The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Muying choked on crying, looked at Meng Qinglang blankly, paused, and opened her arms.

Meng Qinglang hugged him upside down, lightly, and patted him on the back while comforting him: "There is a saying that when a man is appointed by the heavens, he must suffer first. Tang Seng has been a good man for ten generations. The first nine lives were eaten by sand monks, and it was not until the tenth reincarnation that he became a Buddha."

Muying was a little confused: "I... I am also the tenth life."

Meng Qinglang nodded: "So this life will definitely be happy..." Meng Qinglang looked at Muying's current luck, which he had spent [-] points of energy to find out, and his voice froze.

In this life, I have never been eaten or kidnapped or killed by bad guys. I even lived to be 14 years old. When I was alive, I was bullied and bullied. I dropped out of school early. I accidentally took the blame for others and went to prison. riot……

Mu Ying looked up at him, expectantly waiting for his next words.

Meng Qinglang was silent for a while, looked down at Muying, suddenly burst into an extremely gentle smile, rubbed Muying's instant noodle head and said softly: "Fate can be fought! I believe you can, come on!"

Muying's eyes lit up instantly, and his cheeks flushed because of excitement. He lowered his head and frowned in distress. After struggling for a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked up at Meng Qinglang with firm eyes: "I am willing to follow you!"

"???"

The corners of Muying's mouth curled up, and suddenly she hugged Meng Qinglang's neck and threw herself into his arms: "Father!"

"???!!!"

He Yanzhou was stunned, and pointed at Meng Qinglang with trembling fingers: "Master... Sir, is he your son?!"

"how is this possible!"

Mu Ying tightly clutched Meng Qinglang's collar, hugged Meng Qinglang's neck and did not let go, he thought about it, the difference in strength was too great, "Meng Shen" didn't take him seriously at all, he couldn't kill him It's better to lose... If there is anyone in this world who is both trustworthy and able to pull him out of samsara, it must be a "god". Then, wouldn't it be good to pester God Meng? !

witty!

Meng Qinglang frowned and pulled him down: "I tell you, don't shout, I..."

"How is the bread ready?"

Meng Qinglang turned his head and saw a hunchbacked white-haired old man, wearing black-framed reading glasses and a Zhongshan suit, like an old scholar who came out of the Republic of China.

As soon as the old man came in, he saw Muying, his small eyes that seemed to be closed suddenly opened a crack, and he walked over with his hands behind his back, "Hey, why are we Muying crying? Ask the teacher to take a look, it's really strange." Hi, see you first time, no, I have to take a picture with my phone."

"Dean!" Muying gave him a resentful look, rolled her eyes and shouted, "Dean, this is my father!"

"what?"

Meng Qinglang was speechless, finally tore him off his body and put him on the ground, straightened his collar, and said with a sneer, "Do you think we look like each other?"

"I will follow my mother!"

The dean frowned and looked Meng Qinglang up and down with squinted eyes: "Don't say, the eyes are quite similar, especially the slippery and disobedient temperament, which seems to be inherited."

"Right, right!" Mu Ying tugged at the corner of the old dean's clothes, "Do you want to go with him, dean?"

"No."

"Why?!" Muying was unwilling immediately, and looked at the old dean angrily.

The dean rubbed his instant noodle head: "The dean is reluctant to part with you. You are naughty with so many children. If you leave, who will I catch all over the yard?" The old dean waved his hand and walked out, "Okay , it's time to start dinner when you're ready, I have to tell Teacher Chen to give you more homework, kid, so you can run around..."

He read it fragmentarily, not knowing whether he was talking about Muying or talking to himself.

Meng Qinglang smiled triumphantly at Muying: "Oh, look, I don't want to."

"Hmph, don't be too happy! I will be your son sooner or later!"

"Tsk, can I show some face?"

"I'm a child, so I don't need face."

"Ha ha."

At lunch time, Meng Qinglang finished his meal and walked to the table by the window with his three dishes and one soup. Children and adults eat together, but there seems to be an innate barrier between the two, which invisibly separates the "staff area". ” and “Kids Zone”.

As soon as Meng Qinglang sat down, Muying moved her buttocks and sat beside him, smiled flatteringly at him, and put a fried egg into his bowl: "Our eggs are very delicious!"

Meng Qinglang pinched it back for him and pointed to the children's area: "Go, sit at your table."

Mu Ying's face darkened, she lowered her head: "They don't want to sit with me..."

"I don't want to sit with you either." Meng Qinglang got up and walked around to He Yanzhou's right side.

Muying immediately chased after him with a plate.

Meng Qinglang stood up with the tray in his hand, and before he lifted his feet, the female teacher who was guiding them had already sat down beside He Yanzhou: "Zhouzhou, can we take a photo together later?"

He Yanzhou wiped his mouth before answering: "Okay."

"Yeah!" The female teacher stomped her feet excitedly, "Oh, that's right!" The female teacher opened Weibo, "Look, Zhouzhou, I tweeted about your back, and it got [-] likes!"

He Yanzhou was surprised and said: "Really, it's strange, the Weibo I posted last month only had [-] likes, can I take a look?"

The female teacher's eyes flickered, and she withdrew her phone: "Hey, this...some personal things on the phone are inconvenient."

He Yanzhou nodded in understanding, and went to touch his mobile phone. The pocket was empty, and he naturally looked at Meng Qinglang.

Meng Qinglang was stuffing the phone into Muying's hand: "Don't disturb me when you're playing with this."

"I don't want to play with my phone!"

He Yanzhou frowned: "My lord, if you don't ask yourself, you are stealing."

Meng Qinglang gave him his fried egg: "Okay, mine is yours, and yours is mine. I'll borrow it and I'll make it up to you with fried eggs."

The old dean came over with a tray, just when he heard the last sentence, his narrowed eyes turned around between the two of them without showing any trace, and he said with a smile: "Yo, you really look like a family sitting in a row. Three bites."

The female teacher who was ignored: "..."

"When people get old, they like to watch family reunions. It's so lively to have a child in the family. As long as the conditions are qualified, we will adopt it."

Before the two of them spoke, the female teacher was reluctant: "Dean, our Zhouzhou is a public figure, please don't make scandals about him."

"Oh hehe, I just said that casually."

The female teacher looked around: "Dean, where is Xiao Zhang?"

"Someone donated a truckload of books. They seem to be quite famous. They have to film interviews or something. I asked Xiao Zhang to pick them up. They should be here soon."

The female teacher asked excitedly, "Is he a star?"

"I said I wanted to donate temporarily. Xiao Zhang directly contacted them. I don't know if he is a celebrity. Why isn't Mr. He Yanzhou your destiny?"

"Dean! You are not allowed to drive a wedge between me and Zhouzhou. I am a fan! I have been signed by Chaohua for two consecutive years! I was the one who took the photo of Zhouzhou in our hospital and posted it on Weibo, and some celebrities liked it." Female teacher Open Weibo and like it, "Look, Xi Yan."

Meng Qinglang dropped his chopsticks.

The author has something to say: a family of three... your friend Xi Yan is rushing to the battlefield...

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