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    "Come here." Meng Jiu looked at her, smiled gently, and stretched out an arm towards her, "Come here, I'll tell you a story."

    Feng Shizhen moved the hand holding the utility knife.

    Heavy footsteps came after me.  Before Feng Shizhen had time to turn around, the person had already pressed her shoulder with one hand, forcibly snatched away the utility knife hidden behind her back with the other hand, and threw it on the floor with a snap.

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡± Meng Jiu suddenly screamed out of control, grabbed a large ball of paint and threw it at Feng Shizhen.

    The person who took the knife pulled Feng Shizhen back, blocking the front with his tall body.  The paint hit the man's expensive suit, and a little bit fell on his thin and defined cheek.

    Two footmen ran in immediately, holding a thick cotton rope, throwing Meng Jiu to the ground and tying him up with force.  Meng Jiu struggled wildly, kicked his legs, screamed and rolled, crying like a child who couldn't ask for a toy.

    "No, she is mine! Brother, you are evil! You bully me! I want her!"

    Meng Xu'an's face was as dark as the bottom of a burnt pot, and his deep and hoarse voice contained the repression before anger, "Take him down and clean him up. Let Dr. Chen come over and give him an injection!"

    The waiter responded hurriedly, and the two of them worked together to carry the struggling and crying Meng Jiu out of the side door of the studio.  Meng Jiu's playful voice was accompanied by the waiter's coaxing voice as he was locked behind the door.

    Before the goosebumps all over Feng Shizhen's body had time to subside, Meng Xu'an roughly pulled him out of the studio.

    "I'm sorry, Master Qi. I really didn't mean it!" Feng Shizhen followed staggeringly, trying to defend himself, "Master Ninth has always been polite before, I didn't expect him to suddenlyI'm sorry"

    After going downstairs and walking to the side door, Meng Xu'an pulled Feng Shizhen in front of him and looked directly into her eyes.  The two of them were so close that their bodies were almost touching.  Feng Shizhen could feel the masculine warmth on the man's body, mixed with the smell of foreign wine from his usual cigar.  Her heart was racing and she wanted to get out of the way, but found that she couldn't get away.

    Meng Xuan¡¯s breathing was heavy, like an angry lion.  He raised his hand and pinched Feng Shizhen's chin, forcing her to raise her face to face his gaze.

    "Do you know who he is?"

    Feng Shizhen lowered his eyes, still not looking at him, and said: "He said it himself Master Qi, I didn't go looking for him on purpose. I didn't know there was such a person like him before."

    "You know now." Meng Xu'an bared his teeth and sneered.

    Feng Shizhen finally glanced at him and said, "I'm not a lax person. Please don't worry, Master Qi. I will never tell anyone."

    "It doesn't matter if you say it." Meng Xu'an released her chin heavily, "It won't be long before everyone in Shanghai will know of his existence. As for you"

    Feng Shizhen lowered his head and said solemnly, "I will pretend that what just happened never happened."

    Meng Xuan snorted and let go of his hand.  Feng Shizhen fell out of his arms and staggered two steps before he stood still.

    "You are not a nosy person, Shizhen." Meng Xu'an said, "This is a good character, don't throw it away."

    "I know, Master Qi." Feng Shizhen adjusted his breathing, "By the way, Rong Jiashang told me just now that Hashimoto Shiori deliberately squeezed out Du Lanxin and married him with Jin Qilin."

    Meng Xu'an burst into laughter, "This Rong Jiashang of yours is really hot. But I don't think Rong Jiashang has finished his sentence. This deal is not just a marriage."

    "I will pay attention." Feng Shizhen said.

    "You make up your own mind." Meng Xu'an looked at her deeply and warned, "Don't get close to my brother again. Next time, the paint in his hand may not be paint."

    Feng Shizhen couldn't help it, raised his head and pushed back: "To be honest with Master Qi, I hope so too!"

    She turned around and opened the door, intending to say goodbye.

    "Stop!" Meng Xu'an looked at the thin dress on the woman's body, "Wait here, don't go anywhere!"

    He left Feng Shizhen and strode away.  Feng Shizhen was confused and could only guard at the door.

    Once you calm down, the surrounding sounds will be amplified.  Feng Shizhenku stood for a moment, and suddenly heard a faint cry coming from nowhere.

    Just now, he was frightened out of his wits by Master Meng Jiushao, and now he heard the strange crying. No matter how daring Feng Shizhen was, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

    What kind of shabby house does Meng Xuan live in?

    Feng Shizhen listened for a while, and suddenly felt that the cry sounded familiar.  She searched all the way, opened the door, and sawHe didn't even bother to put on his slippers and walked around on the floor with his bare feet.

    Meng Xu'an's eldest sister had been in love with Rong Dingkun in her early years, but was later abandoned by them. Feng Shizhen knew this.  Mrs. Rong was still pregnant at that time, and Rong Fanglin would be seventeen in the new year.  Therefore, eighteen years ago, Miss Meng was most likely pregnant with a child and went to the United States with her family, gave birth to the child in the United States, and then died of illness.

    The Meng family was a Hanlin family in the former Qing Dynasty, and the family tradition was extremely strict.  During the initial chat with Feng Shizhen, Meng Xu'an revealed that his grandfather and father were old-fashioned and conservative, and they especially didn't like women to go out and show off.  Miss Meng was taught by a teacher at home. She learned traditional and elegant music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry. It is said that she was also very good at painting flowers and birds with fine brushwork.

    It is not difficult for Feng Shizhen to imagine how much such a lady who looks like she stepped out of an ancient painting would fascinate Rong Dingkun, who loves elegant women the most.  But Rong Dingkun's love for women is like a child's love for colorful fruit candies. After just a few licks here, he sees something delicious there and throws away his hands and runs away.

    And for a conservative family like the Meng family, even if they later moved to the United States, they would still regard their daughter's pregnancy before marriage as a great shame and humiliation.  So the nephew became the younger brother and the uncle became the elder brother.  And Rong Dingkun has a son.  Rong Jiashang has a younger brother who is two years younger than him!

    After clearing his thoughts, Feng Shizhen felt cold all over his body, and his feet were so cold that he lost consciousness.  She sneezed and hurriedly crawled back into the quilt, shivering.

    When he thought of Meng Jiu's crazy and irritable look, Feng Shizhen couldn't help but smile bitterly.  Even if he was brought in front of Rong Dingkun, he wouldn't recognize such a son, right?  For a cold and selfish person like him, his wife, concubines, and children are all the things he uses to dress up his appearance.  His love for his eldest son as the heir is obviously speculative. As for the mentally disturbed son born to his old lover, he probably wishes that he would die with his mother.

    Meng Xu'an obviously knew Rong Dingkun's evil nature, so he hid and protected his nephew.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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