"Congratulations to the new gang leader for taking office!"
"What new gang leader, Zui Meng is the old gang leader!"
"Mie Shen is still aware of current affairs! But did he withdraw like this?"
"It's okay to retreat! Staying here anyway will harm our reputation as a helper!"
"The drunk dream gang master will dominate the rivers and lakes for thousands of years!"
…
Marley felt as if he was the leader of the first martial arts sect in martial arts, being lifted by the crowd to the clouds, high above, overlooking all beings.
He didn't have time to sympathize with Mie Shen, so he just wanted to tell Dongfang Rumeng the news for the first time.
Private chat with Drunken Dreams Peach Blossom Man: "The roof of the Palace of the Unreal City Lord, come here quickly, I have something to do with you."
Jia Meng just fell asleep, as usual, bored.
Since reading the book on the art of game design in one breath, she has been out of control, wishing to catch all the similar books in one go.
After breakfast, Jia Meng stood face to face with the huge floor-standing bookshelf in the hall for a long time.
Sunlight came in through the glass window, and shone her fat figure on the neat rows of books.
From left to right, from top to bottom, she looks for the next book that fascinates her as if she appreciates the dazzling array of goods in a shopping mall.
Soon, a book with a very familiar cover color and name came into view-
It is the art of game design!
Strange, isn't that book in the room
Just before going to bed last night, she looked through it specially.
When did it ran back to the bookshelf by itself
"Damn it!" Jia Meng patted his head, rubbed his eyes again, and muttered in his mouth, suspecting that he was mentally ill again.
"Sister Mengmeng, what are you talking about?"
Aunt Liu seemed to be prepared, and suddenly appeared behind Jia Meng.
"Aunt Liu, when did the book you showed me return to the shelf?"
Aunt Liu stood on tiptoe, took the game design art from the bookshelf, wiped the ash covering it with a paper towel, and handed it to Jia Meng.
Jia Meng ran back to the room and took the book he had finished reading from the table.
Panting, she took the book in Aunt Liu's hand and found that they were two identical books.
Aunt Liu lowered her head, but couldn't hide the wrinkles on her face caused by the smile: "Sister Mengmeng, these are two books."
"I know. But why are there two identical books in the house?"
"Actually..." Aunt Liu hesitated, "The one I... gave you was... someone sent it."
"who is it?"
"Master Ma Family."
Jia Meng suddenly understood something, and angrily asked: "How do you know that he is the Ma family young master?"
"This..." Aunt Liu pursed her mouth and tried her best to search her belly to find a suitable explanation. "That's right! The name card was written on the card last time, Marai!"
"Is this this one?" But Marei's business card was stored in the pocket of Jia Meng's home clothes. She took it out and read the business card as she read it, "Thunder Hotel, food delivery man, Marai."
Aunt Liu dared not look into Jia Meng's eyes and nodded lightly.
Jia Meng put Marei's business card under Aunt Liu's eyelids, almost swaying in front of her like a razor blade, and asked loudly, "Is Marei not the deliveryman? How do you know he is the Ma family young master?"
"I'm sorry. Sister Mengmeng." Aunt Liu choked her voice, looking aggrieved.
"So, he sent the lavender, and he also sent this book, right?"
"Yes."
"You are the nanny hired by our family, why do you accept the things he sent in private?"
"Sister Mengmeng, Young Master Ma is also kind. It's hard to be kind."
"It's so kind." Jia Meng discovered that Marei had been passing Aunt Liu's hand and was trying to interfere with her daily life. She was a little creepy, angry and stiff lips, "How did you know Marei? When did you start to help him?"
"Ah..." Aunt Liu sobbed, looking hard to speak, "Sorry, Mengmeng, I'm older, I don't remember."
"Haha," Jia Meng sneered, "Aunt Liu, do you know? Thunder Group and Wangmeng Technology are competitors. You are the nanny hired by our family. You have private dealings with Master Ma. My dad knows, guess what will happen?"
"No! Don't!" Aunt Liu hugged her arms in a panic, and suddenly sat down, anxious but not smoothly speaking, "Sister Mengmeng... I have been trying my best to take care of you. I will do my best to take care of you. Responsibility!" ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
"Yes. Aunt Liu, I can see your intentions, and I am very grateful to you."
Jia Meng stuffed Marei's business card and the book in his hands into Aunt Liu's arms, and then: "But if you don't tell me the details of the relationship, I will call my dad."
After that, Jia Meng turned and walked to the side of the airliner in the lobby, picking up the receiver in one hand.
"No! Me, me!"
Aunt Liu rushed up, grabbed the phone in Jia Meng's hand, and held her hands tightly.
Thinking that Marai had been monitoring his daily life in a different way, Jia Meng's brain went blank.
For a moment, she felt that the little thoughts she had in Marley's heart were like a castle built of sand, collapsing into a pile of waste sand.
"Sister Mengmeng, in fact, I used to be the babysitter of Ma's Young Master when he was abroad. Later, when I returned to China, we rarely contacted each other. Until recently, he knew that I was working in Jia's house, so he contacted me again..."
"When is it recently?"
"That's... it's the one where Mengmeng Mengmeng just moved in, and it happens to be the one I was hired for.
Jia Meng is fortunate that he did not have any memories after he was discharged from the hospital, but still intact in his mind.
She clearly remembered that the first time she saw Marei, it was when she had just moved into Jia's home.
"The first few days you came, you had something to ask for leave and go back to your hometown, right? Did Marley deliberately leave you
"This… "
"Is it right?" Jia Meng asked.
"Yes."
It turned out that the seemingly beautiful encounter was just a carefully arranged layout.
Jia Meng's tears also filled her eyes, and she resisted not crying in front of Aunt Liu.
"Then what's the matter with this business card?"
Aunt Liu took out several identical business cards from her apron pocket and sprinkled them on the coffee table, saying, “Actually, Master Ma’s left a lot of them for me. He, if you need it, please let me show it to you... "
That's it.
How self-confident Marley is, he would guess that one of them would take the initiative to contact him!
Jia Meng couldn't help it anymore, a drop of tears flowed down and dripped on the cover of the game design art in his hand.
She resisted the excitement and then interrogated Aunt Liu: "Why did Marley send me a bouquet of lavender?"