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It was the first time Meng Qingshu encountered such bandits in his 20 years of work.

Unreasonable, tyrannical, domineering, and even disdain to do superficial skills, one is holding black and white, and the other is pressing him with his family business, and he bluntly said that he wanted to rob his son.

Qi Han and Fu Juehan really opened his eyes today.

But the point is that he racked his brains and couldn't think of any countermeasures.

Fu Juehan alone is very difficult to deal with. This person grew up in the base and has been in the night market for seven or eight years. A bandit and hooligan carved out of Qi Han's mold.

Coupled with Qi Han, he has been in this position for more than ten years, and the entire Jiangcheng business district is almost his one word. To crush the Meng family to death is as easy as crushing an ant.

If you really tear your face apart, what will you use to fight them?

Will Meng Yi stand on his side?

The brain was running fast, Meng Qingshu never took the pen, Fu Juehan frowned deeply, and passed some more forward.

"Boss Meng?"

"Brother Han, you...you let my dad take it easy."

Meng Xiang, who had been mute all morning, finally let out a fart: "My father was confused about what happened back then, and we did not do well in the past few years, but Xiaobao still has feelings for us after all. How could it be possible to just break it off."

Fu Juehan sneered when he heard the words, "Don't call me brother, I don't want myself and my people to have anything to do with your family."

"I know he has feelings for you, so you use this sentence as a shield, and stab him if there is nothing to do, anyway, he has nowhere to go, no matter how badly he is hurt, he has to come back obediently, right?"

"I..." Meng Xiang's face turned pale, as if the thoughts that had been hidden for many years were suddenly revealed, guilt and embarrassment rushed up at the same time.

He knew very well that his feelings for Meng Yi had never been open and honest.

On the one hand, he sincerely regards that child as his younger brother, and wants him to grow up safely and happily.

On the one hand, he can never forget that it was because of saving him that his mother fell into the water, and his supposedly carefree childhood was ruined by an "adopted child".

Hope and resentment are intertwined and become a capricious knife in his hand.

When I think of it, I stab it, and every word I say pierces my heart, making Meng Yi feel guilty and painful, collapsed and desperate.

But after the stabbing, he regretted it, and coaxed him with kind words, which made Meng Yi worry about gains and losses, and rekindled his hope.

At the beginning, he also felt guilty, he couldn't blame Meng Yi for falling into the water, he could only say that the world is impermanent, so what's the use of fussing with a child all the time?

But later Meng Xiang found that no matter how hard he tossed the child, he would accept it as if he would not resist.

It's like a stray puppy who finally got a home and got a little bit of sweetness. No matter how much he kicked and beat him, the puppy would lie at the door of the house and never leave.

In the final analysis, he was no better than Meng Qingshu. He had pretended to be a victim for a long time, and subconsciously he was confident.

One uses his son as a shield, and the other uses his younger brother as a "fun child". The difference is that Meng Qingshu's knife is fast and sharp, while Meng Xiang's arrow is blunt and turns repeatedly.

It wasn't until now that the free punching bag had been used for a long time and suddenly had to leave, and was treated as a treasure by others, and they realized that Meng Yi was no longer that helpless child.

"Brother Han, listen to me—"

"Stop it, you're not qualified to tell me."

Fu Juehan didn't even look at him, and handed the contract to Meng Qingshu for the last time, "Mr. Meng, I hope you understand that this is the most gentle solution we can come up with."

"You sign it, and Xiaobao will have nothing to do with your family in the future. Don't go to him whether the Meng family is thriving or declining. Of course, you can also choose not to sign. What will happen after you leave this door? Please wait and see."

Meng Qingshu's face was livid, his right hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, "Is Boss Fu determined to deal with the Meng family? Are you not afraid that Meng Yi will blame you if he knows his mother is suffering because of this?" ?”

After the words fell, both father and son were taken aback.

Qi Han suddenly raised his eyes, while Fu Juehan lowered his arms. They looked at the man standing on the opposite side for a long time, and smiled suddenly.

"Are you using your wife as a shield?"

Qi Han stared at him contemptuously, his long and narrow eyes were full of sarcasm.

"You used your son ten years ago, and your wife ten years later. You are such a fucking coward. You won't let go of anything on your household registration book."

Meng Qingshu was embarrassed: "You!"

"Don't you, mine, I just want you to finish this sentence, what can you do?" Qi Han didn't give him any face at all, this kind of coward who hid behind his wife and children, he pinched his eyes halfway. I can't look down on it, just soak it in a pig cage.

