The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Everyone, welcome! Weiwei is in Sioux City. Thank you for taking care of her."

Yan Feng smiled kindly and had a gentle attitude.

From the appearance, the old man Yan Weiwei occasionally talks about is indeed not young.

Comparing it with Yan Weiwei's age, you can tell that this is definitely a classic case of "old age leads to a girl".

No wonder he pinned all his hopes of inheriting the family business on Yan Weiwei.

Yan Feng's eyes swept over everyone, and seemed to pause for a moment when he looked at Meng Lang...

"No, Weiwei is the one taking care of us." Lin Haitang said politely with a smile.

"Are you... Haitang? I remember you came to Weiwei's house when she was in high school, and that was in the capital.

Has it been six or seven years ago? In the blink of an eye, she has become a grown-up girl, but she is getting more and more beautiful. "

"It's me, Uncle Yan actually still remembers me."

"Of course, Weiwei doesn't have many friends, and there are even fewer who she always talks about. I didn't expect to meet again in Su City. It's fate. Is this Xiaoyu? So cute."

After Yan Feng reminisced with a smile, he turned his attention to Meng Lang.

"Who is this?"

"Oh! My name is Meng Lang, Cao Mengde's Meng. I can ride the wind and waves with just a bag. Master Yan, I have admired you for a long time!" Meng Lang had a harmless smile on his face.

Yan Feng looked Meng Lang up and down. Apart from Fan Shigang, this Meng Lang could be said to be the only male companion Yan Weiwei brought back this time.

You must know that Yan Weiwei has never brought a boy to meet his parents. This time, he suddenly brought a boy back without any greeting. Naturally, he couldn't help but think too much.

But after looking up and down, this Meng Lang looked very ordinary. He was handsome... not that obvious. His clothes... only looked low-key, and even his figure clearly didn't look like he had practiced martial arts.

Doesn’t it fit in with her view on mate selection?

Is it really a bag?

This girl...don't you want to trick yourself again?

"Okay, you still plan to chat here. We are tired after riding in the car for so long."

Yan Weiwei saw that Yan Feng had been sizing up Meng Lang, and couldn't help but step forward to block his view.

This is his secret weapon, and he can't let this old man know it in advance.

The previous agreement was made by the old man after he was sure that he could not reach the top. If he broke the agreement and quit, wouldn't his efforts be in vain?

"Haha, that's right. I have already booked a reception banquet at the hotel. Everyone, please get in the car, Xiao Fan."

"Master!" Fan Shigang hurried forward and bowed to Yan Feng respectfully.

"Well! Thank you for your hard work this time. Your master just arrived at the hotel in the afternoon. Let's go. You and I are in the same car."

Yan Weiwei's eyes flashed with caution, and she cast a warning look at Fan Shigang before she and the others got into one of the luxury 7-seater MPVs.

Fan Shigang complained secretly in his heart.

"Xiao Fan, originally I didn't have any hope this time. How did you convince that girl Weiwei? Tell me in detail..."

Sure enough, as soon as the car started, Yan Feng in the car began to ask him about the details of his trip to Su City, especially Meng Lang's situation.

Fan Shigang didn't dare to offend Yan Feng, but he couldn't afford to offend Yan Weiwei and Meng Lang.

Besides, I swore a poisonous oath...

I can only try my best to talk about "currently publicly available information", but I am tight-lipped about what happened in the boxing gym.

"You mean, this Meng Lang is just one of Weiwei's tenants, or her suitor, and the two of them are very close? Hmm... how close?" Yan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"this……"

Fan Shigang hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Yan Feng's glaring eyes opposite him...

"Ju...I don't know the details, but what is certain is that the fingerprint lock at Master Yan's house contains Brother Meng's fingerprint..."

"Huh?" Yan Feng glared.

What? !

Doesn’t this mean that entering and exiting is just like your own home?

Yan Feng's face suddenly darkened...

…

Everyone walked for about half an hour and arrived at Tanglong International Hotel in the south of Anxi City.

Then I met Fan Shigang's master Kong Wu, a dark-skinned man with a short beard, about fifty years old.

Although he is already old, the muscles all over his body are comparable to Fan Shigang's, which is astonishing to see.

Next to Kong Wu was a pretty girl with a calm temperament.

Judging from Fan Shigang's title and his diligent attitude, this should be the "Junior Sister Kong" in his mouth.

In a large antique private room, exquisite dishes with exquisite shapes and carved dragons and phoenixes were quickly placed in front of everyone.

Just from this box and these food and drinks, it can be seen that the Yan family is worthy of being a wealthy local power.

