Chapter 268: Settling Accounts

In Meng Zhiyuan's words, Su Mingyu is a "sales genius." According to the plot, Su Mingyu is the protagonist. In the reasonable explanation from Wang Yan's perspective, with the help of influential people, the blessing of good fortune, her own hard work, and the occasional guidance from him, Wang Mou, Su Mingyu's success is a matter of course.

Ever since she started her own business with Meng Zhiyuan in 2009, Su Mingyu took off and never came down. Meng Zhiyuan can still be considered a good boss, though of course, there is the factor of his genuine favoritism toward Su Mingyu. In 2009 alone, after Meng Zhiyuan finished recruiting partners and building the factory for production, she earned two hundred thousand in just half a year. This was even with Su Mingyu being distracted by schoolwork, which delayed her somewhat.

In 2010, she earned nearly six hundred thousand directly, and that was after taxes. Wang Yan feels that the one truly using a cheat code is, damn it, Meng Zhiyuan. If Su Mingyu, a team leader with only a few people under her, earned six hundred thousand, there's no need to even ask about Meng Zhiyuan. And to achieve all this took less than two years; this, damn it, is what being favored by the Heavens really is.

To be honest, if he, Wang Mou, didn't have the help of the System, his "Sugar Daddy," let alone Meng Zhiyuan, he wouldn't even be fit to carry Su Mingyu's shoes. After all, at this moment, Su Mingyu is just like him: a junior in college, still a student.

Of course, Wang Yan will not belittle himself; mainly, he has a clear positioning of himself: just a lucky ordinary person, even though, having reached today, he is no longer ordinary...

Furthermore, Meng Zhiyuan's current favoritism might not be without the influence of his, Wang Mou's, intentions. When the young girl he thinks highly of and has cultivated takes a boyfriend, it is only natural to ask carefully and vet him later. Su Mingyu wouldn't lie to him, so Wang Yan's background had long since leaked out; it's impossible that he had no thoughts on it.

Wang Yan didn't hide anything; he even took Su Mingyu to wander around the company and factory, with the original intention of telling her that there was plenty of money and she didn't need to work so hard. Unexpectedly, it backfired, and Su Mingyu worked even harder. She knew, of course, that it was futile, but she just wanted to do it—she wouldn't submit.

In the first half of 2010, Su Mingyu used the hundreds of thousands she had earned to buy a newly built three-bedroom apartment of over a hundred square meters in the Gusu city center with a loan, paying the mortgage monthly herself. By the time Wang Yan found out, it was during the Chinese New Year of that year, after she had redecorated and aired out the place.

Su Mingyu decided to only stay at the villa occasionally, living in her newly purchased house the rest of the time. And since it was in the city center, life and everything else were very convenient. Naturally, Wang Yan was "kept"...

In fact, he had been "kept" since the end of 2009, because that year's New Year was spent by him and Su Mingyu together in the villa. It had already been a year and a half, damn it; what else was there to think about?

Mid-July, 2011, in a house in the Gusu city center.

Su Mingyu's pretty face was flushed with lingering passion, and leaning in Wang Yan's arms, she murmured weakly: "What do you plan to do after graduation?"

Wang Yan held Su Mingyu, winding her hair around his fingertips: "Haven't I been kept by you for two years? What else do you want me to do? Are you tired of me? You, Su Mingyu, you haven't even pulled up your pants yet, and you're already trying to renege on the account."

"You have no sense of propriety, I'm talking to you seriously." Su Mingyu slapped Wang Yan's abdominal muscles hard in annoyance, with a loud 'slap' sound.

"Just look at the company occasionally, no need for me to worry. My expenses are covered by you, my little rich woman, what else do I need to do? Wouldn't it be fine to just be a beautiful man at home?"

"Can you speak properly?"

"Yes, yes, yes." His physique is quite good, thick-skinned and fleshy.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Su Mingyu said: "Hurry up and say it."

"Be a teacher, teach some books." Wang Yan said: "Just the one where I interned before, the No. 13 Middle School not far from our home."

Gusu No. 13 Junior High School was only a twenty-minute walk from the house Su Mingyu bought. When he interned before, he had specifically looked for one nearby. This No. 13 Middle School was an ordinary middle school, the kind that was neither high nor low, and he had been a Chinese teacher there for half a year.

