Chapter 62 "Stupid and crying."
Meng Ying was in a trance.
She must have cried too hard just now, causing her brain to become confused and unable to respond to his words. When she raised her head, the top of her head hit his chin, causing her to gasp in pain, and the man's warm palm Cover the top of her hair and rub it gently.
As if he was rubbing some kind of small animal, he remembered that when he was a child, he was sitting on the desk and Niru was lying next to him to accompany him. He was five years old at that time and was about to start the system. Learning beyond his years.
Nilu would always accompany him, licking his palms and rubbing his head affectionately.
The dark blue pupils are bright.
“So stupid.”
Then he sighed, “Stupid and a crybaby.”
“Well, what about Miss Ou? Mr. Liang likes women like Miss Ou. ”
Casual, free, and blooming brilliantly.
Meng Ying met Ou Jingyuan once, and that was the only time.
Ou Jingyuan is not beautiful according to popular aesthetics, but she is very casual and unique. Her natural eyebrow shape has a wild bloom and a somewhat aggressive beauty.
"Ou Jingyuan and I, there is no so-called like or dislike in our relationship. With the right family and the right value environment, it is more about interests."
He I don’t like Ou Jingyuan.
There was no such feeling between him and Ou Jingyuan.
Even for Ou, during the relationship between the two, the interests of Zhongnuo Group and Ou's Group were in conflict, and Ou's monopolized the medical industry. Ou Shaoxi even made drunken arrogance, threatening that within 20 years, there would be no more Zhongnuo in Hong Kong.
With such an arrogant tone, Ou Shaoxi took over the Ou family and cut off the side branches with drastic measures. Ou family deployed all their own people, which caused the old and new factions to stand in conflict with each other. Infighting continued. Two years ago, the financial crisis broke out The problem was settled after sending two right-hand men in. However, Ou Shi's halt did not mean that the other groups would remain where they were.
"Meng Ying, I have never liked anyone."
He liked Nilu when he was a child.
But Nilu died quickly.
He buried Niru's body under a tree outside the courtyard.
When I pass by it every day, I can think of Nilu.
We must also keep Niru in mind and never see another Niru in our lifetime.
Liang Jincong closed his eyes.
Seems a little tired.
Smell the magnolia fragrance in the air.
It’s an old-fashioned and cheap hotel with no windows for ventilation, so the smell is actually musty.
But a woman’s long hair is silky, smooth, and has a hint of magnolia fragrance.
He had a sense of peace.
He even hugged her, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead. He enjoyed the brief tranquility and relaxed physically and mentally.
Meng Ying leaned in his arms.
Don't you like it?
That's right. For a high-ranking and powerful person like him, the threshold is much higher than that of ordinary people. His future wife should be beautiful, gentle, and outstanding in her studies, conversation, and family.
Feng Yuying is just one of them.
One of the candidates who can contact his family.
The woman muttered in a low voice, "It turns out that it's not good to be born into such a top family."
His eyebrows were full of tiredness, and he said "hmm".
"Mr. Liang, are you happy?"
Liang Jincong opened his eyes.
He was silent for a long time on this issue.
There was a brief moment of daze in his eyes.
Faced with a contract worth hundreds of millions in the mall, he would not show such emotions.
Happy?
He opened his mouth and opened and closed his thin lips, "I"
Are you happy?
He looked at Meng Ying.
Pinch the woman's cheek with your fingertips, apply a slight force, and watch her frown and then relax her movements. The woman's pupils in front of her are as beautiful as Nilu's, and the emotions revealed in them are as gentle and well-behaved as Nilu's. .
But this question
No one will ask him this question. Growing up, he had been surrounded by power and desire, and he also lived in a world of power and desire. Happy? The word happy, if happy means money, then he is happy.
But among his class, everyone has money.
But there are few happy people.
My mother has a lot of money, but she still looks sad every day.
His biological mother was also rich. The moment she was sent to the Liang family, Ying Lanxue also got a sum of money, but was she happy?
It seems that none of them are happy.
During the selection of heirs, everyone in the family wore different masks. The eldest brother and the second brother were both chosen by Ying Songqi. Ying Songqi was very concerned about the fact that there was another woman in her father's heart. That woman died. , died and became a white moonlight, forever imprinted in my father's heart.
But I am not Ying Songqi’s biological child.
So, he needs to work harder to gain a firm foothold in the Liang family.
Twenty years ago, his life was almost completely controlled by Ying Songqi.
He respects her, and almost all the Ying family supports him. He has never met his biological mother, but he only knows that her biological mother's name is Ying Lanxue.
No, he should have seen her.
At grandma’s birthday party.
The woman in the corner with tears in her eyes.
Family power struggles, Bo Yun is treacherous and ever-changing, he is tired and unhappy.
Meng Ying did not wait for his answer.
Thought he was asleep.
When he raised his head cautiously, he saw the confused emotion in his eyes, which was like a layer of fog, confused and stunned.
Meng Ying carefully reached out her hand and held his face.
The voice is soft and soft.
Tender fingertips touched his face lightly.
Like a guide in the fog.
It is also like the brightest guiding star in the deep night sky.
"Liang Jincong."
She did not call him Mr. Liang, nor third brother.
But he shouted his name clearly and crisply.
It's like a whisper in the cycle of fate.
Liang Jincong lowered his eyes and looked at her. The woman's pupils were as clear as a blue spring.
Self is imprinted inside.
She kissed his Adam's apple, and then kissed his lips.
The thin lips are a little cool.
Her fingers moved down restlessly, her technique was very unfamiliar, green, clumsy, her face was red and at a loss. She didn't know how to do it at all, and she even kept swallowing her saliva nervously.
The man's pupils are getting darker and darker.
The hand bones clasped her jaw.
The man's neck was tense and he raised his head. He saw that the blood vessels in his neck collapsed, and his Adam's apple rolled and trembled slightly.
Meng Ying paid attention to his emotions, wrapped one hand around his neck to use her strength to stand up, kissed her lips, stretched out her tongue and licked it gently, "So, are you happy now?"< br>
Her heart was tightening, and she asked cautiously, "Are you happy being with me?"
In just a moment, he dragged her waist with his hands, picked her up and turned over, taking the initiative Fang became the passive one, Liang Jincong was very strong, his palms were broad and his fingertips were slender, running through the woman's long black hair, unlike the careful and gentle kiss the woman had just given.
His kiss had a swallowing and surging power. Meng Ying was a little short of oxygen, and she hugged him tighter with her hands. Her fingertips touched the man's spine. He was tense, with obvious back muscle texture and clear bones. The engraved scripture seemed to slowly wrap around her fingertips.
Meandering through her heart.
It seemed to bind her heartstrings.
"Happy, Meng Ying, I am very happy."
One night, he proved with his actions that he was very 'happy' with her
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