Still waking up in a nightmare, Meng Ting calmed down for a while, and his memory gradually came back, thinking of Yan Sui's phone call last night, the joy instantly dissipated the depression caused by poor sleep, the sky was darker than usual, but Meng Ting still got up and went for a morning run.
Halfway through the usual run, it started to rain, Meng Ting still didn't stop, continued to finish the scheduled ones, and walked back to the living room of the mansion with wet hair and clothes.
The living room was bustling with Mr. Meng, Feng Zejiao, Li Yifei, Meng Qi and Meng Xiao.
Meng Xiao hung her hands with gauze and bandages around her neck, seeing Meng Ting, her eyes still wanted to eat him.
Meng Xiao was much more difficult than the people Meng Ting taught in the past. They would know that they would be afraid if they were beaten, but Meng Xiao was not only not afraid, but also remembered hatred. Meng Ting and him were completely enmity.
"Go and apologize to Meng Ting."
When old man Meng spoke, no matter how much Meng Xiao hated her, she had to obediently do what he said.
"I'm sorry, I thought about it yesterday, please forgive me."
Meng Xiao turned her back to everyone, her voice was definitely full of apology, but her expression was completely different, even provocative.
With a "click", Meng Ting suddenly took a picture of him with his mobile phone. He took two steps forward and looked at Mr. Meng, "You see, he has this expression on me. It's ugly and annoying."
Meng Ting has nothing else to do in the past few days, but he has figured out a few functions in his mobile phone. He also used the camera function in his previous life, but this is the first time he has used it to take pictures of people, and he still hates it. People, after Mr. Meng finished reading, he will delete it immediately.
Meng Xiao looked astonished, Meng Qi couldn't help but twitched her lips, took the phone from Meng Ting's hand, and walked towards Mr. Meng.
"Evil!" Mr. Meng was full of anger and roared. Meng Xiao's feet went limp and she knelt on the ground.
"Grandpa, I... I..." There are photos, and he can't explain it. How could he think that Meng Ting would suddenly be so cunning.
"Grandpa," Meng Qi, who was standing next to Mr. Meng, also called out, and then said slowly, "How can I say that my apology is not sincere? Give Seventh Brother an apology."
Meng Xiao has been courting Li Yifei for this coffee shop for many years, she went to ask for it for him, and gave it to Meng Ting, who is nominally still in the hands of the second room, but Meng Ting is not only about to get married soon, but her heart is clearly on the side of the big room up.
A coffee shop is nothing to them, but no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat, and they should be sent to the big room. The gentle smile Li Yifei maintained could hardly hold back.
"I think Qi'er is paying attention." Li Yifei was upset, but Feng Zejiao must be happy. She got such a good in-law for the Meng family, and it was a time of embarrassment, and Mr. Meng agreed with almost no hesitation.
"Awen, you can do it, and the restaurant above the coffee shop will also be given to Meng Ting."
"Yes." Uncle Wen nodded, his efficiency is naturally high, and it will definitely be done for Meng Ting in two days.
Meng Xiao felt a pain in the flesh. That restaurant was more profitable than the coffee shop. There were enough customers and the management system had been formed. Meng Ting didn't need to worry about it, and a lot of money came into the account, although it might not be as good as Li Yifei and Feng Zejiao. I bought one or two jewelry at random, but for their juniors, it is definitely enough for socialites.
Meng Qi was definitely not short of money, but they were very short of money as illegitimate children, otherwise Meng Xiao would not have lowered her style to hang around an unqualified nouveau riche.
The restaurant and the coffee shop are upstairs and downstairs, how could Meng Xiao never covet it, now not only the restaurant has become Meng Ting's, but the coffee shop that originally belonged to him has also become Meng Ting's, he was panting like a cow in an instant, if it wasn't for him His hands had been crippled, and he wanted to rush up and fight Meng Ting again.
