The next step is to go all the way to Haicheng, and then from the urban area to Meng's family in the suburbs on the other side of Haicheng.
"Here we are," the driver wearing sunglasses reminded after parking the car in front of a huge iron gate.
Meng Ting's mind wandered the whole time, but he was awake after all, but Meng Zhong was so bored that he fell asleep halfway, and he was originally prepared to be bored to death and irritable.
This Young Master Meng Ting is a bit special, both Meng Zhong and the driver Lao Wang think so.
As for Meng Ting himself, he didn't know and didn't care what they thought of him. He touched the bridge of his nose subconsciously, but he didn't touch the metal glasses that made him look smarter in his previous life. He put down his hand and clenched it into a fist. , and then let go.
After getting off the car, it was still Meng Zhong who led Meng Ting into this European-style manor. Entering the gate was a huge fountain pool, and you could see flower beds and groves as far as the eye could see. The huge building is the house of the Meng family's old house.
Even in the suburbs of Haicheng, the fact that the Meng family can monopolize such a large manor also shows his status in Haicheng.
Meng Ting glanced at it twice, then withdrew his gaze. This was the second time he came to the Meng family's home, but it was the first time. He was curious about foreign objects for no more than three seconds. He was so calm that Meng Zhong was a little helpless. When Uncle Wen brought him to work at Meng's house for the first time, he admired him for half a month before he calmed down a little.
Tsk, silly boy! When Meng Zhong didn't look at Meng Ting's appearance, he slandered again.
And Uncle Wen, who had contacted Meng Ting before, was notified by the guard at the gate when their car arrived at the gate of Meng's house.
He came from the side path of the flower garden and stopped three steps in front of Meng Ting, and Meng Zhong was originally going to take Meng Ting to find him.
Meng Zhong glanced at Meng Ting again, and then turned to Uncle Wen, "This is Young Master Meng Ting."
Uncle Wen glanced over Meng Ting's face when he heard this, but he didn't show any emotion. He nodded slightly, and Meng Zhong bowed and left, showing an extraordinary respect for Uncle Wen.
When Uncle Wen was looking at Meng Ting, Meng Ting was also looking at him. He was before forty or fifty years old, and he looked a little serious. The above is what Meng Ting saw. This is the observation he told himself to make on purpose. , otherwise he is likely to treat Uncle Wen like Meng Zhong, that is to ignore.
However, even if he observed it, it was useless. He deserved to have a clear understanding of his own aptitude. What is the use of seeing age and a little obvious temperament? Meng Ting thought about it again, but also thought it was useless.
"This way, please." When Uncle Wen was talking to Meng Ting, the seriousness towards Meng Zhong suddenly dissipated, and he became gentle and considerate, "The seventh young master is the same as the eldest young master. That's it."
"Oh," Meng Ting replied in a low voice, but withdrew his scrutiny. He felt that this Uncle Wen was also very strange. In less than two seconds, he actually changed his temper.
Before, he thought he was the serious Meng Ting, but now he felt vaguely frustrated. He once again gave himself a label of not knowing people, so he should obediently wait for marriage.
Uncle Wen didn't show any emotion towards Meng Ting's indifference, he continued to lead Meng Ting to the main house, but he wanted to take Meng Ting to see Mr. Meng who just woke up from a nap.
Being taken home as an illegitimate child, the first person he had to meet was naturally Mr. Meng. This was also a recognition of his identity, and if he could gain favor, his treatment in the Meng family would definitely be different.
In his last life, he was the only person Meng Ting saw when he came to the Meng family’s old house. After that, he never met anyone from the Meng family. Or he had seen it in college, but he didn't know the person and didn't recognize him.
But these are nothing to be concerned about, he has already decided to take the path of "trash" marriage.
He wasn't nervous, and he didn't ask questions, but let Uncle Wen give him a high look. No matter whether he is a deep city man or not, this kind of self-restraint is still worth appreciating.
Entered through a side door, without going upstairs, he led Meng Ting through the hall, but came out through a small door, and then saw an old-fashioned house behind the European-style mansion, entered it, and was led to another In the study room full of tea fragrance.
However, it is different from the luxurious and dignified study room that Meng Ting saw in his previous life. This should only be a place for old man Meng to read and have fun. This can also explain his completely intolerable attitude towards Meng Ting.
Meng Ting in his previous life was somewhat useful, but now this Meng Ting is a beauty with a vase that only looks can do, so it is not surprising that there is such a difference.
After Meng Ting entered the study, he was silent for a long time. The reason was very simple. Mr. Meng closed his eyes, and Meng Ting couldn't tell whether he was really asleep, or just pretending to be asleep and deliberately leaving him alone.
Uncle Wen stopped at the door of the study and only let Meng Ting in.
He swept his eyes over the old and vigorous Mr. Meng, and then retracted them politely. The people in the old house of the Meng family were not for him to distinguish and judge with a few glances. He had better not be too preconceived.
It took a full twenty minutes for Mr. Meng to open his eyes. His gaze swept across Meng Ting's clothes and appearance, which were equally unpredictable and difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.
"Are you Meng Ting?"
