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During the few days of Chinese New Year, it was rare to be free. The tavern opened early, and because it was the New Year, regular customers were given half price.

Meng Liangren and Pan Tao each took some gifts and went there as if they were visiting a friend's house. The proprietress hadn't seen Meng Liangren for a long time, she was surprised and happy, looked at him and smiled: "The boy grows taller, the more handsome he looks gas."

Meng Liangren smiled and said, "I wish you New Year's greetings, let's grab a meal along the way."

The proprietress smiled brightly: "Ha, what's the matter, happy new year, happy new year." Looking at Yang Ning behind him: "This is also here with you? Sit here."

After a while, a young man about the same age as Meng Liang came out from the back kitchen, and put some dishes on the table. The proprietress smiled and said: "These three dishes are made by my father, but this My son made it, he is now learning the craft from his grandfather, you just try it, it’s not worth the money.”

The young master was a little naive, smiled at Meng Liang and the others, wiped off the thin sweat that was steaming from the heat, turned and went back to the kitchen.

Meng Liangren stayed at home until the sixth day, then set off for Wanxi.

Fang Hung-chien asked him about his flight and came to pick him up.When I went back and talked to him in the car, the phone rang once, and he picked it up to look at it, then pressed it down.

Not wanting to go back to the villa, he opened the door, an old man was sitting on the sofa, his beard trembling with anger, staring at the door, one big and one small.

In addition to the old man, there was a middle-aged woman in a nurse's uniform in the living room, standing behind the old man, a middle-aged man with a round face, and a girl who looked no older than Meng Liang, sitting and standing beside him. .

The old man didn't speak, and the others didn't dare to speak either.

This posture seems to require three joint trials.

No matter how hard Fang Hongjian did his calculations, he never expected his old man to come up with such a sudden move, so he could only sigh softly and say, "Father."

The old man was angrily, he seemed to be annoyed at any time: "Hmph, do you still think I'm your father?"

Fang Hongjian took half a step forward calmly, and said, "If you have anything to say, you can just talk at home, why bother to go there yourself."

Seeing that this was the Fang family's business, Meng Liangren planned to sneak away, but the old man stared at him and asked, "What's your name?"

Meng Liangren could only stand still and said, "My name is Meng Liangren."

"Meng?" The old man raised his chin, "What's your relationship with Meng Ting?"

Meng Liangren said, "That's my father."

The old man's beard was raised again, and he raised a pair of white eyebrows.

Fang Hongjian said to Meng Liangren, "Go back to your room first."

Meng Liangren nodded, turned and went upstairs.

After he left, the old man said in a deep voice, "How long do you want my grandson, Fang Hongsheng, to stay in his surname Meng's hands?"

Fang Hongjian said, "You recognized it immediately."

Fang Hongsheng thought of the facial features of Meng Liangren and his wife who had married five or six times in his memory, and his eyebrows were uncommonly relaxed. Although it was still not kind, it was not so menacing at all.

"If you refuse to marry the woman I arranged for you, let this kid call me grandfather, it will be worth the effort."

What kind of trick is this? Fang Hongjian said helplessly, "Father, this kid has a stubborn temper. I don't want to force him."

Fang Hongsheng said: "What? After having a son, my heart softened?"

Fang Hongjian smiled and said, "You're right. I only have this one son, so I don't want him to have any quarrel with me. A few years ago, you were worried about the heir, and now it's settled. Since I'm not in a hurry, why bother?" Woolen cloth?"

The middle-aged man with a round face followed suit: "Yes, Dad, this matter can't be rushed, besides you still have Chu Ying, Chu Yu and the others."

Fang Hongsheng glanced at the girl standing quietly by the side with her head bowed, said "yes", got up on crutches, and told Fang Hongjian: "Your son cannot be named Meng all his life, you should think of a Chu character for him." The name of a generation. Meng Liangren." He read aloud, very displeased, "Like a girl."

These Meng Liang people didn't hear it, or he didn't want to spy at all, and he didn't expect that he was the topic they were talking about.

School is about to start, and it's time to make an appointment with the advertising director.

Fang Hung-chien knew about this, although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Qing hooking up the child to do this, but Meng Liangren was willing, so he did not stop him.

Meng Liangren originally thought that the director Zhang Qing yearned for so much should be a middle-aged man with a beard and a vest, smoking a cigarette. Hearing his description, Zhang Qing couldn't straighten up laughing: "Mengmeng, you really cute."

Meng Liangren said, "...don't call me Mengmeng."

When we met, I realized that he was a young man under thirty, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, always without a smile on his face.

Director Su seemed to be a distracted artist. When he came out to eat, he really didn't say a word. The table was full of eight dishes, and he cleaned it up by himself.

Meng Liangren watched and couldn't help touching his stomach. Fortunately, he ate some bottom food before he came out.

After the last piece of meat was eaten, Director Su wiped his mouth and said, "Nine o'clock in the morning on the [-]th of next month, at the performance hall on the [-]th floor of Guangdu Building, just arrive on time and just report your name to the assistant. Do you understand? "

Meng Liangren: "...Understood."