"Shallow eyelids, Ting'er just came back, why don't you give me a meeting gift as an older brother?" Li Yifei didn't want to make Meng Xiao continue to be ashamed, her words were more useful to him than old man Meng's words.
Meng Xiao lowered her head, not daring to express anything anymore.
As for the others, Uncle Wen and Meng Qi went to clean up the aftermath last night, but it didn't make much impact, and Meng Xiao was injured and broke his fortune. This matter is over, but Meng Xiao and Meng Xiao Ting knows that it's not over yet, as long as Meng Xiao is given a chance, he will definitely make trouble for Meng Ting and look for opportunities to persecute her.
Meng Ting has always been ignorant of conspiracies and tricks, even knowing that Meng Xiao still wants to harm him, he doesn't know what to do, and he can't really kill people. Of course, in his heart, he was more inclined to beat Meng Xiao up a few times, and it would always scare him!
Mr. Meng Feng Zejiao left one after another, and Li Yifei also asked Meng Xiao to take her back to her room. Uncle Wen went to go through the formalities for the transfer of the restaurant and coffee shop. Except for a few servants passing by, only Meng Ting and Meng Qi were left in the hall.
"Oh, Xiaoqi has become smarter."
Holding the phone, he quickly pressed a few keys before handing it back to Meng Ting, "Call me my number in the future if you have anything to do, I'll be your big brother no matter what."
"Isn't it just taking pictures? You don't know how to use it?" Meng Ting took the phone and put it back in his trouser pocket, he was relieved, he was really afraid that Meng Qi would not return his phone, it was given to him by Yan Sui .
Meng Qi was speechless, and could only say that he didn't expect to be able to use it like this.
"Ah Choo," Meng Ting sneezed uncontrollably after staying in the living room for so long with wet hair and clothes.
"Why run around in this weather?" Meng Qi frowned, and he looked at a maid in the living room, "Xiao Fang, send me a towel."
"No, I'll go back and take a shower."
Meng Ting nodded to Meng Qi, then turned around and went upstairs to her room. But before he got to the room, he sneezed two more times.
His health was not so bad before, even if he ran the whole distance in the rain, he still went to class the next day. After thinking about it for a while, he probably lost his health because of not sleeping well recently.
"Ah!" He sneezed again.
After taking a quick hot bath, Meng Ting planned to nestle back on the bed, cover himself, sweat a little, and he should recover soon.
Meng Qi got along with Meng Ting in the past few days, but he really developed some friendship. Meng Ting beat him hard, but who would let him see him pleasing to the eye, he took some medicine, and knocked on the door again.
After knocking for a while, Meng Ting opened the door with wet and messy hair.
"Are you stupid? You went to bed before your hair was dry?"
Meng Ting's misty eyes widened, he touched his hair, it was indeed wet again, he glared at Meng Qi, "It's sweat, you don't understand."
He managed to cover the sweat, but it is really necessary to wash his hair and take a shower.
Meng Qi was about to be overwhelmed by Meng Ting's "don't understand", he put his hand against the door, and said in a slow tone, "Go and dry your hair, I'll have someone change the quilt cover for you, this is cold medicine, take it Let's rest."
Meng Ting looked at Meng Qi, then looked back at the messy bed he had made, finally nodded, turned his body sideways, and let Meng Qi in.
Meng Ting took another look at Meng Qi to make sure that he would not mess with his room, so he went into the bathroom.
Meng Qi personally experienced it once, and once again watched Meng Ting's terrifying lethality. Even if he still had that evil heart, he didn't have the courage, not to mention that there was Yan Sui behind Meng Ting. Great.
As he said, he asked someone to come in and change Meng Ting's quilt cover, and then thoughtfully poured water for him, and even took the breakfast that the servant brought in for Meng Ting, and he took it on his behalf.
But Meng Ting also stayed in the bathroom for too long, it was the first time he met someone who didn't know how to take care of himself, and thought he knew very well, and he knocked on the door again, "Meng Ting, Did you faint in there?"
