"This is my brother, Tang Shuo." Tang Huan introduced them to each other with a smile, "This is our neighbor next door, Wei Ye."

Tang Shuo nodded, "I've seen him before. This one is quite lively, isn't it?"

"..." Wei Ye smiled wryly, "Indeed, I have seen him. Sister Tang Huan, I'm leaving first."

Slander! Absolutely slander! When has he ever been there to watch the fun?

Isn’t that all the fun that comes to you?

After Wei Ye left, Tang Huan asked them where they had met before, but Tang Shuo refused to say.

She tried to ask indirect questions but failed to get any clues.

Comrade Xing Cui is already at home, and so is Meng Zeyan. They came back together.

Tang Shuo came to the door with something in his hand, and Xing Cui pulled him aside and scolded him, "What's wrong with this kid? He always comes to get something, why are you so polite?"

While Tang Shuo was greeting Comrade Xing Cui, Tang Huan secretly winked at Meng Zeyan. It had been a week since they last met!

Meng Zeyan looked at her with a smile. He understood the saying that one day without seeing her felt like three years.

On the other side, Meng Qinghe knew that his wife had returned home, so he did not go back to the dormitory after get off work and prepared to go home.

After all, I am old and homesick. I feel bad if I don’t go home for a while.

As soon as I walked a short distance out of the factory gate, I was stopped by someone with his arms crossed.

Seeing that the other person was a lesbian, Meng Qinghe took two steps back and asked, "Comrade, what are you doing?"

The person who came to look for someone was Su Ruo, whom Tang Huan met in the hospital. She had come several times but had never seen Meng Qinghe leave the factory.

She didn't dare to go to the concierge to ask, and could only wait outside.

"Uncle, my name is Su Ruo, and I'm a colleague of Zeyu." Su Ruo put down his arms and introduced himself to Meng Qinghe.

Meng Zeyu's colleague Meng Qinghe had seen her before and even attended the funeral, but he hadn't seen her. "Why haven't I seen you? Do you want to talk to me?"

Su Ruo lowered her head sadly, her voice choked, "I'm sorry, uncle. I was sick during Zeyu's funeral, so I couldn't go."

She couldn't go because she and Meng Zeyu were not in the same department and they didn't have much contact with each other.

But I don't know why there are so many rumors. Fortunately, few people believe them. If she goes, it will confirm the rumors.

Thinking she was just here to apologize, Meng Qinghe sighed and comforted her slowly, "It wasn't your intention to get sick, so what's there to apologize for? Go back quickly, it's freezing cold."

"Uncle, I'm not just apologizing, I have something else to tell you." It's said that the elderly love the young, and Su Ruo didn't believe that Meng Qinghe could be indifferent to his son's death. "I know a very powerful master. I asked him to calculate Tang Huan's horoscope, and she is a husband-killer.

Zeyu was killed by her, she was a jinx, without her, Zeyu would be fine!"

Su Ruo spoke quickly and anxiously, fearing that Meng Qinghe would not believe her. After she finished speaking, she added, "I can take you to see the gentleman. Everything I said is true."

After hearing her words, Meng Qinghe frowned, and there was no kindness on his face anymore. "How did you know Xiao Huan's horoscope?"

After Zeyu's death, he and his wife had also thought about it. It's not that they hadn't thought of this, but they couldn't blame the accident on a little girl.

Instead of being shocked, he was questioned.

Su Ruo was puzzled. "Uncle, don't you understand what I mean? I'll take you to see the teacher and let him tell you that Tang Huan is a troublemaker."

"I'm asking you, how did you know Xiao Huan's birth chart?" Meng Qinghe got angry. They all knew Tang Huan's birthday, but no one knew her specific birth chart. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)