lucky son

Zhang Jianru is introverted. No matter what happens, she will always put on a gentle and elegant mask, and hide her true emotions in her heart. Whether it is the original owner or Meng Hui, this is the first time she has seen her lose her composure. The appearance of crying bitterly.

However, after crying, Zhang Jianru not only did not lose her soul, but was radiant as if she had finally been relieved, and even her weak figure was much more sassy than before.

——This is a kind of self-confidence and vitality that break free from the shackles and radiate from the inside out.

After receiving the alimony from Zhou Desheng, the first thing Zhang Jianru did was to take the money and find Steward Sang, expressing the hope that he could pay off the expenses that the mother and son spent in the Marshal's Mansion during this period of time— —As for why he didn’t go to Wei Chongwen directly, of course it was because Zhang Jianru couldn’t help feeling guilty whenever he saw this young marshal, and he couldn’t even speak well.

After getting along these days, Steward Sang understood Zhang Jianru's character very well, and understood that if he didn't charge some money, the other party would always be brooding, even depressed.

So, after listening to Zhang Jianru's request, Steward Sang smiled and calculated the account for her, and then gave an amount that she needed to return.Looking at the last number, Zhang Jianru was stunned. After a while, she looked at Butler Sang in disbelief: "This, this money is wrong, right? Those clothes in my closet..."

"Those clothes were bought by Ms. Wei Shanshan for you, and they do not belong to the expenses of the Marshal's Mansion." Butler Sang interrupted with a smile, "If you want to pay back the money, please return it directly to Miss."

Zhang Jianru blinked blankly: "But, but Shanshan said before that all the expenses we go out are recorded in the account of the Marshal's Mansion..."

"That's just the beginning." Butler Sang explained with a smile, "At that time, the lady came to accompany you at the request of the marshal, and all expenses were naturally paid by the marshal's house. But later, the lady really regarded you as a friend .Since you are buying things for your friends, Miss thinks that you shouldn't continue to spend your brother's money."

Hearing what Steward Sang said, Zhang Jianru was very moved. She couldn't help but raised her hand and touched her warm chest, showing a gentle smile: "Well, I will go to Shan for the money. Shan returned it." After finishing speaking, she thought of another thing, "In addition to the things I bought, Le'er also took a lot of precious supplements from the Marshal's Mansion, as well as the hospital's examination fees, etc. You didn't Count it in?"

"Yes." Butler Sang nodded calmly, "You don't need to return this money."

Zhang Jianru looked puzzled.

"During this period of time, you should know that our Marshal is not a good person who likes to do good deeds from your daily interactions or conversations with outsiders, right?" Butler Sang looked calm and said bad things about his master indifferently.

Zhang Jianru was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't refute it, so he could only say nana: "But the Marshal is indeed our mother and son's great benefactor..."

"So, you should know that the marshal brought you and the young master to Zishi, and tried his best to help the young master to heal, not because of a momentary kindness, but for his own purpose." Sang Butler interrupted Zhang Jianru's powerless defense "The marshal helped the young master because of the precious value of the young master himself. This is an early investment, and the marshal hopes that the young master can give back to him after he recovers from his illness. If you insist on paying back the money, it means that you are not I don’t want to accept Marshal’s investment, and I want to draw a clear line with Marshal.”

Hearing the second part of Butler Sang's words, Zhang Jianru turned pale with shock, and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that! The marshal's help to our mother and son can't be offset by mere money!"

——After all, many of the expensive supplements and special medical services enjoyed by Meng Hui are priceless, and only those with status like Wei Chongwen are eligible to have them.

"It's good that you understand." Butler Sang slowed down his voice, and after hitting a stick, he gave a sweet date, "The marshal's mansion is not short of money, and money is just a number to the marshal. The favor you invested in yourself. When the young master recovers, the favor will be returned by the young master himself, so you don't need to worry about it."

Zhang Jianru has no deep experience in the world, so how can he be an opponent of old fritters like Sang Butler?After a few moments, he was fooled into living, and he no longer cared about his son's expenses in the Marshal's Mansion.

Looking at Nian's innocent face, Steward Sang almost wanted to shed tears of sympathy for her - obviously, in Zhang Jianru's heart, what Steward Sang said about "being valued by the Marshal" meant that Wei Chongwen was very I am optimistic about my son's talent and ability, and hope that my son can become his right-hand man after he recovers from illness, helping him conquer the world, without thinking too much about it.

But in fact, Nian never expected that those seemingly honest words in Sang Butler's mouth concealed extremely ambiguous meanings.

Being dizzy by Butler Sang, Zhang Jianru repaid a small amount of "arrears" dazedly, but after returning to the room, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally chose to go to her son's room and knocked on Meng Hui's door.

There was no movement in the room for a while, and Zhang Jianru was extremely puzzled—after all, his son's work and rest and its rules, and it's obviously not yet time for him to rest.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Jianru raised her hand again, intending to knock on the door, but before her bent knuckles touched the door, she saw the door in front of her being opened.

