The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

"Okay, if that man is really good at beating, grandma won't marry your elder sister. Grandma will help you find a good family again."

"No, Mom, I think it's better to like each other when you get married. I remember that there was a young man in the big sister's factory who liked the big sister very much. Would you like to let them try?"

That person is really a young man, from a foreign country, just 18 years old, they say that young people are not qualitative, but in the original world, this boy loved Meng Zhaodi all his life, in order to save Meng Zhaodi from that domestic violence man, he removed Half-Life, later forced to leave the village.

When he came back after achieving the achievement, Meng Zhaodi had already been beaten to death by the domestic violence man.

The domestic violence man was sent to prison by him, and he who loved Meng Zhaodi never married.

Mother Meng knew about her daughter and this 18-year-old boy, but knowing that didn't mean they would be together.

"Ah Bei, that young man is only 18 years old, and your elder sister is 24, a full six years behind. That man is from a foreign country. I heard that both his parents are dead, and he has no brothers and sisters, and he has no money. He works in a factory. , the salary is not as much as your sister, and your sister will definitely suffer when she marries, no way." There was indescribable disgust in Meng's mother's words.

She knew about the matter between the eldest daughter and that man, and when she heard that she was going to marry Zhaodi off, the young man came to beg her.

Mother Meng kicked him out and ordered her eldest daughter not to contact him again, otherwise she would not recognize her as a daughter.

"Grandmother, what's wrong with being young? I've seen that young man. I think he's a good guy, and he'll be promising in the future. The main thing is that he's nice to the eldest sister. Or let them try. The eldest sister is not in a hurry to marry. .”

"Did you say it?" Meng Mu, who was originally determined, hesitated.

"Aunt, don't you believe what I say? Just let them try."

"Well, that's fine."

Meng Xiangbei spent a lot of time talking, and finally changed Meng's mother's mind.

Meng Xiangbei's son, in the hearts of Meng's mother and Meng Zhaodi's three sisters, is heaven, and he is the first in everything, and they will listen to what Meng Xiangbei says.

The next day, Meng went to the north for an interview.

In front of the CBD building was a young man wearing a suit who was a few years older than Meng Xiangbei.

"You are Brother Tuan?" Fu Qing looked at the person in front of him in surprise. The person he called Brother Tuan was unexpectedly young, with a white shirt and black trousers, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a cool demeanor.

"Well, are you Jiang Shanxiao?"

"Yes, it seems that you are younger than me." But he kept calling him brother.

I can't laugh or cry when I pay off.

During the chat, "Ai Tuan Tuan" handled things with calm communication and strong ability. He always thought that "Ai Tuan Tuan" was at least in his thirties, so he couldn't think of it as a young college student.

Meng Xiangbei spoke concisely, introduced himself, calmly and indifferently, and Fu Qing was more and more impressed by him.

"I'll call you Abei from now on." Fu Qing pondered for a while, then changed his words, calling him "Brother Tuan" was too much of a mark.

It doesn't matter to Meng Xiangbei, it's just a title.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the interview." Fu Qing pointed to the door of the CBD building, and led Meng Xiangbei in.

At first, he was worried that it would be difficult for Meng Xiangbei to succeed in the interview, but now he communicated briefly.Intuition told Fu Qing that this person younger than him was not easy.

Sure enough, within 5 minutes of the interview, Meng Xiangbei came out and was notified on the spot that he was admitted.

The people around who came to the interview with Meng Xiangbei all cast envious and jealous eyes.

"A Bei, do you want to have a meal?" Fu Qing checked the time, it was past eleven o'clock, almost lunch time.

"No, I have something to go back." Meng Xiangbei was a fool.

"Oh, what's the matter, maybe I want to go back to accompany my girlfriend." Fu Qing teased casually, and gave him a look of "I understand". College students, isn't it the best stage of love?

"No, it's a boyfriend." Meng Xiangbei's original coldness dissipated, and a gentle arc appeared on the corners of his lips.

Fu Qing's eyes widened, as if he saw some strange creature.

It turned out that it wasn't that he was really calm and indifferent, but that he didn't face the right person.

Inexplicably stuffed with dog food.

"I will definitely meet you next time I get a chance. By the way, I have always been curious, why is your online name Ai Tuan Tuan?" This name sounds very "rough middle two", and it doesn't match Meng Xiangbei's image at all.

Meng Xiangbei seemed to think of something, his brows and eyes became softer, and his thin lips parted slightly, "His nickname is Tuantuan."

