Wordless Love [Rebirth]

When Zhao Lingyu approached, he heard Meng Hui chuckle and say: "What's the big brother talking about, a young man of Jidong's age is already good enough, how could I have any thoughts about him. You really upset me by saying that. "

Then there was Chi Da's harsh laughter: "What are you talking about, I just can't keep my mouth shut. None of you don't know my temper."

A few echoes fell silent when Zhao Lingyu walked in sight.

Zhao Lingyu: Uncle, long time no see.

Ying Jie repeated what he had said, and prepared a glass of wine for Zhao Lingyu with great insight and handed it over. Zhao Lingyu took it and toasted Meng Hui with both hands.

Meng Hui's astonishment would not be any less than that of anyone present, but he is also a smart person in the mall, and he didn't show it on his face at this time. Instead, he had a drink with Zhao Lingyu with a benevolent smile, and said: " I haven't seen you for a while, Ling Yu is doing well recently."

Zhao Lingyu nodded: Fortunately, I'm just a little busy, so I didn't ask you out for dinner. I hope you will do me a favor next time I have time.

Meng Hui chuckled, "Of course."

Just a few lines of dialogue were enough for those present to understand that Zhao Lingyu and Meng Hui were more familiar than they had expected. What surprised them even more was Zhao Lingyu's humble tone.That kind of attitude was so humble that Meng Hui showed more affection to his elder brother, completely putting himself in the perspective of a junior.

Meng Hui thought in his heart that the only reason he could think of for Zhao Lingyu's attitude towards him was that he was a friend of his son.But this reason seemed a little too weak. To put it bluntly, it was normal for him to nod, bow and lick his face to curry favor with him. His dignified heir of the Zhao family didn't need to show such kindness to him.

Naturally, Meng Hui would not bring up these concerns. He looked at Zhao Lingyu and said, "Ling Yu is leaving?"

Zhao Lingyu nodded: it's not too late.By the way, where is uncle?Let me give you a ride. Earlier, Xiao Lang also said that his aunt was making wine-reading soup at home and waiting for you to go back. You are lowering your blood pressure recently, so you should drink less alcohol.

Meng Hui didn't know how to answer for a while. He thought to himself that he had to reposition the relationship between his son and Zhao Lingyu. It seems that this Prince Zhao, who has no close friends, really hits off with his son. Perhaps he shouldn't be on guard against him all the time. intention.

He didn't speak, but was overtaken by some people around him: "It's so late, look at our drink and everything is delayed! Lao Meng, your sister-in-law has spoken, we dare not stop you, go back."

A fool can understand Zhao Lingyu's meaning. It is nothing more than inviting Meng Hui to leave the venue together. Although they don't know if they have any important matters to discuss alone, they still agree with each other, but they dare not openly talk to this man. The unpredictable prince faced off.

Meng Hui followed the words of several people and confessed his crime, punished himself with a drink, and congratulated his master again before leaving.

Ying Jie sat in the second seat, breaking the communication barrier between the two people in the back seat.

Zhao Lingyu said: Uncle, I'm sorry, I saw that you were not very happy, so I made up my own mind, please don't take offense.

Meng Hui didn't mind, he smiled brightly: "Why don't you please, just call me uncle, in my opinion you are just like Xiao Lang, you don't need to be so polite to me."

Zhao Lingyu smiled slightly: I wrote it down.

He wanted to ask if Chi Da said something unpleasant or something embarrassing happened to make Meng Hui feel disgusted, but in the end he didn't ask, after all, it involved private housework, and it would be wrong to ask rashly from his current position. That's right, it's just that I have made a big memory of Chi in my heart.

It is indeed very annoying that this person dictates to the Meng family with his own identity.

Two people who didn't know each other very well were sitting dryly, Zhao Lingyu was polite but not very talkative, while Meng Hui couldn't think of much to chat with this junior with a special status.After a while, the topic turned to Meng Chilang, and the two couldn't help talking more.

As a lover and as a son, they are the most precious people in their hearts. Meng Hui really wants to hear about his son's daily life and know more about him, but Zhao Lingyu talks about it without thinking too much.

Meng Hui: "I didn't expect this kid to take care of others. Ling Yu, you don't need to talk to him. I don't understand that brat. He gets into trouble when he gets acquainted with someone. If there is anything else, you need to take care of him."

Zhao Lingyu picked good things to say, and Meng Hui could barely believe half of what he said, but hearing others praise his son, even though he said so, he was naturally more proud emotionally, and was very pleased.

Zhao Lingyu: He is really nice. You also know that even though he doesn't say anything about others being kind to him, he remembers it all in his heart.

Having said that, he added another sentence: He said that this is because of your good inheritance, and I think so, if there is anything I can help in the future, please don’t be polite to me, in the end, I will definitely accept it from you Love more.

Meng Hui laughed, but did not express his opinion.

The two quickly became acquainted and talked about each other's interests. Meng Hui never thought that Zhao Lingyu would like to play chess at such a young age. He had the same hobby as him. With such a foundation, the two of them talked It was even more speculative. When he arrived at Meng's house, Meng Hui treated Zhao Lingyu with the courtesy of a businessman and regarded him as a real junior.

Seeing Meng Hui getting out of the car, Zhao Lingyu naturally wouldn't sit in the car, so he got off in person to say goodbye.

Meng Hui glanced at the lights of his house behind him, and said to Zhao Lingyu: "It's still early, come in and have a seat, isn't it that his mother made soup, you can drink a bowl before leaving."

To say this is obviously to tease him with the excuse that Zhao Lingyu said before, and it can also be seen that Meng Hui's attitude towards Zhao Lingyu has changed.

Zhao Lingyu couldn't wait for it, so he followed Meng Hui home.

"Mom! Dad is back."