"I thought you were someone who wasted so much time talking to you here, so I'm just a bastard who wants to peel off the skin." He was so impatient after sitting for a long time, "Ah Jue, put the contract away." Put it in his hands."

"No!" Meng Qingshu took a step back: "I don't sign, what if you go back and deal with the Meng family if I sign?"

"Do you still need to go back on your word? Don't be so fucking annoying. My wife and children are still freezing outside. It's November now."

He glanced over at Fu Juehan and was about to strike, Meng Qingshu panicked and pulled Meng Xiang to the door.

"Did I let you go!" Qi Han was furious, and the bodyguards standing on both sides of the door immediately stopped in front of the door, with their right hands stretched to the back in a defensive posture.

At the same time, the sound of chaotic footsteps appeared outside the door.

Fu Juehan was stunned for a second, and after thinking of something, he quickly walked over to open the door, and sure enough, he saw Meng Yi huddled behind the door in a daze.

Lines of tears flowed from his deep red eyes, and the look he looked at Fu Juehan was even more bewildered than when he was forced to flush cold water in the bathroom that night when the deficiency attack occurred.

The hostility all over his body suddenly disappeared, and Fu Juehan stammered before speaking, "Xiaobao, you...you heard everything?"

Fu Ge behind him hugged his shoulders and answered for him: "He heard everything you said, and I can't pull it away."

"So, so... are they all true..."

Meng Yi was a little incoherent, something seemed to be shattering on his pale face, his drooping dog eyes were bewildered and empty, and his whole body seemed to be filled with sadness.

"You adopted me because your mother couldn't conceive, so you went to the orphanage and picked a child randomly. Is...is that so?"

Fu Juehan's heart hurt like a pinprick, he held Meng Yi's shoulder, and called him softly: "Xiaobao, let's not talk about this for now, may I take you out?"

Meng Yi shook his head, gently pushed him away, looked straight at Meng Qingshu, and even his voice was trembling: "You are just doing it for convenience, and you have never treated me as a child in that family, so you can... you can treat me without any hesitation. I was locked up in the attic for seven or eight years, right?"

Inside and outside the door, Qi Han and Fu Juehan clenched their fists at the same time, Fu Ge lowered his eyes in anger, Meng Xiang was ashamed, and Meng Qingshu felt panicked like never before.

"Xiao, Xiaoyi, listen to me, I didn't care, I cared about you too! Do you remember the dumplings you ate during Chinese New Year that year?" Meng Qingshu pointed to himself, eagerly proving: "That's me I wrapped it for you, you see, I don’t care about it at all—ah!”

"Fuck you!" Fu Juehan was so angry that he punched him in the face.

"You locked him in the attic for seven or eight years, and he never blamed you. You have to advertise a bowl of dumplings until now. How old was he at that time? A child with no father and no mother followed you abroad. No food, no way out, no language, you deserve to be a human!"

"Farewell, brother Han!" Meng Xiang rushed out to block his father, and hurriedly said to Meng Yi: "Xiao Bao, you had a very happy time in our house before mom fell into the water, didn't you? Our whole family likes you very much. The relationship is not fake, do we have to make trouble like this now?"

Meng Qingshu hissed in pain and stood behind Meng Xiang, only now did he condescend and lower his head.

"Xiaoyi, I was wrong back then. I was too paranoid. I couldn't accept that your mother was so stupid, so I blamed all the mistakes on you."

"Dad, please apologize to you, don't make such a scene too ugly, your mother doesn't want to see this when she wakes up, right?"

He is the best at catching Meng Yi's weakness, repeating the old trick and posing Tao Ya, Fu Jue's teeth were itchy, Meng Yi blinked blankly, and murmured: "Mom's illness hasn't been cured yet, Wilkin said It's better if I'm here, send her to godfather's private hospital to facilitate her treatment, and I can accompany her."

Meng Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and Meng Xiang smiled happily, "Good treasure, brother, I knew you wouldn't be so cruel."

But Meng Yi changed his voice, "As for you—" he looked at Meng Qingshu and said.

The latter was stunned: "What?"

Meng Yi took one last look at him, then turned and went back to his ward. He tore open the small pillow on the bed that he had carried since he was a child, took out the agreement that Meng Qingshu signed when he adopted him, and walked in front of Meng Qingshu.

"I'll return this to you." The yellowed paper was folded several times, and Meng Qingshu wiped his fingers and dropped it to the ground just as he was about to pick up the paper.

He raised his eyes belatedly, saw Meng looking at him expressionlessly, and said word by word: "From now on, you are not my father."

The author says:

You are my only sister. (bushi)

The lid of the pot is gone. ˙˙