Chapter 442 (1/2)

Mencius always knew that his grandfather was powerful and powerful. In the past, he was obedient, but he became a puppet. My grandfather didn't care what kind of friends he made in school. Whether the exam was tight or not, the only thing that attracted his attention was the number one.

First, of course, the second is to lose the face of the Meng family.

Even if the number one is close to the full mark, he never cares.

In fact, Mencius Heng knew that he deserved it. At the beginning, he didn't know how to resist, so that now even his marriage was arranged. But now he woke up and his rebellious heart was out of control.

”Granddad, I did my best in both the results and the game, and I didn't feel ashamed.” Mencius insisted that this was not the time to explain, but he could no longer suppress his feelings of injustice. ”Song Ye's achievements are very good. I'm not a genius. I can still...” Further progress

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The loud slap on the face suddenly rang in the spacious banquet hall. Even the symphony sound at the scene seemed to be covered in the past. The half face of Mencius Heng was covered by his messy hair. In his enlarged pupil, he saw the white figure in the corner.

He remembers that the figure once said to him, ”the real relatives are not related to blood, but only to the heart.”

When the teenagers said this sentence, they were sitting in the stands, looking at the wanton publicity of youth on the playground, but their hearts were suddenly ironed out with emotion and deep thinking.

Until in the bright light, this loud slap let him understand the meaning of the words at that time.

The Meng family, which has been inherited for hundreds of years, has been scrambling to breed new successors from generation to generation. The purpose of inheriting blood relationship is not love, but the foundation of the family.

Consanguinity, that is just a tool, and he is only a tool shaped into genius.

At this moment, he gently pulled the corners of his mouth, out of his heart, there was no anger, only the mockery of the fucker's family affection.

”Grandfather, don't beat brother Ziheng. How can you let him get off the stage?” Fu tong'er tightly held the hand of the Mencius, but he didn't cry.

However, from Song Ye's point of view, Fu tong'er is radiant at this time. Even at the moment of lowering her eyebrows and drooping her head, the direction of her mouth is slightly upward.

”Oh, this woman...” Song Ye sipped a sip of wine, and at this time he could not help but silently ordered a praise for her.

Know how to judge the situation and make a choice. Good job.

The master of the Meng family slapped the talented young master of the Meng family in public, which shocked everyone around him.

Even Bai Hua didn't expect that Meng's grandson and grandson could bring him such a good play. It's just not too happy.