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

It was already evening when the Bentley drove into the center of the capital city.

Meng Xingluan originally wanted to go back to the Taoist Temple directly, but he couldn't stand the tough talk on the phone from Xie Yanci.

Finally, I returned to the Taoist temple after having dinner with him.

Inside the Bodhi Taoist Temple.

Song Nanzhu was cleaning the house. The emotion on his face looked very happy, and he even hummed a melodious tune uncontrollably.

"So happy?"

The sudden female voice startled Song Nanzhu.

After coming back to his senses, Song Nanzhu's eyes lit up, "Senior sister! You're back! Where is the decapitated ghost? Why didn't you see him?"

After finishing speaking, the young man looked behind the woman exaggeratedly.

Meng Xingluan threw the container containing the decapitated ghost to Song Nanzhu.

"If you want, you can release him now."

It's just that the decapitated ghost in a lovelorn state is very noisy, plaintive and complaining. Coupled with a shrill voice, regardless of gender, he looks like a harem.

Song Nanzhu first held it in his palm and did not open it immediately.

He went on to other things.

"Brother Wei came over today after you left, senior sister. He kept helping him until he closed his eyes and then left."

Meng Xingluan understood, a hint of joking flashed in his eyes, and then he said a direct sentence to the young man, whose face turned red.

"So your good mood is because of Wei Heng."

"Senior sister! Don't talk nonsense!"

After being exposed, the young man subconsciously retorted.

It was just the expression on his face that betrayed his client's thoughts.

The smile in Meng Xingluan's eyes deepened, she stopped teasing him, and the next second she walked around the boy and returned to the room.

She knew what happened to Song Nanzhu and Wei Heng.

But the young man's face was thin, and she couldn't say much, so just let him develop and go wherever he could.

After returning to the room, Meng Xingluan took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack.

Reaching into his pocket, the bulging kit made Meng Xingluan remember that he had never told Xie Yanci about this.

Xie Yanci's connections were obviously wider than theirs, and he would get twice the result with half the effort with his help.

It was an unexpected bonus to accompany the decapitated ghost today.

Meng Xingluan spread the brocade bag in the palm of his hand, took a photo and sent it.

[This is my second junior brother’s tip bag. According to the timeline that person said, he should have been to Taoyuan County four years ago. 】

The county seat is close to the outskirts, and a little way further there is another city.

Xie Yanci quickly typed a reply.

He first said the words 'I know'.

Then he casually asked about the origin of this tip bag.

[Thank you Banquet Speech: Does everyone in Bodhi Taoist Temple have this tip bag? It’s very nice. Can I buy it? 】

Every word carries a strong sense of temptation.

Out of a man's intuition, Xie Yanci felt that this tip was not simple.

really.

[This is my birthday gift to my second junior brother. 】

[Thank you speech: Did Luan Luan embroider it by himself? 】

Although he knew he shouldn't be jealous, he just couldn't control it.

Xie Yanci had never thought that he could be so jealous.

He was jealous of everyone who had appeared in Meng Xingluan's life and everything that Meng Xingluan cared about.

He was very concerned about anything related to Meng Xingluan.

He even complained about why God let him meet Meng Xingluan so late.

The man's fists were clenched, and the veins in his long, well-jointed hands were visible to the naked eye.

He lowered his eyelids, and his long and thick eyelashes covered up the hint of sinisterness flashing deep in his pupils.

But soon, the next news from Meng Xingluan calmed his jealousy that should not have appeared.

[I said I was embroidered by a coolie, do you believe it? 】

The coolies who caught it...then Meng Xingluan didn't embroider it himself.

A trace of excitement appeared in the man's heart.

His heart was pounding, and he controlled his fingertips that were trembling with excitement.

For a moment, he chose to speak.

The deep and lingering voice is full of magnetism, a sound that can make people's ears pregnant.

"Then on my birthday, can I receive a gift made by Luan Luan?"

Meng Xingluan listened to it twice.

The light in the room was soft, reflecting the woman's thin figure on the wall.

The beautiful and delicate facial features became a little less distant, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Then type.

[That depends on whether I have time. 】

There was no rejection and no affirmative reply.

But Xie Yanci blindly believed that Meng Xingluan would definitely do it.

He didn't need any expensive gifts. Even if Meng Xingluan gave her a small triangle that she folded casually, the thank you speech would be very precious.

Tonight's small talk ends with good night.

After Meng Xingluan washed up, she hugged the cat and went to bed. As usual, she checked Weibo before going to bed.

There is nothing new about the hot search terms.

But soon, a phone call from Xu Jiajia directly brought Xingua.

"Sister Meng! Look at the video I sent you!"

Meng Xingluan turned on the speakerphone, then stepped out and opened the chat dialog box with Xu Jiajia.

What the other party sent was a series of links.

Click on it to automatically jump to a video website.

The video is a full half hour long.

Meng Xingluan directly pulled up the progress bar to see.

The protagonist inside is none other than Zhang Yansong, one of the villains in the live broadcast room yesterday.

From the shooting point of view, it seems that some staff member secretly filmed it.

It coincides with the plot in Meng Xingluan’s live broadcast room.

The moment the man raised his head, his face suddenly turned pale.

It was visible to the naked eye that his legs were shaking.

The pupils were constricted, with a strong look of fear.

"Yuan, Yuan Yue, you, why are you here? Aren't you dead?!"

A sudden sentence caused the entire variety show to explode.

Fortunately it wasn't a live broadcast. If it were a live broadcast, a major accident would have occurred!

Yuan Yue is Yuan Qin's dead sister.

As soon as this name came out, the other five people's expressions changed.

Especially the girl pointed at by Zhang Yansong frowned tightly, her expression extremely ugly.

"Zhang Yansong, what are you talking about?!"

Seeing the person approaching him, the man subconsciously stepped back, but he didn't notice the bump behind him and fell directly to the ground.

The whole person is as embarrassed as he wants to be.

……

Meng Xingluan pulled the progress bar to the end.

This video probably shows Zhang Yansong having a mental breakdown and revealing his dark history of sleeping with powder.

He also expressed regret for Yuan Yue's death, but that was not his intention alone.

In other words, Zhang Yansong was not the only person who indirectly killed Yuan Yue.

But before he could tell anyone else, he was knocked unconscious by a strong man with a stool.

The video stops here.

"Sister Meng, do you think he will be arrested and sentenced?"

Meng Xingluan half-squinted his eyes and did not respond immediately. Instead, his eyes fell on the woman standing at the edge.

Suddenly, he curled his lips and smiled.

Hearing the laughter, Xu Jiajia was stunned.

"Sister Meng?"

"It's nothing, I just learned something interesting in advance."

She couldn't wait to see Meng Tingyao bite a dog for Zhou Yubai.