Mr. Dong Guo

Meng Xiaoyan never thought that one day he would be in such a mess.

On the second day after returning to Meng's old house, he was forced to take him to the airport.

None of the adults from the Meng family showed up.

"what happened?"

He asked, but the bodyguard remained silent throughout.

When he was about to board the plane, the bodyguard handed over a phone, "Mr. Meng's phone."

Meng Xiaoyan didn't speak, Mr. Meng was a little angry on the other end of the phone, "You go to country K well, don't come out with any other moths."

"What did you do?" Meng Xiaoyan asked.

The other side sighed, and said with a bit of resentment: "It's the old man, I reminded you not to be too public."

Meng Xiaoyan's heart sank.

"Where's Guo Qiyu?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

When he was ready to register, the bodyguard took Meng Xiaoyan to the toilet and took off the handcuffs.

"Meng Shao, don't make things difficult for us." After taking off the handcuffs, the bodyguard said sincerely to Meng Xiaoyan.

Meng Xiaoyan let out a dispensable "hmm".

Then he quickly made a move and punched him. The bodyguard groaned, but before he could react, Meng Xiaoyan had already rushed to the door, and two more people saw that something was wrong and came to stop him.

Meng Xiaoyan turned around and ran away.

He used to come to the airport almost once a week to take a plane to W City, he was very familiar with it.

After turning left and right, he ran out.

It happened that a large group of tourists followed the tour guide and came in from outside the door, and the bodyguards who caught up were blocked in the door by the flow of people. They watched Mengmeng Xiaoyan take a taxi and walk away.

When they arrived at their home, Meng Xiaoyan already had a very bad premonition in his heart.

He pushed open the door, and there seemed to be nothing missing in the room, as usual, even the cake that Guo Qiyu put on the table after taking a bite was still there.

He called Guo Qiyu's phone, but the bell rang inside the house.

He looked around, Guo Qiyu didn't take much, but Xiao Chengen took some.

Mr. Meng did a great job. First, he secretly transferred Guo Qiyu's certificate, and then transferred the tiger away from the mountain, taking Guo Qiyu away.

Meng Xiaoyan gave a sudden pause, but how could Mr. Meng know where Guo Qiyu's things were?

Meng Xiaoyan pursed his lips tightly, and soon the people outside the room were surrounded by people brought by Meng Shitao.

Mr. Meng walked in, raised the crutch in his hand, and slammed Meng Xiaoyan hard, causing him to groan.

"You kid sees that I am getting old, so you fling the face of the Meng family like this?" Mr. Meng scolded angrily.

"No grandson." Meng Xiaoyan lowered his head, feeling the burning pain from the place where he was hit by a cane, "Where did grandpa take him?"

"You still ask!" Mr. Meng hit him again with a stick, mercilessly. Meng Xiaoyan pursed his lips and knelt down.

"I thought you had suffered all these years outside, and I didn't want to bind you with the rules of the old Meng's house. You are better." Mr. Meng pointed to the warmly decorated houses around him, "I made this place for the golden house. Cangjiao?!"

"Shameless evil, that is your adoptive father, you are, this is incest!"

Mr. Meng blushed with anger.

Meng Xiaoyan stiffened his neck, and said abruptly: "Guo Qiyu is at most my brother, not my relative, incest? You are serious."

"Bastard!"

Mr. Meng raised his hand and hit Meng Xiaoyan with a stick again.

In the end, Mr. Meng sat on the sofa, took deep breaths, and calmed down slowly, "Boy Meng, come, let's have a good chat."

Meng Xiaoyan stood up, but did not move, "Where is he?"

Mr. Meng raised his eyes, "Is this your attitude towards the old man?"

Meng Xiaoyan was a little annoyed.

Seeing his appearance, Mr. Meng snorted coldly, and ordered the bodyguards, "Since Young Master Meng doesn't want to talk, then take him directly to the airport."

There were so many people this time, Meng Xiaoyan was completely subdued within a short while.

Seeing that he still refused to calm down, and the bodyguards were struggling too hard, Mr. Meng tapped him on the back with his cane, "Want to know where Guo Qiyu is?"

Meng Xiaoyan didn't move.

Mr. Meng waved his hand and told all the bodyguards to leave the door, and then closed the door.

"When did you think that way about him?" Mr. Meng asked.

Meng Xiaoyan probably didn't expect Mr. Meng to ask these questions as soon as he opened his mouth. He froze for a moment, then turned his head, "It's very early."

Mr. Meng touched the ground with his cane, "If you want to know where he is, yes!"

"However," Mr. Meng stretched out a finger, "There is one condition."

