Top-secret love: The new wife who underwent plastic surgery is a bit fierce

Chapter 274 Meeting 3
She smiled happily and said, "Ji Zhi is so serious, I thought who it was. I never thought that my uncle is so young and well-maintained. If you go out and meet people who don't know you, you must say You are brothers now."

She talked enthusiastically for a long time by herself, but the two men sitting on the sofa didn't respond at all, they just stared very seriously.

Meng Qianqian: "..."

She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Although she had encountered cold situations before, as long as she said a few words and gave others a step, they would immediately follow her words and continue the conversation.

But this time, the two men didn't agree with her, making her act like a clown, acting alone on stage.

Meng Qianqian swallowed dryly, and secretly pinched Tang Jizhi's arm, trying to force him to speak.

She clearly felt Tang Jizhi's brows twitch, and she clenched her fingers tighter, but she still didn't say a word, as if she was competing for endurance with the person opposite.

It's okay for the two men to keep silent, but as a woman, Meng Qianqian pays great attention to the atmosphere of the chat. Now in such a stiff situation, the chat can't go on at all, and it will make everyone nervous.

She had no choice but to cough dryly, and smiled at the person opposite: "Uncle just came back, he must be tired, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare something to eat, to pad his stomach."

As she spoke, she wanted to raise her hand to call Mo Shan, but Tang Zhenbang said blankly, "No need."

Meng Qianqian: "..."

The arm froze in mid-air, and after a few seconds, it was put back to the side embarrassingly.

A pair of eyeballs rolled around twice, she wanted to secretly find an opportunity to slip away, but Tang Jizhi pressed her palm so tightly, obviously he would not let her go.

Meng Qianqian sat beside him in agony, as if there was a needle under her buttocks, she couldn't sit still at all.

She couldn't figure it out, since they were father and son, why was the relationship between the two of them so embarrassing?
It's really unbelievable that they just sit together like this dryly, and no one takes the initiative to speak.

Ordinarily, Tang Jizhi's mother passed away so early, and the next 20 years should be spent on the relationship between father and son. Their relationship should be very good. How did it become like this?
Did something happen here again?
What's even more strange is that his father came back, which should have been a happy event, but Tang Jizhi actually changed into a formal suit, and asked her to change into a formal suit as well.

How can a son meet his father like this?
They are not like father and son at all, but like business partners.

But even if it is a partner, it is impossible to make the relationship so rigid, otherwise how to do business.

The woman's intuition told her that there must be other problems between the two.

Silence continued to spread in the empty front hall, and just when Meng Qianqian felt that she could not hold on any longer, Tang Zhenbang finally opened his mouth: "At 25:[-] tonight, where is Xu Ping?"

His appearance is completely businesslike, and his tone of voice is also very cold.

Meng Qianqian couldn't help raising her eyebrows. Tang Jizhi told him earlier that Xu Ping had been by his father's side all these years. Normally, the relationship between the two should be very harmonious, but now listening to Tang Zhenbang's words, it seems that they are not familiar with each other at all.

Besides, you can just ask Xu Ping about this kind of thing, why didn't he ask?

Obviously, Tang Jizhi also had the same doubts as her, so he kept his mouth shut and looked at his father silently.

The two father and son looked at each other with a feeling of lightning, as if they would catch fire and explode in the next second.

Meng Qianqian really couldn't bear this kind of atmosphere, she just hoped that the matter would end soon, didn't she just ask where Xu Ping was, since he didn't want to say it, then she should say it.

"Uncle, Aunt Xu was supposed to be at the dinner party at that time. Today, the company had a banquet before the movie competition, and everyone got together. But after the dinner party, Aunt Xu went back to Xu's house and did not come back with us. If you have something to do with her, why don't you call her directly?"

As soon as Meng Qianqian finished speaking, Tang Jizhi suddenly said, "What's the matter with you and Aunt Xu?"

His words were very serious, with a vaguely questioning tone.

Meng Qianqian was startled, and quickly gave him a wink to tell him to shut up.

How can anyone talk to their father like this?
It was simply too rude.

People who don't know think that the leader is questioning his subordinates.

Tang Zhenbang was even more strange, as if he didn't hear Tang Jizhi's words, he took out his mobile phone, tapped twice on the screen, and then showed the screen to Meng Qianqian: "Who is this person?"

Meng Qianqian squinted her eyes, and before she could see the person on the screen clearly, a faint sarcasm came from her ear: "If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall."

Meng Qianqian: "..."

