Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Because the Lin family's childe Lin Ran is coming, the Meng family has done the highest standard reception work in the villa today. Lin Ran has respected his teacher, and he is nominally Meng youruo's fiance.

This is the visit of a noble uncle in the future. The Meng family attaches great importance to it.

The first to come here was not Lin ran, but Wang Daoming, his mistress Zhang Ziyi and nephew Wang Luming.

The Wang family is also the most iron ally of the Meng family. Although the Wang family can't compare with the Meng family in the capital, the Wang family has a powerful heavenly alliance in their hands.

This small economic organization has become a force that can not be ignored by the Meng family.

Meng Xiaoran also came out to meet him personally.

The black Audi car stopped slowly, the door opened, and the door at the co driver's position opened. The first thing that stretched out was a pair of iron crutches!

Then came Wang Luming, holding the iron crutch with both hands, leaving a circle of sobbing stubble around his mouth, with fatigue and a trace of haze on his face.

His knees were broken by Jiang Wuchen more than half a month ago!

If the Lin family hadn't taken out the bone healing pill to treat him, it would be impossible to stand up in just 20 days.

Even so, the Meng family was shocked.

"Uncle Meng." Wang Luming squeezed out a smile.

Meng Xiaoran's face was a little angry and sad, "nephew, you..."

At the moment, the back door of the vehicle opened, and Wang Daoming and Zhang Ziyi came out successively. In a year, Wang Daoming looked a little old, and the hair on his temples showed a white background.

People want to age, generally from the eyes, the changes in the eyes are difficult to cover up.

At the moment, Wang Daoming's eyes are tired, while Zhang Ziyi around him is still radiant.

Feihan, a good woman, everyone knows that Wang Daoming is lecherous. This purple dress is a goblin who can serve people. I'm afraid Wang Daoming will be squeezed dry every day.

"Brother Meng, happy new year. It's a new year in less than 15 years. I'm here to say goodbye to you." Wang Daoming smiled and arched his hands.

Although Meng Xiaoran was a little disgusted with Wang Daoming's personal life, he still recognized Wang Daoming's other aspects, "brother Wang, what's the matter with my nephew's legs?"

Wang Daoming smiled bitterly, looked at Meng Xiaoran with meaningful eyes, then smiled and said, "this is persecuted by Jiang Wuchen. Jialiang didn't tell you when he came back?"

Meng Xiaoran shook his head and complained to his son. He hurriedly said, "I really don't know about it. Otherwise, even if I'm busy during the new year, I'll go to see my nephew."

Wang Luming was moved and said bitterly, "Uncle Meng's words are enough. My knee is damaged and I'm afraid I can't recover in this life. In the future, these crutches will also be my legs."

"That's not good! My nephew is too young to give up. I'll go back and visit a famous doctor and cure my legs. In addition... I can't let go of Jiang Wuchen!" Meng Xiaoran said.

"Don't say anything unhappy. I have some Lingshen from the northeast. I'll make tea for brother Wang later. It's too hard to drink." Wang Daoming said with a smile.

Meng Xiaoran smiled awkwardly. Wang Daoming didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He didn't restrain at all in front of his nephew.

They walked into the villa together. Meng Xiaoran took Wang Daoming and Wang Luming into the reception room on the first floor, made a pot of tea and talked quietly.

"I don't know how your son is injured?" Wang Daoming asked.

Meng Xiaoran waved his hand and said, "he is a venerable man. Although his injury is not light, it's no big problem. After a while, let him come and say hello to brother Wang."

"Don't dare, my nephew is not the nephew he used to be. Dear, I say hello to him." Wang Daoming said with a smile.

Wang Luming said, "Lin Shao will come later. I don't know... Why don't you see youruo?"

Meng Xiaoran said, "she went to her aunt and came together at noon. Nephew, is Jiang Wuchen really so powerful now? Even the venerable is not his opponent?"

Wang Luming sighed bitterly and said, "Uncle Meng, if Najiang Wuchen is the same as before, and you don't have to let brother Liang go, I'll find someone to clean him up.

Now Jiang Wuchen has had an adventure in three years. The venerable one is not his opponent. Looking at the whole Qi State, he has been accepted! "

"Yes." Meng Xiaoran pursed his lips and nodded.

Wang Luming sighed: "seeing Jiang Wuchen this time, he often mentioned that thing three years ago, especially those words he said to my sister, which are disgusting and filthy!"

Meng Xiaoran's face suddenly looked ugly. Meng youruo was his inverse scale. His failure to protect his daughter was the biggest guilt in his life.

"I'm really angry, but I can't help it. Even brother Liang can't beat him. What's the use of me?" Wang Luming said with a sad face.

……

There is a quiet two-story single family villa in the northwest corner of Dongsi villa area. Two beautiful women with similar shapes and shapes stay in the study on the second floor.

The study was rebuilt from the living room on the second floor. A circle of bookshelves were built along the wall. The ancient and simple books were stacked neatly. These books are not brand-new, and there are signs of turning. It can be seen that these books are not furnishings here.

The slender desk was covered with soft rice paper. Next to it, the older woman gently studied the ink. With a lazy smile on her face, she looked at the young woman standing in front of the table.

This young woman is Meng youruo who was harmed by Jiang Wuchen three years ago!

Three years ago, she was the first beautiful woman in Qizhou. Three years later, her fresh and refined intellectual temperament was even worse. There was a touch of sadness at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

She lowered her head, her long black hair hanging down naturally, and her slender, tender and white fingers firmly held the wolf hair on the icy jade ground.

She glanced at Yan Zhenqing's copy next to her. She immediately took a breath, filled her pen, and wrote quickly at one go.

In just a few minutes, a paste of Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra was filled with rice paper.

Meng Xiaoying, Meng youruo's sister-in-law, smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a few months. Youruo's skill has grown again."

The characters on the rice paper are neat, and the iron hook and silver paintings are full of bone feeling.

"Strength is still lacking!" Meng youruo said.

Meng Xiaoying shook her head. "Your strength is not small, and your wrist is flexible enough. What you lack is your inner strength! The ancients had words like their own words.

A person's font can often explain a person's state of mind! If you are quiet, your heart is still a little messy! "

Meng youruo frowned slightly, immediately put down the wolf hair pen, turned his head and looked out of the window, showing his perfect side face.

"Have you noticed the news recently?" Meng Xiaoying said, "he's back."

For Meng Xiaoying, Meng youruo naturally knew who he was and shook his head.

"Also made a film called autumn rain!"

Meng youruo was stunned and looked up at Meng Xiaoying. He wanted to ask but didn't ask.