A stern and handsome face appeared from behind the door. The tall and straight body almost completely enveloped the petite Zhang Jianru. Zhang Jianru couldn't help but take a few steps back with that forceful aura. Embarrassed smile: "Marshal...? Why are you here with Le'er?"

"...I have something to do, and I want to ask Le'er's opinion." Wei Chongwen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his tone was very calm and serious, "You have something to do, too?"

"...Yes, I also have something I want to discuss with Le'er." Zhang Jianru nodded quickly, looked at Wei Chongwen carefully, and suddenly found that today's marshal is a little different from the past.

Wei Chongwen has always paid great attention to his personal image, not only the military uniform on his body, but also every strand of hair must be taken care of properly.But now, his black hair is flying up a little playfully, his military uniform is no longer regular, with a few folds that were pulled out by force, and he even unbuttoned a few buttons at the neckline, revealing a beautifully shaped collarbone and a small piece of Tight and firm chest.

Zhang Jianru's breathing was stagnant, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look up again, but Wei Chongwen didn't notice the strangeness in herself.

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he was just about to dismiss the uninvited guest in front of him casually, but he heard the slightly hoarse voice of the boy in the room, with a panting voice that could not be concealed: "Mom, what's the matter with you? Come in!"

Wei Chongwen pursed his thin lips tightly, with a look of reluctance, but he still moved slowly to get out of the way of the door.

Seeing that the door was passable, Zhang Jianru quickly turned sideways into the room, and saw his son sitting on the big bed with disheveled clothes at a glance—I don’t know if it was an illusion, Zhang Jianru always felt that his son’s lips seemed a little swollen, and his cheeks were flushed. Red, with a little moisture in the eyes.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Meng Hui looked calm, raised his hand and yawned, rubbing his eyes.And his sleepy appearance immediately shifted Zhang Jianru's attention to other places.

Walking quickly to the bed, Zhang Jianru touched his son's cheek, and said with concern: "What's the matter? Are you tired today? It's not time for you to rest, why are you sleepy?"

Meng Hui raised his head and smiled softly at Zhang Jianru: "It's okay, mother. I just got a little tired after being pestered by a big dog for a while."

The big dog standing at the door: "…………………"

After appeasing Zhang Jianru, Meng Hui turned his head to look at Wei Chongwen who was at the door, and withdrew his smile: "Marshal Wei, we've finished talking, please leave first, my mother and I still have something to talk about."

Hearing that he was driven away by his sweetheart, Wei Chong stared at Meng Hui steadily for three seconds, without hiding the resentment and disappointment in his eyes.However, he also knew that he was indeed a little too much just now, so he didn't dare to say anything immediately, leaving only a sentence "then you go to bed early", and left the door dejectedly.

——Didn’t I hear that my sweetheart changed the delicate and soft "Brother Chongwen" into the cold and indifferent "Marshal Wei"?It is definitely not a wise choice to continue to entangle.

Seeing Wei Chongwen close the door and leave, Zhang Jianru really relaxed and patted his chest: "I always feel that the marshal is a bit strange today. What were you discussing just now?"

"It's nothing, just chatting about some important national affairs." Meng Hui replied with a smile—in fact, what they were talking about was "big events in life".

As a major contributor to Zhang Jianru's smooth divorce, Wei Chongwen had to play tricks to get some sweets, and Meng Hui also felt that he couldn't just let the horse work but not let the horse graze. Come up with a little pampering.

However, Meng Hui didn't expect that Wei Chongwen was so suffocated that he grabbed his prey like a wild beast and refused to let go. It was Zhang Jianru's knock on the door that just saved him from the fire.

——As expected of the real mother of this body!Sure enough, there is a tacit understanding!Thinking of this, Meng Hui looked at Zhang Jianru more tenderly.

Zhang Jianru just mentioned it casually, and when her son said it was a "major national event", she stopped asking - anyway, even if she asked, she wouldn't understand.

Sitting down by the bed, Zhang Jianru sighed, and repeated what Butler Sang had said to his son.

When Steward Sang said, "This favor will naturally be returned by Young Master himself", Meng Hui couldn't help but twitch his lips, and cursed "Old Fox" inwardly——Butler Sang really deserves to be one of Wei Chongwen's confidantes. You are the same as Wei Chongwen!

Seeing Meng Hui's subtle expression, Zhang Jianru was a little flustered: "Le'er? Is there any problem?"

Meng Hui came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's no problem, mother. How to repay this debt of favor is up to me. You don't need to worry about it."

Zhang Jianru subconsciously rubbed the handkerchief in his hand: "Is there really no problem? If the operation is successful, Marshal Wei can be said to have saved your life. This life-saving grace... shall we pay it back?"

"It's worth it." Meng Hui raised his eyebrows and insisted, "I can use his favorite method to pay it back—as long as he doesn't want it too much."

Zhang Jianru: "……………………"

——I always feel that there is something wrong, but when I think about it carefully, there seems to be no problem?Well, I must be thinking too much.

The author has something to say: Thanks for pretending that the three little angels, Cat, Mack and Sweet, threw the mines, and Ashley dearly threw the grenade =3333=