Zhuang Nainai paused and suddenly remembered that Si Zhengting once said that his father was purged and left the house because of a woman.
This man looks similar to Si Guangsong, and he is about the same age. Could it be that he is Si Zhengting's father
Si Zhengting doesn't like his father, so she doesn't like him either, but why is he here
Zhuang Nainai thought for a while and simply came to the man. Without speaking, he looked at him.
The man smiled and said, "You are going to Building 8, right? Can you take me in?"
Zhuang Nainai looked at him and smiled, "Who are you?"
"Perhaps you should have heard of me. My name is Si Guangqing. I am Ding Mengya's ex-husband and the former male owner of the Dihao Group."
Sure enough it was him!
Zhuang Nainai was not too surprised because she heard Si Zhengting mention it. She blinked her big innocent eyes and said, "But why should I take you in?"
"I heard that Ding Mengya was injured in a fall, so I came over to take a look. But the doorman changed and she didn't recognize me. She and I haven't been in contact for a long time, so we can't get in." Si Guangqing lied without blinking. .
Zhuang Nainai said "Oh" and then looked at him with a smile, "I think it's not that the guard doesn't let you in, it's that Mrs. Ding doesn't want to see you, right?"
Si Guangqing's old face froze slightly when he was told what was on his mind, but he was an old fox after all, so he smiled gently, "Little girl, I am Si Zhengting's father after all. Aren't you afraid of offending me too much?"
A flash of panic flashed in Zhuang Nainai's big eyes, "Yes, I'm really scared. I'm so scared. How about you stand here while I tell Mrs. Ding?"
Si Guangqing's face darkened, and he could tell that this girl obviously knew that her relationship with them was not good, so she acted like this.
He snorted coldly and took a step back, "You don't have to say anything, just pass a message for me. Tell her, don't think that she has lost her memory, and the previous agreement can be ignored. If she gets together with that coward, Don’t blame me for coming back to steal the family property!”
Having said this, he took a step back, turned around and left, got into the taxi, and walked away.
Looking at his back, Zhuang Nainai simply didn't know what to say.
How could this person be so hateful!
He found another woman outside, but didn't let Ms. Ding find her own harbor
Zhuang Nainai was a little angry and decided that he must not bring this sentence to Ding Mengya, otherwise, Ding Mengya would definitely choose to continue wandering for Si Zhengting.
Her life was really miserable.
This villa area is very large. It took Zhuang Nainai half an hour to walk from the entrance to Building 8. The surrounding environment is elegant, with green trees and red flowers, which is very nice.
She pushed the door to the room, and the nanny opened the door. She could faintly hear the laughter coming from the room. She walked in and found Butler Li playing chess with Ding Mengya.
Both of them are no longer young, but sitting like this on the balcony, the sun gives them a layer of light, which makes people inexplicably think of one word: stay together until the end of their lives.
Seeing Zhuang Nainai coming over, Ding Mengya and Butler Li paused their chess game and came over to chat with Zhuang Nainai.
Ding Mengya seemed to have really lost her memory. She sat on the sofa and said nothing. Butler Li was watching her from the side.
Zhuang Nainai simply stopped talking and took out the photo in the bag and showed it to Butler Li, "Uncle Li, you grew up with Mrs. Ding, so you must know that the people in this photo are all who?"
PS: Someone asked how to vote monthly on an Apple phone. Again, log in using the web page, then find my book, log in to your account, and you can vote~
The long-lost small theater is here~
Mr. Si held the rose depressedly and broke it off one by one. He muttered something and was very confused.
Mr. Si: She loves me, she loves Xu Dazhi, she loves me, she loves Xu Dazhi...
Young Master: Is there any difference between the two
Mr. Si: Of course there is a difference! One is me, and the other is Xu Dazhi whom I pretend to be.
Young Master: ...Is there any difference
Mr. Si: Is there no difference
Young Master: ...Okay, but the petals are dead, so we can't control the quantity.
Mr. Si: What do you think
Young Master: Hehe, let’s use tomorrow’s monthly votes to calculate it! The odd number means I love you, the even number means I love Xu Dazhi!
Audience: ... Young Master, it’s becoming more and more unethical for you to ask for a monthly ticket!
Young Master: What is moral integrity? How much is a monthly pass worth
Crowd:…
(End of chapter)