wife who doesn't lie

In the negotiating venue surrounded by smog, the guards on both sides were vigilant, and everyone looked solemn, paying attention to every move in the venue.

But the protagonists at the round table were obviously much more relaxed than them. Meng Jin stubbed out the cigarette, and he smiled enchantingly, "This is our bottom line."

He stared at the sharp black eyes of the other party, without giving in: "Mr. Huo should know that many people are fighting for us at present."

"Of course," Huo Yan took a puff of smoke, and readily admitted his status, "Seeking an Omega talker to join us could not be more beneficial to the current anxious situation."

The corners of Huo Yan's lips curled up, but his eyes became sharper, "But who this Omega is talking about is completely up to me."

He showed an unknown smile, "After all, according to our information, you Omega——are not as united as advertised."

He sat up straight, shook the cigarette lightly, and changed into a relaxed posture, "As for the battle of public opinion, you have to believe that the Huo family will always have more experience than anyone else."

Meng Jin's smile gradually froze.

After two days of clear weather, it started to rain again, and the temperature quickly dropped below 10 degrees Celsius, and there was a chilly dampness everywhere.

The windows were tightly closed, and the sound of the rain suddenly became much quieter.

Wen Mo coughed twice, tightened the quilt, and looked sickly at the man who closed the window, blinking his eyes halfway.

Li Xiang came over, poured him a cup of warm water, and put it on the bedside table, where there was a medicine box, which was the amount Wen Mo would take today.

Li Xiang rubbed his head, with a worried look on his face, "When I recover from my illness, I will run with me, my physical fitness is too poor, and I will catch a cold soon, even Tong Tong is better than you."

Hearing his father's praise, Tongtong couldn't help laughing. He lay down beside the bed and said in a milky voice, "Brother Mo, you need to get better soon."

Wen Mo smiled lazily at him, squirmed, and curled up under the quilt, hiding his head a bit deeper, like a winter bear.

Li Xiang sighed, changed him to a fever-reducing patch, saw that it was time to take the medicine, and asked him to get up and take the medicine again.

Wen Mo swallowed two bitter pills with great difficulty, and the base of his tongue was numb with bitterness. The fellow at the side stuffed him with a candy skillfully, and the two looked at each other and laughed.

Li Xiang watched this scene with a smile, and there was a knock on the door. It was Meng Jin's assistant: "Professor, Mr. Meng is looking for you."

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

Li Xiang sighed inwardly, his mood darkened a lot, but it didn't show on his face, he turned his head and explained to Wen Mo: "Sleep well, I can't burn it up at night."

Wen Mo lay down obediently, Li Xiang looked back again, adjusted his glasses and left.

Tongtong was still lying on the bedside looking at Wen Mo, Wen Mo pulled up his mask, and drove him away, "Go play in the outside room, don't stay here with brother, be careful and take medicine if you get infected later."

Of course Tongtong is most afraid of taking medicine, so he got up holding the toy when he heard this.

Wen Mo watched him go out, his head was a little dizzy, he tightened the quilt a little, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Meng Jin sat quietly on the sofa, his eyes stared at a place of nothingness, as if he was thinking about something, the cigarette butt between his fingers had burnt a long line of ash, hanging there fragilely.The sound of footsteps at the door pulled him back from his mind, he put out his cigarette, and put on his usual smile, "You're here."

Li Xiang glanced at him, and then at the tea table. There was a bottle of wine on the coffee table, and some small dishes were placed on it.

Meng Jin sat up straight, and said with a smile, "I heard that you are going to send Xiaomo to the south in a few days. I'm busy these days, and I don't have time for a farewell party. Let's have a drink while I'm free today." One cup, it's done for you."

Li Xiangjing stood for a while, then finally walked over and sat opposite Meng Jin.

This time, Meng Jin did not continue to talk about those topics that are prone to disputes, but instead chatted about some old times, the orphanage where the two were sent to on the same day, of course there are some unbearable memories in the orphanage, But now that I think about it, there are also one or two scenes that are warm and heartwarming, but they are too long ago, so long that they are deliberately buried in those dark memories, as if they have been completely forgotten.

But now, chatting and chatting, but also gradually remembered.

They help each other and support each other. They have a common ambition and are determined to fight for it for the rest of their lives. They are close friends and comrades-in-arms. When a person is about to grow up, the wheel of fate changes. Under Meng Xiong's arrangement, Li Xiang has his glands removed and sent to the medical education system to receive higher education, while Meng Jin, who is superior in appearance, is sent to to a rich merchant.

But now, they're sitting here together again, and it's as if everything is still the same.

