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Meng Liangren looked at Yang Ning, then patted Meng Jun's head and said, "It's okay, this is not a bad guy."

So the driver opened the door, and he took Meng Jun to sit in. Fang Hongjian stepped aside and watched him take Meng Jun's hand and sit up.

The car drove to the pedestrian street of Changchun Garden and stopped in front of a multi-level restaurant.

The sun was scorching hot outside, but there were only a few people in the restaurant. Some guests who wanted to come in to enjoy the cool and rest were discouraged by the expensive dishes.

The waiter with a small bow tie on his collar led them to the private seat on the second floor, where the perspective is quite good, through the scent-soaked bamboo curtain, one can overlook the prosperity of the entire long street.

Meng Jun looked at the bread soup served, not knowing what to do with it.

Meng Liangren said, "Look at me." He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, then tore a piece of bread, dipped it in the soup, and put it in his mouth.

Fang Hung-chien watched him move, and suddenly felt familiar, as if a long time ago, there was also a woman who didn't like to smile very much, sitting opposite him, tearing a circle of bread with precise gestures, dipping it in the soup and eating it.

However, the woman's face has long been blurred, the Fang family's eldest son has always been unrestrained, and the handsome men and women around him are like crucian carp crossing the river, how could he remember the dewy marriage more than ten years ago.

Except this kid.

Meng Jun pulled the corner of Mengliang's clothes and said, "Little Uncle, I want to eat yours."

Meng Liang said: "Aren't yours the same as mine?"

Meng Jun pointed to the diced fruit inlaid on Meng Liangren's bread and said, "I want to eat pineapple."

There are so many things to do with little brats.

Meng Liangren tore a piece of diced fruit and fed it into his mouth: "Is it delicious?"

Meng Jun's cheeks bulged, and he said vaguely: "Good time."

Fang Hongjian chuckled, Meng Jun took advantage of Meng Liang's inattention, chewed the bread, and stared at him vigilantly, not as timid as before, it was clearly the little boy baring his teeth to protect the food.

As soon as the meal was finished, Meng Jun threw himself into Meng Liangren's arms and said, "Little uncle, I want to go home."

Meng Liangren supported him with both hands, and Fang Hung-chien said, "Mr. Fang, then we will go back first. The food is delicious, thank you."

Fang Hongjian nodded, got up and smiled, "I'll see you off, let's go."

Watching the uncle and nephew getting out of the car, ringing the doorbell, they were welcomed in by the servants of the Meng family.Sitting in the car, Fang Hongjian asked the driver, "Are those people caught?"

The driver replied: "I got it. It's locked in the warehouse in the south of the city."

A mobile phone rang in the car, the driver picked it up, looked at it, handed it over and said, "Mr. Meng is calling."

The small single room in the warehouse in the south of the city is poorly furnished, but it has been wiped clean at this time, and tea trays and tea sets are also placed.

A few people begging for mercy came from the warehouse outside. Fang Hongjian took a look and said, "The people in the small gang don't talk too much and know little, but they can still dig out something by following the clues."

The smell of tea was lingering in the room, Meng Zhe said, "Mr. Lao Fang is here."

"You also know what I'm doing, right?

Meng Zhe said flatly, "It's about family members, so I'm sorry I can't say more."

Fang Hongjian laughed and said, "Is it your family, or mine?" He threw a paternity test on the table.

Meng Zhe finally showed anger on his face: "Fang Hongjian, the privacy of my family is not for you to pry casually."

"If you can't spy on me, I will spy on you too." Fang Hongjian crossed his legs, and his expression was a little smug, "Fortunately, I paid attention at the time, otherwise when will I know that Boss Meng raised such a cute baby for me?" son."

Coming out of the warehouse, the driver clearly felt that his boss was in a very happy mood.

Fang Hongjian leaned on the back seat, waited for the car to start for a while, and suddenly said, "What do you think 15-year-old boys like?"

"...a sports car, or a gun? But Mr. Meng won't accept it without Mr. Meng's permission."

"That's right." Fang Hongjian opened his hand, the lines were fine and well maintained, and there was a thin callus on the tiger's mouth, which was left over from holding the gun all year round. "Meng Zhe raised him like a kitten. I'm afraid it will take some effort to catch him and put him next to me."

While eating dinner, Meng Liangren noticed something was wrong with his eldest brother.

The seat didn't change, his expression and demeanor didn't change, he even brought food to Meng Jun and answered Meng Xuan's chattering questions as usual.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Meng Xuan said, "Junjun, what did you go out to play today?"

Meng Jun thought for a while and said, "We saw a giraffe...and a wooden horse, and Uncle Fang invited us to lunch."

"Uncle Fang?" Meng Xuan's meticulously drawn eyebrows raised, "It can't be Fang Hongjian."

The old housekeeper coughed: "Miss, Mr. Fang is a generation older than you, so you can't call people by their names directly."

