This apocalypse is a bit sour

Chapter 166 The Night of Rejoicing
If the Meng family married a concubine, they would naturally not be as grand as the red makeup at Shilipu, but they would not be so shabby either.

There are three black military cars, the bride is in the first car, and the makeup artist who can touch up makeup at any time is sitting in the second car, as well as the person who arranges the wedding on site.The third car is the guard.

Getting into the Meng family was a little smoother than Tang Yuan imagined. She and An Jinlan entered the back garden of the Meng family without encountering too many difficulties.

Because she married only a concubine without a status, and had no banquet or guests, she was sent to the bridal chamber hastily.

Originally thought that the Meng family would have military defenses, but after entering the interior of the Meng family, they found that there was no such thing at all.

Except for the soldiers outside the Meng family, there were only some servants inside.

"It's not that the head of the Meng family has already controlled the entire force of the capital base, so why haven't we seen a few soldiers inside the Meng family?"

"An's family also has all the military power in Base B, but Anzhai doesn't have many foreign soldiers. Right now, there is a shortage of supplies. Raising internal soldiers wantonly will attract people's envy. It's better to raise soldiers in the training ground. I guess at this time, the old man of the Meng family , should be in the military base of the capital base." As a senior member of the big family, An Jinlan is very familiar with these situations.

The dark night is coming, a corner of the capital base's border city, this is the outermost area of ​​the base, and it is also the most unsafe area.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the road. Ou Xiao yawned and walked ahead, followed by his sister.

"Didn't you say that there are old wine sellers here." Ou Xiao's eyes were covered with mist, obviously life without wine made him feel very tired.

"Perhaps we came too late and the doors are closed." Ou Lei followed her elder brother with a guilty face.

"Forget it, just know that you can't do anything well."

Just as he was about to move forward, he heard the sound of a car passing by in front of him.

"Brother back up."

"What a big shot, the pomp is quite grand." Ou Xiao touched his chin and looked at the black Lincoln Extension that was slowly approaching in the distance.

In the apocalypse, it is not uncommon to drive such a car, and to be able to drive the car with the same ostentation as before, it is necessary to have strong strength.

The car body had obviously been carefully maintained and was smooth and glowing with silver.

Nowadays, ordinary people's lives are in danger, but the owner of the car can maintain the car so well.

Sure enough, style is something that someone will have no matter what era it is in.

"Patriarch of the Meng family." Ou Lei pulled her elder brother to the farthest place.

"Why are you so afraid of him?"

"My brother doesn't know that. From the eyes of outsiders, the Meng family is just a big family in the base. In fact, the Meng family controls most of the military power in the base. What's more terrifying is their family's blood guards." When Ou Lei mentioned the Meng family, there was a bit of fear in her eyes.

"Blood Guard?" Ou Xiao touched his chin. "It's the assassination organization that came and went without a trace."

"Offending the Meng family, there are only two ways, being chased by the blood guards to death or committing suicide."

"When you put it this way, I really have some dealings with this blood guard. I really like the feeling of being chased." Ou Xiao's eyes were full of playful smiles. "You always call him the Patriarch of the Meng Family. Doesn't the Patriarch have a name?"

"Brother, have you ever heard the legend about Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly?"

"Nonsense, I told you this story when I was a child." Ou Xiao patted his sister's forehead.

"The Patriarch of the Meng family is named Meng Zhou. All the brothers on the road say that if you look at him for too long, you will enter a psychedelic dream."

"Meng Zhou?" Ou Xiao raised his eyes slightly, looking at the elongated Lincoln slowly passing by, the smile on his lips became even more playful.

And when Ou Xiao said Meng Zhou's name, the person who was dozing in the car slowly opened his eyes.

The strand of hair in front of his forehead covered his blurred eyes, and the corners of his diamond-shaped lips evoked a smile.

"Master, why did you disturb your sleep?" The girl squatting on his knee raised her head, her eyes were full of affection.

"I seem to have heard a call." The slender and pale fingers gently stroked the girl's raised chin.

The gray Zhongshan gown looks like a capitalist in the period of the Republic of China, with great power.

"In the entire base, let alone a thousand, there are eight hundred girls calling for you." The girl smiled sweetly and touched her master's hand.

"You're jealous." The voice was long and quiet, and it was hard to distinguish whether it was joy or anger, like the voice of a hermit in a distant mountain and empty valley.

"Fan Qing has no right to be jealous. It is Fan Qing's greatest happiness that the master can meet a partner he likes." The girl suppressed her inner jealousy and looked at the man in front of her pitifully.

The silver-white hair is impossible to ignore, and there is no trace of age on that face.A 50-year-old man, his appearance is guaranteed to remain in his thirties, without any incongruous aesthetics.

Frowning slightly, there is indifference that has gone through vicissitudes. With a 30-year-old appearance, but a 50-year-old unrestrained and indifferent temperament, it is completely unexpected that the owner of this face is a person who disturbs the situation and is powerful.

"This is my favorite pet." The gentleman with a favorable expression made people want to get closer again.

The lengthened Lincoln slowly drove into the door of Meng's house, in the master bedroom of Meng's house.

A girl in a white dress is anxiously waiting for the first man in her life.

And she knew that she was neither his first woman, nor would she be his only woman.

But fate had already been like this, and this path was chosen by herself, and no one else put pressure on him, so she had to walk this path well.

"What kind of woman would he like?" The girl bit her lips and thought about it. He has married so many women. Both.

From hot milfs to young girls, his backyard has almost everything, but it is even more confusing.

This man is passionate but not dedicated. I haven't heard of any woman he loved too much, nor have I heard of any woman's traits that he particularly admires.

To sum up the common characteristics of his women, there is only one characteristic, and that is beauty.No matter what type they were, the women who married him were more beautiful than each other.

Just as the girl was thinking, the door of the room opened slowly.

"The wind is so strong?" The girl stood up and looked around with some doubts. There was still no one there. Perhaps the servants just left the door open when the wind blew.

As soon as he walked to the door, he felt his hand being held by someone, but when he looked back, he was already amazing.

"How can you help the beauty do it yourself." The voice was gentle and pleasant, and there was a little warmth in those clear eyes.

"You are the uncle." (The concubines who married into the Meng family all called Meng Zhou the uncle.)
(End of this chapter)