The conversation ended.

Even the penny on the other side of the computer looked at the computer incredulously.

what?

She said Lian Xiwan couldn't play games?

It's a big joke, isn't it!

Lian Xiwan is the best player in the world, okay!

Most people play games, which are played by games. Only Lian Xiwan is a real game.

Ten years ago, when Internet cafes were rare, he invested in many online games at one go. Swordsman was just one of them. He made a lot of money in the games he invested in. If he guessed well, even Xi Wan only paid dividends on the shares of the game company every year, which was a lot of income, more than his film salary!

The operating income of a mobile game he invested in last year was more than 40 billion yuan. The game company even the year-end bonus of the sweeping aunt was 20 months' salary!

On his "swordsman" Jingfeng number, he has at least tens of billions of game coins in his account!

He is also the first generation of Chinese E-sports player who went abroad, broke into the world E-sports competition and won the prize, okay!

He taught snow pole to play games, okay!

He said he didn't know how to play games!

Jiang Xiaomeng, Jiang Xiaomeng, how can your stupid brain be my uncle's opponent!

While he sighed, he scolded in his heart: Lian Xiwan big slag man!

And married a concubine in the game!

Maybe I've seen it offline!

Maybe they all slept together!

Poor Jiang Xiaomeng, I don't know how many green hats are on my head!

The enemy's combat effectiveness is too strong. If he uses the front bar, he has a 99% chance of being beaten black and blue, so even xuepole decided to go dark.

First, the first step is to provoke their relationship.

After playing the game for a while, Jiang Mengxian got on the tuba and began to play group war with everyone in the team. The day of the global finals is getting closer and closer. We have to hurry to show our best!

The ball didn't bother him. He went to the garden alone.

Because even Xiao Yun went directly to the University and the school did not have children of his age to play with him, Lian Xiwan allowed the servants in Villa 8 to bring the children in, and several children can play with the ball at any time.

Jiang Mengxian sat by the window, played games for a while and looked at some children in the garden.

There were only seven people in the team today. Jing Feng was not there. Jiang Mengxian took time to chat with Long Jie on the trumpet while playing games.

"Brother ice cream is in a bad mood today. Maybe yesterday's incident hit him too hard."

Jiang Mengxian knew it well and said, "please persuade him."

Dragon Ring: "yes".

Jiang Mengxian, who played the game, suddenly received a wechat message from Lian Xuepeng.

Even Penny sent her a wave of photos.

There are many photos. After a rough look, Jiang Mengxian saw a pair of exquisite babies, still in swaddling clothes.

In the second picture, the doll seems to be two or three years old, standing together hand in hand, like a pair of golden girls.

Jiang Mengxian's heart coagulated, picked up her mobile phone and looked at it carefully.

As like as two peas in third, two dolls seem to be in primary school, holding their schoolbags and wearing identical uniforms.

The photos in the back are this pair of men and women. They grow up slowly and their faces open gradually.

In the end, Jiang Mengxian saw that the boy had grown up and looked like Lian Xiwan. He seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old and full of youthful vitality. Beside him stood song qingluan, who was also seventeen or eighteen years old. They really matched each other.

Even Xue pole sent a message: "Jiang Xiaomeng, I want to solemnly remind you that uncle Wan grew up with sister qingluan."

"Sister qingluan had an accident six years ago and broke her brain. There was congestion in her brain before she forgot uncle Wan."

"One day she will think of Uncle Wan. At that time, uncle Wan will be desperate to be with her!"

"My uncle doesn't love you at all. You just bought it and raised it for fun! Just give up!"

Cold words poke the heart.

Jiang Mengxian looked at the picture of Lianxi Wan when he was 18 years old. He was really handsome in it. It seemed completely different from now. At that time, he was a carefree teenager, like a piece of white paper, and his smile was so warm and charming.

It was almost the same as Jiang Mengxian imagined. She was wearing a snow-white shirt and kept the hairstyle of that era. Without the deep accumulation now, she was more youthful and did not know the world.

When he was 18 years old, it was 15 years ago. What was he doing 15 years ago? Still a 6-year-old 1

At that time, she must have worn the old clothes picked up by her grandmother from the garbage dump, which were ugly and unfit. She followed the adults along the street to look for water bottles and cans for money.

At that time, Lian Xiwan was about 18 years old and was about to be a soldier.

They never thought that they would be under the same roof in 15 years.

After Lian Xuepeng sent the news, she regretted a little. Although it was a little cruel, the long pain was better than the short pain. Instead of waiting for song qingluan to suddenly think of Lian Xiwan one day in the future, she might as well let her know the truth and leave Lian Xiwan early.

But unexpectedly, after a few minutes, Jiang Mengxian replied:

"In Figure 7, is the naked child held by your uncle you? You have such a big birthmark on your ass!"

Even snow pole blew up: "what's your focus? My uncle may dump you at any time, you know!"

"Although he is a good uncle, there is no denying that he is still a big slag man! Super big slag man!"

"And he's still so old. He'll be half a hundred when you're thirty!"

Jiang Mengxian didn't answer again. She looked at the 18-year-old picture of Lian Xiwan with her mobile phone in a daze.

Unfortunately, they had not met at that time. If they met... He would not have noticed her!

The next day, Jiang Mengxian got up early to go to school. The charity dinner seemed to spread all over the school that day. The news that Jiang Mengxian was worth 80000 spread like wildfire. As soon as she entered the classroom, she met a wave of classmates who came to greet her.

"God, Mengxian, you are Jin Yuan's sister!"

"Your father really sold you for 80000 yuan!"

"Is your husband really old?"

It has been found anyway, and Jiang Mengxian is too lazy to cover it up.

She replied: "my husband is only a teenager older than me. He is not old or ugly. We have a good relationship. As for the 80000 yuan, I don't know. My husband and I fall in love and get married normally. When we get married, we have reached the age of 18."

The school does not stipulate that students are not allowed to get married. Everyone is an adult and can get a certificate after 18. Many rich children get married as soon as they grow up. Isn't Zhang zeqian and Liu Qianqian engaged!

Everyone was talking around Jiang Mengxian. Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from the door of the classroom: "my poor sister, if you marry an old man, you have to face up here!"

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