Who he is is self-evident.

After paying off, another mouthful of dog food was stuffed, how much love, the show of love has been shown on the Internet, alas, he can't afford to be hurt as a single dog.

After the interview, after returning to school, Meng Xiangbei sent a text message to Wen Xiuyu immediately.

Wen Xiuyu was thinking about Meng Xiangbei's interview and had been waiting for news. When the text message came, he immediately went downstairs.

"Senior Abei, you are back. How was the interview result?" Wen Xiuyu was a head shorter than Meng Xiangbei, looking up at Meng Xiangbei's expression, trying to find the answer from his face.

Meng Xiangbei's eyelashes drooped, his shoulders drooped, and he remained silent without speaking.

Wen Xiuyu was startled, and guessed in his heart, Senior Abei didn't succeed in the interview, so he was sad.

Wen Xiuyu was a little at a loss. He glanced around and saw no one. He gritted his teeth, stepped forward and hugged Meng Xiangbei, and gently patted Meng Xiangbei's back with his small hand, comforting, "Senior Abei, it's okay." , there will be opportunities in the future, in my heart, you are the best."

The young man's voice is soft, like the delicious and sweet cotton candy in childhood, and soft and gentle like the spring breeze blowing over the grass, making people tickle.

Meng Xiangbei rested his chin on Wen Xiuyu's thin shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "I want you to kiss me."

The man's voice was deep and low, and his voice blew across Wen Xiuyu's poisonous ears like the wind.Wen Xiuyu's earlobe was red, and when he looked up, he saw the big sun hanging in the sky, the sky was bright and bright, how could, how could we kiss.

Meng Xiangbei was quietly hugged by Wen Xiuyu without speaking, like an extremely patient hunter waiting for his prey to hook him.

In the next second, the boy stood on tiptoe, half closed his eyes, and his soft lips imprinted on Meng Xiangbei's angular profile like jelly.

The boy's voice was low and shy, "Dear, kiss, don't be sad, there will be opportunities in the future." Even though his face was flushed with shyness, Wen Xiuyu still gently comforted the frustrated (?) man.

Meng Xiangbei bowed his head, with strong love and desire in his eyes, he kissed the stupid boy.

He hugged the boy tightly, possessive, as if he wanted to embed the boy into his body.

The young man passively endured it, his body became limp, and he could not lean against Meng Xiangbei's body.

Two minutes later, Meng Xiangbei gently brushed the boy's slightly red, swollen and moist red lips with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "Tuantuan, how can you be so cute?"

"Ah?" Wen Xiuyu's peach-blossom eyes were covered with mist, and his eyes were shining brightly, and he tilted his head to think about the meaning of Meng Xiangbei's dialect.

After a long while, he finally realized, "You, did you succeed in the interview?"

Meng Xiangbei pinched his fair cheeks, "I never said I failed."

"You, you..." Wen Xiuyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't know how to accuse him, "You're a hooligan." It was just to see his soft heart and want to take advantage of him.

Wen Xiuyu grabbed his hand and kneaded it carefully. The corner of his lips curled up, and he smiled mischievously, "That's only playing hooligans to you." He lowered his head and pecked Wen Xiuyu's lips again. How evil, how evil, how frivolous and frivolous.

The matter of playing hooligans ended with Wen Xiuyu ordering Meng Xiangbei not to hug or kiss him for three days.

Soon it was time for the China-Germany Commodity Exchange. Meng Xiangbei asked for leave from the counselor, and bid farewell to Wen Xiuyu.

Wen Xiuyu sat in a remote corner of the cafeteria, eating without taste.

Senior Abei had only left for half a day, and he began to miss him.

Most of the dishes on the dinner plate are green vegetables, and the only meat is half a small fish. The baby is more than two months old, and his pregnancy reaction has begun to appear, and he can't smell meat.

Wen Xiuyu could still eat a little with Meng Xiangbei by his side before, but now, after sitting for half an hour, he only ate a quarter of the meal.

After rubbing his stomach, Wen Xiuyu resisted the urge to feel sick, and bowed his head to eat again.

At this time, a plate was put down on the opposite side, and a person sat down.

"Xiu Yu, why do you eat so little? All you eat are vegetables. You are too thin. You should eat more meat." With a familiar voice and hypocritical concern, Wen Xiuyu ate with chopsticks, and raised his eyes to Wen Xiurao smiling face.

It was just right, as if the trained smile arc was like a perfect mask.

Wen Xiuyu's nausea got worse.