Hearing this, Meng Ting raised his head, then nodded, without any hesitation or resentment, so calm that old man Meng had to look at him again, but after Meng Ting nodded, he lowered his head again.
Mr. Meng didn't intend to chat with Mr. Meng Ting, and Meng Ting didn't know what he could say to Mr. Meng. Apart from nodding, he went into the study and came out. He didn't say a word during the half hour. Pass.
Uncle Wen didn't have the slightest intention to inquire about what Meng Ting said and did with Mr. Meng in the study. He led Meng Ting back to the mansion in front of him to the westernmost room on the third floor, and said, "This is your room." .”
Meng Ting pushed the door open, and it was a spacious and bright suite with a separate bathroom, and even a cloakroom and a game room. Among all the places Meng Ting lived in, his grandma's house was not as good as this one. one.
Meng Ting went in and touched the bed, but he was a little disgusted, "It's too soft, can I change it to something harder."
Meng Ting ignored everything else, except that he was a little obsessed with the bed. He was anxious to get married, but also wanted to make himself feel at ease, and try to see if he could sleep well in his lifetime.
Uncle Wen accepted Meng Ting's reaction well, so he nodded, "Yes."
However, he still had no intention of leaving after bringing Meng Ting here. He continued, "This is an old house. The young master, wife, ladies and young masters don't live here. They usually go back to the old house on weekends. Days later, I will bring you to see them again."
"The two old ladies are not here either. They will probably come back in the evening. If you want to see me, I can arrange it for you."
Meng Ting hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head. Just like in his previous life, he didn't want to have too much interaction with the Meng family, or in other words, his temperament was born to reject too much communication with people, and it was only more serious for the Meng family. Just let him realize it.
"When can I go to class?"
Uncle Wen paused for a rare moment before he understood the meaning of Meng Ting's words.
"If you want, you can do it tomorrow."
Seeing that Meng Ting was about to nod his head, Uncle Wen sighed softly, but Meng Ting couldn't understand what he was sighing, so he continued, "You just came back, don't be so anxious, rest for a few days, and start class next Monday .”
Meng Ting nodded, then Uncle Wen bowed slightly and left.
But not long after, a few people really came over and changed Meng Ting's bed. Before he could sit on his new bed, he was held back by successive stylists and tailors, and then had his hair cut. , build clothes, and devote himself to turning him into a real vase.
After taking care of him from beginning to end, even watching him bloom his beauty with his own eyes, several servants and masters were still shocked.
The appearance of the Meng family is not bad, but they will not be as delicate as Meng Ting, with peach blossoms in the eyes, and the somewhat attractive feeling, under the special modification of the stylist, is two points stronger.
He doesn't need to speak, just standing like this is a painting, a beautiful scenery that makes people reluctant to take their eyes off.
Meng Ting also looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was a little messed up, but his clothes were clean and tidy, as for the rest, he really couldn't tell.
He didn't feel too much about the silence and astonishment of the crowd, not to mention that he was not familiar with these people, even those classmates who had studied with Meng Ting for three years, when facing Meng Ting, they were more silent.
Everyone withdrew their thoughts, the stylist and tailor left, and the servant tidied up the house, finally returning Meng Ting to peace.
And when he was being teased by these people, Feng Zejiao, one of the old ladies who was not at home, was meeting the old lady of the Yan family, He Wan, in a flower arrangement room, and said she was an old lady, but she was actually a generation behind Feng Zejiao, It's just that his eldest son was in charge of the family early, so she was promoted from wife to old lady.
He Wan looked down at the information Feng Zejiao brought her. There were several photos in it, but Meng Ting looked like Meng Ting. One of them was a photo of him enrolling in high school. His facial features were exquisite, but his eyes had an inexplicable dullness. The standard she set for a daughter-in-law should not be too ugly, nor too smart.
And Meng Ting just met these two requirements, good-looking and silly.
"You're a little younger," He Wan whispered, indeed, Meng Ting's birthday was in May, and there was still a whole year before he turned eighteen, the legal age for marriage.
Seeing what He Wan said, Feng Zejiao knew that the matter was about to be completed. She said softly, "He just returned to Meng's house, and he hasn't settled down yet. He should have it at the age of eighteen."
Meng Ting only has one household registration with his grandmother. Now that he is taken back to Meng's house, the household registration must be done naturally.
He Wan nodded lightly when she heard the words, "Do you have any newer photos? I'll take them back and show Sui Er a look. He has no objections, so the matter is settled."
Feng Zejiao smiled, and sent a text message to Uncle Wen, and soon a new photo of Meng Ting was sent to her mobile phone.
The moment Meng Ting suddenly raised his eyes in surprise was captured on the camera, and the feeling of being too beautiful became stronger by two points. Without reading those materials, it is difficult to feel that he is such a dull person with such aptitude.
However, after reading Meng Ting's experience from childhood to adulthood, He Wan can also understand this kind of stupidity, limited talent, and no cure.
The author has something to say: Overhead modern times, marriage between men and women has been accepted by law.
In addition, the male protagonist hates marriage, probably because he left the Meng family and wants to sleep well.
Yan Sui: I can satisfy you.
Meng Ting: ...