Where is the cute wife

Meng Peiyuan sneered: "you remember very clearly."

Bai Tong Xi smiles bitterly. The year she met Gong Ming happened to be at her mother's funeral. Can you remember it clearly?

Meng Peiyuan then said stiffly, "in the past 20 years, has he ever After you? "

"Yes, why not." In Meng Peiyuan's eyes, Bai Tongxi said truthfully, "but I don't have any more ideas except him as a good friend."

"No extra ideas?" Meng Peiyuan deeply doubted: "I think you take him as a spare tire?"

Bai Tongxi defends injustice for his good friend: "is Gongming's market very good? The word "spare tire" is a great insult to him

Meng Peiyuan's eyes cold: "perhaps, those market in his view, are not comparable to your one finger?"

Bai Tong took his heart in his hand and sighed with affectation: "that only shows that I am so charming. As my husband, does Mr. Meng feel great pressure? But please don't worry. I'll give my heart to it now that I'm married to you. "

Meng Peiyuan was still very angry at the beginning, but when she said this, she suddenly became a bit of a laugh and a cry.

As if he continued to interfere in this way, it proved that he cared about her. Wouldn't it make her tail soar to the sky?

His eyes were cold: "you go down."

"Oh." When he turned around, he nodded.

After she left, Meng Peiyuan leaned on the sofa, thinking: if Lu Sixuan had not insisted on leaving him, how many years would it be now?

A few days later.

Meng Peiyuan personally sent Meng Jingheng's "investigation results" to the residence of director Meng Jingheng. Only then did he know what Mengqi had become.

Her beautiful hair became dull, her ruddy cheeks became bloodless, her proud head shriveled, especially after the sight of strangers.

Meng is always worried about his daughter's dream of taking care of his mother's face when he doesn't have time to sleep.

"How can that work? You're the old man of the company. Without you, I'm worried that people will be distracted. " Meng Peiyuan disagrees.

Director Meng looked at her daughter who was learning to roll with the cat in the garden and said tired: "Mr. Meng, I am very grateful to you for helping me find out the causes and consequences of Qiqi's disappearance so quickly, and seal up that damned money cabinet! I'm also grateful to you for your stay, but I'm really tired. I've been in the mall for half my life. It's time to spend time with my wife and daughter. "

Meng Peiyuan thought for a while and seriously said, "since uncle Meng said so, I won't be forced. You may stay at home to take care of Qiqi. As for the company, I'll name you. You can not use it, but enjoy the same salary as usual."

The director of dream suddenly felt a little ashamed. For Meng Peiyuan, he suspected and even angered Meng Peiyuan for Meng Qi's affairs. However, he was rewarded with good for evil and gave his family so much help.

"Mr. Meng, I am..." Dream director words have not finished, the face suddenly changed, get up to rush to the garden: "Qiqi!"

Meng Peiyuan then looked at the past and found that Meng Qi, who had been playing with the pet cat, had fallen the cat twice in a row like a madman.

The director of dream wants to catch Mengqi's hand in the past, but her neck is scratched with long blood stains by Mengqi's fingernails. It can be seen that Mengqi's attack even can't remember her closest people.

As the main culprit, Meng Peiyuan puffed his cigarette in the huge living room, watching the scene not far away.

At night, the fragrant land water bank.

Bai Tongxi received a long lost call from Qiao Rusheng, saying that if he had time, he would like to invite her to climb the mountain at the weekend.

Thinking of Meng Peiyuan's warning to himself, Bai Tong pitifully made up an excuse: "Uncle Qiao, I'm temporarily busy on Saturday and may not be able to go."

"So..." Qiao Rusheng's voice sounded a little disappointed, let Bai Tongxi's heart silently pull down: "is Meng Peiyuan not to let you contact me?"

"Uncle Qiao, I can't hide anything from you," he said with a bitter smile

Qiao Rusheng said earnestly: "if it was in the past, uncle Qiao would definitely hang up after hearing your refusal and never disturb you again. But now you are my Savior and the one I am eager to repay, so Do you understand what Uncle Joe means

"I understand," said Bai Tongxi, turning to ask, "Neige, uncle Qiao, what time is Saturday

The end of the call Bai Tong Xi, lying on the pillow staring at the phone, how inexplicably soft hearted! Alas

Meng Peiyuan didn't like either Gong Ming or uncle Qiao. He didn't like her having too much contact with them. After thinking about it, she could only go secretly on Saturday without telling him.

With a click, the door of the room was pushed open. Meng Peiyuan saw Bai Tongxi in a daze at the screen of his mobile phone, and his eyebrows flashed a gloomy look: "who are you thinking of?"The only thing that can be sure is that Bai Tongxi is not thinking about him, because he is at home. If she wants to see him, she can see him at any time out of this door.

"Nothing." Bai Tongxi quickly put away the mobile phone, but her action is too obvious, but Meng Peiyuan can see the clue.

But he kept his face still and said, "it's late. Go to bed."

Bai Tongxi asked: "you didn't go back to the master bedroom recently..."

Meng Peiyuan hugged his arms and chest: "do you want me to sleep with you?"

"No!" Bai Tongxi patted her forehead. Since she promised Qiao Rusheng to meet on Saturday, she was nervous when facing Meng Peiyuan: "I don't mean that."

Meng Peiyuan laughed: "so, Mrs. Meng is very satisfied with my" warm bed service. "

“……” Are you being teased again?

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after Bai Tongxi was asleep, Meng Peiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and gently turned on the bedside lamp.

After that, he swept the bedside table beside Bai Tong's body and found that she put her mobile phone on it before going to bed.

With a long arm, he took the mobile phone in his hand, turned the "receiving mailbox" and then the "address book". As expected, Bai Tongxi contacted the people who should not be contacted on his back!

Qiao Rusheng, isn't he?

Meng Peiyuan's expression is indescribably strange against the white light on the screen. After a moment, he takes his eyes off his mobile phone and comes to the sleeping white boy's face.

He did not know why Bai Tongxi often contacted Qiao Rusheng, but it was not a good sign.

At this time, a text message came from her mobile phone. Meng Peiyuan opened the message without thinking about it --

[on Saturday, at 7:00 a.m., Longming mountain, don't forget. ］