"Haha! Weiwei, you are finally willing to come, which makes me relieved." Although Kong Wu was middle-aged, he was still full of energy, and his smile made people feel very heroic.

"Yes, Sister Weiwei, my dad is almost retired. He even started practicing stone hammers again a while ago. If you don't come back, he will really have to bite the bullet with his old bones. , Haha!" Junior Sister Kong covered her mouth and snickered.

"If Senior Brother Kong plays, he won't be worse than me."

"How can it be the same? This mountaineering competition has always been for young disciples from various schools to compete and show their strength. As an old man over fifty years old, I am going up there, regardless of whether I win or lose. It's embarrassing!

Besides, boxing is only for young people. At my age, my body is not as good as before, and my strength has declined drastically. I can’t compare with you young people! "Kong Wu waved his hand.

"This time Weiwei can come back. Even if we are not in the top ten, at least we will not be too far behind. We can hold up the scene."

Listening to these words, people understand that Twelve Road Tan Leg has been quite idle in recent years.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to find anyone of the younger generation who can fight except Yan Weiwei.

Yan Feng frowned when he heard this. He seemed not to want to admit the fact that his family's inheritance was weak in public, and said in a deep voice.

"Everyone, just do your best. Weiwei, you don't need to be under too much pressure. Victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. Remember to act within your capabilities."

"That's nice to say. Knowing victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. Why didn't you let Fan Shigang go? It's not like you can't afford to lose that person."

Yan Weiwei curled her lips unceremoniously and stuffed a piece of Dongpo meat into her mouth.

Yan Feng and Fan Shigang were embarrassed at the same time.

"Haha! Sister Weiwei, please stop teasing Senior Brother Fan. By the way, are these friends of Sister Weiwei?"

Junior Sister Kong immediately came out to ease the awkward atmosphere.

At the same time, he looked at Meng Lang and Lin Haitang curiously.

The accompanying combination of these two, one big and one small, is really strange.

"Yeah! My friends from Su City are here to be cheerleaders." Yan Weiwei obviously didn't want to introduce too much, and wanted to use a spring and autumn brushwork to describe her in one stroke.

Unexpectedly, Yan Feng personally poured a glass of wine in front of Meng Lang and asked like an elder casually.

"Speaking of which, where is Xiao Meng from?"

Adhering to the principle of talking less and watching more, Meng Lang was originally concentrating on the food there.

I have to say that the chef of this hotel is amazing. The dishes are so exquisite that you can’t even bear to take off your chopsticks. The taste is also remarkable.

Each dish has its own unique flavor, which makes Meng Lang, a foodie, feel that the trip is worthwhile.

"Oh! I'm from Beihu." Meng Lang put down his chopsticks helplessly and replied.

I don’t know why, but the seating arrangement on the wine table is a little weird.

Yan Feng sat in the top position in the center, followed by Yan Weiwei, Lin Haitang and Xiao Yu on the left.

On the right side, Meng Lang was placed next to him, followed by Kong Wu, Junior Sister Kong, and finally Fan Shigang, who was at the bottom.

It looked like Meng Lang was caught between two little old men.

"Really? It's not that far from here. Are your parents in good health? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Well...my parents are both in good health, and they have a younger sister."

"Oh! So you are the only son in the family?" Yan Feng frowned even more.

"yes!"

"That's it... Then how did you and Weiwei meet?"

"Hey! What are you doing? Checking the household registration?" Yan Weiwei put down her chopsticks and frowned.

"Can't I ask about my own daughter's friends she has made outside?

I don’t know the basics, do you think I, a father, can rest assured? You think so, Xiao Meng? "

"Yes, yes! Actually, I happened to meet the landlord when I was renting a house. Our relationship is that of tenant and landlord."

"Rent?" Yan Feng frowned.

"Xiao Meng, what do you do? Why haven't you bought a house yet?"

Damn it! Your question sounds a bit like "why not eat minced meat".

Do you think that young people with rural registered permanent residence now go out to work and can buy an apartment in the city?

"My main business is insurance, and I also do some part-time jobs as a side job, such as this consultant, that consultant, etc. They are all empty titles and not worth mentioning.

This is my business card. By the way, Master Yan, have you bought insurance? Should you consider adding more protection for your later life? Meng Lang asked with a smile.

Everyone: "..."

Is it appropriate for you to sell insurance in this situation?

Are young people so enterprising?

Yan Weiwei was completely relieved when she saw Meng Lang showing that familiar smile that made her teeth tickle again.

This guy can always use all kinds of weird excuses to get people out of things that shouldn't be said or don't want to be said...

But...this guy seemed to have said it on the train.

It's not a good thing to have him take the initiative to sell insurance...

