Chapter 807 The Old Lady is Sick

Since that meeting, Qiao Yanmeng has been inexplicably respected every time she appears in the public eye.

Those who had ignored her before now called her leader and tried to please her when they met.

That's strange.

Qiao Yanmeng originally thought that they were hatching a huge conspiracy, but she was extremely sensitive to danger and really didn't feel the danger coming recently.

She pondered for a long time and came up with a possibility.

"Did you help me?" Qiao Yanmeng found Zhan Tingbei who was learning boxing with the third elder and others, and asked casually while he was taking a break.

"What?" Zhan Tingbei wiped the sweat from his face and answered casually.

Qiao Yanmeng said sternly, "When those people saw me before, they wanted to eat me, but now they are offering me sacrifices, afraid of making me unhappy. You must have done something."

A smile flashed across Zhan Tingbei's dark and deep eyes.

He gently scratched her nose, his voice full of pampering: "What can I do? You are more authoritative after all."

Qiao Yanmeng curled her lips and sat down. She followed his gaze and saw little Naitian learning Tai Chi with He Xiao.

The two kids, one big and one small, were exhausted at this moment, their legs were shaking and their cheeks were red.

The great elder sat there solemnly, skimming off the foam from his teacup. He glanced at them and shouted angrily, "Don't shake your legs!"

The little girl gritted her teeth tightly, her face turning red. He Xiao was even worse, and it looked like he couldn't hold on any longer.

"He Xiao, you are not as good as Chenchen, a five or six-year-old kid. You really bring shame to your ancestors." The third elder took a sip of wine and laughed.

He Xiao couldn't hold back his pride, so he gritted his teeth and decided to fight to the end.

But this time, the little milk ball did not show any weakness at all, and after more than ten minutes, this small body had not collapsed yet.

Qiao Yanmeng felt a little distressed.

"What are you two doing?" she asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The third elder stroked his beard with a smile, "Last time, He Xiao couldn't beat Chen Chen. I'll let him compete with Chen Chen in the next few days. If he can't beat him again, I'll let him go back to farming."

Good man, you really hit He Xiao’s weakness.

At this time, Qiao Yanmeng's cell phone rang.

It was a video call from Shen Youran.

Qiao Yanmeng smiled and answered the call.

Shen Youran’s pretty little pink and white face immediately squeezed into the screen. As soon as she saw Qiao Yanmeng, she immediately burst into tears.

"What's going on?" Qiao Yanmeng thought she was being bullied. "Did Leng Qingling come looking for you again?"

Shen Youran shook her head. "No, Sister Meng, when will you come back? I miss you so much! I dreamed last night that you were injured and bullied by bad people..."

Qiao Yanmeng: “…”? ? ?

How come this guy's dream came true?

She was a little helpless, "I'm fine, we'll be back in a few days."

"By the way, Sister Meng, I heard that something happened to the Zhan family recently. It was rumored online that the old lady of the Zhan family was sick. Do you know about this?" Shen Youran asked.

Qiao Yanmeng's brows furrowed immediately. "When did it happen?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Zhan Tingbei, who was holding the little girl in his arms, with no expression of surprise on his face.

"Ah? You don't know. It seemed to have happened recently. But I was in the hospital and found out later, maybe a few days ago." Shen Youran spoke in a daze.

"Let's not talk about it for now." Qiao Yanmeng hung up the phone immediately.

Ask Zhan Tingbei directly if he knows about this.

"My family called and said it's not too serious." Zhan Tingbei smiled and hid the dark light in his eyes.

Qiao Yanmeng immediately took out her cell phone and booked him a ticket back home as soon as possible.

"It's really nothing." Zhan Tingbei laughed: "Don't you want me to stay here with you?"

As he spoke, he put his arm around her shoulders and his eyes turned dark.

Qiao Yanmeng said seriously, "You have been with me for a long time. You should also take care of the things at home. Auntie's health has not been good to begin with. She needs someone to accompany her the most at this time. She likes you so much. Maybe if you go back, she will get better faster."

Zhan Tingbei's eyes froze, as if he was thinking.

"Well, you can take Little Milk back with you. Things have been a bit turbulent here lately, and letting him go back will make Auntie happy." Qiao Yanmeng added:

"Besides, you have already cleared the obstacles for me. There is no risk for me to stay here. I will come back to find you after I finish my business."

Finally, she managed to convince Zhan Tingbei, and the next morning, she sent him and Xiao Naituan away.

Although she was reluctant, she knew that there was someone who needed Zhan Tingbei more than her at this moment.

But once the two of them left, she seemed much more bored, and the screening and elimination of more than 300 new trainees soon came to an end.

Next, she plans to set up a monitoring team to conduct random checks on everyone's training results at regular intervals.

Ten days later, this plan was unanimously approved by everyone.

When the Supervisory Group was first established, public resentment was boiling and many people clamored to abolish it. However, Qiao Yanmeng invited them for a talk, and after a friendly conversation, all these people became obedient.

Qiao Yanmeng thought it was time to go back.

Just at this time, something big happened on Jiyue Island.

The great elder's junior fellow came to challenge him to a duel.

"Why does that damn thing always haunt us? He comes back every three years. Isn't it bad enough that he lost? Really, is he sick in the brain, or is he obsessed with winning?" The third elder was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and advised the first elder not to bother with that strong guy.

The second elder also meant this.

The great elder looked at the letter in his hand, stroked his gray beard, and said nothing for a long time.

Qiao Yanmeng couldn't bear to watch it anymore. "What kind of duel? If the master's body allows, it can actually open our eyes."

"There's no need to broaden your horizons. That thing is just a brain-dead thing, and I don't know where it is in the world.

Every time he comes, he brings some strange things. Oh, by the way, last time he brought a medicine that can temporarily enhance his strength. He took one before the duel with your master, but he was still beaten to a pulp by your master!" The third elder clearly disdained this man.