The next step is to keep silent all the way to Haicheng, and then from the city to Meng's home in the suburb on the other side of Haicheng.

"Here we are," the sunglassed driver reminded him after parking in front of a huge iron gate.

Meng Xuan was wandering all the way, but he was awake. On the other hand, Meng Zhong had already been bored to sleep on the way. Originally, he was prepared to be bored to death and asked to be upset.

This young master Meng Yi is a little special. Both Meng Zhong and driver Lao Wang think so.

However, Meng Ying himself did not know and didn't care what they thought of him. He unconsciously touched the bridge of his nose, but he didn't touch the metal glasses that made him look smart in his previous life. He put down his hand, clenched it into a fist, and then let go.

After getting off the bus, Meng Zhong still led Meng Yi into the European style manor. The entrance to the gate was a huge fountain pool. From a wide view, you could see flower beds and small trees. Around the fountain pool, you could see a huge five story building, which is the house of the Meng family's old house.

It is in the suburbs of Haicheng that the Meng family can monopolize such a large manor also shows his status in Haicheng.

Meng Bi took a look and took his eyes back. This is the second time he has come to the Meng family's home, but it is his first time. His curiosity about foreign objects will not exceed three seconds. He is so calm that Meng Zhong is helpless. When he was first brought to the Meng family by uncle Wen, he praised for half a month before he calmed down slightly. However, this "hillbilly" Meng fan only looked at it It's just eye poop.

Tut, silly boy! When Meng Zhong didn't look at Meng Xuan's appearance, he said this.

And the uncle Wen, who had contacted Meng Yu before, received the notice from the guard when they arrived at the gate of Meng's house.

He came from the side road of the flower garden and stopped three steps in front of Meng Bi, who was originally going to take Meng Xuan to find him.

Meng Zhong took another look at Meng Yi, and then he looked at Uncle Wen. "This is master Meng."

Wen Shu's eyes swept over Meng Xuan's face, but there was no emotion. He nodded gently, and Meng Zhong bowed away. However, he showed an extraordinary respect for uncle Wen.

When Uncle Wen was looking at Meng, he was also looking at him. Before he was 40 or 50, people looked serious. That's what Meng Zhen saw. This was what he told himself to observe. Otherwise, he might treat uncle Wen like Meng Zhong, that is, he didn't look at him.

However, it is useless for him to observe. He is worthy of a clear understanding of his own qualifications. What is the use of seeing age and a little obvious temperament? Meng Yi thought about it again, but it didn't work.

"This way, please." when Uncle Wen was talking to Meng, the seriousness of facing Meng Zhong suddenly disappeared and became gentle and considerate. "The seventh young master and the eldest young master are the same. Just call me uncle Wen."

"Oh," Meng said, but he looked back. He thought that uncle Wen was very strange. It was only two seconds before he changed his temper.

Before he thought he was a serious man, but now he felt frustrated. He once again gave himself a label that he would not know people. Therefore, he had better wait for his marriage.

Uncle Wen did not show any emotion for Meng's indifference. He continued to lead him to the main house, but he wanted to take him to meet the man who had just taken a nap.

As an illegitimate son who was taken home, the first person he had to meet was of course Mr. Meng. This was also an approval of his identity. Perhaps he could get green eyes. His treatment in the Meng family would be different.

In his last life, he was the only one who met with Meng's old house. After that, he had never seen anyone from the Meng family. He had been trapped in the Meng family's private experimental base, or he had seen it in the base or university. However, he did not know people and did not recognize them.

However, there is nothing to care about. He has decided to take the road of "waste" marriage.

He was not nervous and didn't ask questions. Instead, he asked Uncle Wen to give him a high look. Whether he was a deep-seated city official or not, this kind of self-cultivation was worth appreciating.

Entering through a side door, he did not need to go upstairs. He led Meng Xuan through the hall, but came out through a small door. Then he saw an old-fashioned house behind the European style mansion. Entering it, he was led to a study full of tea.

However, it is different from the luxurious and dignified study that Meng Yi saw in his last life. It should be just a place where he can read books and have fun. It can also show that he has absolutely no attitude towards Meng Bi.

Meng Yu in her last life is of some use, but now she is a vase beauty who can only take her appearance. There is nothing strange about this difference.

After entering the study, Meng was silent for a long time. The reason is very simple. With his eyes closed, Meng can't see whether he is really sleeping or just pretending to sleep and deliberately hang him.

And uncle Wen stopped at the door of the study and only let Meng Xuan enter.

He glanced over the old man Meng and took it back in a proper manner. The people in the old house of Meng family were not those he could make a few judgments. He had better not be too preconceived.It was twenty minutes before master Meng opened his eyes. His eyes were as profound and unpredictable as his clothes and appearance.

"Are you Meng Yi?"

