Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

The reason why Meng Ziheng was willing to stand up to clarify the rumors was because he received photos of himself and Song Ye going in and out together and being secretly photographed. He could endure the pressure on him, but he didn't want to let his friends get involved, so when the old man of the Meng family asked for clarification at the banquet, he just agreed.

I never thought that the old man of the Meng family was a drunkard, not drinking, and he was caught off guard when he came to the stage.

"Grandpa." With a gloomy face, Meng Ziheng stepped forward and stepped into the spotlight.

"Ziheng, grandpa is getting old, the Meng family is an inheritance that has been passed down from generation to generation, and you will be responsible for it from now on. Tong'er grew up in my Meng family, and you are the most suitable child for you. In the future, I can help you straighten the entire Meng family. Jiye, Grandpa sincerely wishes you all." Mr. Meng's sincere fists on the stage were almost without tears, but the applause from the audience was thunderous, which was true and false, but it was unknown.

Song Ye stood under the stage with a glass of wine, and his eyes were full of ridicule like the others.

When it comes to superficial writing skills, Jiang is still old and hot, so how could Meng Ziheng be the opponent of Mr. Meng? With his ancestral heritage and the old man's wishes, one after another high hats are buckled. No matter how unwilling Meng Ziheng is to oppose, he can't be on the spot. attack.

"Tong'er, come up." Then, when Meng Ziheng remained silent, Mr. Meng looked to the right and called out softly.

Everyone turned their gazes, but after seeing the background board of the high platform, Fu Tonger, who was wearing a graceful and delicate aqua blue embroidered cheongsam, held her hair in a bun, walked towards the high platform with picturesque eyebrows, and finally stood beside Mr. Meng. Rao, like a pure lotus blooming in water.

"Tsk, don't tell me, Fu Tong'er is the best-looking and most temperamental lady I've ever seen when I grew up, as if it was completely tailor-made for Ziheng, Mr. Meng chose to put him at this time. Pulling her to the front of the stage can be said to be a brilliant move." At this time, it was Le Mingyu who saw the Meng family's good tactics.

There were only a few people who were close to Meng Ziheng who offered their grief and sympathy.

Male talent and female appearance, perfect match.

This is the standard of judgment for outsiders, but no one has ever paid attention to whether Mencius Heng liked it or not.

At least from Meng Ziheng's tense face, there was no joy for the time being, but even so, this engagement banquet introduced in advance made the guests and hosts enjoy themselves.

Mencius stood on the stage, listening to the thunderous applause, his eyes fell on Mr. Meng who was just a step away, looking at his satisfied appearance with a smile, and Fu Tonger's premeditated silk embroidered cheongsam, his heart stopped. It kept getting cold and empty, as if it had fallen into a cold, icy sky.

He was raised by his grandfather. He started to hold a writing brush when he first learned to sit. When other people's children were playing outside, he would sit in the study and endorse books. He taught him once a day and told him that Meng Ziheng was The hope of the entire Meng family exists for the Meng family.

His hard work became an instinct for a long time later, and even he felt that it was his responsibility to maintain the Meng family. If it weren't for the matter of getting married, he still didn't realize that his life would have been shackled long ago. And this unforeseen engagement banquet gave him a slap in the face.

The cruel facts told him that he was not the hope of the Meng family, but a slave of the Meng family, bearing the dust that was destined to be sacrificed under this heavy foundation.

He didn't remember how he walked off the high platform later. When he reacted, he was already curled up, sitting in the corner of the corridor, a hand dropped from the top of his head, and he lightly pressed his head. A voice came over, "Friends, they're all looking for you."

Everyone is worried about you.

Meng Ziheng regained consciousness from the stiffness, and only then did he look up at the young man in white clothes and pants in front of him. It seemed that he was not used to doing this kind of soothing gesture. Her posture was a little different, but she just patted his head. , then put his hands back into his pockets and stood quietly beside him.

Without extra care and comfort, Meng Ziheng also knew that Song Ye was not good at this, but at this moment, compared to the talkative Gu Yitong, Song Ye's silent company made him feel more at ease, and he kept a few words. Deplorable dignity.

After wiping his face, he supported the wall and stood up again, moving his numb legs and feet, his face had recovered calmly, "Let's go." No matter when or where, Meng Ziheng couldn't Let outsiders see the joke.

The sixteen-year-old boy has actually shouldered a lot on his small shoulders.

He is not as free and fearless as Song Ye, and Song Ye could not understand his shackles and heaviness before.

It's just that when I saw it this time, Ben Quan repaid his favor for connecting him with Lu Siyu.

"If you want to leave the Meng family, I can help you." Song Ye stood still and didn't move, his cold voice was particularly clear in the silent aisle.

Mencius Ziheng, who was walking in the front, paused, slightly surprised, and remembered the inexplicable words Song Ye said in the wild that day.

"Do you really have such ability?" In the past, he might have dismissed such rhetoric, but after getting along with him during this period of time, he still knew a little about Song Ye's temperament.

She will never take action if she is not sure.

Song Ye is a man of his word.

"At least in this Shishi, I can still be the master." Song Ye told the truth lightly. In fact, looking at the entire Luo Province, she could be considered a cover.

But such a humble speech made Meng Ziheng's heart startled, hesitant for a moment, and he asked again, "What if I want to take down the Meng family?"

Song Ye raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said calmly, "It's not difficult."

This answer was arrogant, even arrogant, but for no reason, Meng Ziheng believed her.

He has always felt that Song Ye is not as simple as it looks on the surface. Even with Wang Qianqian's identity, he often shows a look of jealousy towards Song Ye. He is not a fool, so how could he not notice the difference.

Thinking of the ups and downs of this period and the actions of the grandfather whom he has respected for many years, Meng Ziheng's expression suddenly froze, and he clenched his fists and said solemnly: "I want to take down the Meng family, no matter what the price is."

Song Ye admired his attitude of not escaping. He stepped forward and walked over. Standing beside him, he lightly mentioned, "Dormant, sometimes for a better counterattack."

Blindly twisting your neck and not bowing your head will only tighten the rope around your neck, and smart people will know how to follow the trend.