mandatory military uniform

Taoer?

"Grandfather, I don't know what you're talking about."

Shaking his head, Meng Yanbai said with a surprised face.

"Hehe, cough cough cough..."

Coughing violently, after a while, Meng Tinglou seemed to have recovered from the dry cough at the beginning, shook his head and said, "Don't pretend, Tao'er, I know everything. Today, only our grandparents and grandchildren are here. Two, you have seen my physical condition, why don't we take advantage of today's opportunity and simply open the skylight and speak out."

"Then, grandfather, what do you wish to say?"

Something is wrong, today's old fox is really wrong.

Before finding out what the old fox was going to do, Meng Yanbai said noncommittally.

"Hehehe." With a smile, Meng Tinglou's old gray eyes stared at the handsome young man, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, Taoer, in fact, you hate me very much, don't you?"

"Hate me as a grandfather, but never gave you any care, hate me for driving you and your father out of the Meng family, so that you have to follow your mother's surname Ling, and have been cast aside since childhood; hate me for not I wrote your name on the list of heirs of the inheritance, and never even admitted that half of the blood of the Meng family flowed in you... Tao'er, there are too many reasons why I deserve your hatred, so, you Manipulating Yan Bai's body, let me and the Meng family make up for you in another way, isn't that the case?"

With a sigh of relief, Meng Tinglou said with emotion, "Our grandparents and grandchildren have never had the opportunity to sit down and have a good talk. In fact, since a long time ago, I have been thinking, have I been too kind to you all this time? Harsh?"

Too harsh?

What is this old fox going to do?

Looking suspiciously at Meng Tinglou's slightly sad eyes, Meng Yanbai knew that he must have doubts about the fact that he was Ling Tao, but because he had no evidence in hand, he never brought this matter to the table. come up.Now suddenly [meeting honestly], could it be true that the old fox’s body has not been as good as before, as he secretly planted in the men of the Meng family to report, and he has learned from others, and he is good at talking when he is about to die up?

No.

Will not.

It was not the first time he had come into contact with Meng Tinglou, and he had a complete understanding of the seemingly frail old man in front of him, so he quickly sorted out his thoughts, Meng Yanbai said calmly.

"I'm sorry, grandfather, I have no idea what you're talking about. First, I'm not the Taoer you're talking about, and second, you're not harsh on me." Looking at Meng Tinglou's gray eyes with concern, Meng Yan Bai carefully examined his expression in the dark, "Grandfather, if you feel tired, let Meng Xilai take you to the bedroom to rest. If you have anything to do, you can wait until your health is better."

"No, no need."

Stopping Meng Yanbai's support, Meng Tinglou stared at Meng Yanbai without blinking, "Tao'er, whether you hate me or not, you are also my grandson. As the patriarch of the Meng family, I have been a hundred years old. Before, I also had to choose the most suitable person for the Meng family as the patriarch of the Meng family."

"The former Yanbai might have been a good boy. He was kind, filial and respectful. For a grandfather, such a child was undoubtedly the cutest...but...he is not a qualified patriarch..."

With a low cough, Meng Tinglou continued, "His weakness and kindness will make those subordinates who are eyeing tigers become the most ferocious wolves. One year, half a year, or three months? The glory of the family will be lost. Existence, I don't even dare to imagine what will happen to my family and what will happen to Yanbai after I'm gone..."

"And you, Tao'er."

Raising his eyes suddenly, Meng Tinglou stared at Meng Yanbai with silver eyes full of hope, "Compared to the previous Yanbai, you are undoubtedly the best candidate. You can see this from the development of the Ling family, and , you've already started doing it, haven't you?"

"..."

He didn't answer, Meng Yanbai's eyes behind the lens were shining with strange and weird light, fixedly looking at the weakened Meng Tinglou in front of him.

"Tao'er."

With a low sigh, Meng Tinglou said wearily, "I'm tired, really, too tired. Don't regard me as the patriarch of the Meng family, let alone your grandfather, just treat me as the most ordinary , An old man who may die at any time. Tell me, are you really my grandson Tao'er? Let me rest assured before you pass away. Tell me, I am handing over the family business that I have been waiting for all my life. Give it to my blood, my grandson, not anyone else. Tell me, Taoer, is that so?"

