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Meng Junyao saw that her younger brother was silent, and continued, "I know you like boys, and you pick boys too..."

Meng Zang'an directly interrupted her: "I have no such plan."

"What are you kidding?" Meng Junyao looked at him incredulously, "This is your duty as a member of the Meng family."

"Obligation, who said that?" Meng Zangan said calmly, "Why don't I ask Grandpa, when did the Meng family have such a family rule?"

Of course, it is impossible for Mr. Meng to say these things. If the trouble is brought up in front of Mr. Meng, not to mention Meng Junyao, both father and mother will suffer.

Meng Junyao was angry and anxious: "Don't rely on grandpa to love you, just follow me!"

She was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she took a few puffs of cigarettes before she calmed down.

"Marriage is not a bad thing. To put it bluntly, it is just the cooperation of two families. After getting married, you can play however you want..."

Meng Zangan asked abruptly, "Just like you and your parents?"

Meng Junyao sneered: "What's wrong? Aren't we all the same? Haven't you seen a lot since you were young?"

Father Meng and mother Meng are elegant and gentle, they seem to be a perfect match, and they have always been very affectionate to the outside world.

But as children, they are very clear that the relationship between the husband and wife is very bad in private, and each has a lover. Unless they are showing off, they usually don't even talk.

Meng Zang'an and his brothers and sisters grew up in this kind of environment, and they couldn't form a good view of love at all.

The marriage of brother and sister is like a replica of their parents.

Originally, Meng Zang'an was like this, but he met Song Zhen.

Thinking of Song Zhen, Meng Zang'an's eyes softened.

He couldn't change his sister's mind, and he didn't want to argue with her, so he found an excuse to leave.

But Meng Junyao held him back.

"You don't really like your ex-boyfriend, do you?"

Meng Zang'an smiled, and warned her lightly: "If you know, don't hit him. I don't like brotherhood."

Meng Junyao: "..."

"Are you really playing?"

Meng Zang'an: "I don't like playing with that word."

Meng Junyao: "...OKOK! I won't touch him, but what about the others?"

"Think about it, grandpa dotes on you so much, how many people in the family are jealous of you, they dare not do anything to you, what if they take revenge on your ex-boyfriend?"

Hearing this, Meng Zang'an smiled playfully, "What does sister mean?"

Meng Junyao felt flustered and short of breath when he looked at her.

Since she was a child, she was afraid of this monstrous younger brother. It was as if she had a mind-reading ability. As long as she lied, he would definitely find out.

Her selfishness seemed to be transparent in front of him.

Meng Junyao swallowed her saliva: "Actually, whether you get married or not is your own business. I was also forced to come here by my mother, but if you really like him, just think about him."

"As an actor now, can you protect him?"

"I think, if you come back to take over the family's business, or you can go into politics, grandpa dotes on you so much, he will definitely let someone help you."

After Meng Zangan listened, he tapped his chin lightly with his index finger: "Sister, is brother-in-law's company okay?"

Meng Junyao's heart skipped a beat, and she said with an unnatural expression, "It's pretty good, why are you asking this?"

Meng Zang'an: "Isn't it a small price for Mom to let you be this lobbyist?"

"With my mother's personality, if you don't succeed, you should cut half of it off. Is the rest enough to make up for the gap in brother-in-law's company?"

Being exposed by him, Meng Junyao screamed angrily, "Meng Zang'an, you...you don't know good people!"

But Meng Zang'an pretended he didn't hear it, and raised his hand to look at his watch: "Okay, today's performance is over, I'm going home after the curtain is over."

Meng Junyao: "Meng Zang'an, stop."

Sure enough, Meng Zang'an turned around: "Are you sure?"

Meng Junyao: "..."

The fear of being dominated by her black-bellied brother came to her mind.

She reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth: "It's okay, you go slowly."

Meng Zang'an: "Before you leave, don't you want to give your dear brother some New Year greetings?"

Meng Junyao: "..."

I bless you a hammer!

Meng Zang'an: "Huh?"

Meng Junyao swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and under the pressure of the tyrant's younger brother's eyes, gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I wish you and your ex-boyfriend a successful reunion and have a baby soon!"

Meng Zang'an: "Thank you, sister Ji Yan, for taking good care of my brother-in-law for me."

Meng Junyao: "..."

Mengzang Alla opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

The manager quickly put away the phone, carefully looked at his expression, and asked, "Go back?"

Meng Zang'an didn't speak, and the manager took it as his acquiescence, and drove the car out of the Meng's mansion to his residence.

Unexpectedly, when they were on the road, Meng Zang'an said, "Wait a minute, go to Guanlan Garden tonight."

Guanlan Court was the house where Meng Zang'an and Song Zhen lived together, but after the two broke up, Meng Zang'an hadn't been there for a long time.

Just let the aunt clean it every once in a while.

The manager hesitated and said, "No one has lived there for a long time, so it might be inconvenient."

Meng Zangan said, "It doesn't matter."

The agent reminded again: "But you have to go to pay New Year's greetings to a few elders tomorrow."

Meng Zang'an: "Get your things ready and come to me tomorrow with your clothes."

broker:"……"

All right, since this ancestor has thought so carefully, he must live there tonight.

So he changed another road and drove towards Guanlan Garden.

After arriving, Meng Zang'an asked his manager to go back and walked to the residence by himself.

I haven't been here for three years, and the changes here are a bit big.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around him, Meng Zang'an got on the elevator in a daze.

With a "ding".

The elevator has arrived.

Meng Zang'an suddenly felt a little timid because of his closeness to his hometown.

He froze on the spot for a moment and didn't go out. He didn't recover until the elevator door was about to close, and quickly stopped him with his hands.

He stepped out of the elevator and habitually turned to the right.

At the same time, many memories also emerged along this road.

Once when the two returned home, Song Zhen was drunk and insisted on proving that it was twenty steps from the elevator to the door of the room.

I wobbled and counted while walking, but I counted wrong every time, and finally cried angrily, hugged him and shouted "too difficult".

At that time, Meng Zang'an was almost furious at his laughter, and finally had no choice but to coax and coax him into the room.

He stopped in front of a brown-red door.

Take out a key.

He has always carried this key with him, but he never came again.

After entering the door, all the furnishings in the house are so familiar.

As if three years ago, when he opened the bedroom door, he could see Song Zhen curled up on the bed, with his head resting on the laptop, surrounded by scattered papers.

But when he really opened the bedroom.

The bedding inside is neat and tidy.

No computers, no paper.

There is no Song Zhen either.

The clothes in the closet are neat and tidy, but the other half is always missing.

Meng Zang'an came out of the illusion.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his lips.

He has been arrogant since he was a child.

He thinks he can control everyone and looks down on anyone.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated by fate in the end.

When I met Song Zhen five years ago.

He would never have thought that one day he would sacrifice and pay for one person.

In order to protect him, she returned to the life she hated the most.

He didn't even dare to tell him.