The lights are bright, the cars speeding by, the battery cars on the locomotive lane, the occasional people on the sidewalk, it took a long time for Zhang Mengjie to confirm that he was not dreaming, the most important thing is that he is standing in mid-air now. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of Xiao Chengyi and Qingfeng's wedding banquet, Murong Xue, Mrs. Xiao, and Concubine Jin often went to Luanfeng Palace, and the care of the three reminded Zhang Mengjie of her mother who had not been remembered for a long time. Zhang Mengjie only remembered that after dinner that day, she suddenly felt a pain in her stomach, and she had a feeling that she was about to give birth.

This pain made Zhang Mengjie miss her mother even more, and her consciousness began to blur after being carried into the bedroom by Long Tingxiao. By the time she sobered up, the people were here.

Zhang Mengjie didn't understand why her soul came to the top of Huahong Group. Although she has never joined Huahong Group, since she knew that her background was related to it, she could often see reports about it on TV and in newspapers.

After a while, she saw a fashionably dressed woman driving a red BMW parked in the special lane of Huahong Group. Before getting out of the car, he brought sunglasses and a mask, wrapped himself tightly, and quietly entered Huahong Group like a star hiding from the paparazzi. Then through the special road, all the way to the president's office.

When she arrived at the president's office, the woman took off her sunglasses and mask. Soon a secretary brought coffee, which shows that the people here are very familiar with her.

Soon, Zhang Mengjie saw a familiar figure and arrived at the president's office, and when she saw that familiar figure, Zhang Mengjie's eyes turned red. The familiar figure and the woman talked happily, such a picture Zhang Mengjie was so familiar. Only then did I realize that the woman's appearance was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen her.

Just when Zhang Mengjie wanted to listen to what the familiar figure and the woman said happily, she saw two familiar figures. One is at the gate of Huahong Group and the other is at the exit of the airport.

Zhang Mengjie didn't know how she could see the airport, but she was sure she didn't see the figure wrong. Although she was not as weak as before, she had become temperamental, even charming, but she was sure that it was her original self. No wonder mom is living so happily now.

After seeing her original body sit in a car that seemed to be specially designed to pick her up, Zhang Mengjie's eyes returned to the person at the door of Huahong Group. is also a person that Zhang Mengjie will never forget for the rest of her life, if it weren't for him, Zhang Yuanbo, her original uncle, she might not have such a life.

After talking to the security guard at the door, Zhang Yuanbo knelt at the door of the group. This left the security guards a little overwhelmed.

This phenomenon was only improved when it appeared in its original body.

"Jing, uncle knows, it was uncle who was sorry for you before, but Lin Yi has never done anything sorry for you, uncle wants you to save him!"

Zhang Mengjie didn't know why, the moment the original body appeared, their conversation could be heard clearly. Then he suddenly found himself standing beside them.

"If you want me to admit that you are grandpa's son and father's brother, you must first get forgiveness from the two." The original body walked into the Huahong Group as he spoke. may have remembered that Zhang Yuanbo was still kneeling on the ground, and the original Zhang Jing stopped and said: "If you really care about your son, you should spend more time with him." Instead of doing something meaningless. ”

Zhang Mengjie watched Zhang Yuanbo leave, and then followed Zhang Jing to the president's office.

As soon as she entered the president's office, Zhang Jing saw the woman inside and said, "The goddess didn't announce today?" No drama? Running for coffee so early? ”

The woman said: "Without you, the boss and boss, I'm afraid that today I won't say it's a goddess, even the maid won't have my share!" Can I not befriend you, a rich man? ”

Zhang Jing said: "Is there a person like you? It's pretty much the same for people to eat and drink. Mom, let's stop cooking today, let our goddess invite us to a big meal! ”

"You two really? I never saw you make such a fuss when I was a child! Yu Wanqiu got up and said, "You say, I'll go back first, and I'll go back to eat together later!"

"Mom, let's really go out to eat today. Wait a minute, I've got something to tell you, wait a minute, I've got something to deal with. Zhang Jing said and sat down next to the computer in the office, turned on the computer, and skillfully operated the programs inside.

Seeing that Zhang Jing was working so seriously, the two of them didn't bother her, and they both sat quietly and waited for her.

But Zhang Mengjie focused on the woman. I just listened to my mother, they knew each other when they were children. The person I knew when I was a child was known to my mother, could it be Ye Ningxiang? No wonder it felt a little familiar just now.

"Ningxiang, what are you going to do when you grow up?"

"I'm going to be a big star! So I have the money to support my mother. You don't have to accept my mother as a nanny and raise a mistress outside. Take the child of the junior as a treasure, and I'm angry with the father of the blood who only gives birth to the children in the main room! What about you? ”

"I don't know. I just hope to be happy with my mother, just don't worry about eating and drinking! ”

The memories of her childhood surfaced in front of Zhang Mengjie's eyes one by one.

Although her father left early, he loved their mother and daughter very much. She has always been very fortunate to have such a good father. Especially when I saw my friend Ye Ningxiang's father taking Xiao San and their daughter to show affection in front of Ye Ningxiang and their mother and daughter.

Ye Ningxiang's mother is not in good health, and she has no skills to make money. Ye Ningxiang is too young, so the mother and daughter can only swallow their anger and beg for a living under their father, who runs a somewhat large-scale company.

Whenever this happens, Zhang Mengjie feels that happiness does not necessarily have to have a rich father, like her father, although poor, but when he was alive, he put their mother and daughter first, until she was sick, she knew that her father was a rich child.

When Zhang Mengjie was immersed in her previous life, Zhang Jing had already done what she was doing.

Zhang Mengjie followed the three of them to a small box in a large-scale five-star hotel. Seeing the hotel manager's attitude towards Zhang Jing, Zhang Mengjie knew that this hotel was hers.

After the three of them finished eating, they talked about it in the small box.

Yu Wanqiu said: "Jing, you just said that you had something to tell us, what is it?"

Zhang Mengjie said: "It's Linyi's business." His father came to me and begged me to save him. I told him that I would only save him if Grandpa and you forgave him. ”

Yu Wanqiu said: "Jing, my mother knows that you hate him. But Linyi is innocent, and this child is also kind-hearted. During your years in the hospital, I saw him sneaking in to see you several times. Sometimes when I go to pay for the medicine, I am told that someone has paid and I know it is him. At that time, I was afraid that if I went to look for him, his father would see him and cut off his living expenses, so I didn't dare to look for him. I didn't expect this child to be as sick as you. ”

"I knew my mother was soft-hearted. You can rest assured, I only said that I want to recognize him as an uncle and get forgiveness from my grandfather and you. As for Linyi, I have already arranged for the doctor to operate on him. After the surgery, I helped him to recuperate. Although Yu Wanqiu didn't say it very thoroughly, Zhang Jing still heard what she meant.

"I don't think there's anything going on here, right?" (To be continued.) )