President, he is so charming to me

Meng Yanran patted his head and said, "Long time no see, Xiao Jingkong has grown so big."

"Of course, Jingkong eats well every day, and he is taller than Senior Brother Jingchen." Jingkong said proudly.

Jingchen is two years older than Jingkong, so he can be regarded as the younger novice monk in Guiyuan Temple.

"Jingkong is so good." Meng Yanran smiled.

Jingkong also smiled, and said again: "Sister Meng, why haven't you come for several years? Brother said you are married, is it true?"

Meng Yanran paused, then replied, "Yes."

"Why don't you come to visit Jingkong after you get married? Jingkong really misses Sister Meng."

Jingkong said pitifully that Sister Meng hadn't come for several years.

"After getting married, my sister has a lot of things to do. I forgot to visit Jingkong. My sister apologized to Jingkong."

Meng Yanran knelt down and pinched Jingkong's little cheek.

The child's mood always changes very quickly, and this meeting has turned from cloudy to sunny, and said happily: "Jingkong doesn't blame Sister Meng, Jingkong is so good."

"Did Sister Meng come to see Master? Master doesn't seem to be in the temple today."

"No, I have other things to do today, so I'm not looking for a host."

"Oh, that's it." Jingkong nodded, picked up the broom that was thrown aside just now, and said: "Sister Meng, go and do your work, Jingkong is going to sweep the floor, if you don't finish sweeping here quickly , Senior Brother Jing Chen is going to talk about me again."

After finishing speaking, Jingkong frowned, picked up a broom that was as tall as himself with his small hand, and began to sweep the floor awkwardly.

Meng Yanran patted his head and said, "Jingkong is so good, then sister is leaving first."

"Ok!"

Meng Yanran had just walked a few steps before turning her head to look at Jing Kong behind her.

The kid who said he was going to sweep the floor just now is squatting on the ground and chatting happily with the ants on the fallen leaves, while talking about the little hands that can't stop gesticulating, and talking about it, I don't know what secrets he is talking about .

Meng Yanran was a little amused, shook her head and left.

After searching for a long time, she finally found the Buddhist temple that she frequented. She hadn't been there for a long time, and she almost lost her way.

As soon as he was about to step in, he saw a tall figure kneeling on the futon, clasped his hands, and prayed devoutly.

It was Mo Xiang who helped him outside.

When she first saw Mo Xiang outside the temple, Meng Yanran was still a little surprised. This tall and stern man actually came to the Buddhist temple, which made her a little unexpected. After all, he seemed so out of tune with the atmosphere here.

But seeing him kneeling here piously at this moment, the stern aura around him also subsided a lot, and it was not as out of place as Meng Yanran thought.

It seems that as long as there is something in the heart, no matter how cruel people are, they will become pious believers.

Meng Yanran crossed the threshold, knelt down in front of the futon not far from Mo Xiang, closed her eyes, and clasped her hands together.

Meng Yanran, a believer, came to pray to God today, hoping that her child could be reincarnated into a good family, and that he could live in a healthy life.

Mom will definitely make those who hurt you pay the price, and I hope you don't blame mom.

Baby……

Spreading his hands on both sides of the futon, he kowtowed reverently a few times.

When he opened his eyes, the futon next to him was already empty, and Mo Xiang had already left at some point.

Meng Yanran glanced at it, didn't think about it anymore, closed her eyes again, continued to repeat the action just now, and didn't get up until she finished doing it three times.

Her knee was a little sore and numb, Meng Yanran rubbed it, and then went to donate a lot of sesame oil money.

I hope God can hear her prayers, this is the only thing that can be done for this child in the end.

Thinking it was still early, Meng Yanran didn't leave the temple directly, but wandered around casually.

She walked to a koi pond and sat down. There were quite a lot of people by the pond. There were even some elderly men taking pictures of the pond water with their cameras, and some pilgrims threw some fish food into the pond.

People in the city worry about all kinds of things every day, and the temple is a magical place that can make people forget about mundane affairs. In front of the Buddha, everything seems insignificant.

Therefore, many people who are overwhelmed by the burden of life will choose to come here to find a chance to breathe.

Some young novice in the temple started to ring the bell. The bell sounded long and deep, and came from a distance. Many pilgrims who heard the bell stopped, closed their eyes and put their hands together.

The bells of the temple can purify people's hearts the most, allowing people to forget about mundane affairs in this second and just be a loyal believer.

Meng Yanran didn't close her eyes, she was born again, she is considered a different kind in this world, I don't know if the Buddha can tolerate her as an "outsider" who knows the future.

She laughed at herself, turned her head to look elsewhere, and suddenly saw Mo Xiang in the crowd not far away.

Like many pilgrims, he stood upright, folded his hands and closed his eyes to pray, and suddenly seemed to feel Meng Yanran's gaze, and opened his eyes to look at her.

Meng Yanran didn't expect him to look at her suddenly, she was embarrassed for a moment, but she quickly returned a smile.