Even if the matter was settled, Su Yu ate the food in the bowl, packed a bowl of mushroom broth, a bowl of fried chicken, and waved his sleeves to say goodbye.

Meng Liangren watched him leave, and then let the waiter come in to order two dishes again.I redefined the word "director" in my heart.

As the school year was approaching and the boarding students returned to school, Cong Rong called Meng Liangren after arriving at school and mentioned his uncle's family: "They were very kind to me, and they probably didn't come to my mother's funeral back then. Feel guilty too."

Meng Liangren heard that he didn't seem to be at a disadvantage, so he said: "It's enough to save face, but don't let others take advantage of you and not know."

Cong Rong said with a smile: "No." There are so many friends and relatives in their family, and when they almost starve to death on the street, only the Meng family still remembers to help them. This kindness, since his mother passed away, There is nothing beyond it.

There are still a few months before the filming of the commercial, and Zhang Qing took the time to tell Meng Liangren some basics of acting, such as moving positions and punctuating sentences, so that he can practice by himself.In addition to school homework, Meng Liangren's time is full.

At this time, Ye Hui also returned to school.

The nobleman was busy, and Meng Liangren didn't see him until a week after school started.

Ye Hui caught a cold.When Meng Liang came to his house, he opened the door with a spare key. He changed his shoes and went to the bedroom to see that it wasn't a mess. There was steaming medicine on the bedside.

Ye Hui is a person who has experienced a major car accident, so even if it is a small cold, he has to be more careful than others.Seeing that he looked good, Meng Liangren also breathed a sigh of relief: "Your nanny has to raise her salary."

Ye Hui looked up at him and said, "The nanny asked for leave two days ago and went home."

Meng Liangren was surprised: "Who took care of you then?"

Ye Hui said angrily, "Can't I take care of myself?"

Meng Liangren didn't believe him, if he said that Ye Hui was outside, he would do everything well, but on himself, if no one took care of him, he could spoil it as much as he could.

"I'm about to drink the medicine, and it won't be effective when it gets cold."

Ye Hui snorted: "It's nonsense."

People who are sick are always more delicate. Meng Liangren calmed down and explained to him in a good voice: "This is nonsense, drink the hot medicine to warm your stomach, and you will recover quickly, and it will turn cold into ice." Yes, you still need to use your intestines and stomach to warm it, so why don’t you get sick? Speaking of which, who made the medicine for you?”

Ye Hui said: "Myself."

Meng Liangren said: "You can lie to me, this medicine has just been soaked, and the person probably hasn't left yet, so I'll wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of a key opening the door in the living room. Meng Liang stood up and met the young man who was walking to the door of the bedroom with a convenience bag.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, and the other smiled embarrassedly: "Little brother, how are you?"

Meng Liangren's forehead twitched and said: "My name is Meng Liangren, you are..." Years ago Ye Hui asked him to pick up the person who lived downstairs.

He couldn't remember his name, so the man stretched out his hand and said, "My name is He Nan."

Meng Liangren glanced at Ye Hui, who was leaning against the head of the bed, reading with a stack of papers, as if he hadn't noticed the meeting between the two.

He also stretched out his hand, shook him and said, "Hello."

Then he sat on the side, watched He Nan call Ye Hui to drink up the medicine, felt that he might be superfluous, and simply left quietly while no one was paying attention.

The cold wind of early spring was still blowing on the street, and Meng Liang was shaking, not knowing where to go for a moment.

In his last life, he had several girlfriends, beautiful, gentle, and coquettish. He is the Fourth Young Master Meng. Even if he eats, drinks, and has fun, he spends all of his family's money, and some girls are willing to post it.

After being reborn, I never thought about such things again, perhaps because I was bored with the sweet interaction between men and women, or because my mind was focused on other things.

Fortunately, Ye Hui's illness was taken care of by someone, and he got better within three days, and his family didn't notice it, which saved him from worrying.

Sitting in his home, Meng Liangren saw the coat on the sofa that obviously did not belong to Ye Hui, and asked, "This He Nan... how did you arrange it?"

Ye Hui said: "I plan to start a company and hire him as a technician."

Meng Liangren pondered: "You said he majored in software engineering?"

"Yeah. It's a very small game outsourcing company, and we've almost found all the people." Ye Hui thought for a while, "I just haven't decided on a name yet."

Meng Liangren said, "How about calling it 'Nineteenth Floor'?"

Ye Hui rarely showed surprise on his face: "How do you know that the office area is on the nineteenth floor?"

Meng Liangren was also taken aback, of course he didn't know, but he just blurted out suddenly.

Ye Hui smiled interestingly and said, "In that case, let's call it 'Nineteenth Floor'."

So half a month later, Ye Hui's first company was born.On the first day of work, Meng Liangren visited the factory. There were not many employees, and they were all young people in their 25s and [-]s, full of hope for the future.

The three big characters "Nineteenth Floor" inlaid on the wall are written with strong bones and muscles, which seems to indicate the vitality of this small studio.

The author has something to say: Xiaomeng's principle of persuading medicine comes from "Dream of Red Mansions": "Alcohol is the hottest, if it is hot, it will disperse quickly, if it is cold, it will condense inside, and use the five internal organs to warm it up. Wouldn't he be harmed?"