The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 323 A Cold-Blooded and Heartless Person

Finally, the sky slowly turned white and yellow, and the dawn leaked out little by little. Obviously it hadn't completely turned white, but Meng Shuixin subconsciously covered his eyes with his raised arms.

After realizing his unconscious action, Meng Shuixin's smile became even stronger.

Did you watch too many movies and really think of yourself as a vampire?

Afraid of the sun?
Just like that, Meng Shuixin walked downstairs barefooted. At this time, the sunlight just came in from the French windows in the living room, and Wen Jingrong was wearing slippers, and the white large T-shirt was on the boy's body, looking casual and lazy.

He lowered his head, flipping through the documents page by page, and there were many documents scattered on the table in front of him, and the young man was looking for something among these documents with one hand.

Meng Shuixin just walked over barefoot, and then sat beside Wen Jingrong, as if Wen Jingrong blocked the sun, so that he could enjoy the warmth of the sun without being burned.

Meng Shuixin put her little feet that had become cold from stepping on the ground into Wen Jingrong's arms.

At this time, Wen Jingrong also stopped the work at hand, hugged Meng Shuixin's little feet in his arms, kept him warm, and said with a smile: "Are you awake, are you hungry?"

Meng Shuixin shook his head and remained silent.

"Well, take a look at this." Wen Jingrong put a document in front of Meng Shuixin.

"Don't read, what kind of documents are you looking at early in the morning." Meng Shuixin said coquettishly.

"En, that's good." Wen Jingrong put the document aside with a smile, but Meng Shuixin seemed to sense something, and picked up the document just now.

After turning a few pages, Meng Shuixin frowned and said, "Is there something hidden about the money owed by Zall's adoptive parents?"

Wen Jingrong nodded: "Back then, the case was planned by Duanzhang and waited for them to jump in."

"So, it's very possible..." Meng Shuixin looked at Wen Jingrong with the document in one hand and said, "Duanzhang intends to let them go bankrupt?!"

"If you think so." Wen Jingrong said with a smile.

"Does Zall know what you're talking about?" Meng Shuixin frowned and said.

"I think he knows." Wen Jingrong looked at Meng Shuixin and said with a smile.

Meng Shuixin nodded.

"Wen Jingrong, Duanzhang once said that someone promised him that if I can have sex with other men, then he can get more than half of the shares of our Meng's enterprise."

"You suspect that what happened last time was done by your Meng family?" Wen Jingrong said as he held Meng Shuixin tightly in his arms.

"Do I need to doubt it?" Meng Shuixin laughed at himself, "No one likes me, the leader of the Meng family."

"Who said that, I am very happy."

"cut."

"But who do you think it will be? Shiqufen, who will give Half Palm, who will have it? This is not something easy to get."

"Even if it's the Meng family."

Meng Shuixin's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said loudly: "That's right, even in the Meng family, things like Shiqu powder are hard to come by!"

"So, don't always think that there is a problem inside the Meng family. There is indeed a problem inside the Meng family, but there are also quite a few people who are looking at it from the outside."

"The people who can fight against the Meng family are the superiors."

"Fool, those who are really against you don't distinguish between friends and foes, at least they won't have such a label on their heads."

"You mean, our friend?" Meng Shuixin looked at Wen Jingrong's dark eyes, "Wen Jingrong, who are you implying?"

"I'm just surprised that you think you have friends." Wen Jingrong said lightly.

Even though Wen Jingrong's voice and expression were calm, the girl nestled in Wen Jingrong's arms could indeed hear the slight sadness in the boy's mouth.

What is he worrying about?
Does he have any friends? Why does he react so strongly?

"Wen Jingrong?"

"kindness?"

"In your heart, am I just a cold-blooded and heartless person?"

"Do not."

"?"

"You are a cold-blooded and ruthless person, there is no question of whether you are right..." Wen Jingrong said this sentence almost in a tone similar to a sigh, and sighed when it was over.

"Wen Jingrong, I'm asking you seriously, can you stop joking with me?" Meng Shuixin grabbed Wen Jingrong's collar and forced the boy to look seriously into his eyes.

But Meng Shuixin apparently forgot that this boy and he were not bothered by the idea that eyes are the windows of the soul. Even if they looked at each other like this, there was nothing in the eyes of the two of them except each other's expressions.

Even when he was in class, Meng Shuixin recalled that Wen Jingrong's eyes contained too many things he didn't know, too deep, too heavy, as if the person who was reborn was not himself, but her.

Meng Shuixin was lying on the table, listening to Yi Nuan talking about ancient Chinese in class. Meng Shuixin had already memorized those ancient Chinese in her previous life. Meng Shuixin was very proud of her memory, but she was not so confident about science up.

So it has become the current vicious circle. Science subjects can’t understand it no matter what, so they simply don’t listen to it. Arts subjects can quickly understand it, so they don’t need to listen. The direct result is that they simply don’t want it. I have attended the class.

But Meng Shuixin really enjoys the feeling of being in the classroom. I believe that there is no one who does not enjoy the feeling of being young again, especially in the last life, Meng Shuixin never had the opportunity to enjoy school life.

"I won't highlight the key points for you in this exam." Wen Jingrong's voice faintly floated from the side, the voice was very small, but Yi Nuan, who was giving a lecture, clearly heard a half-smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What?" Meng Shuixin was startled, her voice was a bit loud, but it attracted the attention of the whole class and Yi Nuan's gaze on the stage.

"Meng Shuixin, what's the matter?" Yi Nuan looked at Meng Shuixin with a smile in his voice, but there was an unpredictable coldness in his eyes.

"Sorry, Teacher Yi Nuan." Meng Shuixin nodded slightly.

"Okay, everyone else will continue with the class, Meng Shuixin, come to my office after class." After Yi Nuan finished speaking, she turned around and wrote the poem she just said on the blackboard.

Meng Shuixin lowered her head dejectedly, and muttered softly, "Don't blame me for your dissatisfaction with my little aunt."

"If I catch someone who broke down in class again, I'll have to copy [-] Tang poems!" Yi Nuan didn't turn around, but his voice did manage to make no one whisper in the class.

(End of this chapter)