"Meng Yao... why are you here?"
Meng Qingqing was still wearing her pajamas, and her face, which was originally full of collagen, looked a little haggard. It seemed that she had not had a good time recently.
Meng Yao looked her up and down and asked the same question: "Why are you here?"
"You...you're not talking nonsense? This is me..." She suddenly stopped talking, and her tightly-stretched lips revealed a bit of exasperation.
Jiang Hongmin came over with a fruit plate. She didn't see the whole picture of the open and covert struggle between the two.
"Qingqing, you're coming down? Hey... why are you still wearing pajamas, kid? Go upstairs and change your clothes. Your sister finally came back."
Jiang Hongmin smiled and pointed at the nutritional supplements not far away: "Your sister brought you a lot of gifts, take a good look at them later."
Jiang Hongmin really wanted to repair the sisterly relationship between Meng Yao and Meng Qingqing. She really couldn't bear to watch them fight to the death.
Meng Yao did not refute, but just sat there with her legs crossed, a nonchalant smile on her face.
Meng Qingqing snorted coldly, not appreciating the offer at all: "What can she bring me? I'm afraid she wants to poison me to death! Thanks to her, I can't get any acting jobs now. I don't want her things, she just wants me to die..."
Jiang Hongmin shouted, "What are you talking about? How can anyone say death all the time? Why do you think of your sister like this?!"
Meng Qingqing bit her lips, tears welled up in her eyes, but she remained firmly in her eyes and did not let them fall.
"Am I wrong..."
She turned her head away angrily and ran upstairs.
Meng Qingqing's figure disappeared in an instant, and everyone knew that she could not come down again.
The fruit plate in Jiang Hongmin's hand fell down and was caught by Meng Yao quickly.
Meng Yao placed the fruit plate steadily on the table and said, "Mom, sit down and rest for a while."
Jiang Hongmin responded and sat on the sofa.
"Qingqing she..."
Meng Yao said calmly, "Mom, don't mention her in front of me anymore. We always quarrel whenever we meet. Our relationship is worse than you think."
Jiang Hongmin sighed. How could she not know
Originally, I wanted to bring the two of them together, but they had already become incompatible and wouldn't listen to anyone else's advice.
Jiang Hongmin still remembers the look Meng Qingqing gave Meng Yao. It was not concealed at all. She was like a vicious hungry wolf who was ready to skin Meng Yao and eat her stomach in the next second.
How did their relationship become like this...
Jiang Hongmin stopped thinking: "Yaobao, is there any gift you want? I'll prepare it for you."
Meng Yao thought for a moment and said, "I like anything you give me."
"You kid..." Jiang Hongmin scolded with a smile.
Meng Yupu came over with a smile: "I cooked this time, you must try my cooking."
Jiang Hongmin held Meng Yao's hand and stood up: "This is really rare. Your father rarely cooks by himself. Let's go and try it."
Meng Yao nodded, with a hint of smile in her eyes.
*
On Meng Yao's birthday, the fan club held various birthday celebrations. As a famous "rich" fan club, the overwhelming support swept across the country.
Thinking of Meng Yao's birthday, Guan Liang postponed all his work arrangements for the day, under the pretext of letting Meng Yao enjoy a day of leisure.
Meng Yao sat up from the bed in a daze. She rubbed her eyes, her mind still a little confused and not quite clear.
Somehow, she always felt that she heard Rong Yan's voice when she was sleeping soundly, as if he was wishing her a happy birthday.
Speaking of Rong Yan...
Meng Yao glanced around the room but didn't find the familiar figure.
I guess he went to work.
She thought so without thinking too much and got up to wash.
There were a lot of messages piled up on her phone. Not only did some good artists wish her a happy birthday on Weibo, but some even sent her a lot of red envelopes.
Meng Yao clicked on one at random.
With the sound of "ding", Meng Yao's eyes lit up. She didn't expect that they were so rich.
Many people gave her red envelopes, and after checking them all, Meng Yao felt her hands were a little sore.
Receiving money always makes people happy. Looking at the balance on WeChat, Meng Yao showed a sincere smile.
Meng Yao didn't have any work arrangements, so she planned to take a good rest at home today and catch up on all the food videos she had missed before.
She went downstairs holding the handrail, but was stunned the next moment.
"You... didn't you go to work?"
Rong Yan was dressed very beautifully. The white shirt and trousers made him even more eye-catching because of his superior figure. The loose hair on his forehead was scattered between his eyebrows, making his outline more romantic and soft.
The most amazing thing is the bunch of roses in his arms. The gorgeous roses are so beautiful that it is hard to tell which one is better, the man or the flowers.
"You..." Meng Yao opened her lips but didn't know what to say.
Rong Wei handed the rose to her. He looked at her with focused eyes: "Happy birthday."
Meng Yao took it. She felt like she had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start.
How did you know my birthday? Why did you send me roses? Shouldn't you have gone to the company already...
Thousands of questions were stuck in my throat, but my mind was instantly captivated when I saw his handsome face.
Meng Yao let him lead her hand as she walked. Only then did she realize that the huge living room had been decorated with many warm flowers, mostly roses.
When she arrived at the restaurant, she was really shocked by the table full of food, the candles and the colorful balloons.
Roses were everywhere, and the floor not far away was also covered with roses in the shape of a heart.
Meng Yao felt like her eyes were about to be blinded by the light. Who taught Rong Yin such a lavish yet tacky way of expressing love
Rong Wei had been paying attention to Meng Yao's expression. Seeing that her expression seemed a bit complicated, he couldn't help but nervously asked, "You... don't like it?"
Meng Yao turned her head and saw Rong Wei’s tense expression. She was touched and wanted to laugh.
Holding the rose, Meng Yao said, "No, I like it very much."
Rong Wei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This meant that the method Xia Yansen provided to him was not wrong, and Meng Yao was still moved.
Meng Yao glanced around and finally found something wrong: "Hey, where are Wang Ma and the others?"
It seemed like there were only two of them left in the huge villa, and no one else was to be seen.
"I gave them a day off." Rong Yan led Meng Yao to sit on a chair, a smile on his lips:
"I made it, you try it."
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(End of this chapter)