Chapter 66
Hearing what Meng Wanqiu said, Meng Mingxia flicked her forehead instantly and said unhappily: "You little bastard, you didn't even inform me when something so serious happened."
Whether it was July 15 or in the town, there were places to call, and they were told his contact number. These two people were deliberately hiding it from him.
Meng Wanqiu didn't dare to hide, and wanted to hug Meng Mingxia's arm like begging for mercy, but was dodged by the other party. He said hesitantly: "Oh, isn't it too tight? There's no time."
Pei Xingzhi pulled Meng Wanqiu towards him without leaving a trace, "Second brother, don't hit her, this is my fault, I didn't consider things carefully."
Meng Mingxia took a step back, raised an eyebrow and looked at the couple, holding hands and standing very close.
Pei Xingzhi leaned back, Meng Wanqiu was a little in front of him. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and he stood behind the slender and beautiful Meng Wanqiu, like a small mountain, protecting her steadily and firmly.
Meng Mingxia felt sad for a moment, and thought, well, he won't say anything, he has become a bad guy after all this trouble.
"Okay, let's not talk about this, remember to tell me if you have anything next time, so as not to make people worry." Meng Mingxia said.
Meng Wanqiu nodded obediently, Pei Xingzhi responded to Meng Mingxia verbally, but his deep phoenix eyes looked at Meng Wanqiu, with determination in his eyes, there will be no next time, he will protect her well.
He promised.
"By the way, Xiaowan, do you know that the old Taoist priest is here?" Meng Mingxia turned his head and asked Meng Wanqiu. He admired this Taoist priest so much. The skill he showed in Song Zhen's office today almost made his jaw drop.
Fortune telling, just by looking at Political Commissar Zuo, he knew everything about his life clearly.
"Old Taoist priest? What old Taoist priest?" Meng Wanqiu was puzzled, and then she felt Pei Xingzhi pinching her hand.
"It's the old Taoist priest who my grandma took you to see a doctor. He came to the door and said that he predicted that you were in trouble, so he came to help you explain it." Speaking of the old Taoist priest, Meng Mingxia's eyes were full of light, and he exuded emotions such as admiration and respect.
Meng Wanqiu's eyes widened, and she found the scene from her vague memory. Her voice suddenly rose, "That old Taoist priest!"
As soon as Meng Wanqiu finished speaking, she was aware of something coming towards her. She moved her feet and dodged it, and then the second time.
Unexpectedly, she dodged the second time, but not the third time.
A small melon seed hit Meng Wanqiu's forehead accurately, leaving a red mark.
"Wanwan--"
"Stinky girl, is this how you call your master?"
Pei Xingzhi's cold voice and an old voice rang out together.
Meng Wanqiu covered her forehead and looked over in disbelief. She saw Song Zhen, Leng Han and a man wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a bun on his head, a long beard, gray eyebrows, wrinkled eyes staring at Meng Wanqiu, and the breath from his nose blew up his goatee.
For a moment, the memory of this man that had been vaguely forgotten to a corner of the brain became clear again.
Meng Wanqiu was stunned. This old man was still so shameless. She didn't get angry when she was beaten, but he still had the nerve to get angry.
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The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s
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