"If you don't come out again, I'll smash the door!"
Meng Qi wanted to say something else, so Meng Ting opened the door. He was wearing long-sleeved pajamas, wrapped himself up tightly, his hair was dry, his face was a little blush, and he didn't know he was in the shower. The body is still hot.
Meng Qi raised her hand to touch his forehead, but Meng Ting's soft gaze instantly turned sharp.
Meng Qi withdrew her hand tremblingly, "The medicine is there, remember to take it, and there is breakfast over there."
"Just let me know if you still feel uncomfortable. It's very convenient to ask a doctor at home."
"Well," Meng Ting agreed, and then stared at Meng Qi, seeing that he was unconscious, so he could only tell, "Thank you, but I'm going to rest, it's not good for you to be in my room."
Meng Qi continued to stare at him twice, and finally came out of Meng Ting's room helplessly. Before going out, he turned around and said, "I'll go back to my place. If you have something to ask Uncle Wen, don't hide it." .”
Meng Qi swears that he has never given anyone such an old mother's heart, but Meng Ting obviously doesn't understand his rareness.
"Thank you." Meng Ting said politely to Meng Qi, and then closed the door.
It's not that Meng Ting completely doesn't understand Meng Qi's kindness towards him, but he is from the Meng family, so he is doomed not to be able to open his heart to him. He looked at the food box, medicine bottle and water on the table, he went up, picked up the medicine bottle, but finally threw it into the trash can.
He opened the food box, took two bites, and the expression on his face completely recovered. He took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his pajamas, and sent a text message to Yan Sui.
"I've had breakfast and it's delicious."
After breakfast, Meng Ting waited for a while but didn't get a reply from Yan Sui, so he nestled back on the bed. He was in a daze all day long, but no one noticed Meng Ting except Meng Qi who had already left the old house. sick.
And he fell into a nightmare that seemed to never end again. His phone vibrated twice, but he didn't notice it.
"This is Young Master Meng Ting's room," Uncle Wen received the notification at noon that Yan Sui would come to Meng's house, but even though he was receiving someone right now, he still felt it was unreal.
And when Yan Sui came here, it was one thing to chat with Mr. Meng, and more importantly, he came to see Meng Ting, and took him to get their marriage certificate. Originally, Secretary Wang said that as long as he took photos of two people, he could handle it well, but Yan Sui vetoed it.
He thought that if Meng Ting wanted to marry him so much, he would be very happy if he could apply for a certificate in person. Of course, it was one thing to make him happy. The phone call last night made Yan Sui a little worried about Meng Ting. He was always worried when he didn't see anyone. Several reasons combined, so he came over.
Uncle Wen knocked on the door for a while, but no one came to open it, so he was a little embarrassed, but he could only keep knocking.
After a long time, Meng Ting came to open the door.
His complexion was a little uglier than in the morning, because of the continuous nightmares, he was already in a bad mood, and being woken up by this monotonous knock on the door, he naturally looked more depressed and irritable.
"What's the matter... Yan Sui?" Meng Ting couldn't help stretching out his hand and rubbing his eyes, afraid that he would fall asleep and misread the wrong person, but after he finished rubbing, Yan Sui was still in front of his eyes, but his brows were slightly frowned, looking His expression turned a little cold.
Meng Ting, on the other hand, is not sensitive to other emotions except good intentions and malice. Now that he is sick again, he is naturally a little more sluggish. He threw his body forward, half lying on Yan Sui's body, and reached out to touch his chin. Cheek, "It's hot, it's a real person, not a dream."
A hint of helplessness flashed in Yan Sui's eyes, he hugged Meng Ting and looked at Uncle Wen.
Although Uncle Wen was very surprised by Meng Ting's "presumptuousness" towards Yan Sui, but his years of housekeeping accomplishments were there, he maintained his expression, bowed slightly, and left without looking back.