Mr. Dong Guo

Meng Xiaoyan stood up abruptly.

The clever servant had already handed over the towel, Guo Qiyu took it, and whispered thank you.

Meng Xiaoyan lowered his eyes, walked over a few steps, held Guo Qiyu's cold hand, "Go upstairs."

After passing the sofa, Mrs. Meng handed over the brocade box, looked at the child, and said softly, "Xiao Xiao, don't forget this!"

Meng Xiaoyan paused, took it over, and glanced at Guo Qiyu again. The wet man lowered his eyes, as if he didn't care what it was at all.

Back in the room, Meng Xiaoyan asked Guo Qiyu to take a bath, and took out a set of pajamas that the servants had already prepared in the closet, very comfortable silk material, silver-gray, with a touch of luxury.

Meng Xiaoyan thought for a while, turned around, and found a T-shirt and shorts from Guo Qiyu's shabby luggage bag in the corner. Guo Qiyu was worn out and couldn't wear them anymore, so they were used as pajamas.

"Must make the best use of everything!"

Meng Xiaoyan still remembers Guo Qiyu taking out a very thin T-shirt pajamas from the closet after accidentally hanging them up, and the smug tone when he said this.

It seems that I really saved a lot of money.

Meng Xiaoyan caressed the soft cotton material, suddenly resented why he was only 12 years old?

Either give him the happiness that a 12-year-old should really have, or don't let him experience so many things, but he doesn't have a corresponding age to bear such a mind and experience.

At the age of 12, everyone treats you as a child. No matter what you want to do, it seems childish and difficult.

Meng Xiaoyan walked over, pushed the door open and entered directly from the outside.

Guo Qiyu was standing there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"dad……"

He shouted.

Guo Qiyu suddenly came back to his senses, looked at him, and rubbed his hands unconsciously, as if emphasizing that he was taking a bath.

"What? Xiao Bei?"

Meng Xiaoyan followed his hands with his eyes, and said, "I put the pajamas here." He put the pajamas aside, and then asked, "Dad, where did you go today?"

Guo Qiyu smiled uncomfortably, "I'll tell you later, Xiao Bei, wait until I finish taking a shower, okay?"

Meng Xiaoyan was silent for a while, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

There was a sound of splashing water in the bathroom, Meng Xiaoyan knocked on the door again, regardless of whether the people inside could hear it or not, his voice was very low, "Dad, are you angry with me?"

"...No, Xiaobei, let me take a bath first." A helpless voice came from inside for a long time.

Meng Xiaoyan turned around, walked to the sofa in front of the bed and sat quietly. He knew that Guo Qiyu was sad, and he had to take some precautions before making him sad. He felt that there might be room for discussion on this matter.

This regret medicine is medicine, not poison.

But Meng Xiaoyan evasively forgot that the medicine was three-part poison.

Guo Qiyu just walked out of the bathroom door, as if he had already calculated and waited outside, he knocked on the door politely.

The servant's voice was very respectful, "Mr. Guo, the old man wants you to talk to him."

Guo Qiyu was stunned, and then said apologetically, "Sorry, can I change clothes?"

"No need, it's getting late."

Guo Qiyu looked at the old T-shirt on his body, a little shy, but still nodded, "Please lead the way."

Meng Xiaoyan walked to the door and pulled him back, his eyes burning like he was about to set him on fire, "Guo Qiyu"—this was the first time he called him by his name so formally, Guo Qiyu was taken aback when he heard it, "You are not allowed to leave me !"

A very bold sentence was uttered from the child's mouth, which was somewhat weak, but the seriousness in Meng Xiaoyan's eyes added a bit of courage to this sentence.

The servant at the side was stunned for a moment, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, but quickly took it back, and said to Meng Xiaoyan calmly: "Young master, Mr. Guo will come back as soon as he goes—"

"Shut up!" Meng Xiaoyan didn't turn his eyes, and his tone was a bit fierce.

Guo Qiyu was a little helpless, "Let's talk about it when we come back, Xiao Bei."

Meng Xiaoyan firmly grasped the hem of his clothes and refused to let go, showing that wolf-like gaze again.

Guo Qiyu looked at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and broke his fingers apart one by one.

Guo Qiyu's thin back quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Meng Xiaoyan stood at the door, motionless.

"Well, the old man will thank him first, then threaten him, and finally appease him." Meng Shiran walked over, seemingly gloating, "At the end, you will never see this person again."

Meng Xiaoyan didn't even look at his uncle, turned around and went back to the room, wanting to slam the door shut.

But Meng Shiran blocked him, walked in, looked around, and finally landed on Guo Qiyu's limp luggage in the corner.

"Do you want to know why?"

Of course Meng Xiaoyan would not answer him.

Meng Shiran was half lying on the sofa, watching Meng Xiaoyan squatting silently next to the luggage bag, and suddenly began to pack his luggage, nodded in praise, "Well, not bad, you have already packed his luggage in advance, and he can go straight away when he comes back, save Time to pack your bags."

Meng Xiaoyan's hands paused, and he suddenly lifted the luggage bag upside down, shaking crazily. The contents and clothes in the bag were scattered on the bed and on the carpet...

Meng Shiran smiled, "Well, maybe he didn't even know how to carry his luggage, so he was kicked out."