Junior high students are half-grown kids, not as ignorant as elementary students, and not under as much pressure as high schoolers; relatively speaking, being a teacher is also easier. He felt it was pretty good; anyway, he had nothing serious to do, so he thought about teaching books and educating people. He had already asked both the school and the Education Bureau, and everything was arranged. He was just waiting to officially start on September 1st, beginning his first career as a junior high Chinese teacher in his life. As for the teacher qualification certificate, he would just take the exam when the time came; it was a piece of cake.

"You're really going to be a teacher?" Su Mingyu laughed: "Don't go and corrupt other people's children, Wang Laoshi?"

"How can you say that? Don't you know what level I'm at? Teaching junior high students is more than enough."

"Yes, yes, yes, you're the most amazing, is that not enough?"

Although she was perfunctory with her words, Su Mingyu was still very convinced. She used to think Wang Yan was just a second-generation rich kid, but as she had more contact with him, she discovered the profound and vast wisdom of the person beside her.

Not to mention Long Teng, which had already developed into a behemoth, just the work-related things she complained to Wang Yan about in her spare time—she hadn't expected to get any guidance, just to vent. But she didn't expect Wang Yan to talk about it in a logical and organized way. At first, she didn't take it seriously, just thinking his shameless energy was acting up again. But later, she discovered that many things and many people were basically not different from what Wang Yan had said. Her growth was so fast, and the importance of the person beside her was self-evident.

Wang Yan chuckled, held her quietly for a while, and said: "Let's get married next year."

"Why wait until next year?" This was the first time Wang Yan had mentioned marriage, and she was happy. She had set her heart on Wang Yan, just puzzled why it had to be next year.

"Stupid, it's stipulated by law." Wang Yan said: "I'll only be twenty-two next June, how about we get married in June?"

"I'll listen to you."

"What about children? What do you think?"

The room quieted down, and for a moment, it was quiet enough to hear only their breathing.

Wang Yan didn't disturb her, knowing she was reminded of bad memories. For them, there was no such thing as career planning or life development. So having children had nothing to do with anything else, just whether they wanted to or not. He was just mentioning it to Su Mingyu; whether they had them or not didn't matter, it wouldn't have any impact.

"I want children, I definitely want children."

After a long while, Su Mingyu's voice was low: "Regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, I will treat him well, and you must treat him well too."

"You can rest assured." Wang Yan gently patted her back and changed the subject: "Let me tell you something fun, when I was interning before..."

Su Mingyu listened to Wang Yan's words; having worked hard all day and worked overtime at night, she fell asleep without realizing it.

Wang Yan turned off the lights and held Su Mingyu, brewing sleepiness.

Two years later, the Body-Strengthening Pill had long been sold across the country, and even overseas. The gray industrial chain, like in other worlds, had developed once again, adding bricks and tiles to the cause of poverty alleviation and striving for a moderately prosperous life.

With this guarantee, Long Teng borrowed money desperately from major banks, investing in various research experiments centered on "Chaos." The various project teams split from "Chaos"—those owned by Long Teng and those funded by Long Teng for research in various laboratories—had long since begun their offensives, with reports of success coming one after another. According to the current progress, it is expected that the No. 1 machine will be produced in a little over a year. This time is still quite generous compared to what Wang Yan imagined before.

Of course, with him throwing such huge resources, there was resistance. Compared to his unrestrained freedom in Hong Kong, where he was the boss and the second-in-command, it was different. It wasn't that they opposed the research, but they had some complaints about his behavior of throwing massive resources into ternary computing, thinking it was too wasteful.

This is also understandable; after all, so many key technologies were being blocked, and then it was finally hard for the country to have an enterprise that had money, people, and the attitude to do research, but it turned out to be desperately working on a discontinued computer. As a national consideration, the vision must be long-term. They all knew the general direction of the "Chaos" project Wang Yan was working on, and there was even related investment and research.

If it really succeeded, there would be an addition to national strength, but even if it were produced, it would only be used on a small scale, completely unable to pull up an industry, and unable to play a key role as a trump card. After all, the world is a big game of chess, a big net, and at this critical moment of global economic and industrial integration, one cannot always run out and play by oneself. Relatively speaking, with that money, it would be better to invest in technologies that urgently need to be conquered; appropriately reducing expenditure and slowing down the speed of this project is the current optimal solution.

