The good substitute is actually a group pet

?? The wind from the window in the morning brought a little fragrance of trees, cold and refreshing.

??On the dark solid wood dining table, almost half of the table is covered with plates, from bread, salad, soft-boiled eggs to soy milk fritters and millet porridge, there are more than a dozen kinds of Chinese and Western styles.

?? Very extravagant waste.

??Meng Tinghe watched the big battle, silently took a bowl of millet porridge.

??People came very neatly, Meng Tinghe and He's uncles and nephews were all sitting around the dining table.

??————

?? In the morning, Meng Tinghe was woken up by chirping.

?? Chirp is not a verb, but a chirp in the auditory sense.

??When he drew the curtains, he saw a small gray-blue ball bouncing on the window sill, which was very conspicuous on the white window sill.

??The little sparrow was not afraid of people, and continued to chirp happily.

??Meng Tinghe pushed open the glass window, poked its belly lightly, and muttered: "You are so noisy."

??The little sparrow fluttered its wings, rubbing its small head against his finger.

?? "Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

?? "It's useless to be cute."

?? Having said that, the young man stretched out his hand and rubbed Xiao Que's soft, chubby body before going to the restaurant contentedly.

??…

??And He Pingsui woke up early, purely because the room prepared for him was actually smoked with sandalwood, and he didn't know what his eldest nephew was thinking.

??The resplendent European-style room is mixed with rich sandalwood, which produced a very wonderful chemical reaction-it made him dream of going to Europe to preach all night, but he had no choice but to wake up early.

??As for He Mingkun, he has no intention of getting up early at all, but his uncle got up early, and he didn't dare to let him go to dinner by himself, so he had to get up early and laugh awkwardly to accompany him.

?? So there is the present breakfast.

??…

??Meng Tinghe is very satisfied with the bowl of millet porridge in front of him.The porridge is slightly hot, which is just right for this kind of morning.

?? Much better than yesterday's spicy ham slices.

?? On the right side of Meng Tinghe, He Pingsui looked around critically, finally hooked the plate of soft-boiled eggs, and tasted it slowly.

??The Filipino maid stood not far away and watched the situation on the other side with trepidation, for fear that the master would be dissatisfied.

?? After all, this is an honored guest whom Mr. He and his wife have repeatedly told him to treat well.

?? He Pingsui glanced at the Filipino maid, with a gloomy look in his eyes that he had not slept well, but he was not as critical as the Filipino maid imagined.

??The main seat of the dining table was given to the elder He Pingsui, and He Mingkun and Meng Tinghe sat opposite each other as prime ministers under him.

??Under this kind of seat, He Pingsui's attention could not help but fall on the young man at the dining table.

?? After saying hello last night, Meng Tinghe went back to his room. He didn't have much time for He Pingsui to observe carefully. He could only be amazed from those few short glances.

??Looking at his facial features again, He Pingsui was still amazed, but also felt a faint sense of familiarity.

?? It seems to have seen it somewhere.

??…

?? Although the sizing was done quietly, Meng Tinghe still captured it accurately.

??He turned his head sideways, and met He Pingsui's eyes.

?? "..."

??Seeing that the person was caught straight, He Pingsui was not embarrassed, but with a vague smile, he raised his glass to Meng Tinghe casually.

??——Although it contains milk.

??The man is wearing a formal shirt, but he toasts solemnly and like a toast.

?? It's just... a little funny.

??Meng Tinghe looked away, turned the handle of the spoon, and scooped up the last red date in the bowl.

??He Pingsui also realized what he had done, and clicked his tongue lightly.

?? The atmosphere is a bit weird.

?? He Mingkun looked at this and then that, endured sleepiness, and carefully found a topic for an awkward chat: "Uncle, did you rest well last night?"

??It's good not to mention this, but when He Mingkun mentioned it, He Pingsui heard the faint voice of chanting again.

??He pressed his temple: "It's okay."

??He Mingkun: "Do you want to stay for a few more days, uncle?"

??He Pingsui raised his eyelids and looked at him.

?? His eldest nephew, his reluctance is almost written on his face, and he pretends that he is covering it up very well.It's a pity that the impatient white eyes can be seen by anyone who is not blind.

??Why bother.