"..."

Looking carefully at Meng Tinglou's eyes, Meng Yanbai didn't find any strange emotions in them except longing.

However, there was still something reminding him that it wasn't right.

This increasingly weird feeling seems to be really worth wanting a result, and the extremely sincere Meng Tinglou...something that is about to move in the dark seems to be getting more and more wrong...

"Come on, Tao'er, I just need to admit that you are my grandson, and I can immediately call the lawyer team, make a will, and arrange you as my sole heir. Now I can't threaten you anymore, can I? What? What I want is at least an answer, so please fulfill my last wish."

He stared at Meng Tinglou lightly.Meng Yanbai's mind was running fast.

... No matter what the old fox's plan is, he is right in one thing. Even if he admits that he is Ling Tao now, the old fox really can't do anything to him.After all, his business in the Meng family these years is not a joke.

Moreover, if it is really possible to make a will as Meng Tinglou said, it will save him a lot of trouble.

but……

"I see, grandfather."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Meng Yanbai shook his head with a wry smile under Meng Tinglou's suddenly bright eyes, "You must be an idiot, I'll send you back to your room to rest."

"you--!"

Meng Tinglou suddenly opened his gray eyes wide, sweeping away the exhaustion and weakness just now, Meng Tinglou's eyes were full of anger and disbelief!

He, he actually kept his mouth shut in this situation!

monster!

The person in front of him is indeed a monster who has no humanity and should not exist in this world!

As if the blood all over his body was flowing against the current, Meng Tinglou was instantly immersed in the great shame of being fooled and ridiculed by a kid hundreds of years younger than himself, staring fiercely at Meng Yanbai's eyes behind the lens, Meng Tinglou Lou seemed to see a flash of cold light in those eyes—he was mocking himself!

"You really let me down, Tao'er, you really let me down!" Shaking his head, Meng Tinglou murmured.

"Sorry, Grandpa, I have let you down."

After calmly speaking, Meng Yanbai stood up, "Although I am not the Taoer you are talking about, can you allow me to send you back to your bedroom to rest? In my opinion, you may be under too much pressure, so you are here. I will think wildly and think of me as someone else, so I will help you contact the family doctor and let him come over to help you take a look." Then I went back to Guam to find my Xiaoen.

No matter what the old fox's idea was, subconsciously, Meng Yanbai's sixth sense kept admonishing himself that he must never reveal even a little bit of his true identity to that weak-looking old man. The perfect plan, the most meticulous steps, absolutely must not relax vigilance in front of this old fox, who seems to be dying at any time!

"In that case."

Seeing that Yiyi insisted on closing his mouth tightly like a mussel, and waved his hand away, Meng Tinglou said with a sigh of relief, "There is something, I don't mind showing it to you."

"what?"

Although he still looked surprised on the surface, a certain special feeling made Meng Yanbai secretly vigilant.

"Yanbai, you should know that the young master of Ling's chaebol is also Tao'er's younger brother, Ling Tianen, right?"

Since he didn't admit that he was Ling Tao, Meng Tinglou changed his name in due course, with a trace of treachery on his old face.

Xiao En is really in the hands of Meng Shi?

Taking a breath of joy, Meng Yanbaiqiang pretended to know nothing, nodded, "I know, what happened, grandfather?"

"Hehe, it's nothing serious." Sensing Meng Yanbai's nervousness keenly, Meng Tinglou showed a vengeful smile, "It's just that, not long ago, someone sent me a video, I thought, maybe you are interested have a look."

video?

The sense of uneasiness in his heart suddenly rose to the highest level, Meng Yanbaiqiang smiled and said, "What kind of video is it?"

Without answering Meng Yanbai's question, Meng Tinglou smiled inscrutably, picked up the remote control not far from the chair, and turned on the rear projection screen in front with a [di——].

On the rear projection screen, an ongoing scene in an underground warehouse in Guam immediately jumped out.

A boy whose hands, feet and waist were tied up with hemp rope on a simple wooden bed. Si Aonian's slender eyelashes were trembling like butterfly wings, and big beads of crystal-clear sweat rolled from the ends of the boy's black hair. Falling.

Who is that young man who doesn't know Ling Tianen?