Meng Zhen raised his head and nodded, without hesitation or resentment. He was so calm that he had to take another look at him. However, after he nodded, he bowed his head again.

Mencius didn't plan to talk to him about anything. He didn't know what he could say to him. In addition to nodding, he went into the study and then came out. In this little half an hour, he didn't say a word.

Uncle Wen didn't have the slightest intention to explore what Meng Yu said and did in his study. He took Meng Fu back to the mansion in front of him, and then he said, "this is your room."

Meng opened the door and it was a spacious and bright suite with independent bathroom, cloakroom and game room. Among all the places where Meng lived, his grandmother's house was not as good as 1% here.

Meng she went into the bed to touch, but some dislike, "too soft, I can change a hard point."

Meng Yi ignores everything else, but sticks to the bed. He is anxious to get married, but also wants to make himself feel at ease and try to sleep well in his lifetime.

Uncle Wen accepted Meng's any reaction well. He nodded, "yes."

However, he still didn't mean to go. He continued, "this is the old house. Young men and young ladies don't live here. They usually go back to their old house on weekends. Three days later, I'll show you to see them."

"The two old ladies are not here. They will come back in the evening. If you want to see me, you can arrange for you."

Meng Yi hesitated for a moment, or shook his head. As in his previous life, he didn't want to have too much interaction with the Meng family. In other words, he was born with a natural aversion to excessive communication with other people. It was just more serious for the Meng family, so that he could be aware of it.

"When can I have class?"

Uncle Wen rarely pauses for a moment, and then he understands the meaning of Meng's words.

"Tomorrow, if you want."

Seeing Meng Zhen really want to nod his head, uncle Wen sighs gently, but Meng can't understand what he is sighing about. He only listens to him and says, "you just came back. You don't need to be in such a hurry. Take a few days off. Let's start class next Monday."

Meng Yi nodded, and then uncle Wen bowed slightly and left.

But not long after that, several people came to replace Meng's bed. Before he could sit on his new bed, he was held by a succession of stylists and tailors. After that, he adjusted his hair and put on clothes to make him a real vase.

Taking care of him from the beginning to the end is to watch him blossom his beauty. Several servants and masters were shocked.

The appearance of the Meng family is not bad, but it can't be as delicate as Meng Zhen, with peach blossom in the eyes. That kind of hook feeling, in the stylist's special decoration, and strong two points.

He doesn't need to talk. Standing like this is a painting, a beautiful scenery that makes people reluctant to move their eyes away.

Meng also looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a little disordered, but his clothes were clean and tidy. As for the rest, he didn't really see it.

He didn't feel too much about the silence and amazement of all the people, not to mention that he was not familiar with these people. Even those students who studied with Meng Shen for three years had more silence when facing Meng.

People take their mind back, stylists and tailors leave, the servant will clean up the room for a while, and finally Meng Yi is quiet.

When he was teased by these people, Feng Zejiao, one of the old ladies who were not at home, was meeting with he wan, the old lady of the Yan family, in a flower arranging room. He said that she was an old lady. However, Feng Zejiao was a generation later than Feng Zejiao. Only when his eldest son was in charge of the family early, she was promoted from his wife to an old lady.

He wan looks down at the information Feng Zejiao has brought her. There are several photos in it, but it is Meng Yi. One of them is a picture of him entering high school. His facial features are exquisite, but his eyes have an inexplicable dull feeling. It really conforms to her daughter-in-law standard. It can't be too ugly or too smart.

And Meng meets the two requirements.

"A little younger," he wan whispered. Indeed, Meng's birthday is in May, and there is still a whole year before he reaches the legal age of 18.

Feng Zejiao knew that he wan was about to finish this thing. She said softly, "he has just returned to the Meng family. He has not settled down yet. He should have been 18 years old."

Meng Yi has only one registered permanent residence in his grandmother's place. Now that people are taken back to the Meng family, the household registration naturally needs to be handled. It is better to do it again as a black household than to move back. When the time comes, the age is just a matter of changing a number.

He wan Wen Yan gently nodded, "do you have some new photos? I'll take them back to sui'er to have a look. He doesn't mind. It's settled."

Feng Zejiao smiles and sends a message to Uncle Wen. Soon after, a new photo of Meng Yu is sent to her mobile phone.Meng Yan was surprised to suddenly lift his eyes. He was photographed, and the feeling of being too beautiful was strong. If you don't read the information, you can't feel that he is such a dull person.

However, after seeing Meng Fu's experience from childhood to adulthood, he wan can understand this kind of dullness, limited by talent, and can't be saved.

The author has something to say: in modern times, the marriage of men has been accepted by law.

In addition, male owners hate marriage because they want to get away from the Meng family and want to have a good sleep.

Yan Sui: I can satisfy you.

Meng Yan: