Boss, stay!

Finally forced out tears, Meng Si'en rested his head on his knees, letting the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes disappear invisible along the fabric of his knees.

He also knew that this was somewhat against ethics and unreasonable, and it was not as indifferent as it pretended to be.

"Sometimes I don't understand my brother, he's a bad guy."

Meng Si'en complained to Boss Ji: "He is the kind of bad guy who would flatter and kill others, and that's how he treats me."

Ah, praise and kill, then there is no need to be beaten for him, and his head is bleeding.

"No, it's not flattery, he's hanging on to me." Meng Sien corrected: "If he treats me particularly badly, I can definitely get rid of him!" Meng Sien finally couldn't restrain himself when he said this. All the tears fell, and he couldn't wipe them away.

"I watched a movie, and there was a sentence in it that said 'youaretoomuchforme, iwishiknewhowtoquityou', and I did the same to Meng Siqing! If only he hadn't defended me that day, he hadn't been beaten for me, and it would be better if he put all the blame on me On the head, call me pervert, call me disgusting, call me... that's fine."

He is so desperate.

But Meng Siqing was not, he did the opposite, and even was admitted to the hospital, but he didn't see him, so he still sent a message from sister Qi to coax Meng Zhao to calm down.

Ji Kangcheng sighed: "Young man, you..." He was at a loss for words.

According to what Elder Meng revealed last time, Meng Siqing has been with Meng Sien longer than his father. Although they are only eight years apart, Meng Siqing has a deep affection for his brother.

Ah, Ji Kangcheng suddenly became vigilant, because as the saying goes, after years of baptism and precipitation, love will eventually become a family relationship between two people.

Is this transformation one-way?

But speaking of it, they have no relatives and no reason, and there is no such thing as blood is thicker than water, but is blood thicker than water reliable?For example, Ji Shan treats him only mediocrely.

In this situation, Ji Kangcheng couldn't even say a good word in front of Mr. Meng. To this poor sunflower Meng Si'en, he had enough energy to spare.

Ji Kangcheng persuaded him: "No, go home early, or go and see your brother, you should first find out what your brother thinks, and then look at how to deal with this matter."

Meng Si'en leaned on the sofa: "I don't have to ask what my brother thinks, of course he won't agree to me, that person..." He couldn't complain, after all, he was praised by a family of three and sister Qi since he was born. It hurts in the palm of the hand, unable to understand Meng Siqing's worry, and finally said sullenly: "He won't do anything that makes my father angry."

"Then learn from your brother." Ji Kangcheng walked upstairs: "It's not easy for old people."

Meng Sien lowered his head, and he could see that it was not easy for him.

It's better to go to Meng's old room and talk to Meng Si'en, but just look at this lonely and frustrated old man.

Mr. Meng was tidying up the room, and Boss Ji was busy taking the rag for wiping the table: "Just ask the people from the housekeeping department to do it, and it will be cleaned regularly." Why did the co-authors still manage this place as their home, and they all took it upon themselves Here comes the hand.

Meng Zhao stepped aside: "Idle is idle."

Ji Kangcheng wiped the table for him. He didn't work hard at home, but he was an all-around talent in the B&B. He could also clean up a set of knowledge by cleaning the toilet. He picked up the cups and books on the table and wiped them all the way to a photo frame. It's a picture of a woman, and it's a little dated.

There is only half a side face, it is on a road, her hair is pulled up at the back, she wears a white blouse, and flower vines from other people's yards pop out from the roadside wall. She is grabbing the flower vines and turning her face with a smile. Something to say to the person taking the photo.

It is a snapshot, with the right timing, the right light, and the right focus, which freezes a person's innocence and beauty.

"This is..." When he was looking at the photo, Meng Lao walked over and also looked at the photo. When he heard the question, he took the photo album from Ji Kangcheng's hand: "This is Si En's mother."

Thinking about it, Ji Kangcheng seemed to say that Meng Zhao's wife died young, and he never remarried, and lived with his two sons by himself.

"She passed away due to illness. At that time, Sien was only half a child. She cried for her mother, cried and couldn't get up during the day, and cried and couldn't sleep at night... I was also upset, and I couldn't cry with the child. , Regardless of him, let sister Qi coax him, but sister Qi can't coax him."

Meng Zhao couldn't go on talking, but just remembered the time at that time.

Only by working, endless work, to fill up his time, can he not be overwhelmed by the pain of losing his wife--wife losing in middle age is a great tragedy in life!

When I got home, I realized that Si En had recovered from the hysteria. Seeing him coming back, he ran over with short legs and softly called Dad.

Si En's eyes were like her mother's. He hugged Si En and teased him, and then saw Si Qing coming out of the kitchen with her head down, holding a feeding bottle in her arms. When she saw him, she raised her eyelids and called her Dad.

Siqing is only in her teens, and she already looks like a little adult. According to sister Qi's report, Sien would not drink the milk powder that sister Qi made. What my sister said didn't count, and Siqing had to read every sentence from the storybook. When she woke him up in the morning, she didn't want Siqing to pull him out of the bed so that he wouldn't cry.

He is at home at night, and Sien wants to sleep with him, but he must bring his brother.

It was only then that Meng Zhao believed Sister Qi's words that Siqing had "cured" Si'en.

At that time, he was lying on the side, watching Siqing read the stories in the storybook to Si En under the lamp, and he had to hand over the words he didn't know to ask him. Qing became half a mother.

In an immature and submissive way, he moistened things silently and pulled Sien out of the swamp where he lost his mother.

A series of memories were involved, Sien would not tell him if he was wronged at school, he would file a complaint with Siqing first, and only after Siqing beat him up and the teacher called the parents could he get a clue.

Sien couldn't do his homework, it was Siqing who gave him lectures and sports, it was Siqing who took him to play football, he grew up and developed, he was ashamed to let Sister Qi do the laundry, it was Siqing who covered him up... …

Is it because of this?precisely because of this?

Meng Zhao frowned and came back to his senses. His dead wife was miniature printed on a photo, smiling like a flower, looking at him with eyes that made him feel guilty.

"Mrs. Meng is very temperamental." Ji Kangcheng admired.

Meng Zhao smiled: "She..." Suddenly turned around: "I recently met a person who looks a bit like her, the kind who is full of poetic and literary spirit, if she hadn't left, she should be like that person Already!" Infinite nostalgia.

Ji Kangcheng went on with the words: "My mother is full of poetic spirit, but she is a bit stupid." But when he said it, he was infinitely grateful: "She didn't hit me when I came out, my boy My friend's father came to the house, and she was still protecting us..."

The purpose of saying this was obvious, and Ji Kangcheng simply said frankly: "Mr. Meng, Si En has been waiting for you in the hall for a whole day! It's not that he asked me to talk about it, I just saw him drooping, a little pitiful .”