another teacher

Monk's attack

"Aunt..." came George's childish and puzzled voice.

Meng Ying looked at George, the little boy was sitting on the chair beside the bed, shaking his calf a little bored.

The small face similar to Hulk endowed it with the unique magical power of "as if nothing had happened", and Meng Ying's heart calmed down.

She smiled at George first.He looked up, glanced at Lockes, and slowly lowered his head.

"Holker said he didn't have any friends. I wanted to help him invite all his friends back, so I sent out invitations and held a party for him."

"Last night at Liufang Hotel..."

Liufang Hotel?

Rocks frowned.

"I had a party with friends, and I watched Hulk being drunk with three glasses of XO by his friends. He couldn't even stand on his feet, so his friends gave him a room for him to rest It's gone." Actually, Meng Ying didn't know exactly how drunk Hulk was, and how his friend opened the room, but she was actually confused that night, and she only vaguely remembered it, isn't it usually like this?

"What about you?" Lockes asked Meng Ying's back as if nothing had happened.

"I was drunk two cups, and I was confused..." Meng Ying narrated in a low voice, thinking in her heart, her head is still a little dizzy.

"His friend's girlfriend helped me to rest in another room. Hmm..." Meng Ying paused: "I woke up today and hurried back."

"Have you taken a bath?" Lockes buried Meng Ying's neck and sniffed.Very fresh smell... clean, refreshing.

"Well, it's hard to smell like alcohol." Meng Ying said in a low voice.

The breath of Rocks on the neck made Meng Ying hide away unbearably, she was actually a little scared, teacher, there would be something smelling...in fact, there would be nothing.

It's just a guilty conscience, she knows it.

Sadness appeared in Meng Ying's eyes.

This is her fault.

Hulk cleaned it for her today, but at that time I was at a loss and didn't know what to do, so I let Hulk clean everything.

That was inappropriate. At that time, her mind was blank.Looking back now, I was really terrified.

However, she should refuse the intimacy of helping like that.

The identity is wrong, overstepping.

such……

When Lockes raised his head again and carried her to the unconscious old housekeeper, Meng Ying suddenly felt a sense of alarm.

...This is very dangerous.

"Old housekeeper?" Meng Ying looked at the seriously ill patient lying on the bed, very worried.

"Well, let's listen to the little tubers..." Lockes looked at the old butler on the bed with a deep look: "When you came back, the doctor had just left, and it was confirmed...vegetative."

Meng Ying trembled: "Really..."

Lockes couldn't hide his regret on his face: "I tried my best."

Meng Ying put her hand on Lockes' arm and nodded.

"Is there anyone to take care of his old man?"

"I'll hire him a special nurse." Lockes had already made up his mind: "This is what he deserves. He has been single all his life and has been devoted to Wisno all his life." He also secretly helped him a lot.Beside him, his most trusted right-hand man, the old butler and Sit.

"Yeah." Just as Meng Ying finished nodding, she was hugged by Lockes and walked to the other side of the bed.

George was dozing off with half-closed eyes, but he still held on. He wanted to be with his uncle, even though he didn't like the old man with a straight face very much.

Rocks rubbed George's little head with some relief.

"Uncle, is the old butler okay?" George asked, rubbing his eyes.

"He's still sleeping."

"The housekeeper is so lazy, he is still sleeping."

"He hasn't had a good night's sleep in decades and needs a good rest."

"Okay then, let's leave quickly and let the housekeeper and father-in-law take a good rest so that he can get up early."

"Yeah." Lockes looked at Meng Ying tenderly: "Didn't you eat breakfast?"

"Yes..." Meng Ying nodded honestly.

In such a frightened and flustered morning, where would there be time and appetite to eat.

"Hey, let's go straight to lunch." Lockes walked out with his late baby in his arms, not forgetting to turn around and tell George: "George, come together."

"Well, Uncle." George jumped off his chair and trotted after him.

Meng Ying looked at George who was following happily, and then looked at Lockes' profile.

Maybe the teacher hates Hulk, but it can be seen that he doesn't hate George, and seems to like him quite a bit.

Alas, what a chaotic day, one thing after another.

What's the matter.

The trembling feeling of danger just now was completely forgotten by Meng Ying, and turned into a faint melancholy.

She can act as if nothing happened, but she cannot erase the existence of the facts.

Just like the shame that was cast in her heart, it cannot be erased in this life.

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Don Monk sat in the school cafeteria with an empty dinner plate and a half-empty can of drink.

His face was slightly pale, but he was in good spirits.

Holding a book on economic theory in his hand, Monk read it with relish.

Then a shadow fell on the book, and Monk looked up.

In front of me was a tall, thin English man with blond hair.

"Hello, is this Mr. Tang?"

"Hi, I'm Don Monk."

"Mr. Tang, I'm Hans King. Nice to meet you. This is my business card."

