Chapter 83 The Counterattack of the Married Daughter (8)

Midsummer has arrived, and the days are not long until Fan Li's summer feast.

Ye Liansheng and Hui Yinhong were particularly attentive these days, and they served her comfortably without Ye Meng's initiative.

Ye Meng knew it well, this was the same as raising pigs in the countryside.

It's delicious and delicious. When the pigs are full of fat, it's time to kill them one by one.

On this day, Ye Liansheng looked at Ye Meng who was drinking coffee with a fatherly look on his face, and mysteriously said that he would take her to a good place.

Ye Meng knew that she was going to meet Mr. Zhuang's vixen wife.

In other words, the day to meet Fan Li is already on the agenda.

Trying to exchange the body of the adopted daughter for the glory of the family, this kind of thing can be done, the Ye family is really good.

Are you looking for some kind of mamasang training in disguise? Do you think you are training an oiran?

Ye Meng chuckled secretly, with no emotion on his expression, and even some expectation.

After all, she had experienced even more outrageous things than this, so when the system secretly tipped her off, she just laughed it off.

The meeting place was a Qingqing bar with a fairly artistic decoration style.

Probably in order to lower Ye Meng's precautions, they gave her some medicine or something to make her die in a daze, and mistakenly thought that she had fallen in love?

Ye Meng doesn't want to guess how bitches think. After all, they are not on the same level and it's really hard to guess.

"Oh~ Mr. Ye is such a coincidence. This daughter of yours is so pretty! Look at her tender skin, it's almost dripping with water!"

Ye Meng kept a confused and shy smile, secretly sizing up the woman in front of him.

Although he is already old, it is not too much to describe him as "charming".

It's no wonder that back then, Mr. Zhuang's son would rather have his family destroyed than stay with this woman.

"Mengmeng, call me auntie! It's not polite to call me auntie~"

"What's your name, Auntie? Mr. Ye, you are really good at joking. Please call me Sister Ling. It will make me look younger! Damn it, you see the fuss. You didn't give my little girl a red envelope or anything like that when we first met! I mainly go out these days.

I can’t even remember to bring cash!”

Ye Meng smiled and looked happy. He lowered his head and fiddled with it a few times, then raised his phone and showed the payment code.

"Sister Ling, it's okay. Mr. Ye said that this thing can also be used as money. I don't mind it!"

Ye Liansheng, Sister Ling: "."

A few minutes later, Ye Meng sat down and happily counted the numbers on her phone, while Sister Ling, who was forcing a smile on her face, was pulled aside by Ye Liansheng to plot something.

[Host, that woman is scolding you!]

[Host, your cheap daddy is coming up with ideas, asking that woman to consider filling you with sweet water!]

[Host, the woman refused, saying it was an insult to her professionalism! Host, please pay attention to me]

Ye Meng is not in the mood to watch a movie. How can those disgusting things be interesting as the numbers on her mobile phone are growing day by day?

It was also true that the discussion there took too long, and Ye Meng felt more and more bored, so he quietly slipped out of the door, planning to go out to have fun.

While walking, I stumbled into a club with an extremely exaggerated but interesting lobby decoration.

By chance, I caught up with a person who was kicked from a short distance away and hit the door a few steps away from Ye Meng with a bang.

Ye Meng blinked and looked at it, then raised his head and met a pair of extraordinarily deep eyes.

Dark brown pupils, narrow eye sockets, and a face with no expression, like a stiff and stereotyped portrait.
Chapter completed!