Meng Xuan curled his lips and lowered his head to eat.

A week later, the results of the senior high school entrance examination were released, and Cong Rong's name was firmly at the top of the school list, and the third in the urban area, which fell through the teachers' glasses. After all, there were many seeded candidates before the exam, and no one thought that he would win the top spot. .

For a while, several admissions offices called, posting various conditions, free board and lodging bonuses, and their mouths were worn out.

Meng Liangren held the apple that Cong Rong had peeled and asked him, "Did Cheng Jing call?"

Cong Rong shook his head and said, "I can't agree even if I hit you."

"do you want to go?"

The boy smiled and said, "I haven't thought about it."

Meng Liangren thought for a while and said, "Forget it, it's good to stay in No. [-] Middle School, but if you go to Cheng Jing, the little girl's hands won't even touch her."

Cong Rong couldn't laugh or cry.

Meng Liangren thought that he would be promoted to the senior high school of the No. [-] Middle School as smoothly as in his previous life.

However, at this moment, in Meng Zhe's study, he flipped through the files in front of him. These were the resumes of the three men. The same thing was that they were all "involved in kidnapping and extortion cases many times."

Meng Zhe said: "On June [-]st, these three people followed you all the way, from the zoo to the car, until they were caught by Mr. Fang's men."

Meng Liangren closed the folder and placed it gently on the desk: "So he saved me again?"

Meng Zhe was silent for a while, and said: "I discussed it with Mr. Fang. The Fang family is different from the Meng family. Before the matter is clarified, maybe he can replace me and protect you until you reach adulthood."

Meng Liangren felt a little ridiculous: "But I only met him a few times."

"The person who harmed you is in the dark." Meng Zhe didn't explain, but just frowned slightly, looking at him, "There is no safer place than around him to guard against these secret methods."

Meng Liangren was speechless.

Meng Zhe stroked the faded and smooth cap of the pen, and said, "When you are away from home, remember to call every month to report your safety. Meng Jun is very attached to you, so don't tell him about it."

"...Okay." Meng Liangren turned around, opened the door and went out.

The copper doorknob was cold, Meng Liangren let go of his hand, walked along the corridor to the door of Lin Yuxin's room like a ghost.

The servants come to clean it every day, and all the furnishings have been kept as they were when she died, for 15 years.

Meng Liangren was familiar with the road, he took out a diary from the drawer, and sat by the window to read it.

In fact, he has turned it over many times.

His biological mother was an unkind person.

When he grew up so big, when the servants mentioned the first Mrs. Meng, that Miss Zhou family, they all said "beautiful and kind-hearted" and "good-natured". When they mentioned Lin Yuxin, they were at a loss for words. .

Even this diary is full of medical records and clinical details. There are no family members, friends, or lovers. In the days of the last pregnancy, the daily diary is neatly written with fetal image records, so that you can get a glimpse of the warmth of being a mother.

After flipping through a notebook from beginning to end, Meng Liangren stood up and put it back in its original place.

On the day of leaving Meng's house, while Meng Xuan took Meng Jun out to a tea party, Meng Liangren packed up his things and went downstairs with his usual backpack.

The servants said to each other one by one: "Fourth young master, you should pay attention to your health when you go out. If you are missing something, call back and we will send it to you."

Meng Liangren nodded, put his hand on the doorknob of the entrance, and looked back. There was an old sofa, carpets on the stairs, flowers in porcelain vases on the lockers, and the yellow wooden handrails were clean and shiny.

Cong Rong said: "Fourth Young Master."

"Ok?"

"I know." The young man paused and said, "At that time, you said you wanted someone to accompany you, so the young master asked me to stay here."

If he didn't stay, Meng Zhe would sponsor him to go to university and ensure that he had no worries about food and clothing.He will continue to live every day when he comes home, facing his mother who smells of alcohol, and the house is messy and cold.

Meng Liang thought that I really don't remember, and said: "It's only been two years since I went out to live, and it's not like I won't see each other forever, so what are you doing?"

Cong Rong smiled.

The driver opened the car door for Meng Liangren, and Meng Liangren asked, "What time is the flight?"

The driver said: "At eleven o'clock in the morning, we can reach Wanxi City in an hour."

From Meng's house to the airport, Meng Liangren checked his mobile phone while going through the security check, when Ye Hui sent four words: "Bon voyage."

Pan Tao sent: "Bon voyage, okay~(づ￣3￣)づ" Duzui's kaomoji was learned from his new girlfriend.

A pot of kumquats was placed on the window sill of Meng Jun's room, with a small light blue card attached.

"Child, I'm leaving. You have to learn to sleep by yourself in the future. I leave this pot of oranges to you to raise. If you have any problems, you can solve them yourself."

The wings streaked across the tile-blue sky, leaving faint white marks.