"Ah, you belong to the Wisno Consortium..."

"Well, yes. You have finished your meal now, can we have some dessert when we are free?" Hans said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Munch, who intends to make a certain contribution in the economic field, must hope to receive the guidance of such an authoritative person. Chatting is also a way to directly learn from and accumulate experience.

"I hope it won't disturb your rest of the afternoon. I just learned from the school that you don't have classes in the afternoon."

Hans lifted his foot and walked out first.

"How do you know me?"

"You are a good student with first-class academic performance in your grade. Such an excellent student is the pride of the school. Whenever there is an opportunity, the teacher will actively recommend you."

"Chance?"

"Yes, an opportunity to practice at Wisno."

"Ah, that's really nice."

"Hehe." Hans picked a dessert restaurant with a clean and elegant environment, and invited Monk in.

The two chatted for nearly two hours about issues such as economics and marketing strategies.

Monk said in admiration: "Mister's experience and strategy are really admirable."

"Well, to do business, even though it's just working for others."

"Hehe, I want to learn well and grow my business."

"Does your family start your own company?"

"Yes."

"In China?"

Monk thought for a while and nodded.

After all, your own company has withdrawn to the country, so it should be considered in China, right?

Although it has now entered the United States and is developing rapidly, almost every state capital has a store.

"You've heard of Tang's Silk Company in England before, but now it's transferred to the United States." Hans seemed to be thinking hard.

"Well, I heard about it."

"Your surname reminds me of this company... Well, there is a little gossip, haha." Hans said pretending to be mysterious, and then asked cautiously: "Monk, your surname reminds me of this company Company, are you related?"

"No, our family is a small company. In China, how can we compare with those who have opened a company in the United States." Monk is basically sure that Hans is talking about his own company, because he opened a company in the UK and then transferred to the United States for development. There is only one Tang family, and it is still in the silk business.However, from Hans' tone, it seemed that he wanted to share the big secret with others but was afraid of being leaked, which induced Monk to directly veto the affirmation that came to his lips.

"Yeah..." Hans squinted his eyes halfway, as if he was thinking about how to start, but the inside was sparkling.

At this time, the waiter brought Hans a small pot of scented tea, because Monk couldn't drink coffee because of his health.

Hans took it, pressed the lid of the pot with two fingers, and poured tea into Munch's cup. At the dead end of Munch's realization, a small white grain fell into the poured tea and immediately turned transparent.

Monk said thank you, took two sips after picking it up.

This man's cake was fragrant and sweet, but to him, it was a bit greasy.

"The daughter of Tang's company is our wife, a very temperamental and well-bred girl, but apart from material things, she is really a poor person."

Hans leaned on the back of the chair: "My master, Mr. Wisnow is very fond of his wife, so he asked me to check some things at that time. This wealthy family, really, tsk tsk, what a grudge."

"After our wife was 7 years old, it was as if she had parents or no parents..."

Monk listened, his face gradually became weird.

"Then, after a search, I found out that our wife has a half-brother in England, and all these years, it's because of this brother..."

Half father? ? ! !

"Speaking of this younger brother, haha, what's behind it is really a real wealthy drama. Do you know, back then..."

Monk's face paled.

Hans seemed to have reached the end of the story, immersed in the world of storytelling, without seeing anything: "This Mrs. Tang is really cruel and has means, but she may not be a happy master..."

Monk grabbed his clothes suddenly.

is it?

Yes, mom and dad have been by his side all these years, and mom will take care of him, but she always has a serious face, and, since he can remember, mom has never hugged him.

Started to get a little out of breath.

Monk endured.

He knew that his mother didn't like him. He thought it was because his weak body caused troubles for his parents. Later, he found out that he had an older sister in China. He thought it was because he was dragging his mother so that his mother had no time to go back to take care of her and see her. Mom not happy...

Cold sweat dripped down.Monk's face was as white as a sheet of paper.

He wants to study hard, perform well, and be a good boy who makes them feel at ease.

Fight for the proud eyes of mom and dad.Planning for my own business, hoping to give my parents a relaxed and free future.

It turned out that this was just his stupid idea.

No wonder, no matter how well I did it, my mother watched it coldly.

Hans's loud and anxious but indistinct call came from his ear.

Monk's consciousness was blurred, he felt himself falling to the side, and there were crystals in the corners of his eyes.

Actually he is not her son, she hates him.It was he and his biological mother who brought her misfortune.He is only her means and method.

Mom, she doesn't love me.

Sister, have you ever been that unhappy?

In fact, we are all equally miserable.

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Just finished dinner, Meng Ying, who was staring at TV in a daze, heard the ringtone of her mobile phone.

Looking listlessly, Meng Ying went over to pick it up: "Hello."

"Meng Ying, is that you? I'm the third brother, Meng Ke is sick..."

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