Chapter 199: It's hard to make money and it's hard to eat shit. Why is this mission so hard to complete?
Shen Que quickly took a tissue to wipe her mouth, and with his other hand he gently stroked her back, saying softly, "Slow down."
Meng Zhiyi no longer cared about anything else. She pushed his hand away and looked at Meng Zhizhou in disbelief: "Brother! Do you still have a conscience? I'm only 19 years old and haven't graduated from college yet. Do you really want to kick me out of the house?"
After that, she choked twice in a hypocritical manner, raised her hand to wipe her dry eyes, and continued to accuse: "I know, you still dislike me and think that I am a nuisance to you at home."
"Or are you so eager to kick me out, and then use the same method to kick my other brothers out, so that you can monopolize the Meng family's wealth!?"
"If that's true, you can just say it directly, there's no need to use such roundabout means!"
Meng Zhiyi performed hard.
Everyone at the table fell silent.
Shen Que found it amusing and helpless, and could only cooperate, holding his dramatic girlfriend in his arms and caressing her gently.
"That's not what I meant, don't let your imagination run wild."
Meng Zhiyi hid in his arms, choking and saying she didn't believe it.
But in my heart:
[It feels like I haven't acted like a demon in front of them for a long time. I need to make my presence felt.]
[Alas, money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat, why is this mission so difficult to complete. 】
[How about I find an opportunity to show off my cooking skills to them, and then poison them all and send them all away.]
[It's worth hating, even the resentment after death counts. 】
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The Meng family members suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. They looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus.
That is to say, the food Meng Zhiyi gives you from now on must not be eaten lightly.
Meng Zhizhou secretly sighed and said, "I originally prepared a dowry of 100 million yuan. Since you don't want to, then it's okay not to get married."
"What?" Meng Zhiyi raised her head from Shen Que's arms and asked, "How much dowry did you say?"
"One hundred million." Meng Zhizhou answered without blinking.
Meng Zhiyi's originally bitter face was immediately replaced by a smile.
She rubbed her hands together and continued with a smile: "Then you can give me the dowry first, and I can get married when I want to."
Meng Zhizhou paused for a moment while picking up the food, looked up at Meng Zhiyi, who was obsessed with money, and said, "Your abacus beads are all jumping on my face."
"I'm giving it to you now. Don't I have to prepare another one for you when you get married?"
Hearing this, Meng Zhiyi's face suddenly fell.
"Miserable!" She pursed her lips, then picked up the braised pork ribs in the bowl and took a big bite.
The Meng family members all tried to hold back their laughter.
At this time, Meng's mother picked up a meatball with a serving chopstick and put it into Meng Zhiyi's bowl, saying softly, "Don't listen to your elder brother's nonsense. If he doesn't give it to you, Mom will."
Meng Zhiyi glanced at the meatballs in the bowl and wrinkled her face slightly, but when she heard what her mother said, a smile immediately broke out on her face.
"Thank you, Mom."
After he finished speaking, Meng Zhiyi used chopsticks to pick up the meatballs in the bowl.
Seeing this, Shen Que, who was standing by, had no choice but to help her put the meatballs into her bowl, and then picked up some spare ribs for her.
Meng Mu looked at Shen Que's action in some confusion, and then heard him say: "Auntie, Yiyi doesn't like fatty meat and won't eat it at all."
The meatballs were fat and lean, and Meng Zhiyi didn't like them.
Mother Meng nodded somewhat ashamedly, then placed the plate of braised spareribs directly in front of Meng Zhiyi.
After finishing the meal, Meng Zhiyi felt sleepy.
She yawned lazily, then tugged at Shen Que's clothes and muttered, "I want to sleep."
This is a habit I developed during my seven days in the hotel.
After each intimate moment, Shen Que would personally carry her to the bathroom to wash her, and then carry her back to bed to coax her to sleep.
As a result, she now subconsciously wants Shen Que to accompany her.
