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

The man's figure is slender and straight.

It seemed that he had just arrived from the company, and he was still wearing a high-end suit, with stern eyebrows and deep eyes.

When he saw Meng Tingyao fainting, he strode past Meng Xingluan and came to Meng Tingyao's side.

"Brother-in-law, you came just in time. Send my sister to the hospital quickly!"

Meng Jinan said hurriedly.

Zhou Yubai picked up the princess by the woman's waist, looked down and saw her pale face, a flash of worry quickly crossed her face, and left quickly without saying anything.

Meng Xingluan stood there with a cold expression.

The confrontation just now attracted the guests on the first floor, and they watched it with gusto.

It seems the rumors are true.

The Meng family really doesn't like to kiss their daughter.

Why do you suddenly feel a little pitiful about Meng Xingluan?

When Meng's father and mother passed by Meng Xingluan, Song Nanzhu said, "Mr. Meng, I see that your face is messy and your complexion is messy. You may lose your money!"

The boy was telling the truth, but with his baby face, wasn't this just looking for fun?

Father Meng glared at him fiercely.

"Hmph, I see you are young and don't care. Birds of a feather flock together, and you are not a good person either!"

After saying that, the couple left in a hurry.

Song Nanzhu curled his lips, "You really will suffer a loss if you don't listen to the old man's words! Just go bankrupt!"

Wei Heng raised his hand and rubbed his head with interest, "Come on, why are you reminding them? You look like a college student in your attire, so I don't blame others for not believing you."

Song Nanzhu glared at him, "Then give me my Taoist priest uniform!"

A group of people happily entered the private room. Fang Qi didn't know what Meng Xingluan liked to eat, so he ordered all the dishes in the store.

Meng Xingluan only picks and eats the dishes she likes. Compared to her elegant eating, Song Nanzhu seems much more down-to-earth.

Picking up the chopsticks, Feng Juan Can Yun, after a meal, my stomach is full.

He squinted his eyes contentedly and leaned back in the chair.

Fang Qi was stunned, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"Song Nanzhu, are you reincarnated as a starving ghost? Are you so edible?"

Song Nanzhu replied with a smile: "Absolutely, I haven't eaten so full for a long time. Since I was kicked out of the Taoist temple by my master, I have been traveling around, hungry and full. Alas, I can only sleep in bridge holes at night. "

It sounds quite miserable.

Except for Meng Xingluan who knew the truth, everyone else looked at Song Nanzhu with more pity.

Wei Heng patted him on the shoulder.

"Since you are Sister Meng's junior brother, you are also my Wei Heng's younger brother. From now on, you will have everything I have to eat! Follow me and I will ensure you enjoy the hot and spicy food!"

Song Nanzhu's eyes lit up.

He shouted sweetly, ‘Brother Wei. ’

Meng Xingluan helplessly held his forehead, looking at Song Nanzhu's foolish look, she resisted not exposing him.

After a group of people had eaten and drank, they were ready to go home.

Fang Qi doesn't dare to live in that apartment yet. Although Meng Xingluan said that everything is fine, he still feels uncomfortable in his heart.

"Sister Meng, come to me anytime if you need anything! I'll be here whenever you call!"

Fang Qi went back with his friend, and Wei Heng drove Meng Xingluan home.

When we arrived at the underground parking lot, a familiar figure came into view.

It's Zhou Yubai.

He leaned in front of the car, his head slightly lowered, holding a cigarette in one hand, the scarlet spot flickering on and off.

When he saw Meng Xingluan, he put out his cigarette butt.

His indifferent eyes swept over Wei Heng. Song Nanzhu didn't seem that threatening, so he simply ignored him.

"Meng Xingluan, I have something to discuss with you alone."

Meng Xingluan met his eyes and sneered, "Mr. Zhou is not with your precious Yaoyao in the hospital. Why did you come to talk to me?"

The distant title made the man frown slightly.

Wei Heng and Song Nanzhu had no intention of leaving at all, and stood beside Meng Xingluan like sculptures.

There is a posture of talking if you want to talk, and getting out if you don’t.

Zhou Yubai knew that there was no chance of talking alone, so he said, "Do you still have the Buddhist bead bracelet you gave my mother before?"

In recent days, Zhou's mother has been suffering from constant ailments, either coughing or having a sore throat. Coupled with the fact that her legs are not healed, it is simply torture for her.

Zhou Yubai had witnessed Meng Xingluan catching ghosts with his own eyes, and reminded him of the string of Buddhist beads mentioned by the old man, so he came to see Meng Xingluan today.

The emotions in the man's eyes were very complicated.

He had known Meng Xingluan for seven years, but he never knew that he had such ability.

He believed in science, but the ghost hunting scene he saw that day gave him a huge shock.

There are real ghosts in the world, and metaphysicians are not lying.

Meng Xingluan is really capable.

"No."

The woman uttered two words ruthlessly.

"I can buy it for any amount of money."

Song Nanzhu interjected: "Mr. Zhou, this is not a question of money. We metaphysicians also pay attention to fate. No amount of money is useless without fate."

Besides, Zhou's mother's situation is her own fate.

Anyway, he won't die in a short time. At most, he will have to take medicine for a lifetime.

Meng Xingluan raised his eyes and looked at him, "I gave her a bunch before, but she dropped it herself, and now she wants it? Do your Zhou family treat my place as a trash can? Just throw it away if you don't want it, and pick it up if you want it?"

The atmosphere became silent.

After a long while, Zhou Yubai looked deeply at Meng Xingluan, and then said, "Excuse me."

It was already eleven o'clock when Meng Xingluan got home.

It has not been broadcast for a long time, but we plan to broadcast it as usual tonight.

After everything was ready, Meng Xingluan clicked start.

The number of people in the upper right corner gradually changes, from single digits to double digits and then to three digits.

"I will only randomly select three people for each live broadcast. The reward for solving puzzles or telling fortunes starts from one carnival, and other things are calculated separately."

After the opening remarks, Meng Xingluan started the random drawing system.

As the turntable rotated 360 degrees, the first destined person of the day soon came out.

The avatar is a cinnamon dog, and the online name is ‘Eat a Yali’. ’

She didn't need Meng Xingluan to remind her, she rewarded a carnival very consciously.

[I am new here, is this metaphysics anchor accurate? 】

[It should be accurate, right? This anchor is still a rich woman, so she won’t come out to cheat money, right? 】

[I am a long-time fan, and this anchor discovered a murder case in the last live broadcast! The recent hot case of a female corpse in an apartment was discovered by this anchor! 】

[Hiss, look again. 】

‘Eat a pear’ sent me an application for continuous wheat.

The live broadcast room was divided into two, and there was a girl in her 20s on the other side.

She was smiling, and you could tell she was in a good mood even through a screen.

"Hello, Master, I've been following you since your first live broadcast. Today I want to figure out when is the right day for me to get married."

Meng Xingluan: "Send me your birth date and the other person's birth date in a private message."

"Eat a pear" was very fast and was sent to Meng Xingluan in less than 1 minute.

She waited expectantly for Meng Xingluan's answer.

A few seconds passed.

Meng Xingluan said: "You are not suitable for marriage."