Mr. Dong Guo

"Xiao Bei, you must grow taller, and don't be shorter than me."

The two were lying on the bed doing nothing, Guo Qiyu patted Meng Xiaoyan's hand holding her, almost dying of worry.

Meng Xiaoyan glanced at him, "You're not short either."

The height of 173 is indeed not short, but it is always very embarrassing. I want to go five centimeters higher, but I have passed the age of growing tall.

Then, unconsciously, I want to let the children do my regrets.

Meng Xiaoyan patted him, "Don't worry, I guarantee that I will grow to over 180."

Guo Qiyu thinks it is feasible. Mr. Meng is tall and Mrs. Meng is not short, but he still said: "Although your family has good genes, you should not be careless. You must eat what you should eat, and you can't be picky eaters."

Meng Xiaoyan gave a soft "hmm".

It was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the two of them were getting sleepy, chatting meaninglessly intermittently.

Guo Qiyu's voice gradually lowered, and finally became audible.

Meng Xiaoyan turned over, and Guo Qiyu also hugged him tightly, for fear that he would roll down or hit the wall, this is a habit formed in the small private room before.

The single bed was too small, and they didn't have the money to replace it with a new one, so they could only hug each other tightly every night. At that time, Meng Xiaoyan was small, and Guo Qiyu held him in his arms like a pillow.

Later, it became a habit, and Guo Qiyu consciously wanted to get rid of it, but was always interrupted by Meng Xiaoyan, and this habit is still maintained until now.

Guo Qiyu fell asleep and didn't know it, but Meng Xiaoyan hugged him in his arms, sleeping peacefully.

The next day, because Guo Qiyu was going to take the train back to City W in the afternoon, neither of them went out, and walked around the hotel for a while.

"Young master, Madam asked me to pick you and Mr. Guo back."

Lao Zhang suddenly appeared and said respectfully.

Meng Xiaoyan still wanted to refuse, but Guo Qiyu waved his hand, "Let's go and see each other, come to City A, it's not good to just leave like this."

It was just noon when I returned to Meng's house.

Mrs. Meng cooked a few dishes herself, and when she saw the two men coming, she quickly asked them to sit down.

Mr. Meng also rushed back from the company and asked a few questions about Guo Qiyu's recent situation.

Several people at the dinner table exchanged pleasantries, mostly Mr. Meng talking and Mrs. Meng talking.

Mr. Meng picked up the goblet at hand and said to Guo Qiyu: "Mr. Guo, I didn't have time to formally thank you last time, sorry."

"No, nothing." Guo Qiyu hurriedly picked up the goblet.

"Thank you very much for your help and love for Xiao Xiao. In the future, if you are useful to me, Meng, please speak up and do your best to help." Mr. Meng said these words very politely.

Guo Qiyu lowered his eyes, and said hesitantly, "Actually, I really want Mr. Meng to promise me something."

Madam Meng's complexion changed, and she glanced at Mr. Meng uneasily.

"Mr. Guo is a scholar, he is reasonable and reasonable, so he will not embarrass Meng," Mr. Meng said with a smile, "Please tell me, Mr. Guo."

Guo Qiyu was suddenly put on such a high hat, but it was hard to say anything, and he was about to shake his head.

But Meng Xiaoyan held him down. He heard the child say to Mr. Meng: "I want to visit him occasionally, and he thinks so too."

Guo Qiyu was taken aback for a moment, wondering how the child could guess what he was thinking.

He really wanted to say that. After this time, he finally felt that since the child's departure was inevitable, he also wanted to do his best to make the distance between himself and the child not seem so far away.

He adopted a child, and the affection Guo Qiyu put into him was beyond his imagination.

When we really parted, all this feeling turned into a heart-wrenching tearing feeling that rolled over, forcing him to say what he said today.

He knew that he was reluctant to part with the child, but he had never been so afraid of the child's departure and had a dark future as he was at this moment.

"That's right," Guo Qiyu nodded, and said to Mr. Meng: "Mr. Meng, I know this request may be too much for you, but I really hate Xiaobei..."

"Since you know it's too much, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Meng's voice suddenly became sharp, "If you don't want to part with Xiao Xiao, do you think we are too?"

"Xiao Xiao was originally our child. How many years have you raised him? Is it as hard as my pregnancy in October?" Mrs. Meng was aggressive, "You see Xiao Xiao still has feelings for you, so you just use it? You Instigate him to hurt our feelings?"

Mr. Meng did not interrupt Mrs. Meng this time. It seemed that he was on the side of Mrs. Meng, but he still carefully comforted Mrs. Meng, fearing that she would have a nervous breakdown.

Concerned about Mrs. Meng's concern about gains and losses and serious suspicion, Meng Xiaoyan stood up and pushed the bowl, "If there is no Guo Qiyu, your October pregnancy is just for me to suffer the malice and cruelty from this society for no reason. I would rather not have you October was hard."