The side dishes on the table were not touched by anyone, but the red wine was already empty. Meng Jin opened another bottle and carefully filled their glasses.

They all had a little too much to drink.

There was a slight blush on Meng Jin's flirtatious face, which made him even more glamorous. He leaned on the sofa, swung his wine glass, lazily buried his face halfway on his elbow, and tilted his head to look at With Li Xiang.

"I envy you so much," he said.

Li Xiang put down his wine glass and stood up, walked over and took off the wine glass in his hand, "Stop drinking, you'll be really drunk later."

But Meng Jin seemed to be drunk, he curled up, leaned on the sofa, smiled softly, and continued to whisper, "Li Xiang, I really envy you."

He closed his eyes as if sleepy.

Li Xiang sighed.

"Ah Jin." Looking at the man who had already fallen asleep, Li Xiang wanted to say something, but in the end, he just threw off the overcoat he put aside and gently covered him.He stood up and walked out the door. When he was going out, he stopped for a moment, and then gently closed the door.

Half a minute later, a gunshot rang through the quiet night, and everything was quiet again.

Meng Jin on the sofa opened his eyes. He pushed away his heavy coat and sat up slowly. He stared blankly at the two empty wine glasses on the table for a long time. After a while, he closed his eyes. A tear slid down his cheek and hit the ground. Immediately, he stretched out his fingertips to wipe away the wetness from the corner of his eyes, and his face gradually turned cold.

There was a rush of footsteps outside, and a man dressed in black quickly pushed the door and came in. He was holding a child in his hands, it was Tong Tong, and Tong Tong's face was pale at the moment. He was holding a car toy, as if frightened. Stupid.

Meng Jin's pupils shrank suddenly.

The subordinate said: "I found him at the corner just now, look..."

He pursed his lips, apparently waiting for Meng Jin's decision.

Tong Tong burst into tears, jumped off the man's arm, and rushed towards Meng Jin, hugged Meng Jin's neck, and cried loudly, his voice was choked, "Uncle Meng... ...Scared me to death...The thunder just now scared me to death...Woooo..."

Meng Jin pursed his lips, he looked at the child in his arms, crying out of breath together, hugged his neck tightly, rubbed his soft body in, as if the person in front of him was his only one depended on.

The gloom on Meng Jin's face gradually faded, he silently winked at the man, the man nodded slightly and backed away.

Meng Jin had already put on a warm smile, and he patted Tongtong on the back lightly, "Okay, it's just a thunderstorm, we Tongtong are not afraid of anything."

It took a long time before Tong Tong stopped sobbing under Meng Jin's soft voice. He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and found his favorite car toy, "Brother Mo is sick, Uncle Meng, you have to accompany me." I play."

Tongtong's childish eyes still had teardrops, and he looked innocent. At this moment, he was looking at him with a longing expression, and Meng Jin smiled again. He put Tongtong by his side, and said softly: "Okay, I'll play with you."

Tongtong smiled innocently, "I like Uncle Meng the most!"

The lights at night shone on them, making them look very warm.

A fine layer of sweat evaporated on Wen Mo's forehead, his thin eyelids trembled constantly, his body gradually became heavy, and he struggled in the darkness.

There is no medium in this dark color, it's just empty, but Wen Mo feels as if he's stuck in mud and can't move even an inch, and he can't break free.

A pair of warm and soft hands pulled him out of the mud, Wen Mo looked at her, his eyes slowly filled with tears, "Sister Lily..."

He couldn't bear the mad surge of missing anymore, he hugged her all at once, buried his head in her arms, just like when he was a child, Molly caressed him, her eyes were very sad.

Why is it sad? Wen Mo reached out his hand to smooth the look of sadness between her brows, but before he touched it, the figure in front of her gradually disappeared.

"Sister Lily..." A tear fell from the corner of Wen Mo's eye, he opened his eyes in a daze, and there was an old man standing in front of him, who was the doctor who saw him last time.

The doctor spoke in a low and kind voice, "Son, you have a fever again, take this medicine quickly."

Wen Mo was drowsy, he opened his mouth following the doctor's movements, and fed a spoonful of medicine into his mouth. The sweet and greasy syrup was very sticky, making it uncomfortable as if it was sticking to his throat, Wen Mo licked it Lips, wanting to get some water to drink, but soon, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Ten minutes later, Meng Jin came in. He stood by the bed and looked at it for a long time, then took a step and sat down by the bed. s face.

He smiled, desolate and gloomy, and said softly: "Who told you to have such a face."

Soon, he stood up and told the people who were already waiting at the door, "Send them there."