And the most critical thing is that a computer has so many parts, most of which are not ready-made and need self-research. The R&D funding for one part might not be much, but that is a computer, damn it. This "massive resources" is really too much; casually cutting a few parts might exchange for a breakthrough in a key technology. Now, putting it on a direction and technology that is not urgently needed at present is really a huge waste of resources, a pure spendthrift. If so many resources were thrown into key technologies, that would really be too happy...

Of course, as a newly rising behemoth, a major taxpayer, and an enterprise standing on the front line of poverty alleviation, charity, technical breakthroughs, and driving common prosperity, the money is earned by them, and there is nothing wrong with spending it however they want. But as a qualified head of the family, there is an obligation to help a spendthrift child get on the right path. Of course, methods must be used, such as going to talk to Wang Yan when there is nothing to do, talking about family matters, etc. This child is too young; otherwise, with this good luck, he would lose everything by acting like this.

Wang Yan is the most sensible, of course, he was also annoyed. Besides, when a child has prospects, it is only right to show filial piety to the parents who raised and protected him. So, under the premise of ensuring the normal operation of "Chaos," he threw money without a word. A series of laboratories, schools, and some companies were established one by one, and few of them had anything to do with him...

At this time, it was Apple, bitten once again, that opened the curtain of the mobile internet era, and various smartphones were put on the market like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Wang Yan would not let go of the money he could pick up, and some later internet products were all produced, like WeChat, etc., all of which were used. Limited by the current 3G transmission speed, the experience of many products might be a bit poor, but in any case, occupy the pit first. And 4G construction has already started, and it will be fully promoted and used in less than two years, so there is no big problem.

And his previous idea of building a headquarters building in Taihu was also implemented. Long Teng's tax payment must go through Gusu and Jiangsu Province. Although the bulk went to the higher-level General Administration, the amount they intercepted was also an astronomical figure. In the past two years, Long Teng absolutely contributed a lot to the public construction of Gusu and the entire Jiangsu Province.

So, as a result, Long Teng proposed that it wanted a piece of land around Taihu, which of course was no problem. Although land was becoming more and more valuable because of the preparation for purchase and loan restriction policies, Long Teng had requirements, so it must find a way to solve them. What driving employment, attracting talent to settle down, etc., the benefits of Long Teng in Gusu were obvious. If there was trouble because of such a small matter, or even running to another city, that would be looking for trouble for oneself. So in the end, Long Teng got a piece of land at a very low price.

The architectural drawings were also designed. Wang Mou personally operated it in his spare time, assisted by professional designers. The design accommodates more than twenty thousand office workers, the construction period is five years, and the estimated cost is thirty-five billion, which of course includes inflation. The foundation is being laid now.

Following the shape of Taiji, the whole is a ring-shaped building. It is divided into yin and yang zones, with a floor height of five meters and a total of nine floors. The two points of "yang in yin" and "yin in yang" are twelve floors, which are higher. And the yin-yang division in the middle is a semi-open-air park with scenery, in which there are pavilions, rockeries, waterfalls, etc. The interior fully considers lighting, energy, environmental protection, efficiency, ****, and other issues.

Regardless of whether this building is good-looking or ugly when it is built, Wang Yan thinks it is good-looking. Although he might not stay there for a long time, he thinks of one thing after another, and as long as he is happy, it is fine. And his money is not spent in vain; so much money is thrown out, and what is driven is a line, all of which have benefits.

School started, and as a glorious people's teacher, Wang Yan went to work. He teaches seventh-grade freshmen who have just entered school, leads three classes, and has three classes every morning. He has three classes every morning, and in the empty class, he looks at the schoolwork of a group of children, and occasionally he doesn't come in the afternoon, going to Long Teng to watch the research of "Chaos."

His, Wang Mou's, ability to lecture to a group of children is really using a cannon to hit a mosquito. But there is no way, and there are no skills that need to be attacked. Just daily learning and absorbing some progress is enough, so, it is too idle.

Of course, although it is a boring pastime, his attitude is absolutely correct.

As a teacher, especially a Chinese teacher, the burden on his shoulders is still very heavy. Chinese, that is, the Chinese language. It is not just about expressing meaning, but it carries the inheritance of Chinese culture and condenses the wisdom of ancestors. Therefore, as a qualified Chinese teacher, he bears the responsibility of establishing good character for students, which is the most important point Wang Yan thinks.