Mo Xiang returned to his previous appearance, his whole body was filled with the aura of not getting close to strangers, he glanced at her lightly, then withdrew his gaze, and left through the crowd.

Meng Yanran withdrew her stiff smile, and let out a light breath, so embarrassed.

After saying goodbye to the little monk Jingkong, Meng Yanran walked out of the temple. The sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the sunlight was a bit dazzling. There were more and more pilgrims in the temple, and the incense in the temple was also getting stronger.

After leaving the temple, she felt that all the troubles had come back, one difficult matter was waiting for her to solve, one enemy after another was still enjoying herself, Meng Yanran suddenly felt the pressure doubled, and secretly worked harder for herself.

After walking down the long stairs, Meng Yanran hailed a taxi and told the driver a location.

After coming over for a while, the car stopped in front of a very elegantly decorated western restaurant.

"Miss, the Champs Garden is here."

"Thank you."

Meng Yanran paid and got out of the car.

The servant boy at the door immediately stepped forward and asked politely with a smile, "Miss, do you have an appointment?"

"Ge Mingwei." Meng Yanran reported her name.

Hearing this, the servant boy became more respectful, opened the door for her, and said as he walked, "So it's Westbrook's friend, Westbrook has been waiting inside for a long time, this way please."

As she said that, the servant boy led the way, reminding her to be careful on the road from time to time.

Xiangxie Garden is a well-known high-end western restaurant in China. There are all over the country, with elegant environment and considerate service. Every waiter in it has received strict training.

Meng Yanran looked at her watch, she was 20 minutes earlier than the time agreed with Ge Mingwei, unexpectedly Ge Mingwei came earlier than her.

Yesterday, after finalizing the matter of going to the company with her younger brother, Meng Yanran thought of Ge Mingwei.

After entering the company, Meng Yanran will inevitably obstruct Yan Jingheng's merger and acquisition plan, but she is still too young to be a senior executive of the company. Without a good understanding of the company's internal operations, she cannot know Yan Jingheng's small moves.

But during this period of time, he must not let it go, and he has no connections, no strong helpers, after much deliberation, only Ge Mingwei is the most suitable candidate.

Although Ge Mingwei helped Meng Yanran a lot in the previous life, she never knew his true identity, only that he was very mysterious and had a strong background.

Now, since he can know Yan Jingheng's merger and acquisition plan in advance, he can also get other news. Ge Mingwei is currently the best helper before he is temporarily seated as an executive.

After walking around a corner, Meng Yanran quickly saw Ge Mingwei sitting behind a cubicle.

There are not many people in the lobby of the restaurant, and many people choose private rooms. The people who come here are either rich or expensive, and no one wants their conversations to be heard.The few tables of guests in the hall were also very quiet, only the sound of the collision of knives and forks, and a few conversations occasionally.

Meng Yanran asked the servant boy to leave and walked alone.

"Westbrook."

Before she came over, Ge Mingwei got up early, and when she approached, a gentleman helped her pull out the chair.

"Thank you." Meng Yanran sat down and said with a smile.

Ge Mingwei raised his eyebrows, returned to his seat and sat down.

"Westbrook came early."

"There's no reason to let the lady wait. Besides, Miss Meng is not an ordinary person to me. Of course, I have to come and wait in advance."

Ge Mingwei spoke in his usual tone, with some cynicism.

"Shall we chat while eating?" Ge Mingwei handed her the menu.

"Of course. Today is Westbrook's treat, so I won't be polite."

Meng Yanran took the menu with a smile.

"Their foie gras is good, you can try it."

"Really, then listen to Westbrook."

Seeing this, the waiter quickly came over. Meng Yanran ordered two French foie gras and a salad. After ordering, she closed the menu and handed it to Ge Mingwei.

Ge Mingwei took the menu but didn't look at it, handed it to the waiter at the side, added another soup, and said, "Bring me another bottle of wine with foie gras."

The waiter replied "OK" and left with the menu.

Meng Yanran said, "I didn't expect Westbrook to be a regular visitor here."

"Their dishes are good and more in line with my taste, so I come here more."

Ge Mingwei crossed his hands on his lap, leaned back on the sofa, and said lazily, "Their foie gras is the signature of the store."

"Oh, is there anything special?" Meng Yanran showed some interest.

She also ate foie gras a lot, but she was a little curious about the foie gras that even Ge Mingwei praised.

“The foie gras in their home is made of fresh raw foie gras, which is airlifted from Strasbourg, France. There are three holy places for producing foie gras in France, and it is the most famous among them. Strasbourg’s goose The liver is good in appearance, large in size, rich in nutrition, full of aroma and excellent in taste after cooking."

"Fresh raw foie gras has high fat content, rich and delicious taste, and melts in your mouth. The chef of this restaurant also cooks differently from other restaurants. He will add some brandy and port wine for seasoning, and remove the foie gras. The fishy smell, and during the cooking process, the chef can only turn the foie gras once, which fully guarantees the tenderness and nutritional value of the meat.”