Meng Lang said about this.

It allows me, an insurance sales consultant who is not doing his job properly, to take the initiative to tailor-make and sell insurance for others.

One is hopeless.

One kind is one that I don’t want to save.

From this aspect, his insurance sales are, to a certain extent, no less than the "judgment" of the Lord of Hell...

"Insurance?"

Yan Feng looked at the business card in his hand that had the logo of China Life Insurance and "Sales Consultant Meng Lang" written on it, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Haha! Life and death are matters of destiny, wealth is in the sky, old man, I never think it is necessary to buy insurance.

What's yours is yours, not yours, and forcing it can easily backfire. "Yan Fengyi pointed out.

In his eyes, Meng Lang has been completely labeled as a suitor who is "not in the right family" and whose family background and personal abilities are all unsatisfactory.

Such people either covet Yan Weiwei's beauty, or they want to take a shortcut in life by being with a rich woman. No matter what, Yan Feng does not think that this is a suitable candidate for his wife.

Although he is a wife, naturally not everyone can catch his eye when it comes to recruiting a son-in-law for the Yan family.

Not to mention being the best among people, one must have outstanding ability in at least one aspect and be able to become Yan Weiwei's "good helper", in order to reach the passing mark.

"Hey! Master Yan, you are wrong. Insurance means preparing for tomorrow today, preparing for death when you are alive, parents preparing for their children, and preparing children when they are young.

It is true that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the sky, but there are also misfortunes and misfortunes, unexpected events!

You never know which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident, right?

Of course, if Master Yan can think this way, he must be an open-minded person. He takes life and death lightly, so fame and wealth should be taken lightly! "

As soon as Meng Lang spoke, Yan Feng's expression immediately changed.

"Hiss~"

Everyone present was stunned.

There was something in Yan Feng's words, and there was obviously something in Meng Lang's words, and he was rude in his remarks.

Everyone can see that the reason why Yan Feng puts all his hopes on Yan Weiwei is for the reputation and inheritance of Twelve Road Tan Legs.

It's okay to say it's for the family. If you insist that it's for fame and fortune, of course it's not an exaggeration...

But who is Yan Feng? They are all famous people in the circle, and the Yan family is a family with a long tradition of martial arts. The whole city of Anxi will tremble with every step of their feet.

How dare you, a junior, speak so rudely to a big boss?

Should we say that we don’t know how high the sky is, or that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers?

Even Yan Weiwei, who had lowered her head to deal with the food, couldn't help but raise her head again in astonishment and stared at Meng Lang strangely.

Hey hey! I know you're here to help me, but I didn't expect you to be so firm in your stance. Are you really going to fight me?

And why do I feel that you are more hostile to our old man than me?

Illusion?

Yan Weiwei's expression was a little complicated, she was half moved and half helpless.

Meng Lang is a capable person, but he is unreliable at ordinary times, but at critical moments he is really good!

"Hahaha!" When the atmosphere in the scene was awkward and solemn, Kong Wu, who was beside Meng Lang, suddenly patted Meng Lang on the shoulder.

That force almost knocked Meng Lang under the table.

"Haha! What a funny little guy. I didn't expect young people today to have such courage. Uncle Yan, we are getting old, haha!"

Kong Wu obviously wanted to ease the atmosphere and give Yan Feng a step down.

Although Yan Feng's face looked ugly, he was an elder and it was not easy for him to argue with his juniors over just one word.

What's more, Yan Weiwei finally agreed to participate in the mountain climbing meeting. If this caused her to walk away, it would be really not worth the gain.

"Well! We are indeed getting old and haven't gone out for a long time..." Yan Feng was obviously still angry.

The implication behind the words is that if he had gone out and walked around more, he wouldn't have allowed a junior to be so presumptuous in front of him.

"Yes, old man, you should go out and walk more, the world is really changing with each passing day.

Many high technologies can completely solve most of the problems that have troubled ordinary people in the past. For example..."

Meng Lang glanced at Yan Feng.

"It can do in vitro fertilization... If you want a boy, you can ask for a boy, if you want a girl, you can ask for a girl..."

"Pfft!" Yan Weiwei couldn't hold it back and spurted out a mouthful of tea.

Everyone: "..."

Originally, several people present felt that Yan Weiwei suddenly brought back a man this time. Could it be that there was some ambiguous relationship between the two of them.

This time, this idea was immediately extinguished.

If you have any thoughts about Yan Weiwei, you should express your connotation to his future father-in-law in public when they meet for the first time...

No matter how wonderful the brain circuitry is, people wouldn't commit suicide like this, right?

How does this look like you are here to get married?

Is this for revenge?