Now, he can no longer live his life, and instead thinks of finding the son who was abandoned since he was a child. To be honest, if he were the eldest brother of the Luo family, he would never forgive the woman who cruelly abandoned him.
Even if it is his own mother, no matter how embarrassed and miserable this mother's life is now, he will not forgive the other party or let the other party take advantage of him.
Not to mention the money to help Lao Shizi's half-brother find a wife.
Meng Xingping thought like this, which shows that he knows everything in his heart. However, after all, his surname is not Luo, and he is not the brother of the Luo family... He is Meng Xingping, a descendant of the Meng family, and he is about to take advantage of the brothers of the Luo family, including him. one.
In this case, Meng Xingping would not be able to be an understanding person. After all, he would be the beneficiary. How could he turn his elbows outward to sympathize with a brother who was only half blood related to him?
He will not!
Yes, Meng Xinping knew that he would not sympathize with the Luo family brother. He needed the other party to dig into his pocket to help him find a wife to warm his bed and give him two fat boys!
Therefore, there is no such thing as guilt.
As for how the Meng Xingping brothers knew about the unconscionable things their mother had done when she was young, it was because Wang Guilan often talked about it in front of the men in the family, saying that it was thanks to the money she took away from her ex-husband's house for household expenses. , otherwise, the whole family would have been drinking the northwest wind.
It's okay to say it once or twice, but whenever Wang Guilan quarrels with the men in the family, she will always talk about what she did, so that the men will know that she has contributed a lot to the family.
Therefore, the Meng Xingping brothers had naturally had their ears filled with music since childhood, and they knew how cruel their mother's heart was!
"Do you still need to teach me?"
Wang Guilan rolled her eyes, then looked out the window like a thief, and said in a low voice: "Before the matter is settled, don't let me talk nonsense outside, that is, your second brother's place... wait until we are on our way to Beicheng Then tell him what to do, so that everyone in the family will not know, and maybe someone will leave the door open and reveal the matter to the outside. Especially your sister-in-law, she is very scheming! "
Within a few days of entering the house, he won over the boss's heart, and even made the boss divorced from her as an old woman, and they were making trouble all the time to separate the family.
Pooh! Beautiful thought!
She had an old lady's eldest son and spent money to marry her. She didn't want to help her marry other brothers in the family. She actually thought about such a beautiful thing as living her own small life. Then just wait, wait. Wait until she dies one day and then help them!
Meng Xingping nodded and also lowered his voice: "Mom, what excuse should we find to go to Beicheng tomorrow?"
"Just say that I'm not feeling well, and you and your second brother will accompany me into the city to go to a big hospital for medical treatment." Wang Guifang made up an excuse casually, and upon hearing her words, Meng Xingping immediately said with a "hehe" and said: "Mom still has too many ideas. "
"Stop flattering!"
Wang Guilan disliked her stupid son very much. She thought about it and said, "If I really find that damn boy, I plan to live in his house and never come back. Then, I will ask that damn boy to get more for you and the second child." Money, if you ask him for more tickets or something, you can go back to the village..."
Before he could say anything else, Meng Xingping interrupted his mother: "No! Mother can't let us go. If you live in the Luo family's eldest brother's place, who will ask a matchmaker to marry me, my second brother, and my fourth brother? Mother, you But our family’s Dinghai Shenzhen, we can’t live without you!”
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