Wen Xiuyu glanced at him and remained silent.

Wen Xiurao's face remained unchanged, and he said a lot of caring words, but Wen Xiuyu didn't say a word the whole time, and was extremely annoying.

Wen Xiuyu thought, what would happen if Senior Abei encountered such a harassing person, according to his temper, he would probably pick up the dinner plate and put it directly on that person's face.

Thinking of Meng Xiangbei, Wen Xiuyu felt better from being depressed.

"Wen Xiuyu, what do you mean? Is this your attitude towards your brother? Xiurao cares about you so much, and you are so kind to treat him like a donkey. Xiurao, don't bother with this kind of person, let him fend for himself. "

The classmates who came with Wen Xiurao were blown away. They watched Wen Xiurao go from being happy and caring when he saw his younger brother to being hurt by Wen Xiuyu's indifference.

"It's nothing, don't blame Xiu Yu, it's my fault." Wen Xiurao held down the two furious classmates, suppressed his aggrieved expressions, and pulled a forced smile from the corner of his lips, expressing that he was really fine.

"I don't need hypocritical concern." Wen Xiuyu said blankly, got up, and left with the plate.

With disgusting people in front of him, Wen Xiuyu couldn't eat any more. He was stupid and couldn't argue, so he simply couldn't see it.

"Xiu Yu, don't go."

Wen Xiurao followed Wen Xiuyu, afraid that he would be lost, so he stopped him at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Wen Xiuyu looked at him with a frown.

"What's the matter with you?" Wen Xiuyu asked.

Having been with Wen Xiurao for so many years, Wen Xiuyu has seen his character clearly. No matter what Wen Xiurao does, it has a purpose.

"Xiu Yu, brother is just worried about you. You shouldn't have quarreled with your parents that day, and your parents even bought you a birthday cake."

Recalling something, Wen Xiuyu's eyes showed sarcasm.

For his birthday, he just bought a cake. For Wen Xiurao's birthday, they asked for leave and held a birthday party to celebrate their birthday. If they couldn't celebrate their birthday, Wen Xiuyu didn't care.

"By the way, I also prepared a gift for you, and I'll bring it to you." Wen Xiurao took out a box from his pants pocket.

Wen Xiuyu didn't take a look, "Just tell me if you have anything to do, I'm leaving if there's nothing to do."

Wen Xiurao clenched the box in his hand, gritted his teeth, and grabbed Wen Xiuyu's arm who was about to leave.

Wen Xiuyu moved his arm and shook it away.

"Xiu Yu, it's actually nothing serious. It's just that I've been writing a few songs recently, and I've encountered some bottlenecks. I always feel that the writing is not very good. Please help me." Wen Xiurao lowered his voice and looked around. , for fear of being heard.

Please help me to see it, please help me to change it.Wen Xiurao has said these words countless times in the past few years. Wen Xiuyu only blames himself for being stupid for stealing as it should be.

"Wen Xiurao, when will you be able to tear your face apart and truly be yourself? Do you still think I'm so easy to deceive?"

Wen Xiuyu passed by Wen Xiurao who suddenly fell silent.

Wen Xiurao stayed in place for a long time, his face gradually distorted, and the redness in his eyes flashed away.

Who doesn't want to be whoever they want.

But the real Wen Xiurao is doomed not to survive in this world. Since he came to this world, he has lost at the starting point. Only by pretending can he go further and better.

"Xiu Rao, why are you standing here? Hurry up and go back to the cafeteria to eat, it's almost cold." The classmate who came out patted Wen Xiurao on the shoulder.

Wen Xiurao raised his head, and the corners of his lips curved just right, "Okay, let's go back together."

Meng Xiangbei was away, and Wen Xiuyu spent all his time composing music, almost staying in the piano room during the day.

I chose one of the songs and uploaded it to the competition's official website for selection, waiting for the results.

Wen Xiuyu kept the rest of the tunes, but Meng Xiangbei didn't allow him to sell the hard-working tunes.

Wen Xiurao also spent a lot of time on piano composition.

In the piano room on the third floor of the villa, there are two identical pianos, one of which is covered with white cloth and stained with dust, and it seems that it has not been opened for a long time.

Wen Xiurao sat in front of another piano, with a sound of "Chi--", his fingers fell heavily, and the black and white keys made a sharp sound.

With a "bang", the cover of the piano was slammed shut, Wen Xiurao's hands were clenched tightly, and the irritability accumulated in his heart, he couldn't help wanting to scream.

