The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 1782

Truly a prince and princess match.

As for myself, I have the characteristics of Cinderella, but I don't have the fate of Cinderella. I just want to marry an ordinary person and live a simple life, that's all.

After stopping the nosebleed, Meng Zhanyang came out of the bathroom.

Looking at the thoughtful Ye Yiwei, he walked over and sat next to her.

I want to explain, but I don't know how to explain it. Could it be that his nosebleed is not a disease, so she doesn't have to worry?
But she doesn't seem to be worried.

Meng Zhanyang scratched his head, facing Ye Yiwei's clear eyes.

She laughed again with a "puchi", and wanted to laugh when she saw him, from the bottom of her heart, she couldn't help it.

"What are you laughing at?" His face was red, a bit embarrassed, and Meng Zhanyang couldn't help himself, the nosebleed made him make a lot of jokes.

Seeing his annoyed look, Ye Yiwei laughed even more: "Haha, you are so cute."

cute?

He was even more aggrieved. A 30-year-old man was said to be cute. Should he be killed? The past few decades have been in vain.

Looking at Ye Yiwei wanting to cry but without tears, she asked shyly, "Can you stop laughing?"

"Oh, sorry, I stopped laughing, sorry, sorry."

Although Ye Yiwei said so, there was a smile on her face, the more she looked at Meng Zhanyang, the more pleasing she was, and it seemed that it was easier to accept him.

"Well, if I laugh again, I'll just hit the wall." He scratched his head, "It's just that the capillaries in my nasal cavity are relatively fragile, it's not a big problem."

"Oh, I know." Ye Yiwei nodded. Hearing from Wu Wenbin, she was really skeptical at the time, but seeing him suddenly spraying nosebleeds with her own eyes today, she couldn't help but not believe it.

Turning her gaze, Ye Yiwei saw a big photo on the refrigerator, walked over to take a look, and found it was a portrait.

"Who is this?" Ye Yiwei asked curiously.

The middle-aged woman in the photo is somewhat similar to Meng Zhanyang, could it be his mother?
I heard from An Shasha that Meng Zhanyang's parents died young, but here is a photo, where is his father's?
"My mother." Meng Zhanyang also walked over, looking at his mother's portrait.

Mother's face is so vivid, as if she has never left him, and she will gently call him "Zhanyang, Zhanyang, get up, it's time to go to school, Zhanyang... Zhanyang...".

"How long has she been dead?" At this moment, she deeply felt that she and Meng Zhanyang were in the same sympathy.

She was an abandoned daughter, raised by prostitutes, and his parents died.

But compared to her, he is still much luckier, at least he had a happy childhood, but she didn't, happiness only appeared occasionally, fleeting.

"He died of uterine cancer six years ago." Meng Zhanyang said plainly, but his heart couldn't be as calm as it appeared on the outside. His mother had lived a miserable life, and even died.

As for his son, he could only watch his mother being ravaged by the disease until she died. His mother was too miserable, and every time he remembered it, his heart ached.

And the hatred for that man increased a bit, and the gentle eyes turned cold.

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and the knuckles of his fingers were white.

Meng Zhanyang's mother looked like a very temperamental beauty, with a shrewd and capable light in her eyes.

For a moment, there was a sense of sadness in her heart. She didn't even know what her biological parents looked like, let alone whether they were alive or dead. Maybe she would be a mystery all her life.

(End of this chapter)