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The man sat on the sofa with his legs shaking. The servants didn't know what happened, so they cleaned up the dirty footprints on the floor, and let him sit there and look around.

Meng Jun sat across from him, with his eyes downcast, and Garfield lying on his lap.

The man stared at the two main pets, Meng Jun's slightly slanted eyes and dark pupils, the more he looked more like his sister, even the preference for hugging cats was the same.

The more he looked at it, the more confident he became. Looking at the furnishings of this house, he also knew that such a house would be thicker than his own thigh if a single hair was pulled out.

The man pursed his lips that were dry due to excitement, thinking of the gambling debts he owed, with the support of this family, they could have been settled with a wave of his hand.

In less than half an hour, Meng Zhe came back.

He was not the only one who came back, there were also two policemen with pistols.

When the man saw the policeman, he jumped up as if he had been burned: "What are you doing!"

The handcuffs were locked with a "click", and one of them restrained the man who was still struggling, and the other said, "You are suspected of breaking into a private house, come with us."

The man was terrified and wanted to break free. When he saw Meng Jun standing up, he shouted, "Meng Jun's nephew! Explain to them quickly, quickly..."

Meng Jun didn't look at him, but let Garfield jump to the ground, looked up at Meng Zhe and said, "Father, he said that I have a mother, where did my mother go?"

The anxious maid nearby took a deep breath and said, "Young Master..."

Meng Zhe said to the two policemen: "I still have to deal with family affairs, and tomorrow I will send someone to come over and take notes."

"it is good."

The man was still yelling, and was dragged to the door. Seeing that the father and son were indifferent in the living room, he simply started yelling, mixed with ugly swear words, and was forced to be dragged out by the police.

The door was closed, finally isolating the man's struggling roar, and there was a silence in the living room instead.

Meng Xu was resting in the room. The doctor said that he should relax because of his illness. It was too depressing to stay in the hospital, so he took him home and lived there.

At this moment, he was also alarmed by the turmoil downstairs. When he came out and saw this scene, he came down a little at a loss and said, "Brother, what is this?"

Meng Zhe looked at him and said, "It's nothing, you can go back and rest." Turning to look at Meng Jun: "You let me down very much."

Meng Jun's shoulders trembled, Garfield seemed to sense his master's uneasiness, and circled around his feet.

"Would you rather trust a stranger without telling us? How long have you thought about these few words?"

Meng Zhe is a person who is good at self-control. He is the head of the Meng family. This position means that he has to run the huge family business and appease the relatives of the main branch. If anything happens to anyone in the family, he will be responsible. .

His words and actions should be calm, objective, and to the point.But these few words just now are really heavy for a child.

This loss of control was because, as a father, he discovered his own failure in his son.

Meng Jun tried his best to look up at him without crying.

"I want to see what she looks like! What's her name, why can other people have it, but I can't?"

The child's immature voice was full of weeping, which made Meng Xu's heart ache when he heard it.

It was just a slight soreness at first, and then it turned into a throbbing pain. He often has this kind of palpitation and throbbing symptoms recently, and he often endures taking some medicine to get over it.At this time, he suddenly fell ill, staggered and knocked over a fine porcelain vase.

The sound of the porcelain bottle breaking was very sharp, his pupils shrank, and he felt that this time was different from usual, his heart and lungs seemed to be grabbed by a hand, his lips turned white, trembling: "Brother..."

The maid also noticed that something was wrong, so she hurried over to help her and said, "Third Young Master! Quick, go get the medicine."

Meng Xu had run out of money, fell down, and was supported by Meng Zhe: "No...ask the driver to drive and go to the hospital!"

The people in the house were in a hurry, and no one cared about Meng Jun anymore. They sent Meng Xu to the car, ran through several red lights along the way, and sent him to the emergency department of the hospital, and then into the operating room.

Meng Xuan was still outside, but when he heard the housekeeper's call, he hurried to the hospital.

The night was shrouded in darkness, and soon there was a thunder, and it rained heavily.

The sound of falling rain disturbed Meng Xuan. She and Meng Zhe were waiting outside the operating room. Although they had experienced this situation several times, they were still uneasy.

After walking back and forth a few times, I still couldn't help but say: "Brother..."

"Don't think too much, wait."

Meng Xuan swallowed all the words again, and glanced at his phone, it was eight o'clock.

I was in a daze when suddenly the family called again.

Meng Xuan picked it up, and the housekeeper said anxiously, "Miss, the young master is gone."

"What?" Meng Xuan yelled out, alarming Meng Zhe, came over to take the phone and said, "What's the matter?"