Meng Chilang looked outside when he heard the sound of the door opening, then turned his head and shouted to his mother who was struggling with love soup in the kitchen.

He was lying on the sofa right now, with his feet propped up on the low glass table in front of the sofa, shapeless.He watched the star talk show broadcast on TV, in which the female star was trying her best to control the tears in her eyes, talking about something in her past that made her fall into a trough in her career and life. Singing an extremely sensational song, the audience was already in tears during the screen transition.

But he was chewing an orange, shaking his toes to the tune he was humming, and stuffed another piece of orange into his mouth amidst the choking sound, in a good mood.

Father Meng stared at it.

He glanced at Zhao Lingyu, who had a splendid temperament behind him, and suddenly the fire of hating iron but not steel burned in his heart, and he said angrily, "What does it look like!"

Meng Chilang looked back, his face full of surprise.

He turned his head, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and asked, "Why are you here?" He also looked back at the time, it was half past nine in the evening!

Father Meng was dissatisfied: "How did you talk to the guests!"

Zhao Lingyu smiled and shook his head.

His shadow, Ying Jie, didn't follow him very sensibly. At this time, he and the driver left Meng's house in Zhao Lingyu's car. Therefore, when no one gave Zhao Lingyu a voice for Meng Hui, Zhao Lingyu tried to express it directly with his body. own meaning.

Meng Chilang had no choice but to put his legs down, sat upright, and said to his father: "Mom is cooking soup in the kitchen, Dad, go and help out."

After hearing this, Father Meng gave his son a restrained warning look, asked Zhao Lingyu to sit down, and went to the kitchen.

On the way, he looked back and saw his son handing Zhao Lingyu an orange, and he was a little satisfied.

Zhao Lingyu peeled the orange peel, broke off a piece and fed it to Meng Chilang. Meng Chilang was just about to change the channel to the political and military programs that Zhao Lingyu usually watched, and he lowered his head and swallowed it.

After changing, he directly took the oranges that Zhao Lingyu had peeled whole, and ate one piece after another in his mouth unsatisfied.

Zhao Lingyu glanced at him, took another orange from the plate, peeled it, and put the six orange peels on the table like this.

At this time, he glanced at the trash can at Meng Chilang's feet, and he found many corpses of orange peels, so he pushed the fruit plate away and said: "It will get angry, so don't eat too much."

Meng Chilang stuffed the remaining half of the orange into his mouth in protest, and ate it with his mouth puffed out in protest.

Zhao Lingyu smiled. He moved closer, put his arms around his waist, and heard him click his tongue as a warning, then withdrew his hands slightly, rubbed his vertebrae, and asked: Are you still feeling uncomfortable?

Meng Chilang almost choked, took the orange on the table and patted it on his mouth, staring, shut up!

Zhao Lingyu peeled off the orange peel completely with a smile, and ate it obediently.

Meng Chilang glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and quickly kissed him on his mouth, which was stained with orange-white fruit shreds, and then backed away. Before he could say anything, he saw his father poking his head out of the kitchen: " Ling Yu, are you hungry, do you want some supper?"

This is simply a heart-pounding game more exciting than a jumping machine!

Meng Chilang's face turned red, he didn't know whether he was frightened or what, he turned his head and said loudly: "Dad! Let's go, I want to eat!"

"I asked you! Why are you so ignorant...Ling Yu, do you eat noodles? Oh, that's good." Seeing him nodding, Meng's father didn't give Meng Chilang a hard time, "Stinky Boy, it's not polite at all to serve Ling Yu an apple with a glass of water!"

After all, he went back to the kitchen.

Before Meng Chilang had time to make his own speech, someone quickly sucked his mouth, and even stuck his tongue in to stir it around, then retreated.

The kiss lasted less than ten seconds, but it made Meng Chilang's heart beat surprisingly fast.

"...You are courting death!"

He gave him a hard look, but Meng Chilang's eyes were full of smiles, and the subtle satisfaction of playing heartbeat behind his parents' back.

Zhao Lingyu caressed his face, his eyes were full of tenderness, he quickly got up and poured two glasses of water in a glass, and after returning to his seat, he carefully cut an apple compote.Even if it's just a casual remark by Meng's father, he wants to do well.

During supper, Zhao Lingyu naturally spared no effort to praise the Meng couple's craftsmanship. A few words made Meng's mother cover her mouth and laugh, and spontaneously acted as an interpreter to explain to Meng's father what he said.

After eating, Zhao Lingyu talked with the three members of the Meng family for a while, and Meng's father asked him to play chess, and found that he didn't know what he was talking about because he was interested, and he didn't even talk about chess skills!Surprised to find a satisfactory chess friend, Meng's father wished to take him to a three-day and three-night game to discuss chess in Huashan, knowing that Meng Chilang interrupted very speechlessly: "Dad, why don't you check what time it is!"

Mother Meng had already gone back to the house for a beauty sleep, but Father Meng looked at the time and saw that it was already a quarter past eleven, so he said, "It's fine to play a few more games, so what's the matter if Ling Yu stays at our house tonight. "

But he doesn't want to be a spectator at all!

Meng Chilang complained wildly in his heart.

Zhao Lingyu glanced at him, explained with a smile that he still had some schedules to arrive early tomorrow, said goodbye, and successfully abducted his lover who was going to stay at home today nine out of ten.

On the way, Meng Chilang said contemptuously: "Look in the mirror first, you have a dog written on one side of your face, legs on this side of your face, and very very on your forehead! Did you see that?"

Zhao Lingyu just smiled at him.

Capturing people's hearts is nothing more than doing what they like, Zhao Lingyu is naturally willing to spend his time for Meng Hui or Chi Jingshu to please each other, and this will be another topic in his future life.