She turned her head and gave him a hard look, really wishing to knock his head to see what kind of applause he had made, how every word he said was stinging, as if she wanted to make others uncomfortable.

The person in front of him was his father, so what he said was full of gunpowder inside and out, just like treating an enemy.

"Uncle, don't mind, he's not in a good mood today." Meng Qianqian hurriedly smoothed things over, raised her upper body slightly, and leaned towards the phone screen.

Take a closer look, it's exactly their scene at the dinner party.

Only, she wasn't sure who he was asking.

"Uncle, who do you want to ask?" She gave him a strange look.

There was a photo on the screen, from the back it should be in the banquet hall tonight, but there were too many people in the photo, she didn't know exactly who he was going to ask.

Tang Zhenbang didn't speak, just raised his index finger, and pointed lightly at a figure's back.

"This..." Meng Qianqian's eyes flickered for a moment, and he quickly turned his head to look at Tang Jizhi, but he turned his gaze away a long time ago, apparently not wanting to look at it, and pretended it was nothing at all.

Tang Jizhi didn't care about this matter, only Meng Qianqian supported the whole scene.

In fact, she recognized Jiang Qiuyue the first time she saw her back, but she dared not say it.

This Tang Zhenbang suddenly came back from abroad without even saying hello.

When he came back, he didn't say anything, he just pointed to Jiang Qiuyue's back and asked her who this person was.

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that this matter was weird, and she didn't dare to speak easily.

Jiang Qiuyue is her idol, if she casually leaks her private information, what if she gets into trouble?
"Uncle," Meng Qianqian twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, and asked cautiously, "I would like to ask, why are you asking about this man?"

She had to figure out Tang Zhenbang's true intentions before she could decide whether to tell him Jiang Qiuyue's identity.

However, Tang Zhenbang obviously didn't intend to tell him.

Without any hesitation, he stood up directly.

Tang Jizhi followed him as if by reflex, and stood up.

Tang Zhenbang walked directly to the door without saying a word, while Tang Jizhi stood there stiffly, with no intention of following him.

"What... what is he going to do?" Meng Qianqian asked suspiciously.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the car starting was heard outside, followed by the sound of "uh--", the car seemed to drive away.

Mo Shan nervously ran in from the outside, bowed and said, "Master, master is gone."

Meng Qianqian: "..."

Is this gone?

Not even saying hello?
Why is it so strange!

After a while, Tang Jizhi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body seemed to have been drained of strength, drooped his shoulders, and walked upstairs slowly, holding Meng Qianqian's hand.

After entering the bedroom, Meng Qianqian couldn't help asking while changing clothes: "What's the matter with your father? Why doesn't he live at home?"

The Blue Mountain Villa is the foundation that Tang Zhenbang laid down back then, and all his hard work has been concentrated here.

In such a big villa, he has no problem staying here, but the strange thing is that he only said a few words before and after, and then left impatiently, making people feel particularly inaccessible in such a hurry.

Tang Jizhi said coldly: "Is this home to him?"

Meng Qianqian was taken aback, and looked at him in surprise.

Since entering the bedroom, he threw himself on the sofa, completely in a daze.

At first, he changed into a brand new suit with great interest, but now, the suit was wrinkled by him, and he didn't care about it at all.

She felt that he was very depressed, but this depression made her unable to understand.

"Ji Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Qianqian didn't even change her clothes, walked to the sofa and sat down, wrapped her arms around his neck, looked into his eyes, as if trying to read his heart.

Tang Jizhi said in a muffled voice: "For him, this is not even a place to rest, so how can it be called home?"

He slowly closed his eyes, remembering that after his mother committed suicide, he escaped from the Blue Mountain Villa like the plague.

At that time, he was only six years old, and he was crying to find his father, but there was no one around him except the servants.

He secretly hid in the old house at the back of the mountain, crying until he was in the dark. In the end, Aunt Xu carried him out and took good care of him.

Since then, he has rarely seen his father, and he does not want to go back to the Blue Mountain Villa, because his shame is buried here, so he is forever abandoned by him.

The few meetings between father and son were also in the Tang family's old house.

This time when he came back, he keenly discovered that his father was old and already had gray hair.

In fact, he really wanted to ask if he was tired after all these years abroad, and if he wanted to go home.

But his father's indifferent gaze blocked all his words in his throat, even if he really asked, he knew, he would not answer him.

Over the years, he had grown accustomed to dealing with his problems with silence.

When he was young, he didn't understand, but when he grew up, he gradually understood, and he didn't ask him any questions anymore.

Anyway, I can't wait for the answer, so why waste my tongue?

(End of this chapter)