Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

Three days later, Meng Miandong was taking a nap when she was awakened suddenly by a knock on the door.

He sat up, sat on the wheelchair skillfully, and reached the door.

There is a monitor by the door, and the screen shows my aunt's face.

My aunt looks about five or six points like my mother, but now that my mother is gone, my aunt naturally looks more cordial.

Auntie treated him so well, it wasn't good, but she had to be good. This time, she came here on purpose this time, it must be because she missed him.

Moreover, where did my aunt know the address here?No one should know.

So, should he answer the door, or pretend he's not there?

If the door is opened, if my aunt asks him, he probably won't be able to refuse; if she doesn't open the door, what should I do if my aunt gets angry?

He pondered for a long time before finally opening the door.

My aunt's eyes were red and swollen. When she saw Meng Miandong, she lowered her body, hugged him, and said with a sigh of relief, "It's good that you are fine. I thought something happened to you, not even your mother's first seven. Come."

Seeing his aunt's face, Meng Miandong was hugged by her again. For the first time, he felt affection from someone other than his mother. He immediately hugged his aunt back emotionally, but when his aunt opened her mouth, it shattered his delusions. .

On the day of the first seven days, the sky was bright, and Wen Ran took him back to Meng's house. There was no first seven, there was no first seven, everything was as usual in the Meng family, and his father did not do the first seven for his mother at all.

Together with Wen Ran, he went to buy paper money and offerings for his mother's grave.

What if the mother can really receive the paper money and offerings, and no one sacrifices for the mother, and the mother is starving down there?

He knelt in front of the tomb to burn paper money, while Wen Ran called the monks to perform the ceremony. From [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, the ceremony was over.

Afterwards, Wen Ran sent him back to the apartment, and hurried to the company for a meeting.

Then, he received a call from Duan Siqing asking him for 1 yuan.

He put away his thoughts, let go of the hand holding his aunt, and then pushed the aunt away, and said bluntly: "On the seventh day of my mother's first day, I went back to Meng's house. Although I didn't go in, it sounded very quiet inside, unlike It's like doing the first seven."

The auntie started with Meng's mother in order to get Meng Miandong's help, and she pretended to care about Meng Miandong, but in fact, if Meng Miandong was not needed, whether Meng Miandong was alive or dead, she would not care about it at all. not interested.

Unexpectedly, an emotional lie was exposed by Meng Miandong on the spot.

Duan Siqing is still in the detention center, and it is said that he will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years for attempted murder.

My aunt is used to enjoying the money, designer bags, and designer watches earned by her daughter, so she absolutely cannot accept her daughter's imprisonment.

——Among them, designer bags and watches, if she shows them off to her poker friends, she will flip them and make a fortune.

Although the daughter is beautiful in appearance and weak in temperament, she is most suitable for men, but if she has a criminal record, she might not be able to marry a good family, right?

She used to work in a state-owned enterprise, and even though her salary was ordinary, it was at least stable.

After she worked hard to train her daughter into a tool for making money, she quit her job and played cards at home day and night.

For this reason, her ex-husband quarreled with her every day, leading to a divorce.

When divorced, the ex-husband wants nothing but custody of the daughter.

At that time, my daughter was already in the third grade of junior high school, and she was already very good at acting like a baby to men, but she hadn't done any compensation/dating.

She refused to hand over her daughter's custody rights, so her ex-husband went to ask her daughter's opinion.

The ex-husband was very busy with work, and his daughter did not get close to him, so she firmly chose to follow her.

The ex-husband left in anger, but still left her the house and the car, and transferred a fixed amount of money to the account opened by the ex-husband for his daughter at the beginning of each month as child support.

Without her teaching, my daughter slowly realized the benefits of women's original capital, and she can get what she wants without much effort.

The ex-husband still doesn't know that his most beloved daughter was raped by a math teacher before the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school, just for a beautiful skirt.

She has a lot of opinions on this, not because her daughter lost her virginity at a young age, but because a skirt is too cheap. With her daughter's appearance, figure, temperament, and age, a virgin can obviously get more.

Later, she kept asking for property from her daughter. She knew very well that her daughter was very lacking in love, but she could give her daughter the maternal love she wanted.

It's a pity that she didn't have time to stop her daughter from doing stupid things, causing her to temporarily lose a cash cow.

In the past few days, calls to Meng's father either failed to get through, or hung up without saying a word, so she had to turn to Meng Miandong's idea.

Meng Miandong flew onto Wen Ran's tall branch, and she would definitely be able to help.

Wen Ran is the richest man in the city, and even the province, and the company's total assets rank among the top ten in the country. As long as he moves his fingers to operate and hire a good lawyer, his daughter may not even have to go to jail.

But she couldn't find Meng Miandong. She spent a lot of money and hired someone to investigate, and finally found out Meng Miandong's address.

As soon as she got the address, she rushed to the door excitedly.

However, the hard-working performance was self-defeating.

What's even more strange is that the Meng Miandong in front of him seems to be different from before, no longer a cowardly look that everyone can bully, nor does he show a flattering smile.

But this is just a disguise, right?How can a person change his personality in a short period of time.

Therefore, she tore off the mask of hypocrisy, imitating Father Meng, with an angry face, and then said to Meng Miandong in a strong tone: "Meng Miandong, I order you to ask Wen Ran to let Siqing be released without charge."