There is torn paper on the ground, and the musical notes written on it can be seen.

Still not working?If he can't compose a satisfactory song, is his talent really inferior to Wen Xiuyu's?He just wants a bright future, why is it so difficult.

His eyes fell on the calendar on the cabinet not far away, on the 26th, there were only three days before the submission of the preliminary round.

What is he going to do.

Inserting his fingers into his hair, he grasped it irritably. His hair was disheveled, his face was pale, his eye sockets were bloodshot, his eyes were dark blue, and his expression was distorted. At this moment, Wen Xiurao looked like a lunatic.

The phone rang suddenly, one after another.

Wen Xiurao suppressed his hostility and connected.

"Xiu Rao, I found news about Meng Xiangbei and Wen Xiuyu, Wen Xiuyu is pregnant..."

"Then I can't wait to go back. It's like three autumns since you don't see each other every day."

After finishing the simultaneous interpreting on the last day, Meng Xiangbei took advantage of the dark to go back by car, and was ridiculed by Pay Qing.

Meng Xiangbei smiled and said nothing, he really missed him, and went back early to give the boy a surprise.

After getting in the car and turning on the phone, the last message on WeChat was Wen Xiuyu's "I'll wait for you to come back".

Thinking of the scene of the boy jumping into his arms in surprise, Meng Xiangbei rushed to the driver and said, "Master, please hurry up if you can."

"okay."

Three hours later, Meng Xiangbei arrived at Wen Xiuyu's dormitory.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Xiangbei knocked on the door, but no one came to answer the door.

"What did Wen Xiuyu do? Why did his parents take him back?"

"We have to tell Senior Meng, he asked us to take good care of Wen Xiuyu before."

"I went to look for it. Senior Meng has already asked for leave and is not at school."

"Then what to do, we don't have the contact information of Senior Meng."

"Hey, is it Senior Meng?"

Wen Xiuyu's roommates came over, and Meng Xiangbei hadn't digested what they had just discussed.

"What were you talking about just now, where is Xiu Yu?"

"Senior Meng, you are back. Wen Xiuyu was taken away by his parents."

Half an hour ago, a middle-aged couple came to find Wen Xiuyu. There was a quarrel between the two, and the bodyguards in black took Wen Xiuyu away.

Meng Xiangbei called Wen Xiuyu's mobile phone, and there was a cold shutdown sound, and his heart suddenly flustered.

With a faint guess in his heart, Meng Xiangbei rushed out.

Kangle Hospital is a subsidiary of Wen's Group.

The eighth floor, the VIP area, is dedicated to the Wen family.

The lights in the corridor were bright, and the boy was sitting on a cold chair under the pressure of two bodyguards in black.

With his hands on his hips, Father Wen was communicating with the dean, his whole body bursting with anger.

"Operate him overnight, be sure to get some of the baby in his belly."

"Okay, I'll arrange someone to check on the young master immediately."

The bodyguard in black pressed Wen Xiuyu to the examination room.

Wen Xiuyu struggled desperately, but he was too weak and worried about the child in his belly, so he was no match for two strong bodyguards.

"Let go of me, Dad, please, don't hurt my child, he is my child and your grandson, Dad, please." Wen Xiuyu staggered to his knees, begging constantly.

Father Wen glanced at him coldly, and taunted, "Grandson? I, Wen Changlin, would not want such a grandson. This is just an evil seed left by you because you don't love yourself. You have to get rid of him."

"No, absolutely not." Wen Xiuyu shook his head desperately while protecting his stomach.

Wen's mother half hugged Wen Xiuyu, tried to pull him up, and begged with tears, "Xiuyu, just listen to your father, that man is not good enough for you, there is no possibility for you. Keep this child, It will only cause you a lifetime of pain. You will have a better husband and children in the future."

Wen Xiuyu looked straight at Mother Wen, broke away from her embrace little by little, and said firmly, "I don't want anyone else, only Meng Xiangbei, and his child. If the child is gone, I will also Die with him."

"It's really against the sky." Enraged, Father Wen yelled loudly, "If you don't pull it in, immediately abort the child after the inspection."

Regardless of Wen Xiuyu's struggle, the bodyguard in black dragged him into the examination room, handcuffed him, and fixed him on the bed.

The door was slowly closed, and in the end, only Wen Xiuyu's terrified and desperate face could be seen lying on the bed...

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-0117:24:56~2020-04-0217:27:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Xiaoxiao; 5 bottles of TRLOUISOYE and Naive Ghost; 3 bottles after an hour;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!