Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

In response to her son, Meng's mother hung up the phone and looked up, meeting a pair of eyes full of curiosity and gossip.

A beautiful woman with slightly curly hair was the first to ask: "Is it your Jiu'an just now? Does it look like they are in love?"

Someone spoke, and others became curious.

"Yes, yes, didn't you say that Jiu'an cultivates Buddhism and is not close to women?"

"The girl is from Guangcheng? I'm familiar with that place in Guangcheng! Which one do you think she's from? I'll help you match her!"

"Didn't you hear what I just said? That girl owns a nightclub!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone else shut up and thought to themselves, if you open a nightclub, isn't that Mama-san? With such a background, it is difficult to enter an ordinary wealthy family, let alone a top wealthy family like the Meng family.

They all focused their attention on Meng's mother. Seeing the smile that could not be concealed on her lips, they couldn't help but wonder and couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

Mother Meng looked at the many curious eyes and took a sip of coffee before explaining: "What do you know? You have never seen peony peony, so you have no right to speak..."

"And it's not like I'm brainless. Naturally, I hired a private detective to investigate her. Speaking of which, she is also a child with a hard life. After her mother passed away, she ran a nightclub. She is not stupid..."

"The most important thing is, huh, I took her horoscope to see the master, and it matches the one in my family perfectly!"

The Meng family is from Shantou. They first started in Chaoshan, and later, with the expansion of Meng Jiu'an, they took over the Hong Kong city.

Meng's mother was a firm believer in Feng Shui's eight-character marriage.

The other noble women nodded secretly when they heard this, and one of them smiled and said: "Our family background is either rich or noble, and we don't need women to add icing on the cake. Today's young people are all about free love, and we can't control so much... "

……

As night falls, the lights are on.

I wish Bai Shao finally returned to Sunflower.

Because she had contacted Aunt An before getting on the plane, she was hugged by Aunt An who had been waiting at the door as soon as she got off the car.

"Aunt An."

Aunt An looked her up and down and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw clearly that she hadn't lost weight after being away for so many days.

Turning around and looking around, Aunt An hugged her directly into the exclusive elevator, and her luggage was also sent up.

In the elevator, Aunt An had a sad look on her face and whispered: "Shao Shao, you went to see Mrs. Meng before and was photographed in the corridor. That video went viral and the man also called. …”

The smile on Zhu Baishao's face faded, her eyes turned cold, and she said bitterly: "Hong, Wen, Jun!"

He paused word by word, gnashing his teeth.

Before she could plan how to avenge Zhu's mother, he came to her door himself.

Thinking of the lipstick of the charming witch in the system space, Zhu Baishao narrowed her eyes and had an idea in her mind. She not only wanted Hong Wenjun to die, but also wanted him to be ruined.

"Aunt An, if he calls again, please help me make an appointment with him. Don't make an appointment with Sunflower. Make an appointment with... um... Hong Wenjun doesn't have a building at his house? Just make an appointment there."

Zhu Baishao's thick eyelashes drooped, covering up the dangerous light blooming in her eyes.

The look of worry on Aunt An's plump face became even more serious, and she advised: "Shao Shao, that's a bold and indulgent person! How could you go over to see him!"

Isn't that meat buns beating dogs, never returning?

Zhu Baishao hugged Aunt An's arm sideways, shook it gently twice, and whispered: "Aunt An, can you still not understand me? Can I put myself in danger?"

Aunt An pondered for a moment, and based on her understanding of Zhu Baishao, she really would not do such a risky thing, so she nodded, but still added: "I will go with you then, that kind of tiger and wolf den, I don’t trust you to go there by yourself…”

"Ding"

The elevator goes to the top floor.

This time it was Zhu Baishao who took Aunt An out of the elevator.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

She agreed verbally, but in her heart she decided to find something to do that day to trip up Aunt An and prevent her from taking risks.

After comforting Aunt An, she dealt with things in the nightclub before returning to the room.

Zhu Baishao then remembered that he hadn't replied to Meng Jiu'an yet, so he took out his cell phone.

There are unread messages and missed calls.

Meng: Are you finished with your work? I'll pick you up when I'm done.

Meng: Have you gotten off the plane? I'll go to Guangcheng to find you tomorrow.

Looking at the time, I saw that she had sent it while she was on the plane.

Zhu Baishao leaned back on the sofa and replied quickly: I just got home and am a little tired.

As soon as he sent it, Meng Jiuan called. Zhu Baishao refused, and then called WeChat to video call.

Meng Jiuan was connected immediately.

"Shao Shao..."

Meng Jiuan's face was hidden in the slightly darker light, and it was unclear. Only a pair of calm eyes were looking at Zhu Baishao on the screen with some tenderness.

Zhu Baishao looked at the dim light on the other side of the video and wondered, "Where are you? The light is too dark."

Meng Jiuan is now in the car, heading to his uncle's mansion.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and immediately looked at Zhao Lei who was driving. Zhao Lei had been paying attention to his movements. When he saw it in the rearview mirror of the car, he immediately turned on the interior lights.

The picture suddenly became clear.

Zhu Baishao was half-lying on the sofa, her hair slightly messy but with a lazy beauty, looking at the exceptionally handsome Meng Jiuan on the screen with her charming eyes.

There seemed to be hooks in his eyes, trapping Meng Jiuan to death.

He just felt that the fire that she had aroused before was burning faintly in his body and getting stronger.

Meng Jiuan cleared his throat, broke the silence, and asked, "Are you done with your work? Do you need my help?"

The voice was still somewhat hoarse.

Zhu Baishao smiled, "It's just some common bumps and bruises in nightclubs... I don't have that many important things. As for helping, I can't ask you to come over and help every time, right?"

Meng Jiuan's face had long lost the indifference he had when they first met. His eyes were sincere and his tone was serious: "I am willing, no matter how many times I am willing."

Zhu Baishao had a smile on her face and a caring tone, "What? Ah Jiu also wants to draw a pie for me? If I need your help in everything, then I will become a waste. I will rely on you everywhere in the future, but I won't let you go." So annoying..."

She was joking, but Meng Jiuan took it seriously, with a serious look on his face: "I can make a pre-marital gift of my existing property, or have it notarized, and we sign a property agreement to transfer all my existing assets. As joint property of husband and wife... I can support you for a lifetime."

There is a saying that money cannot measure everything, but it can make you see everything clearly, and when talking about money, you can see a man clearly.

A man who is willing to spend money on you may not necessarily love you, and a man who is unwilling to spend money on you must not love you.

Zhu Baishao looked at the screen with a smile and asked, "Are you proposing to me?"