"I..." Meng Miandong instinctively wanted to agree. He didn't want others to be angry with him, and he didn't want his aunt who looked like his mother to be angry with him.

He clearly decided to draw a line with his past self, and worked hard to overcome the pandering personality disorder, but his body was a little out of control, and his tongue was about to spit out words of promise.

At this moment, he didn't think about Wen Ran, who told him every day that he was great, don't wrong yourself, and act according to his own wishes.

He never thought that if he agreed, he would have to trouble Wen Ran to carry out his promise for him.

He also never thought that Duan Siqing had obviously committed a crime, so how could she be released without charge?Let Wen Ran bribe the judge?Isn't that a crime of extortion?

The aunt's face suddenly turned into that of his mother, who was urging him to agree.

His face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat began to form on his palms, followed by his back.

——This is his physical reaction when he is afraid. He is afraid of his angry mother and wants to beg her not to be angry with him.

"..." Well... before the good word escaped from his lips and teeth, he bit his oral mucosa hard, and finally broke free from the trance smoothly.

He didn't feel the pain, but felt inexplicably happy. Then, he boldly said to his aunt, "Sorry, I can't help you."

This answer was beyond my aunt's expectation, she said in astonishment: "Can you say it again?"

Couldn't Meng Miandong be bullied by anyone, and driven by anyone?Why can't I do it myself? Is the method wrong?Not tough enough?

She has seen how Father Meng, Meng Mingchun, Meng Ningxia, and even her own daughter Duan Siqing drove Meng Miandong, so her method should be right.

Meng Miandong tried her best not to flicker or avoid her eyes, stared at her aunt, and repeated it again.

My aunt was short of breath and couldn't punch and kick Meng Miandong. She was thinking hard about how to force Meng Miandong to submit obediently, but footsteps came from behind her.

The visitor passed her to Meng Miandong, and asked softly, "Miandong, what did you have for lunch?"

Meng Miandong held Wen Ran's hand subconsciously, and after a while, she replied, "I ate the seafood baked spaghetti and creamy mushroom soup you made this morning."

The scorching moisture came from Meng Miandong's palm, Wen Ran understood that facing the aggressive aunt, Meng Miandong was very scared and very nervous.

But judging from the vaguely overheard conversation, Meng Miandong has already tried desperately to refuse.

Wen Ran couldn't help rubbing Meng Miandong's hair tentatively with his free left hand, and asked again: "Did you eat seafood baked spaghetti and creamy mushroom soup after heating it?"

"Yeah." Meng Miandong nodded obediently, and didn't think there was anything wrong with Wen Ran rubbing his hair.

Seeing Meng Miandong and Wen Ran treating themselves as air, my aunt couldn't help but furiously said: "Meng Miandong, if you don't help me this time, you won't have me as my aunt in the future."

Wen Ran noticed that Meng Miandong was holding his fingers tighter, and shook Meng Miandong's hand for the first time.

Meng Miandong hung her head in fright, revealing a frail back of her neck, but she still didn't let go.

Wen Ran called the security guard of the apartment, then turned around and said to his aunt, "Please."

Of course my aunt refused to leave, and was finally escorted away by security guards.

Like a frightened little milk cat, Meng Miandong slowed down after a while, raised her head, looked at Wen Ran and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen, why did you come back at this time?"

Wen Ran was unwilling to lie to Meng Miandong, and said frankly: "Duan Siqing had an accident, I was afraid that someone would trouble you, so I arranged for bodyguards to be on duty downstairs in the apartment."

"I'm sorry." He explained in a panic, "I didn't want to monitor you, nor did I want to restrict you."

Meng Miandong shook her head: "It's okay, I know you're doing it for my own good. Also, thank you, if you didn't show up in time, I might have promised my aunt, and my aunt wants me to beg you to let Siqing be released without charge."

Wen Ran was about to speak, but he heard Meng Miandong say: "Mr. Wen, it's easy to refuse what you don't want to do, why is it so difficult for me, am I too useless?"

Wen Ran's heart ached for a moment, he knelt down, looked at Meng Miandong at the same level, and then said word by word: "No, everyone has their own weaknesses, this is just your weakness, you can recognize it and work hard It was great to beat it.”

Meng Miandong's face turned red, and he pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Then what is Mr. Wen's weakness?"

My weakness is you.

Wen Ran thought so, but couldn't answer this way, in order to enliven the atmosphere, he made an arrogant and arrogant gesture: "I am not among 'everyone', how can I have a weakness?"

Meng Miandong rarely joked: "So, isn't Mr. Wen a human?"

"Yes, I am an omniscient and omnipotent god." After Wen Ran finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

Meng Miandong also smiled broadly, and after a while, she suddenly realized that she was still holding Wen Ran's hand.

He has to admit that he likes to hold Wen Ran's hand, maybe... Maybe even if Wen Ran kisses him now, he will gladly accept it, right?

Thinking of this, he immediately blushed, lowered his head desperately, not to look at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran looked at Meng Miandong's flushed nape and the back protruding from the back, and his heart was as sweet as if a jar of honey had been knocked over.

No, a jar of honey is not enough, it should be a ton of honey.