Chapter 237 Fishing

When Wen Liang heard Meng Ce mention "my dad", his heart skipped a beat.

She lowered her eyes, picked up a large shrimp, peeled it slowly, and put it into her mouth.

After Meng Ce finished speaking, Wen Liang thought for a moment and swallowed the food in his mouth. "Hearing you say that, it does seem like you're deliberately targeting me."

Meng Ce nodded, "Of course he does. He gives me the feeling that he doesn't want to solve the problem, he only wants to solve my dad."

Wen Liang was amused by Meng Ce's statement.

"However, even if there is a problem with the materials, shouldn't the responsibility for this matter lie with the decoration company?"

Meng Ce explained, "The company is just an affiliate. My father is responsible for the materials."

Wen Liang nodded in understanding, picked up another prawn, looked up at Meng Ce's eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "Excuse me, are the decoration materials used by your father and others really okay? It's not that I don't trust you, but this is the key to the matter."

Meng Jintang is a kidnapper. It is not uncommon for people without morals and who violate the law to use substandard materials.

But in Meng Ce's eyes, Meng Jintang is his respected and beloved father, and he definitely trusts him unconditionally.

I’m afraid that Meng Jintang will accept his fate when he knows that he can’t overturn the verdict, and only Meng Ce will be kept in the dark.

Meng Ce said very firmly, "No problem. My father is very honest. He has been working in renovation for many years and has never encountered such a situation."

Hearing the words "very honest", Wen Liang lowered his eyelashes, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Wen Liang picked up a piece of braised pork for himself and said as he ate, "Have you ever thought about this situation? You just returned to China, don't know much about the current situation there, and are in a hurry to get a job, so you get cheated by the material supplier?"

Meng Ce paused and thought carefully, "There is indeed such a possibility."

Wen Liang took a sip of hot water and said, "How about this? I'll use my connections to get them to retest you, and we can also have a private institution do the test and see what the results are."

"If the test results are the same, there might really be a problem with the materials. If your father was unaware of it, then the supplier should be held responsible. If the owner successfully reports it, even if they are deliberately targeting him, there's nothing we can do about it."

"If the test results are different, it's most likely a false accusation. At that point, we'll have to wonder if there was collusion between the owner and officials."

Hearing Wen Liang's suggestion, Meng Ce's eyes showed joy, "Okay, Sister Wen Liang, thank you so much! If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do next!"

Wen Liang's eyes were calm, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. "You're welcome, let's eat. You just started your internship, don't let this affect your work."

"Uh-huh!"

Meng Ce nodded heavily.

Although he put away his smile, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

He looked up at Wen Liang from time to time, and then quickly lowered his head when Wen Liang looked back.

At first, when he started chatting with Wen Liang in Norway, it was mainly because Wen Liang looked like a Chinese and her appearance touched his heart.

Meng Ce never expected that he and Wen Liang had the same hometown.

After spending time together for a few times, Meng Ce's liking for Wen Liang gradually changed from superficial to profound, and shifted from appearance to character.

Her guidance on his work, her gentleness when taking care of Fu Shifan, and her righteousness when she offered to help made Meng Ce more convinced that his first impression was not wrong.

Wen Liang is the person I want.

So what if she is divorced?

Wen Liang raised his eyes and his gaze inadvertently met Meng Ce's.

Meng Ce pursed his lips and smiled, his big eyes slightly curved, his light brown pupils clear and transparent, like gems sinking in the water, filled with affection.

It looks quite simple.

It can be seen that Meng Ce never doubted whether his father would lie.

This is what young people are like, they have too little experience.

It would be fine if they were just ordinary friends, but if it came to choosing a future partner, Wen Liang would never choose him.

She has no interest in growing up with others.

If Meng Ce wasn't Meng Jintang's son, she would have probably turned around and left by now.

After dinner, the two went to the cinema in the mall to watch a movie.

The movie showtime hadn't started yet, so Meng Ce handed the popcorn he had just bought to Wen Liang. "Sister, please sit over there for a while. I'm going to the bathroom."

Wen Liang nodded.

Meng Ce left the cinema and followed the signs in the mall to find the restroom.

The restroom in the mall is in a remote location.

When Meng Ce passed the corner, he suddenly bumped into someone.

Then there was a "bang" and the milk tea fell to the ground. The packaging broke and the milk tea splashed everywhere.

Meng Ce subconsciously took two steps back, looked at the milk tea that had spilled all over the floor, and quickly raised his head and said, "Sorry, sorry."

The person in front of me is a young woman with fair skin and pretty face.

She looked at the spilled milk tea on the ground, a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes, but she still smiled faintly at Meng Ce, "It's okay, it's just a cup of milk tea."

As she spoke, she bent down to pick up the milk tea cup on the ground, turned around and walked back to the bathroom.

The men's and women's restrooms in the mall share a sink.

There is a trash can next to the sink and a few unused mops in the corner.

Meng Ce saw the woman throw the cracked milk tea cup into the trash can and then go to get the mop in the corner.

When Meng Ce saw this, he hurried forward and wanted to take the mop from the woman's hand, but he accidentally grabbed the woman's hand.

He quickly let go, his ears slowly turning red, "Sorry, give it to me, I'll go and drag it away."

The woman was about to speak when the cleaning lady, who was rinsing the mop, saw her and asked, "Girls, what are you doing with the mop?"

"Auntie, I'm sorry, my milk tea spilled and I was afraid someone would slip, so I wanted to mop it up." The woman explained with a faint smile. When she smiled, there were two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, which looked particularly beautiful.

The cleaner said, "Just leave it there, I'll mop it later."

"Auntie, thank you and thank you for your trouble."

The woman put the mop back in its place.

"Thank you." Meng Ce also said.

The woman turned around and was about to leave when Meng Ce called out to her, "Little sister!"

The woman stopped and turned to look at him with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm sorry I knocked your milk tea over. I'll transfer the money to you and you can go buy another cup."

Hearing this, the woman pursed her lips and smiled, then waved her hand, "No need."

Meng Ce watched her turn and leave. For a moment, he felt that her profile looked very much like Wen Liang from a certain angle.

After a moment of stunned silence, the woman had already walked away.

Meng Ce sighed helplessly, turned around and went into the men's bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, the woman looked back and saw that Meng Ce had not caught up with her. She breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by solemnity.

This was the first time Xie Mu did this. His palms were sweaty from nervousness and his facial muscles were almost stiff from smiling.

But there was no turning back, her father was still waiting for her in the hospital.

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Meng Ce returned to the cinema and sat down next to Wen Liang.

Wen Liang picked up a piece of popcorn and ate it. "What's on your shoes?"

Meng Ce glanced down and saw many gray-yellow spots on his white shoes. "Just now, I accidentally knocked a little sister's milk tea off and splashed it on them."

Wen Liang didn't care and changed the subject.