Boss, stay!

Boss Ji didn't mean to meddle in other people's family affairs at all, but someone knocked on the door of his office near lunch time, and he opened the door to see Meng Sien, who came to invite him to have lunch.

Speaking of which, Meng Si'en is also a man in his early twenties, but this guy doesn't know whether he has his own temperament or something, his reddened eyes and smiling face are extremely painful, and it's in the heart of Boss Ji, who is only six or seven years older than him Arousing the love of an old father, Boss Ji asked him kindly: "What's the matter, is this?"

Boss Ji forgot that he had pretended not to accept Meng Sien's tricks before.

Meng Sien had long hands and long legs, bent over and curled up in the chair, folded his hands on the table, rested his chin on the back of the folded hands, and said with a bit of grievance in his voice, "I was reprimanded by my dad!" When I asked, he was like a child who was stunned.

Boss Ji leaned against the back of the chair and said, "Isn't it just that I bit your finger, can't you take it?"

"The old man's heart is on his shoulder blades. I came all the way to find this poor country..." He raised his eyes to look at Boss Ji, his long eyelashes curled up, trembling, and the words "remote country" Immediately made a correction: "My mortal body went all the way to find this secluded place, like a fairy cave, and my father didn't ask me whether it was hard or hard to find, but right away he scolded me for not doing my job properly, skipping classes and skipping school! Who is so wronged after going to college?"

Boss Ji thought, there is no need for him to go to such lengths to oppose Dou Ying, as long as he spends so much time begging his father and brother for permission, Meng Zhao and Meng Siqing will also have to use [-]% of their willpower to resist his unreasonableness request!

Boss Ji couldn't resist, and Boss Ji wouldn't comfort him. Boss Ji rubbed his hands and said, "Then what, isn't it called dinner? Let's go to eat? It's not good to tell Mr. Meng to wait for us!"

Meng Sien lay there motionless: "Sister Qi hasn't finished cooking yet. There are several dishes that Meng Siqing likes. Sister Qi came here with Dad, and his good fortune will not be missed."

Boss Ji really didn't know, Boss Ji didn't show it on his face, Boss Ji said with a smile: "Well, this..."

"Brother Ji, does my brother come over for dinner every day?" Meng Sien asked directly without going around the corner.

Boss Ji: "...Let's go to eat." Boss Ji went out while putting on his coat.

Meng Si'en snorted, "That's Tiantian?" He followed, thinking of something, as if he had a button on his body, when he went out, he swept away the depression just now, and commented on the dishes prepared by sister Qi today.

When the two of them entered the room, Sister Qi was putting dishes on the table. Mr. Meng invited Ji Kangcheng in, and said with a smile: "I have been bothering Mr. Ji these days, let's have a light meal together today to express our feelings. The dishes are simple, so don't be disgusted! But Sister Qi's craftsmanship is worthy of praise, Mr. Ji will know once he tastes it."

The dishes on this table are definitely not simple, but most of them are all kinds of vegetables, the colors are well matched, and there are not many meat dishes that are exquisitely cooked. That's the real cannibalism. He couldn't help but glance at Meng Sien, who was always inquiring about gossip. Meng Sien was pinching his chopsticks and asked Meng Zhao eagerly, "Dad, don't you wait for brother?"

Meng Zhao squinted at him: "Who said that Siqing is coming? How can he have time to run around? Are they all idle like you?"

Meng Sien seemed to be in disbelief, rolled his eyes back and forth on several dishes, and muttered softly, "Can't tell?"

Sister Qi couldn't help but groaned: "Little ancestor, are these dishes only Siqing's favorite?" There is no class distinction in his family, and Sister Qi calls them both by name, and eats at the same table with them .

Seeing Meng Sien, Ji Laopan groaned. It seemed that the kid couldn't think of anything to refute the food. He watched Meng Zhao act like a spoiled child: "Father, I'm starving to death!"

Meng Zhao snorted: "You deserve it, I told you to try the pain of running around!"

Meng Si'en gave Meng Zhao food in a doggy manner: "Dad, you have survived this round of training!"

Meng Zhao glared at him, and then said with a smile: "Mr. Ji laughed, this child... oh, the belated child, everyone in the family dotes on him, and he is so used to it that he loses his appearance!"

Ji Laopan said sincerely: "Where are you going to laugh! Young Master Meng is very good!" Even after quarrels and reprimands, their father and son are still so close, Ji Laopan can only hide his envy in his heart and not show it.

Mr. Meng was greedy, and stretched his chopsticks towards the meat dishes a few times, but was blocked by sister Qi. It was fine if Mr. Meng failed a few times, and he only chatted with Mr. Ji, and the topic always revolved around business matters. , leaving Meng Sien, who was hesitant to speak, holding his breath beside him.

Ji Laopan chatted with Meng Lao for a few rounds, and followed Meng Lao's eyes to pay attention to Meng Si'en's movements several times, and finally understood his role in this dinner——Meng Lao didn't want to talk about their conflicts with his youngest son, He used the presence of himself as an outsider to block his youngest son's mouth!

Several times Meng Sien wanted to talk, but she was fooled by sister Qi's well-timed food. She put wine stuffed meatballs for Meng Sien, and said: "When you were young, you always snatched this dish from Siqing's bowl, and the little guy couldn't eat it with chopsticks and spoons. If you can’t hold it steady, it can spread across the table. Next time you have this dish, Siqing will feed it to you! No one will grab it from you now, come on, eat more.”

She caught fish for Meng Sien, and said: "When you were young, you ate fish with Siqing, and Siqing shaved the fishbone for you. Now you don't want sister Qi to shave it for you."

At this time, Mr. Meng said: "When this kid was young, his elder brother took him more than me and his mother. This kid Siqing is a gourd with a sawed beak, and he spoiled this kid into a silly young master without making a sound! "

Meng Sien suddenly put down his chopsticks as if he couldn't stand it, and Meng Sien's cheeks puffed up after Meng Lao's slap, but he couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Father, Meng Siqing can't have the final say on the business of the Meng family."

Meng Zhao also put down his chopsticks. His face was not as serious as when Meng Sien entered the door. He looked at Meng Sien: "What does he say? Then you say it."

Ji Laopan felt that it was better to go by himself when it involved other people's family affairs, so he pulled the stool: "Meng Lao..."

Meng Zhao pressed on his shoulder: "It's okay, let's hear what Si'en has to say!" He pointed at Meng Si'en with his chin: "Just say it, as long as what you say is reasonable, the business of the Meng family is not a problem. Your brother alone has the final say."

Meng Sien adjusted his clothes as if reporting work, sat upright, clasped his hands on the edge of the dining table, and said: "We are from business, and Dou's family has a lot of property, and Dou Ying only holds her literature website in her hands." , It has nothing to do with us, I don't believe that Meng Siqing poured money here for the benefit of our business, he made it clear that he wanted to use our money to save his girlfriend, I disagree with this."

Meng Zhao nodded: "Your elder brother talked to me about this, I think it's okay!"

Meng Si'en said angrily, "Does Meng Siqing know about Dou Ying's business? How did he know about her girlfriend's bedside affair? Or did he know that the Dou family's business was untouchable, yet he still wanted to give the Meng family to his girlfriend?" Pad? Daddy, don't be fooled by the two of them?"

The expression on Meng Zhao's face remained unchanged: "How do you know? You'd better be able to explain why." But his low tone still betrayed his inner anger.