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

As soon as her name was called out, the woman's figure disappeared around the corner of the street.

As if he were some kind of savage beast.

Meng Xingluan found a convenience store and sat down.

She looked at the balance in her phone and found that it was not enough to support her in finding a new house.

For seven years, she devoted all her attention to Zhou Yubai.

Even if I made some money, I would all buy him gifts.

Sure enough, the licking dog licked to nothing in the end.

Meng Xingluan looked at the sky-high prices on his phone with an expressionless face, and was thinking about whether to find a big deal when a call came in.

"Master Meng! Where are you now? I caused trouble for you last night. Please tell me your address and I will come find you now."

Meng Xingluan reported a list of addresses.

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Miaomiao, whose eyes were swollen like walnuts, stood in front of Meng Xingluan.

She was sweating from the heat, and the few strands of hair on her forehead were wet with sweat.

"Master Meng, why did you leave without saying anything? Fortunately, I was smart enough to save your phone number."

Jiang Miaomiao drank half a bottle of mineral water before she could regain her breath, her eyes slightly complaining.

Meng Xingluan raised his eyebrows.

Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Miaomiao came closer again, and with sharp eyes she saw the housing information on Meng Xingluan's phone.

"Master, are you looking for a house? Ask me how many houses my father has in Haicheng."

After Jiang Miaomiao took out her phone and clicked on a file, Meng Xingluan fell into deep thought.

The document has a total of fifty pages, each page corresponds to a house, and the location is very prosperous.

This is the first time I see someone who shows off his wealth so unconsciously that he deserves a beating.

How many sets can I order?

Meng Xingluan thought again of the dilapidated Taoist temple he inherited, and couldn't help but rub his eyebrows with a headache.

She started looking at Jiang Miaomiao's house listings, and saw that in the end there was only one that met all her requirements.

Pointing with her thin white hand, "That's it."

Jiang Miaomiao was about to take her to see the house now, but they were already in a taxi. Meng Xingluan looked at his phone and suddenly said: "Next time, I have something urgent."

Although Jiang Miaomiao was sorry, she also expressed understanding.

"Then let's make an appointment next time. But if you don't want to stay in a hotel, master, you can just go there today. The house is very clean. I don't want your money..."

Meng Xingluan closed the door and watched the taxi drive away.

*

The Zhou family's old house is located on the outskirts of Haicheng, with beautiful mountains, clear waters and green trees.

This was not Meng Xingluan's first time here. She entered the villa with ease.

"Miss Meng?! Why are you here?"

The servant who was wiping the coffee table immediately exclaimed when he saw Meng Xingluan.

But those eyes were full of disdain.

Everyone in the Zhou family knew that Zhou Yubai didn't like Meng Xingluan, and it was Meng Xingluan who wanted to marry her.

Coupled with the overt and covert ridicule from Miss Zhou and Zhou's mother, this led to them, the servants, looking down on Meng Xingluan.

What's the use of looking good? It’s not like I still can’t tie up a man.

The servant sighed inwardly.

Meng Xingluan glanced at her coldly, "When did the Zhou family need to inform the pug?"

"Ms. Meng, why are you swearing?"

The servant's eyes widened and he was filled with anger. He put his hands on his hips and looked like a shrew scolding the street.

"Although I am a servant, I still have to be appreciated by my wife. But Miss Meng, have you ever slept with the young master in the two years since your marriage? If you can't control a man, take it out on us servants..."

The servants kept cursing and cursing.

The look in Meng Xingluan's eyes became colder and colder, and he raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, not only amused by the Zhou family, but also by himself.

Look, even the servants dared to stand on her head and roll around for the sake of a man who didn't belong to her.

The servant was still scolding, and just when Meng Xingluan was thinking about how to teach her a lesson, a voice sounded in the air.

"What's the noise?"

Mother Zhou slowly walked down the stairs with the support of her daughter Zhou Pianran.

The woman was wearing a plain cheongsam, elegant and luxurious, with sharp and serious eyes.

The servant immediately shut up, as if seeing the backbone, and said respectfully: "Madam, it's Miss Meng who is here."

Two years after marrying into the Zhou family, she didn't even have the title of Mrs. Zhou.

The title Miss Meng means that the entire Zhou family excludes her and no one acknowledges her.

Meng Xingluan felt pitiful and pathetic.

Mother Zhou glanced at Meng Xingluan coldly and scolded: "I have been married for two years, and you are still as unruly as a small family. The Meng family has really taught a good daughter!"

Zhou Pianran curled her lips, eyes full of disgust, and said helpfully: "Meng Xingluan, didn't I tell you a long time ago? You have to report when you come to the old house. Since you are married to my brother, you must abide by the rules..."

Meng Xingluan couldn't listen anymore.

She interrupted bluntly and said impatiently: "Why didn't I know that you are now in charge of the old house? Put away your rhetoric, Zhou Yubai and I have divorced, and now I am a guest invited by Grandpa Zhou."

After finishing her words, she paused deliberately before continuing: "Is this how a big family treats guests? It's not as good as those small families."

There was undisguised sarcasm on the woman's beautiful face.

Several people present were stunned at the same time.

Zhou Yubai and Meng Xingluan divorced? real or fake?

Mother Zhou glanced at Meng Xingluan up and down, and finally showed disgust in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "You are very sharp! But it doesn't matter if you get divorced, you won't be able to lay an egg in two years!"

It was well known that Zhou's mother had a disdain for Meng Xingluan.

But this was the first time I heard such vicious words as before.

Meng Xingluan smiled instead of being angry. She narrowed her eyes and said in a loose voice, "Of course I can't lay eggs as a human being, but Mrs. Zhou, did you lay an egg named Zhou Yubai?"

"presumptuous!"

Zhou's mother was so angry that her face was livid, and Zhou Pianran quickly comforted her.

Then he turned around and stared at Meng Xingluan fiercely, shouting: "Meng Xingluan, do you have bad intentions? Do you believe that I asked my brother to come back and teach you a lesson? I originally wanted to give you some divorce compensation, but now it seems that It’s better to feed it to the dogs than to give it to you!”

Meng Xingluan was disgusted by the tone of his voice, which was like giving alms.

Her eyes fell on the string of Buddhist beads on Zhou's mother's left wrist.

His eyes stagnated, and the next second he said: "Mrs. Zhou, you look down on me so much but still wear the things I gave you, can I understand that you are mean?"

Zhou's mother has been in poor health since her husband passed away. She has constant ailments and needs to take medicine for many years.

But wearing the Buddhist beads that Meng Xingluan asked for was in good health, which is really incredible.

Zhou's mother pulled down the Buddhist beads with a dark face and threw them to the ground with a "snap".

Strangely enough, as soon as the Buddhist beads bracelet fell to the ground, the beads scattered and rolled down.

"You really think I care about you, a piece of shit? If it wasn't for Yu Bai's sake, I would have thrown it into the trash can."

Meng Xingluan's heart felt like a pool of death. She looked at Zhou's mother's sudden decline in luck, gently pulled the corners of her lips, and uttered two words silently.

idiot.

The Buddhist beads that the Taoist genius personally prayed for were no better than ordinary Buddhist beads. They not only kept people safe, smooth and healthy, but also extended their lives to hundreds of years.

It’s good to be bad.

Meng Xingluan looked away indifferently, not bothering to waste time with them. Just as he was about to call the old man, the door outside opened.

An old man in Tang suit walked in with the support of a bodyguard.

"I invited Luan Luan back, who has any objections?"