Chapter 100 The lives of cattle and horses are also lives

【Mengjia Restaurant】

"What did you say?"

Fu Wenying suddenly dropped the glass in her hand heavily on the table. "Qinqin went to Sudan?"

Meng Yanchen slowly cut into the sunny-side-up egg on the plate. "She's always been idealistic, you know. Just like when the Wangxiang earthquake happened, she went there too. They were both disaster areas, no different."

"Can this be the same?"

Fu Wenying frowned and looked at her son in disbelief. "She went to Wangxiang to look for Song Yan. Now, Sudan is at war every day. How could the daughter of our Meng family go to such a dangerous place?"

"Old Meng!"

She suddenly turned to her husband and said, "Listen to what Yanchen said! Is your son crazy?"

Meng Huaijin put down the teacup, "Yanchen, don't you love Qinqin the most? She wanted to go, why didn't you stop her?"

"I arranged it."

Meng Yanchen put down his cutlery, and the entire restaurant fell silent.

He slowly raised his head, and the oppressive feeling emanating from him made the air at the dining table become thinner.

"She is also a member of the Meng family. After being protected for more than 20 years, it's time for her to do something for the family."

Fu Wenying and Meng Huaijin froze instantly.

How could such words come out of their son's mouth so eloquently?

"Guokun will obtain the medical insurance designated qualification this year."

Meng Yanchen slowly wiped the corner of his mouth. "We need a positive image that responds to the country's call. Xu Qin's resume is very suitable. He was trained by the Meng family, graduated from a prestigious university, and volunteered to be a doctor in a war zone."

"She signed the consent form herself."

He leaned over and pushed the tablet in front of his parents. "Why don't you take a look at this morning's financial headlines?"

On the screen, the stock price chart of Guokun Group was soaring, and the accompanying picture was Xu Qin's back at the airport.

The title reads: "Meng's daughter rushes to the war zone, Guokun Medical practices social responsibility."

"Father, Mother, I am the one who is now at the helm of Guokun. You two elders don't need to worry about these trivial matters. If you want to make any other arrangements for Xu Qin, please consider Guokun first."

He stood up and bowed slightly, "I'm going to the company first, enjoy your meal."

It was not until she heard the sound of the door closing that Fu Wenying woke up from her dream and grabbed her husband's wrist.

"Huai Jin, Yan Chen..."

Meng Huaijin looked at the direction his son left, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"He's grown up."

He gently patted Fu Wenying's hand and said with a smile, "I think it's good. This makes him more like your son."

Fu Wenying glared at her husband, "What are you talking about?"

She tapped her fingertips lightly on the table. "Did you see that look in his eyes just now? Is this the manners we teach you?"

Meng Huaijin chuckled and reached out to hold his wife's hand. "Do you still remember the batch of goods our family had stuck at customs in 1993? When you went to the customs alone to negotiate, your eyes were much sharper than my son's just now."

"Old Meng!"

Fu Wenying suddenly interrupted him, but the corners of her tense mouth had already relaxed. "Who am I doing that for? It's for your Meng family."

"Yes, yes, yes,"

Meng Huaijin smiled and pinched her fingers. "We were fighting for our country back then, and my son is defending it. Isn't that more like you?"

Meng Yanchen's Lincoln was parked downstairs of Dexian Building at 7:30. After watching Fan Shengmei enter the building, more than half an hour has passed.

Qin Yu glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror and saw Meng Yanchen's face was terribly gloomy.

He couldn't help it and secretly sent a message to Chen Mingyu.

How are things going over there?

Chen Mingyu glanced at Fan Shengmei who was eating a sandwich and quickly replied,

[I can eat, drink, and sleep. How about you? ]

【I was able to endure and not get drunk.】

Chen Mingyu replied immediately, [Fuck, are they arguing again?]

Qin Yu made a bitter face.

[Workers have a hard life]

[First couplet: I suffer when my boss quarrels]

Chen Mingyu responded immediately, [Second line: I want to end the cold war between lovers], and the horizontal banner [The lives of cattle and horses are also lives]

Qin Yu stifled a laugh as he typed, "Okay, contact me anytime if anything happens. Miss Fan is Mr. Meng's emotional switch, and our lives depend on her."

Chen Mingyu replied immediately:

"Forget it! Last time, I mentioned that Mr. Meng loves oatmeal, and I almost got exiled to Africa. I still don't know what landmine I stepped on."

Qin Yu almost burst out laughing:

[You're lucky if you didn't die from stepping on a landmine accurately. I'd rather not ask you. I'm not afraid of godlike opponents, I'm afraid of pig-like teammates. Good luck to you.]

Chen Mingyu sent a crying face:

[It's probably going to be hard to get back to headquarters, so I can only hang out with Miss Fan. At least she'll give me a quick win before she gets angry.]

Suddenly, a light cough was heard from the back seat. Qin Yu hurriedly locked the screen. In the rearview mirror, Meng Yanchen was staring at him coldly.

"Very free?"

Qin Yu immediately stiffened his neck and said, "No, no, Mr. Meng, are we going back to the company now?"

"How is she?" Meng Yanchen asked.

Qin Yu was stunned. What should he say?

Saying Miss Fan is fine? The boss will feel that he is not important to her and will be sad;

If you say you have something to do, your boss will be even more upset.

After weighing the pros and cons between "sad" and "even sadder", Qin Yu spoke cautiously.

"Miss Fan doesn't seem to have much of an appetite this morning. She barely ate two bites of breakfast."

The main focus is on a thoughtful report, all based on imagination.

Meng Yanchen sighed heavily, his expression becoming even gloomier.

"Send a portion of what she likes to eat to each of her departments."

"Okay, Mr. Meng."

Guokun President's Office

Meng Yanchen sat in the office, flipping through page after page of documents in his hands.

It was as if everything around him was against him. Papers either stuck together and couldn't be separated, or they just scatter to the ground with a clatter.

The ink from the signature pen is intermittent;

Even the air-conditioning direction seemed different from usual.

The upbringing ingrained in him did not allow him to sweep his desk, smash things, or lose his temper.

He could only sit quietly and silently digest all his emotions, as if he had returned to the gradually drained Meng Yanchen.

He threw the document on the table in annoyance, his eyes once again falling on the silent phone.

The screen is dark and there is no message prompt.

He picked up his phone and opened the dialog box with Fan Shengmei.

He tapped his fingers on the screen and deleted everything.

After repeating it several times, I finally sent out only four words:

I miss you so much

The phone screen quickly went dark, like a pool of stagnant water.

He opened the photo album on his phone and turned to the video of his birthday night.

In the picture, butterflies are flying all over the sky under the starlight, and her smile is so bright.

But now, he made her cry heartbreakingly.

His heart felt like it was being pricked by countless fine needles. This was what he deserved. This pain was probably not even one ten-thousandth of what she had endured.

“Buzz—”

My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from the [Auspicious (3) Treasure] group.

Jiang Yu: [I'm back. Let's get together tonight. I still have two days off and want to have a couple of drinks.]

Meng Yanchen replied almost immediately: [Okay.]

Bao Yifan followed closely behind: "Two drinks is fine, who of you will pay the bill first?"