?? Still at his home after all, He Pingsui didn't say anything like "It's better to shut up if you're so reluctant".

?? "No, just leave later."

?? The nephew and uncle had a conversation.During this period, He Pingsui didn't look at Meng Tinghe again.

?? Meng Tinghe quietly drinking porridge beside him, like an elegant and quiet background board.

??…

??He Pingsui, as he himself said, left with his suitcase not long after breakfast.With the roar of the engine, the silver-gray supercar disappeared from sight.

??Meng Tinghe looked at the phone after watching the supercar go away as arrogantly as it did when it came through the window.

??The number of the little red dot on the WeChat icon stopped at 16.

??Meng Tinghe clicked on the dialog box with the most information.

?? It was Cheng Xuyuan who sent more than a dozen messages.

?? [Cheng Xuyuan]: [Link]

??[Cheng Xuyuan]: What to do, Tinghe, they have been talking nonsense, and what they said is true.How can their mouths be so dirty! !

??…

??[Cheng Xuyuan]: No, this is a horse rider, why don't I clarify it.

??Meng Tinghe clicked on that link.Inside is a post from their school's post bar, which was posted the night before.

??-[picture]

??-melon?

??-Is that the one from the School of Economics and Management?

??-Speaking of which, everyone must have been chasing after him for several months.

??-Shut up!Ahhhhh I don't believe it! !My big beauty ah ah ah! ! !

?? - Hunk heartbreak.

??-Laughing to death, you are still a beauty, everyone will go to the rich second generation's house.

??-That is, his family doesn't seem to have much money, so what's the use of looking good, no wonder a person with a little money let him go.

??-Less fucking sour, can't think of something better???

??-hmk has white moonlight, what do you think?

??…

??The picture is He Mingkun's sporty sports car. The figures are a little blurry, but one of them is Meng Tinghe.

??Meng Tinghe flipped through the chat history, half of it was heartbroken and the other half was yin and yang, mixed with hundreds of scolding battles.

?? He quit the link and calmly sent a message to Cheng Xuyuan.

??-Thanks buddy, nothing more to say.

?? After all, it will only get darker and darker at this time.

?? After comforting Cheng Xuyuan, who was so angry that he smashed the bed, Meng Tinghe clicked on another dialog box.

??[Brother Yan Cen]: Baby, I'm in Jiangshi, let's get together tonight?

??Ok?

??Meng Tinghe directly dialed a phone number, and the other end answered it quickly.

?? "Brother Cen, didn't you go to country Y?"

?? Yan Cen, Meng Tinghe's other childhood friend, went to country Y for exchange and study a few days ago, and ran into Jin Liang who was also going abroad on the street.

The voice from the other end was lazy: "I came back yesterday. Jin Liang's idiot is still there, saying that he didn't play enough drifting."

??Meng Tinghe: "...OK. Where do we gather?"

?? Yan Cen conveniently sent a location: "Nightingale."

?? Hearing the name, it must not be an ordinary restaurant.

?? Sure enough, Yan Cen continued: "It's a club. Let's eat directly. I heard that the Wuchang fish there is delicious. Do you want to go?"

?? When Meng Tinghe heard that there was a fish, he immediately retracted his words, thinking that he could actually give it a try.

??…

??————

?? Nightingale, a well-known club in Jiang City, with high consumption and good privacy, at least one person who can go there has power and money.

?? "Actually, I haven't been here, but Lin Lao Er has been here. He said that Wuchang fish is a must here."

?? Yan Cen looked sideways at Meng Tinghe, and walked into Nightingale with him.

??The waiter in cheongsam smiled decently and led them to the reserved box.

??Nightingale's box is also a major selling point of their house.Almost all styles of decoration are included here, and each box is a different world. Opening different doors, the experience is equivalent to opening a blind box.

??The private room that Yan Cen booked was not big, and it was decorated in a classical style. The ink painting on the wall seemed to be the original work of the master.

??Worthy of being a nightingale known for its trenches.

?? Yan Cen put the car keys on the table, saw Meng Tinghe observing the landscape painting, and said with a smile, "Have you been here before?"

??Meng Tinghe shook his head: "No. I'm alone, why are you here?"

?? Yan Cen: "That brother brought you here today."