"I'm not going abroad."

"It's up to you."

Meng Xiaoyan stared at Mr. Meng, but did not speak.

"I know, you didn't welcome the Meng family from the beginning, and you never saw yourself as the Meng family," Mr. Meng said, "But, you have to know, what you have now is given to you by the Meng family, and you haven't grown any wings." Hard, just want to fly?"

"I'm not afraid to break myself!" Mr. Meng sneered.

"You are going to stay in country K for a few years now to see the world. This is what you should do, but it was two years earlier," Mr. Meng said, "When you come back in a few years, I will tell you where Guo Qiyu is." .”

Meng Xiaoyan stared at him for a while, then uttered a few words, "I don't believe it."

Mr. Meng smiled and said mockingly: "I only told you now as a grandson of Meng's parents. Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

"Believe it or not, you won't see Guo Qiyu anyway," Mr. Meng turned around and walked out the door, "You are going now, maybe you will have a chance to meet in the future, if you are like waving If your little wings fly away, you may lose even this chance."

"Think about it for yourself."

Mr. Meng walked to the door, "Have you thought about it?"

Meng Xiaoyan pursed his lips tightly and did not speak. He knew that Mr. Meng was threatening him, but he could only stand still and think about the possibility of the threat, and finally gave in.

This made him feel very unwilling.

"It seems that I have made up my mind," Mr. Meng opened the door, and took the air ticket handed over by the bodyguard. "You were late for the class just now, so you should pay attention to the time for this class."

After finishing speaking, he put the ticket on the shoe cabinet at the entrance, turned and left.

After standing for a while, the bodyguard came over, "Meng Shao, it's time to go, otherwise..."

Meng Xiaoyan turned around and went back to the house. When he came out, he was holding a bag in his hand. When he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something.

Walking to the table, he picked up Guo Qiyu, took a bite of the cake that was placed there, and stuffed it all into his mouth.

The cake is very fluffy, and it was Meng Xiaoyan who went to the East District to buy it. Not only Guo Qiyu likes it, but even Xiao Chengen can eat a little, so Meng Xiaoyan also likes to buy it.

Walking downstairs, Mr. Meng had already left.

Standing downstairs were his biological parents.

Meng Shitao looked at Meng Xiaoyan with an apologetic face, "Xiao Xiao, you did this wrong."

Mrs. Meng stepped forward, wanting to hug her son who was about to leave, but Meng Xiaoyan avoided him calmly.

Mrs. Meng was taken aback, and then knew that it was Meng Xiaoyan who was blaming her for telling Mr. Meng about this.

She suddenly felt a little unstable, "Xiao Xiao, how can you blame your mother? Do you want your mother to watch you rely on a man?"

"Since Guo Qiyu came to City A, when have you ever returned home, do you still consider yourself our son?"

Seeing that Mrs. Meng was in a bad mood, Mr. Meng hurriedly called someone over and helped Mrs. Meng to the car to rest.

Then he turned around and said to the indifferent Meng Xiaoyan: "Xiao Xiao, your performance made me mistake you for a mature child, and now I realize how wrong I was."

Meng Xiaoyan's expression moved slightly.

Mr. Meng sighed, and said, "Let's not talk about whether you consider yourself our son, just talk about Mr. Guo."

Hearing him mention Guo Qiyu, Meng Xiaoyan raised his eyes and looked at Meng Shitao squarely.

Mr. Meng said, "You forced him..."

"I didn't." Meng Xiaoyan immediately retorted.

"is it?"

Mr. Meng said, "Is this your love?"

"Selfish, childish."

"What did you say?" Meng Xiaoyan seemed to be ignited all of a sudden, he was no longer calm and calm, his whole body was blown up, defending his love like a cat defending a fish.

The corners of Mr. Meng's lips curled up, and his face, which was eighty percent similar to Meng Xiaoyan's, suddenly showed a hint of mockery, "You know very well, without Mr. Guo's help, how could his departure be so smooth?"

"Xiao Xiao, you are my son, the eldest son and grandson of my Meng family. I don't want you to be wronged," Mr. Meng said, "But this time, your reckless behavior is too much. Go abroad and reflect on yourself for a few years. Come back again."

"Don't blame your mother, the old man is neither deaf nor blind, how capable do you think you are?"

Mr. Meng left this sentence, got into the car, and left.

Mrs. Meng seemed to want to come down and say something, but she was also persuaded by Mr. Meng, wiping her tears and not forcing it.

Meng Xiaoyan stood alone on the spot, raised his head, and looked at it for a while, but he couldn't see where his and Guo Qiyu's houses were.