"Young master...Young master, ran out." The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead, pinched the small note in his hand, "I found a note on the table with the address written on it."

He read the address again, Meng Xuan listened to him, and said in a daze, "This is... where the fourth brother lives, he won't be looking for the fourth brother, right?"

Meng Zhe said, "Call."

Meng Xuan came to his senses, quickly took the mobile phone that Meng Zhe handed over, and dialed Meng Liangren's number.

After several rings, the other side answered: "Brother?"

Meng Xuan said anxiously: "Who is your elder brother? Listen to me. Junjun ran out of the house. Maybe he came to look for you. Hurry up and look along the road. It's raining heavily now."

Meng Liangren sat up from the bed all at once, and only asked, "When?"

"Around 06:30."

Thinking about it, Meng Liangren got out of bed and dressed and said, "I see, I will call you when I find it, and you will keep in touch with me."

He ran downstairs in such a hurry that Fang Hongjian asked, "Meng Meng?"

Without looking back, Meng Liang took out his cell phone and dialed, "Meng Jun came to look for me, alone."

When the phone was connected, he said, "Hi, Uncle Yang, please drive over here."

Meng Jun just ran out with a few coins in his pocket. He stood at the station, imitating those adults, got on the bus, and stuffed the coins into the coin box.

The tears had been wiped away long ago, the child lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, the car window was not closed tightly, his face was stiff from the cold wind, the passengers around him glanced at him casually, and then turned their heads to chat about their own affairs.

A group of people got off the bus in a crowded way. Seeing the heavy rain outside, they complained a few times. Those who held umbrellas held up umbrellas, and those who hid from the rain.

The rain was icy cold, and soon soaked his coat. The weather was no longer warm. Meng Jun's legs were sore from walking, and he shrank into an unnoticed corner.

The address on the note from my aunt seemed to be around here, but he was very tired, cold and tired, so he hid himself in a corner where no passerby could see him, curled up, and wanted to take a break.

With his eyes half closed, he felt very cold, but the surface of his body was very hot, and he became a little groggy.

As he gradually stepped into the darkness, there was a voice in his heart reminding him to find someone, but it also faded away.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Jun vaguely heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the rain, people hurrying on the road, there were such sounds from time to time, but this time they were approaching him.

He didn't move, the man stopped in front of him, panting slightly.

"It's actually here..."

A pair of hands reached behind his back, and with a force, he hugged him.

Meng Jun struggled habitually, and the visitor squeezed his face with a free hand: "Little brat!" But he touched his forehead again, "It's so hot, it's broken..."

He was taken to a covered place, his coat and inner garment were removed, and he was wrapped in a clean, soft cloth.

Nestled in his young and warm embrace, he sniffled, and in his drowsiness, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, not knowing why.But this hug, he always remembers it for many years.

Meng Liangren was sitting by the hospital bed, Yang Ning said, "Young Master Meng, are you going back?"

Meng Liang said: "One is in the operating room and the other is here, how do I go back?"

Yang Ning also knew the answer, so he exited the ward and waited outside.

Meng Liangren looked at Meng Jun who was huddled under the heavy quilt. He no longer had a fever, but his face was still pale, like a small, fragile porcelain figure.

Several times he was thinking, isn't this Meng Jun?Meng Jun should be the arrogant young man in the previous life, who inherited Meng Zhe's sternness and artifice, and treated his uncle who depended on his family for food as nothing.

It's not this clingy and difficult child who loves to grab his hand and call "Little Uncle" and cry in his arms.

He tried his best to recall what Meng Jun was like in his previous life when he was a child, but his memory had long been blurred. He really never took a second look at this nephew.

Meng Jun on the bed moved uneasily, stretched out his arm, he stood up, put it back for him, tucked in the quilt, and went out.

It was only after going out that Meng Zhe was standing outside. He stood still and called out, "Brother."

Meng Zhe looked at him, knowing what he wanted to know most: "The third child's condition has stabilized."

Meng Liangren's heart fell to the ground. At this time, he inexplicably wanted to smoke a cigarette, but unfortunately no one would agree.

The glass door of the hall opened automatically, and a man came in, about the same age as Meng Zhe, and came straight towards them.

"Azhe."

Meng Zhe saw him and said, "Does the old lady know?"

"Such a big thing, can you not know?"

The man sighed anxiously, saw Meng Liangren, nodded to him, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm Zhou Zefeng, Meng Jun's cousin."

Is that Meng Zhe's cousin?

Meng Liangren shook hands with him and said, "Hello."