??Meng Tinghe finished admiring the landscape painting and sat down beside him.

?? Yan Cen moved to the side, and his voice softened a bit: "Uncle still hasn't let go?"

"No." Meng Tinghe's smile faded, and he changed the topic, "How is the exchange in Country Y?"

??He was born in a family of designers. His grandfather and father are both top fashion designers. There are many high-end luxury products in his family.

?? "It's okay, I exchanged ideas, but it's still a little bit worse."

?? Yan Cen's words were prettified. In fact, this exchange in country Y gave him new design ideas, but he always felt that something was missing, and many blueprints were scrapped.

?? Many people in the same industry saw the already perfect drawings being thrown into the shredder, and their hearts were also broken.

??…

?? The waiter knocked twice outside the door, and after getting permission, he came in and served the dishes, then bowed and retreated.

?? Yan Cen: "Okay, cub, let's eat first."

??The steamed Wuchang fish comes first, and there are two cups of soup.

??Meng Tinghe stretched out his chopsticks gracefully and calmly, but those who are familiar with him can feel a sense of impatience.

?? He picked up a piece of fish belly meat, dipped it in the dipping sauce, and bit down expectantly.

??Fragrant, delicious, really delicious!

??Meng Tinghe's eyes brightened slightly.

?? Yan Cen looked at him with some amusement, not in a hurry to eat the fish, and stirred the spoon, thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, why did you live there?"

?? Meng Tinghe choked.

?? Yan Cen immediately stopped talking, and gave him a pat on the back: "Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk, eat slowly, be careful, and don't fight with you."

??Meng Tinghe spat out that sinful fishbone and answered him: "No, just stay for a few days."

??Since He Mingkun didn't cause any harm to his life before, Meng Tinghe didn't mention it to them.

?? Yan Cen narrowed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. He kept moving his hands and helped Meng Tinghe pick the fishbone.

?? It was rare for the two to get together, and they ate a meal for more than two hours.

??09:30.

?? Yan Cen put down his teacup: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

??Meng Tinghe stood up as he said, and pushed open the door of the box.

??In the classical-style box, the lighting is not bright, and there is even a dim feeling of flickering candle shadows, but the light refracted by the crystal lamps in the corridor is extremely shining.

??In light and in darkness, the beauty leaning against the door waiting for someone is a painting.

?? The problem that had troubled him for many days came to his mind in an instant, Yan Cen ignored the car keys, walked forward quickly, walked around Meng Tinghe's waist, and led him into the house.

??Meng Tinghe blinked: "What?"

??"measure it."

?? Yan Cen put his arms around Meng Tinghe's waist, and explained: "It's been a long time since I made clothes for you, please measure if the size has changed."

??Meng Tinghe was silent: "...Brother Cen, I just had enough."

?? This data doesn't make any sense, okay?

"It's only half a fish." After careful comparison, Yan Cen came to the conclusion, "Why is your waistline so thin? It's thin enough, give me more."

?? "..."

??————

?? From the room at the end of this floor, two people came out.

??The shorter one is full, with a happy expression, and is still encouraging the other party: "Brother He, are you really not coming to the night show? I think you are in a good mood today."

??He Pingsui refused very simply: "I won't come."

?? Tang Ying chose to look regretful: "Okay. I can't talk to you every time. I forgot to ask just now, have you played Suihe Villa?"

??"played."

?? "How about it, isn't it fun!!"

??He Pingsui's voice was still casual, and he couldn't tell at all that he actually played until two o'clock in the morning the night before.

??"good."

?? Tang Ying chose: "Hey, what is your initial mission?"

??He Pingsui touched these four words: "You mean the main line? It seems to be investigating a theft case."

?? I have to sell charcoal! Why!"

??The cursing was full of blood and tears of Fei Chief, but He Pingsui ignored him.

??The door to the box to their right is open.

?? There are two people standing at the door.

??One of them was a tall man with hair dyed sorrel, standing sideways by the door, unable to see his face clearly.

??From He Pingsui's point of view, the other person seemed to be held in that man's arms.

??The posture is ambiguous and the attitude is intimate.

?? The other person can see the face clearly.

?? It was the one I just met this morning.

?? Meng, listen, crane.