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The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Gan Qi bravely introduced them to each other:

"Zhang Xing, this is Mr. Meng. Mr. Meng, this is Zhang Xing, my cousin of Sister Mei who lives next door."

Meng Yan was very dissatisfied with this introduction. Why call him "Mr. Meng" in front of outsiders?

If they are so distant from each other, where does his identity as a husband stand?

Zhang Xing had already sensed from this subtle address that the relationship between the couple was in jeopardy.

A subtle hostility slowly arose between Zhang Xing and Meng Yan.

Meng Yan and Zhang Xing, one tall and one short, one ugly and one handsome, looked at each other for a few seconds.

In Meng Yan's eyes, Zhang Xing in front of him was unremarkable in every aspect. He had the kind of ordinary face that couldn't be picked out in a crowd. How could he be compared with himself?

But in Zhang Xing's eyes, Meng Yan is just a failed man with good looks and about to get divorced.

Even if he's tall and handsome, so what? He's probably just a pretty face.

Zhang Xing glanced sideways and noticed Meng Yan's Dongfeng car parked nearby.

Seeing this ordinary car, he instantly felt more confident.

"Oh, it's Mr. Meng. Nice to meet you! Is this Dongfeng car yours?"

Meng Yan did not respond, but Zhang Xing continued:

"Not bad, not bad. I didn't realize you're such a practical man! People who don't have a lot of money usually choose this kind of cost-effective car. Unlike me, the Mercedes-Benz at home is not practical at all and doesn't even have as much capacity as this car."

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell he was in Versailles.

However, since Gan Qi and Wen Wen who were present already knew Meng Yan's true identity, Zhang Xing's words seemed a little awkward.

Meng Yan is the president of the Meng Group. Any display of affection in front of him seems out of place.

Of course, Meng Yan rarely compares himself with others in terms of cars - his food, clothing and daily necessities have all been tailor-made for him since he was a child, and there are rows of luxury cars parked in the garage, all gathering dust.

He didn't hear Zhang Xing's "Versailles" at all, Meng Yan just frowned slightly.

His mind was full of thoughts: Zhang Xing was Gan Qi's original blind date...

Why did this person suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Moreover, judging by his behavior and appearance, he should be considered a moderate success in the eyes of ordinary people. Gan Qi...wouldn't be tempted!!!

She was in a hurry to separate and divorce me. Could it be that she was bewitched by this man?

It had only been a few days and a strange man had approached his wife, and Meng Yan's sense of crisis grew.

Wen Wen saw that the atmosphere had cooled down and took the initiative to make small talk:

"Is that so... your car is a Mercedes? Only people with money and talent can afford it. That's impressive."

She hugged Lele and quickly changed the subject: "Sister Gan Qi, shall we go upstairs? Preparing the food will take quite a while."

Zhang Xing heard her say: "You guys are going upstairs to eat? What are you eating?"

He was also muttering in his heart: Didn’t she say she was separating and divorcing her husband? Why do they seem so harmonious?

—This Mr. Meng is going upstairs too? Could it be that they are trying to reconcile?

This is very bad. Zhang Xing is preparing to launch an attack.

Several people entered the unit and went up the stairs one floor at a time.

Zhang Xing originally came back to get something, but now he followed Gan Qi up and tried to make small talk:

"Gan Qi, what are you planning to eat? Hot pot or stir-fry? Let me recommend a hot pot base! It tastes really good."

Gan Qi hated the fact that this man had no sense of boundaries and was buzzing around her ears like a fly.

But considering that Meng Yan was there too, in order to make him give up as soon as possible, she pretended to have a good relationship with Zhang Xing.

"I was originally planning to cook, but after hearing what you said... hot pot is also a good idea. Which hot pot base do you recommend?"

Zhang Xing: "The brand is called De Zhuang, and it has a particularly strong spicy flavor! I've been eating it for years! I just happen to have a few pieces of base in the refrigerator. I'll bring them to you later."

Meng Yan listened to this familiar conversation and clenched his fists.

This Zhang Xing and his wife are so familiar with each other???

Wen Wen noticed her brother-in-law's mood swings, so she quickly stepped up the stairs to separate the two of them, intending to ease the atmosphere:

"Zhang Xing, I heard from Aunt Zhang that you don't usually live in this neighborhood. When did you become the opposite of Sister Gan Qi?"

Zhang Xing: "The upstairs is my cousin's house, and it's across from Gan Qi. It's quite a coincidence. I came to visit yesterday and found out that it was Gan Qi who lived across the street. It's really fate."

fate?

When Meng Yan used this word in front of the other person's husband, he became furious.

Under normal circumstances, people like this would die without even knowing how they died!

Wen Wen: "Oh, are you visiting your cousin's house?"

She quickly glanced at Meng Yan and used her eyes to remind her brother-in-law:

It's okay, it's okay, just visiting, there's nothing between the two of us.

Zhang Xing: "Originally, I was just visiting, but I'll be staying here for the next few days."

Wenwen: …

Meng Yan:!!!

Zhang Xing's attention was clearly on Gan Qi:

"By the way, Gan Qi, do you have enough ingredients for hot pot? My cousin has a lot of meatballs in the refrigerator. Can I get you some?"

Such a blatant show of affection makes Meng Yan, the husband, seem like an "outsider".

Meng Yan cleared his throat deliberately: "Don't worry about it, I'll have someone deliver any food you need."

When he said about having someone deliver it, he meant that five-star hotels would directly ask the chef to wash and deliver it.

Zhang Xing thought he meant ordering takeout.

"Takeout is too slow, taking dozens of minutes, and there's a running fee. My cousin has a pile of hot pot meatballs in the refrigerator."

Soon, several people arrived at the door of the room.

Looking at the close distance between the doors, Meng Yan felt even more disgusted with Zhang Xing.

The suggestion of "hot pot" seemed to really impress Gan Qi, and she asked the two:

"Do you agree to eat hot pot?"

Wenwen: "Uh, I can do anything."

Wen Wen was quite conflicted. On the one hand, she didn't want to give Zhang Xing the opportunity to "perform".

On the other hand, she suddenly realized that if she ate hot pot, her sister and brother-in-law would have more time to spend together.