthen the family blood. Mencius Heng is known as a genius, and Mr. Meng can't wait for him to give birth to a few more young geniuses." Wang Qianqian spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders at this point, "But it's a pity Mencius Heng didn't want it, and even let the whole antique circle say that he didn't like women, so angry that the old man almost had a heart attack."

"Ah? He really said that?" Xiang Qing covered her mouth, and was so shocked by the twists and turns of the story that she kept screaming, "This Mencius Heng is too nonsense, even if he refuses the marriage, he can't say that he doesn't like women, right? How misleading it sounds."

Indeed, in this era, 16-year-old boys, let alone falling in love, would blush for a long time even if they held hands.What is more unacceptable than puppy love is homosexuality. It is conceivable how much impact Meng Ziheng's words will have on the reputation of the Meng family.

"And then?" Song Ye asked after hearing the story. She felt that this matter would not end like this.

"Then..." Wang Qianqian turned her head, smiled and elongated her tone. After buying a pass, she launched the most exciting content, "Then it's even more nonsense. Mencius Heng is the only hope for the main line of the Meng family, and it is even more of an antique. The most eye-catching genius in the world, every move will involve the rise and fall of the future antique world. The Meng family refused to give up, fearing that Meng Ziheng would really like a man, so they sent a boy to Meng Ziheng's room the next day. Mencius was so angry that he smashed all the four treasures of his study."

These gossip secrets are the most able to arouse girls' curiosity. When Wang Qianqian got drunk while riding Wang Yutang, she often heard them dancing.

Xiang Qing opened her mouth a long time ago and didn't know how to make a good expression. She just felt that everything she heard was like a novel about an ancient mansion.

But Song Ye understood the deep meaning of Wang Qianqian's worry from it.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Ye returned to the dormitory, opened the door, and saw a slender figure standing motionless by the table. He was wearing a gray robe, and the table was covered with the Four Treasures of the Study. Concentrate on painting one stroke at a time.

If he hadn't confirmed that he was in the 21st century, Song Ye would have thought that what he saw was an ancient man, a talented scholar full of books.

Meng Ziheng grew up in a scholarly family since he was a child, and he was fascinated by his ears and eyes, and he was born with a luxurious atmosphere. This long robe suits him better than his school uniform. Between his drooping eyebrows and eyes, his expression is calm and peaceful. It is like a faint daffodil flower blooming in the water, scorching and bright.

Song Ye didn't bother him, sat in the living room playing with his mobile phone, and sent a message asking Yunhua to investigate the news about the Meng family.

After a while, there was only a slight sound and the sound of footsteps. Before Song Ye got up, he raised his head and met Meng Ziheng's eyes.

"What are you doing here?" He frowned slightly, seeing that Song Ye was still wearing today's school uniform, he said with displeasure, "Please pay attention to personal hygiene in the room."

Uh... well, this Ganqing is also a master of cleanliness.

"Hmm." Song Ye was noncommittal, and stood up from the sofa, before going into the bedroom to get a change of clothes to take a shower.

When passing by Meng Ziheng, the other party's eyes fell on her mobile phone, and his brows frowned again, "You..."

"Huh?" Song Ye paused and looked sideways.

At close range, Song Ye's exquisite face became even more fair and flawless, and it was too beautiful. Meng Ziheng only glanced at it, then turned his face away, and said coldly, "It's nothing." Then, he turned and opened the door to leave. go.

In the past, Song Ye only thought that a rich man like Meng Ziheng had severe delusions about being murdered. After hearing Wang Qianqian's words tonight, he understood why he was so cold to him.

But everyone does not interfere with the river, and she didn't need to explain anything. She wandered into the bedroom and admired the superb paintings on the other's desk before taking something to take a bath.

Late at night, in the Maoshan base, Qin Zhan, who was working in his office, received a call from Wang Zhengnan.

"Hey, old team member, I should have kept you for two more days if I knew it earlier."

Hearing his complaint, Qin Zhan immediately reacted, "What's wrong with him?" This him, of course, refers to Song Ye.

He did something bad in the afternoon, so he rushed back to the base with a guilty conscience, fearing that he would be caught by the shrewd brat, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't get a call from the brat, instead he waited for Wang Zhengnan's complaint call.

"Your baby brother kicked a student in the cafeteria this afternoon, and broke three ribs with one kick. I'm almost annoyed to death by the family's killing and interlocking chains."

"Beat people..." Qin Zhan stopped the pen in his hand, and his first reaction was that he was happy. At least his body would be fine if he could beat someone.

"Hey, why do I feel that you are laughing?" Wang Zhengnan wondered, and shouted on the other end of the phone.

Qin Zhan turned the nib of the pen, tapped the table with the cap, and said in a firm tone: "What did the other party do? The kid doesn't hit people for no reason." Although Song Ye looked cold, he always acted with reason, didn't he? Ordinary bear kid.

(End of this chapter)