Mrs. Meng was stunned, "Xiao Xiao, it was your mother who gave you life!"

Meng Xiaoyan took Guo Qiyu's hand, "I wish you didn't."

"Xiao Xiao!" Mr. Meng was a little angry, with a serious tone.

Meng Xiaoyan's expression remained unchanged, "But Guo Qiyu asked me to show my love to you in return and to be grateful. I thank you for giving me life and not giving up on me for so many years, but if it wasn't for Guo Qiyu, what you gave would be empty talk."

Mrs. Meng stopped crying and looked at Meng Xiaoyan, but the 13-year-old child now had a serious expression like a middle-aged man who knew his destiny, "I will not give up on Guo Qiyu, if I had to choose, I would instigate him to take I'm far away."

The people present were all taken aback when they heard this, Guo Qiyu hurriedly said: "Xiao Bei, don't talk nonsense."

Meng Xiaoyan ignored him at all.

Mrs. Meng was already stunned, unable to speak. Mr. Meng glanced at his wife and sighed slightly, "I just asked you to come back for a meal, why make it like this?"

"I understand Mr. Guo's difficulties," he paused, "I hope Mr. Guo can understand us."

Guo Qiyu lowered his head and said nothing, he didn't know how to understand them...

But Mr. Meng quickly changed his tone, "I can ask Xiao Xiao to visit you when he is free, or you can visit him. I hope this will show our sincerity in thanking you."

Mr. Meng suddenly let go, which surprised Mrs. Meng, "Shi Tao, that's our Xiao Xiao!"

Mr. Meng patted his wife's trembling shoulder, "This way everyone will be happy, don't worry, Xiao Xiao will not leave you."

Mrs. Meng's eyes suddenly became blank, "You won't leave me?"

"Yes, you won't lose Xiao Xiao." Mr. Meng comforted.

Meng Xiaoyan and Guo Qiyu looked at each other, Mrs. Meng's spirit has not been very good, almost fell ill today, Guo Qiyu felt very guilty.

But Meng Xiaoyan kept holding his hand tightly, making him stand firmly in place and never flinch.

If he regresses, he will only get more and more aggressive from the Meng family.

Mrs. Meng wished that they would cut off all contact. It would be great if it could be settled with money, but Guo Qiyu clearly rejected her.

She looked at Meng Xiaoyan and stretched out her hand to him, her tearful eyes full of anticipation.

Meng Xiaoyan stood still with a cold face, and firmly held Guo Qiyu's hand.

Mrs. Meng's face became more and more difficult to look at, and her eyes flickered.

Guo Qiyu gritted his teeth, broke free from Meng Xiaoyan's hand, and pushed him forward.

Meng Xiaoyan looked back at him with some surprise, but walked towards Madam Meng without saying anything.

Seeing the corners of Mrs. Meng's slightly raised lips, he leaned down and hugged Mrs. Meng in a rare way. Feeling Mrs. Meng's trembling hug back, he whispered in her ear, "The premise that I won't disappear is that he It can't disappear, I hope you can remember, Mom."

Mrs. Meng's hand hangs down weakly, looking at her son, who is unfamiliar and not close.

Meng Xiaoyan walked back to Guo Qiyu, "Father, if it's okay, I'll take him to the train station first."

Guo Qiyu looked back worriedly.

Seeing that Mr. Meng was comforting the unstable Mrs. Meng in a low voice, the two sat in the huge dining room, looking lonely from behind.

Sitting in the car, Guo Qiyu couldn't help but said: "Xiaobei, you are not like this usually."

Domineering, merciless.

"They went too far." Meng Xiaoyan said coldly.

Lao Zhang, who was driving in front, trembled.

"Mrs. Meng did this because she was mentally ill. You stimulate her even more by doing this. The worse she is, the less likely she will want you to come." Guo Qiyu analyzed clearly.

"I'm used to it."

"What?" Guo Qiyu didn't hear clearly.

Meng Xiaoyan said: "I said it's just a habit! I'm so used to it now that I have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth..."

"Xiaobei!" Guo Qiyu was a little angry, "She is your mother."

"To me, it's just a stranger." Meng Xiaoyan folded his arms.

"At least this stranger has some blood relationship with you," Guo Qiyu said, "I don't even have blood relationship with you, so what?"

"You saved me..."

"Mrs. Meng gave birth to you!"

Meng Xiaoyan stopped talking, turned his head and looked out the car window, his dark eyes were dim.

Guo Qiyu put his arm around his shoulder, "Little kid, you don't understand anything, you don't know how good it is to have a mother."

"All I need is you." Meng Xiaoyan whispered after a moment of silence.

Guo Qiyu smiled, "Being filial to your parents is a matter of course. Guo Xiaobei can only have me, but Meng Xiaoyan is responsible to his parents."

Meng Xiaoyan remained silent for a long time.