Shen Que took her hand, then looked at the other members of the Meng family nervously.
Mr. and Mrs. Meng were each doing their own thing, looking as if they hadn't heard anything.
Meng Ting frowned, still unable to accept that his younger sister was abducted by a man.
Meng Yanchuan adjusted his glasses and said, "What are you looking at us for?"
"If Zhiyi wants to sleep, take her back to her room." Meng Yiyang was drinking a glass of water.
Meng Zhizhou, who was looking down at his phone, said without raising his head: "Her bedroom is on the left side of the second floor."
Shen Que coughed lightly and had to gently respond to Meng Zhiyi: "Then I'll accompany you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Meng Zhiyi naturally stretched out her hands towards him.
Shen Que smiled dotingly, then in front of everyone in the Meng family, he picked her up like a child.
Meng Zhiyi leaned comfortably on his shoulder, drowsy.
Soon, Shen Que carried Meng Zhiyi back to the bedroom.
Although he had been here before, the interior decoration looked very girly, with every corner decorated according to the preferences of little girls.
From these details, we can see that the Meng family was actually very happy when they first took their daughter back.
He walked around to the bed with ease, then put Meng Zhiyi on the bed and took off her shoes and coat.
"Do you want to hear more stories?" Shen Que sat on the edge of the bed, his fingertips gently stroking the messy hair around her ears.
"No!" Meng Zhiyi opened his eyes reflexively after hearing these three words from the story.
She is now traumatized by these three words. She will recall how she had her hands tied and had to stay in one position while listening to the story of the Big Bad Wolf and the Little Rabbit for a whole hour!
"What I'm talking about is a simple bedtime story." Shen Que was amused by her reaction, and a slight laugh escaped from his lips.
"I don't want that either!" Meng Zhiyi refused directly and buried her face in his hands.
[You are just telling a story, but I am not just listening. ]
[Who can handle those images in my mind?]
Shen Que curled his lips silently, letting her use his hand as a pillow, his eyes filled with love and tenderness.
After a few minutes, Meng Zhiyi's breathing became even.
Shen Que gently returned his hand, helped her lean back on the pillow, and then sat quietly beside the bed to accompany her.
After a long while, he looked at the sky outside the window, then leaned over and kissed Meng Zhiyi on the face, and whispered, "Baby, good dream."
At the same time, Meng Tinglan was like a door god. After Shen Que carried Meng Zhiyi into the room, he sat at the entrance of the stairs.
If Shen Que hadn't closed the door, he would probably have just been guarding the door.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Meng Tinglan turned around quickly and saw that Shen Que had quietly closed the door.
He quickly looked Shen Que up and down, making sure that his clothes were neat and tidy, and then he felt relieved.
"Although my parents and brother all recognize you, I don't. If you make my little sister sad, I don't care if you are the prince of the Beijing circle or not, I still won't forgive you." Meng Tinglan made harsh words in a very awkward manner.
Shen Que nodded calmly: "Okay."
"Okay then. I'll reluctantly let you enter the observation period." After saying that, Meng Tinglan trotted away.
Although Meng Zhiyi called him fourth brother, he still felt somewhat guilty in front of Shen Que, who was five years older than him.
Shen Que didn't take Meng Tinglan's words to heart. He went downstairs directly, said goodbye to the Meng family, and left for the company.
He also missed a lot of work during these seven days.
Meng Zhiyi slept until the evening. When she opened her eyes, she subconsciously looked around the room. After not finding Shen Que, she picked up her cell phone.
When she clicked on it, she found that Shen Que had sent her WeChat messages two hours ago. The first message was telling her to go back to the company first, the second was asking her if she wanted to eat tiramisu, and the third message was a few minutes ago, asking her if she was awake.
However, before Meng Zhiyi had time to reply to him, Qiao Shu's video popped up.
As soon as the video call was connected, Qiao Shu's pretty face came over and stared at her through the screen: "Meng Zhiyi, are you missing? I can't contact you for seven days?"