The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Meng Xingluan: "?"

Why did this ambiguous and frivolous voice come from Song Nanzhu's room?

and……

This voice didn't sound like Song Nanzhu's at all.

Meng Xingluan's eyes were half-squinted. She held the little orange cat in one hand and knocked on the door with the other hand.

"Knock knock—"

"Who, who?"

The boy's voice was obviously panicked, his face was red, and he hurriedly turned off the video.

Maybe he had a guilty conscience and even cleared the entire background of his phone.

"I."

As soon as the familiar voice came out, the young man became even more shy.

Just now... the volume he was watching the video shouldn't be too loud, right? Senior sister can't hear it?

Song Nanzhu was thinking wildly as he walked over and opened the door.

The door opened.

The lights in the room poured out, and half of the woman's figure was hidden in the darkness.

The orange cat in his arms jumped to the ground with a "meow" and "chirped" like a rocket.

Song Nanzhu had done something bad and avoided looking into Meng Xingluan's eyes.

"Teacher, senior sister, you are back."

The dry tone reflected his heart at the moment.

Meng Xingluan stared at him for a long time and asked, "Is there anyone else in your house?"

"No, no!"

Song Nanzhu denied it subconsciously.

My heart suddenly thumped.

Senior sister, did she...hear it?

As soon as this guess came out, Song Nanzhu was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole and get in immediately.

Who in the family would understand that I secretly watched a short video alone and my senior sister overheard me?

He can change his number and start again.

Song Nanzhu looked helpless.

Meng Xingluan held back a smile and raised his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly fell on the young man's neck.

The room was blessed with a heating charm, and he was only wearing a thin crew-neck sweater.

The skin color is very fair, which makes the crimson patch particularly eye-catching.

Meng Xingluan felt that this mark looked familiar.

Soon she knew why.

Because this red color is very similar to the strawberry print described in comics and novels.

Is Song Nanzhu in love?

Meng Xingluan looked at the young man's face carefully, and after a few seconds, he showed an intriguing expression.

Song Nanzhu became even more embarrassed.

I feel like I'm not wearing any clothes. Wouldn't senior sister see that?

The boy held on to his last glimmer of hope and mustered up the courage to look up.

Then he ran into those playful and beautiful eyes.

Song Nanzhu: "..."

Oh wow.

Senior sister knows.

Meng Xingluan reached out and patted his shoulder.

"As long as it doesn't affect your work, you are free to love."

"I'm not in love!"

Song Nanzhu retorted with a red face.

He, he was just drunk and kissed by Wei Heng.

How is it possible to fall in love? !

Meng Xingluan didn't tease him anymore, and only said three words "yes" perfunctorily.

Song Nanzhu: "..."

Tired, destroy it!

After a busy day, Meng Xingluan returned to the room with sore shoulders and neck.

So she cut out two paper figures.

The paper man was instantly injected with life and jumped directly onto the woman's shoulders and started massaging her.

She released Zhang Mei from the container.

The heating talisman was suppressed a little, and a hint of cold breath spread in the air.

The resentment around her dissipated a lot.

But the whole ghost looked more decadent than before.

Zhang Mei's parents did not reincarnate. Instead, they turned into ghosts and were taken away.

The kid only knew that the man was a handsome man, and didn't give any other useful information.

The thread ends there.

Meng Xingluan's intuition told her that these things were closely related to Shu Liang.

Because she had smelled an indescribable smell before when she went to the department and private hospital.

Rotten and foul smelling.

Shu Liang is brewing a huge conspiracy.

"Master, will they be sentenced to death?"

Zhang Mei was asking about the villagers of Taohua Village.

When she died, she was illiterate and had a vague understanding of the law.

After these few days of exposure, I probably know the word death penalty.

She wants them all to pay with their lives!

The Yin Qi suddenly became turbulent, and Meng Xingluan made a hand to suppress it, and Zhang Mei's sanity was brought back.

She is not a bad ghost yet, just an ordinary ghost.

Zhang Mei's obsession is to let those who killed her family get the punishment they deserve. As long as she sees it, she can immediately go to the underworld and line up to be reincarnated.

If it's a bad ghost...

It will have to go through some scrutiny and be delayed for a while.

"The mastermind must be sentenced to death, but the accomplices will only be imprisoned for a few years."

Zhang Mei was unwilling to accept this result.

But powerless.

She shed bloody tears and sobbed softly.

Feeling worthless for myself and my family.

"I don't want to be a good person in my next life..."

Good people are not rewarded.

She would rather be selfish and narrow-minded.

The next day.

Meng Xingluan had just returned from his morning run when he heard the sound of hurrays coming from outside the Taoist temple.

She held the orange cat and went to open the door.

Outside the door, Xing Tan was leaning against the car door wearing a down jacket.

She looked up when she heard the sound.

"Captain of punishment."

Meng Xingluan nodded politely.

"Ms. Meng, so early?"

"You're early too."

Polite greetings reveal a sense of alienation.

After returning home last night, Xing Tan went online to catch up on Meng Xingluan's previous live broadcast replays.

There is only one word to describe it.

God.

It felt like nothing could be hidden from Meng Xingluan's eyes.

Xing Tan never believed this, but after reading it, her heart was shaken.

At the same time, I felt a little more in awe of Meng Xingluan.

The afterlife is terrifying.

If she were a detective, there would probably be half as many criminals in the world.

Thinking of this, the look in Xing Tan's eyes softened a little.

"Ms. Meng, I have nothing else to do here today. I just want to ask you for a favor."

They interrogated all night, but the villagers in Taohua Village were stunned and didn't say a word.

Even Xiang Baohua and Li Guihua remained silent.

In the end, Xing Tan, who had a headache, thought of Meng Xingluan.

Yesterday I heard someone say that they saw Meng Xingluan going to see Xiang Baohua, and then Xiang Baohua confessed honestly.

Therefore, Xing Tan determined that it must have a great relationship with Meng Xingluan.

I hope the other party can also surprise her today.

"About Peach Blossom Village?"

Xing Tan was surprised and smiled, "I can't hide anything from you, Miss Meng."

"Wait for me a few minutes."

Meng Xingluan turned around and entered the Taoist temple.

She dug Song Nanzhu out of the bed and said, "I'm going out today, so I'll leave the Taoist temple to you."

The young man was bleary-eyed, and after a few perfunctory hums, he continued to lie down and sleep.

There is still an hour and a half left until the Taoist temple opens.

So Meng Xingluan set the Maomao alarm clock for one and a half hours.

As long as Song Nanzhu can't afford it, he will be stepped on by the four plum blossom jiojio.

The orange cat was entrusted with an important task.

It meows a few times, as if to say that it is guaranteed to complete the task!

Meng Xingluan followed Xing Tan into the police car.

Xing Tan was driving, and she glanced at Meng Xingluan through the rearview mirror.

In the end, I couldn't bear the curiosity and asked: "Ms. Meng, what did you say about Dong Xiang and Baohua?"

If it weren't for their backstabbing, the people in Taohua Village would still be in Taohua Village today.

Meng Xingluan leaned lazily against the car door, his eyes gleaming.

"People are all evil-minded. They just want to know where the daughter they abandoned back then is now."

Xingtan was startled.

"They also have a daughter?"

"Hmm, a daughter who is about to marry into a wealthy family."