Chapter 22 What does 520 mean?
"What do you mean when a girl transfers 5200 to me?"
After walking through a long corridor, Fu Wangye asked casually.
Zhao Heng received a barrage of messages from Fu Wangye early in the morning but missed them because he slept in. Now that he finally woke up, he thought he had something important to tell him and called him back immediately: "..."
He asked, "Who gave you 5200? Is it Meng Guanzhi? How did you guys make such rapid progress last night?"
The garden inside the sanatorium was designed by a famous master specially invited by Yan He.
This was originally where she and Fu Jing planned to live in their old age.
Fu Wangye stood by the railing and looked at the small pond below.
He tutted, "Just answer whatever you're asked. Don't guess."
"I like you."
Zhao Heng yawned. "What does 520 mean? Even my three-year-old niece knows it."
"What if—"
Fu Wangye emphasized: "I'm talking about what if she has an ex who she dated for a long time and they just broke up? Even if her ex is not as good as you."
Zhao Heng: "...Thank you for your compliment."
Zhao Heng actually wanted to say that this guy is just treating you as a backup, but considering Fu Wangye's own conditions, he felt that this situation was unlikely.
He thought for a moment and said, "I think she finally realized that her ex was no good, and now she has come to her senses and turned back."
Fu Wangye hummed, "I think so too."
Just like what Zhao Heng said.
Even a three-year-old child knows what 520 means.
How could Meng Beizhi not know?
Moreover, she sent it to him after they had sex last night and she asked him about their relationship this morning.
The implication is obvious enough.
Zhao Heng: "...I think so." Or you should not think so well?
Fu Wangye didn't hear this.
He hung up the phone directly.
He felt that his and Zhao Heng's analyses were both correct.
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When Meng Beizhi arrived at the entrance of the sanatorium, Nan Ting was already waiting there.
"Shall I take you home?" Nan Ting asked.
Meng Beizhi said, "I have to go to the Meng family."
Just now when I went to see grandma.
Only to find out that she was not in the ward at all!
I called the nurse, but he was hesitant and refused to tell me where they were.
Meng Beizhi knew.
This is all Meng Wencheng's intention.
He was threatening her with his grandmother Ruan Qing.
However, she received a call from Sister Chen on the way, asking her to hurry back to attend the meeting.
Meng Beizhi asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing happened." Sister Chen's tone was not very good. "It's just that a variety show crew will be coming to record a program in a few days, and the director asked us to prepare in advance."
"How can the control tower record a variety show? What if there's interference?"
Meng Beizhi thought this was too ridiculous.
"Who says it's not?" Sister Chen also sighed, "But it's arranged this way, there's nothing we can do."
"Anyway, why don't you take some time this afternoon to come over for a meeting."
The phone was hung up.
Nan Ting asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Beizhi relayed Sister Chen's words, and Nan Ting said, "Didn't I tell you about this before? The contract was made by our law firm."
“…”
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The car stopped in front of Meng's house.
As soon as Meng Beizhi entered, he almost bumped into a man holding a safe.
And she recognized that safe.
It’s Ruan Qing’s stuff!
Su Xiu's voice just came from inside, "Let's sell all this junk. It looks really unlucky."
At the entrance.
There were many boxes piled up randomly.
Meng Beizhi looked gloomy.
"What are you doing?"
The servant who was packing up paused.
After seeing Meng Beizhi, his face showed a lot of panic and embarrassment.
"This is my mother's—"
Her voice trembled slightly: "Who allowed you to move?"
After Ruan Qing got into trouble, Meng Wencheng had all of Ruan Qing's belongings locked up.
Nothing else to talk about.
Meng Wencheng is very concerned about his reputation and has always cared about the outside world's evaluation of him.
not to mention.
He and Ruan Qing haven't divorced yet.
Meng Beizhi looked at the servants who dared not move.
Didn't make things difficult for them.
Turn and walk inside.
Su Xiu had already heard her voice.
She sat in the living room, sipping a cup of black tea.
"Beizhi is back?"
The voice was neither loud nor soft, and it was hard to tell what the tone was.
This is Su Xiu's usual attitude when facing Meng Beizhi.
The indifference that always appears on the surface seems more like a deliberate emphasis on one's own status.
Meng Beizhi swept his cold gaze over her, "Who told you to touch those things?"
"What's wrong?"
Su Xiu put down the teacup. She liked wearing cheongsam.
As if this would make her look more elegant.
Su Xiu raised her hand and stroked her hair, still smiling.
But hidden beneath this smile is the same malicious intent as Meng Nanyou's:
"They're all useless anyway. They're just gathering dust. Might as well sell them all."
She paused and said, "Actually, I originally wanted to throw them away, but seeing that they were still in great condition, I decided to sell them to supplement my household income—"
"Beizhi, you don't manage the household, so you don't know how much the household expenses are."
Pretending.
Meng Beizhi saw the contempt in her eyes.
The depression in my heart is piling up.
Her palms were clenched tightly, and only the pain of her nails digging into her flesh could keep her calm.
She spoke slowly and clearly, "Those are my mother's things."
A hint of darkness flashed across Su Xiu's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
She said with a half-smile: "It's only a matter of time. After all, he's been in a coma for so long and hasn't woken up yet. Who knows when he will—"
Not finished speaking
Meng Beizhi picked up the cup of water from the coffee table and poured it directly on Su Xiu's face.
The warm tea melted Su Xiu's delicate and elegant mask.
She screamed, "What are you crazy about?!"
Meng Beizhi has lost weight due to illness in recent years.
But she didn't show any sign of being weak due to illness.
She stood straight, looking down at Su Xiu with a cold and cruel look.
"Don't forget who you are. It's not your turn to make the decision here—"
"If she can't make the decision here, then who else can?!"
Meng Wencheng's majestic voice came.
"I allowed her to deal with these things. Do you still want to throw a glass of water on me?"
A scolding mixed with anger exploded in the living room.
Meng Wencheng's originally elegant face gradually became distorted.
He looked at Meng Beizhi with a frown on his face.
"Did you go to the nursing home today?"
Meng Beizhi was not afraid of his cold gaze at all, "Shouldn't I go?"
Meng Beizhi spoke slowly, "If I hadn't gone to the nursing home, would I have known that my mother had been sold by you?"
Almost every word was spoken through gritted teeth.
Meng Beizhi looked at the man in front of her, whom she called father by blood.
I just think he looks hideous.
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