She is very confident in herself.
I advise you not to put your mind on me, otherwise I won’t be able to protect you, what will I do, Meng Chengmao said.
Whatever you want to do, I will accompany you to the end, Song Jinglei said with a gentle face.
Remember what you said today.
certainly.
Meng Chengmao saw that she refused to eat, and he didn't want to waste time here, so he turned around and left.
The old lady wants you to take me home. Song Jinglei said behind her.
Then you go find the old lady, I'm not free, Meng Chengmao said and left.
Of course Song Jinglei would not be stupid enough to complain to the old lady. It was not worth it.
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Meng Chengmao came to the winery, leaned back on the wooden chair familiarly, looked at He Jun who was picking wine, and asked directly: What do you want from me?
When He Jun saw him coming, he directly picked the oldest one, walked up to him and said: Tell me something.
Meng Chengmao knew him well and must have wanted to see him for something, so he came to the winery. Otherwise, he would have gone to a quiet bar.
Meng Chengmao didn't criticize him and directly asked him to pour him wine.
He Jun poured him wine and didn't say anything immediately. He just kept chatting with Meng Chengmao, and suddenly his fiancée was mentioned.
Brother Meng, I heard that Miss Song is not easy to mess with. Don't follow in my footsteps, He Jun said.
how? Liao Dan is willing to let you out? Meng Chengmao did not reply to his question, but only mentioned He Jun's married wife Liao Dan. Liao Dan was a Sanda champion and could not tolerate sand in his eyes. When they first got married, He Jun did not know how to challenge Liao Dan. Bottom line, he was beaten to death by Liao Dan, but Meng Chengmao helped him and escaped. Now that Liao Dan has just returned from vacation abroad, He Jun has to restrain himself for a long time.
Speaking of Liao Dan, He Jun's expression changed and he began to complain. The thing I regret most in my life is marrying her, so I'm telling you this.
Oh, by the way, Brother Meng, how is your little girl doing? Have you coaxed her yet?
Okay, don't worry about my affairs. Meng Chengmao saw him asking and replied, but his face was not as ugly as when he first came, and was much softer.
I feel in my heart that if Brother Meng marries, that girl Sheng Yiman is much better than Song Jinglei. What do you think? Brother Meng.
Meng Chengmao thought so in his heart, but everything was determined by fate, and he had no control over it. He picked up the wine on the table.
When you stare at it, it seems motionless inside, like a pool of stagnant water, but if you shake it gently, everything inside will be destroyed, and the turbulent waves inside will immediately be revealed, like a fight between gods.
He didn't hesitate and swallowed.
When He Jun saw that he was silent, he actually understood in his heart, how could a family like them get what he wanted on such a matter?
Brother Meng, are you in a bad mood?
Okay, let’s go around in such a big circle, tell me, what do you want from me? Meng Chengmao glanced at him, put away the emotion in his eyes, and said.
Brother Meng, I want to discuss something with you, he said.
Meng Chengmao motioned for him to continue.
That's it, Brother Meng, I want to start a tobacco company, He Jun said.
When Meng Chengmao heard what he said, he was not surprised at all. This line of work was very tempting. Many people were eyeing it, but they all suffered from the lack of access. He crossed his legs, put his hands on them together, and said directly: Do you want me to buy shares and give you the official seal?
Brother Meng is Brother Meng, and he can guess my thoughts accurately, He Jun said with a smile.
Are you ready? Meng Chengmao squinted his eyes and wondered what he was thinking. He asked He Jun.
