Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

After agreeing to her son's request, Meng's mother hung up the phone and looked up, only to meet a pair of eyes filled with curiosity and gossip.

A beautiful woman with slightly curly hair was the first to ask, "Was that your Jiuan just now? From the looks of it, are they in love?"

Someone spoke up, and the others became curious.

"Yes, yes, isn't it said that Jiuan practices Buddhism and doesn't like women?"

"The girl is from Guangcheng? I know Guangcheng well! Tell me which family she is from, and I'll help you get in touch with her!"

"Didn't you hear me just now? That girl runs that kind of place!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone else shut up, thinking in their hearts, those who open that kind of place, aren’t they... With such a background, it would be difficult for them to even enter an ordinary wealthy family, let alone a top wealthy family like the Meng family.

They all focused their attention on Meng's mother, and seeing the smile on her face, they couldn't help but feel puzzled and couldn't understand what she was thinking.

Mother Meng looked at the many curious eyes, took a sip of coffee slowly, and then explained: "What do you know? You have never seen Shao Shao, so you have no right to speak..."

"And I'm not stupid. I naturally hired a private detective to investigate her. She was a child with a miserable life. After her mother passed away, she started Sunflowers. She's not stupid..."

"The most important thing is, hehe, I took her horoscope to a master, and it turned out that she and my daughter are a perfect match!"

The Meng family is from Shantou. They originally started out in Chaoshan, and later, with the expansion of Meng Jiuan, they took over the port city.

Meng's mother believed very much in Feng Shui and the Eight Characters compatibility for marriages.

The other noble ladies nodded secretly when they heard this. One of them smiled and said, "Our family is already rich and noble, so we don't need the woman to add icing on the cake. Young people nowadays all value free love, so we can't control so much..."

……

As night falls, the lights are on.

Zhu Baishao finally returned to Sunflower.

Because she had contacted Aunt An before boarding the plane, as soon as she got off the car, Aunt An, who had been waiting at the door, hugged her tightly.

"Auntie An."

Aunt An looked her up and down, and when she saw that she hadn't lost any weight after being away for so many days, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning around and looking around, Aunt An directly hugged her and led her into the exclusive elevator, and someone sent her luggage upstairs.

In the elevator, Aunt An looked worried and whispered, "Shao Shao, you were filmed in the corridor when you went to see Madam Meng. The video went viral and the man called us..."

Zhu Baishao's smile faded, his eyes turned cold, and he said hatefully: "Hong, Wen, Jun!"

Every word, gritted teeth.

Before she could plan how to avenge Zhu's mother, he showed up at her doorstep.

Thinking of the lipstick of the enchanting witch in the system space, Zhu Baishao narrowed her eyes slightly and came up with an idea in her mind. She not only wanted Hong Wenjun to die, but also to be ruined.

"Auntie An, if he calls again, please help me ask him out. Don't meet him at Sunflower, meet him at... um... doesn't Hong Wenjun have a building at home? Let's meet him there."

Zhu Baishao's thick eyelashes drooped, hiding the dangerous light in her eyes.

Aunt An's plump face showed even more worry. She advised, "Shaoshao, he is a lustful and daring man! How can you go to see him?"

Isn't that like throwing a meat bun at a dog, which is gone but never comes back?

Zhu Baishao leaned over and took Aunt An's arm, gently shaking it twice, and whispered, "Aunt An, do you still not understand me? Can I risk my life for you?"

Aunt An hesitated for a moment. Based on her understanding of Zhu Baishao, she knew that he would not do such a risky thing, so she nodded, but still added: "I will go with you then. I don't feel comfortable letting you go to such a den of wolves and tigers alone..."

"Ding"

The elevator reaches the top floor.

This time, it was Zhu Baishao who took Aunt An out of the elevator.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

She agreed verbally, but in her heart she decided to find something to do that day to tie up Aunt An and not let her go and take risks.

After comforting Aunt An and taking care of some things in the nightclub, I returned to my room.

Zhu Baishao then remembered that she had not replied to Meng Jiuan yet, so she took out her cell phone.

There are unread messages and missed calls.

Meng: Are you done with your work? I'll pick you up when you're done.

Meng: Have you gotten off the plane? I'll go to Guangcheng to see you tomorrow.

When I looked at the time, I saw that she sent it when she was on the plane.

Zhu Baishao leaned back on the sofa and quickly replied: I just got home and I’m a little tired.

Just after sending the message, Meng Jiuan called. Zhu Baishao refused and then made a video call on WeChat.

Meng Jiuan answered the call immediately.

"Shao Shao..."

Meng Jiuan's face was hidden in the dim light, unclear, but his calm eyes were looking at Zhu Baishao on the screen with some tenderness.

Zhu Baishao looked at the dim light on the other side of the video and asked in confusion: "Where are you? The light is too dim."

Meng Jiuan is now in the car, heading to his uncle's mansion.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and immediately looked at Zhao Lei who was driving. Zhao Lei had been paying attention to his movements. When he saw him from the rearview mirror, he immediately turned on the interior lights.

The picture suddenly became clear.

Zhu Baishao was half lying on the sofa at this time, her hair was slightly messy, but with a lazy beauty, her pair of charming eyes were looking at the exceptionally handsome Meng Jiuan on the screen.

It was as if there were hooks in his eyes, hooking Meng Jiuan tightly.

He just felt that the fire that she had aroused before was burning more and more vigorously in his body.

Meng Jiuan cleared his throat, breaking the silence, and asked, "Have you finished your work? Do you need my help?"

The voice was still a little hoarse.

Zhu Baishao smiled, "It's just some common bumps and frictions in nightclubs... I don't have that many important things to do. As for help, I can't ask you to come and help every time, right?"

Meng Jiuan's expression had long lost the indifference he had when they first met. His eyes were sincere and his tone was serious: "I am willing, no matter how many times I am willing."

Zhu Baishao smiled and spoke tenderly, "Why? Are you going to make big promises for me, Jiu? If I need your help in everything, I will become a waste. If I have to rely on you in everything in the future, I will annoy you to death..."

She was joking, but Meng Jiuan took it seriously, his eyes full of solemnity: "I can donate my existing property before marriage, or notarize it, and we can sign a property agreement to classify all my existing assets as joint property of the couple... I can support you for the rest of your life."

There is a saying that money cannot measure everything, but it can make you see everything clearly, and talking about money is the best way to see a man clearly.

A man who is willing to spend money on you may not necessarily love you, but a man who is unwilling to spend money on you definitely does not love you.

Zhu Baishao looked at the screen with a smile and asked, "Are you proposing to me?"