Seeing Meng Xiaoyan's movements paused again, Shi Shiran added, "Well, maybe I still have a check in my hand—"

"Get out!"

Meng Xiaoyan flicked the bag, and almost let out a low growl from his throat, as if an animal was threatening.

The instincts developed many years ago when we competed with wild cats and dogs for food and territory have not been stimulated for a long time.

He used to be afraid of the guttural sounds made by those wild cats and dogs, but he was so hungry that he wanted to gnaw his own flesh. After a bite, the pain woke him up. If the piece of flesh fell off, he could not be healed. Dead end.

So he learned how to make his guttural voice longer and more threatening, which was driven by instinct.

After meeting Guo Qiyu, this instinct was deeply hidden. Only when Guo Qiyu was not around, when he encountered stray cats and dogs downstairs, he would subconsciously growl to scare them away.

It has to be said that Meng Shiran angered him.

Meng Shiran was also taken aback. When his little nephew disappeared, he was still young and frivolous, had a big fight with the old man, and was driven abroad.

Speaking of which, he only met Meng Xiaoyan once when he was born, and hugged him during the full moon wine, and he has never seen this pink and jade-carved child that everyone praised.

When he heard that Meng Xiaoyan was miraculously found back, he still couldn't believe it. Later, when he saw the person, he thought in a daze, it seems that good and evil are not rewarded in this world, and the old man can actually pass on this incense... …

But soon he discovered that his little nephew seemed to be very dependent on his adoptive father. He had checked Guo Qiyu in private, and he was an ordinary person.

But what he also admired was that a college student from a third-rate university picked up this child and chose to adopt him by himself!

This kind of courage and responsibility, he never imagined that such a thin and timid young man would have it.

Meng Shiran curled his lips, looking at the vicious little nephew, feeling a little guilty, after all, he really came here with the intention of watching a good show.

"Get out!"

Meng Xiaoyan growled again.

Meng Shiran didn't intend to tease the misbehaving child anymore, shrugged, stood up indifferently, before going out, he turned his head and said indifferently, "You value him too much, more than the Meng family."

"Absolutely nothing is more important than the reputation of the Meng family. You'd better keep it in your heart, little brat."

Meng Shiran closed the door and walked slowly back to his room.

Meng Xiaoyan looked at the mess on the ground, knelt down, and slowly put them away.

The clothes smelled of cheap washing powder, faintly, Meng Xiaoyan took a deep breath, and buried his head in the pile of clothes greedily.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

It was very slight, but Meng Xiaoyan knew Guo Qiyu as soon as he heard it. He hurriedly threw all the clothes under the bed and kicked the luggage bag in, then stood up and looked towards the door.

The servant outside seemed to say something to Guo Qiyu, and Guo Qiyu replied "OK".

Guo Qiyu walked in, her eyes were red, but she didn't cry.

Meng Xiaoyan was very distressed. He had seen the strength and stubbornness of the old man of the Meng family just now, and Guo Qiyu was also wronged by the old man.

He decided to put aside the question of where Guo Qiyu went and what he did today. He walked over, and just as he reached out to hug Guo Qiyu, he saw Guo Qiyu look at the corner where he put his luggage, and then his eyes widened.

"Where's my stuff?"

Meng Xiaoyan panicked and stopped drafting, "I think those are too old, so throw them away."

"Throw it away?" Sure enough, Guo Qiyu looked like a rabbit who lost his carrot with his extremely heartbroken expression.

Meng Xiaoyan nodded, "Shall we go buy new ones tomorrow?"

Guo Qiyu was silent, sitting on the corner of the bed.

Meng Xiaoyan suddenly felt that the situation was not right, "You want to leave?"

Guo Qiyu didn't answer, but after thinking for a while, he said, "Xiao Bei, you still have to be polite in Meng's house, remember to drink plenty of water—"

"Where are you going?" Meng Xiaoyan interrupted him.

Guo Qiyu was taken aback, "Go back to City W."

"The old man let you go?"

"You, don't say that, I think it might be better..."

"fart!"

"Xiao Bei, don't swear..."

"Fart! Fart! Fucking fart!" Meng Xiaoyan said several times in succession, but when he saw Guo Qiyu's complexion turned pale, he stopped abruptly. He said to Guo Qiyu, "Wait, I'll go find that old man!"

If Meng Xiaoyan was given another choice, he would never leave Guo Qiyu for half a step that night.

Walking to the door of old man Meng, all he got was that the old man had already fallen asleep, and he refused to see him no matter what.

Meng Xiaoyan heard the sound of the car horn again.

When I rushed out, I didn't even get the exhaust of the car.

He stood there for a long time, and it seemed that the Meng family, including his biological parents, were not allowed to come out under the old man's strict order.

After a long time, he walked back slowly with numb legs.

Back in the room, the brocade box was still thrown on the bed by herself.

He opened it and took a look. It was a piece of jade pendant, and it looked very good. What Mr. Meng sold must not be a defective product.

Meng Xiaoyan held the brocade box tightly.

He silently recited the words he kept admonishing himself over and over during the four to ten minutes of long kneeling.

You have to remember that you only have Guo Qiyu, only Guo Xiaobei.

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