As for other professional essentials, they are really a piece of cake. To give a simple example, when lecturing on Cao Cao's "Viewing the Canghai," Wang Yan's knowledge reserve is enough to make him interesting, explaining Cao Cao's life achievements and mistakes, and even history, geography, politics, etc., can all be lectured.

Chinese is mainly about cultivating children's literary thinking and even philosophical thinking ability, which can be summarized as logical thinking ability. Therefore, Wang Yan does not agree with the problem of standard answers for reading comprehension. He feels that the reason for this is more because there are too few Chinese teachers with sufficient comprehensive quality to do those things, so they have to do it.

However, the exam is just like that, and he cannot control it. Exam-oriented methods must be taught, but they are not the most important. In this regard, Wang Yan still tends to quality. So except for what is needed for the exam, he basically doesn't follow the book much. Homework is basically writing essays, reading books, etc., and there are only a small amount of papers to cope with the exam, not much stuff.

Such a small amount of homework, coupled with the affinity that Wang Yan deliberately released, is very popular among a group of children.

Surviving in a collective, being too excellent is a mistake that cannot be forgiven. He does this, and there must be negative effects. After all, there are so many Chinese teachers in a school, and he is special. The key is that the ranking of results in the exam is quite good. Doesn't this make other Chinese teachers look very poor?

So, Wang Yan was reported... To say that this person has no brains is terrible. Not to mention anything else, most of the time, he is not at school in the afternoon, and no one says anything or manages him, and he still wants to report it?

Of course, there is no problem at all, it was just being disgusted.

And Su Mingyu continues to struggle with Meng Zhiyuan, creating brilliance together, busy like a dog every day and enjoying it. It's not that Wang Yan didn't tell her to go to Long Teng, but as expected, she was rejected. After that, he didn't say much more; let her do whatever she wants. Su Mingyu can not go, but he cannot not mention it.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of April 2011, and Su Mingyu was found to be pregnant, but she did not choose to rest and continued to work. It's just that she was quite careful, the work intensity dropped sharply, and she didn't work as hard as before. In fact, even if she wanted to, she couldn't, and Meng Zhiyuan wouldn't agree.

Wang Yan calculated the time to enter the soul, just in time for the wedding in June, which didn't affect anything. As for Su Mingyu going out to work, he didn't say anything. After all, there are people who work until half a month before the expected date of delivery, not to mention that Su Mingyu has been eating the Body-Strengthening Pill, and he will also urge her to exercise, so there is no impact.

Early June, evening, in a private kitchen, Su Mingyu was eating one bite after another, watching Wang Yan beside her eating and drinking. She usually ate sweetly, but recently the reaction of pregnancy came up, and although it was not as serious as ordinary people, she had no appetite.

"Uncomfortable again?" Noticing Su Mingyu's movements beside him, Wang Yan asked.

Su Mingyu nodded, her brows slightly wrinkled: "It's agreed, just have this one. It's not time to give birth yet, and it's already tossed me like this. If I want another one, that would be terrible, right?"

"I listen to you." Wang Yan drank a glass of wine and said: "Transferring attention is fine. You think about us getting married next week, are you happy or not?"

"Even more uncomfortable." Su Mingyu rolled her eyes and said in annoyance: "What kind of sin did I commit to spend a lifetime with such a shameless person like you."

"Hey, it's my birthday today, don't give me this face?"

"Oh." Su Mingyu said pretentiously: "I'm really sorry, Wang Laoshi, I said the wrong thing, don't be the same as me."

Wang Yan said: "I don't know who it is, eating at home is not good, must go outside to eat."

"Hurry up and eat yours."

After eating and laughing, Su Mingyu drove Wang Yan home. After washing up, the two lay on the bed brewing sleepiness.

Wang Yan said: "Don't control yourself when you go to your house tomorrow, big joy and big anger are not good for the fetus."

"I'll try my best..."

Feeling Su Mingyu's low mood, Wang Yan gently patted to comfort her.

In these years, Zhao Meilan and Su Daqiang have really had no news at all, not asking or hearing, only calling once every half a year or a year to ask how things are. Su Mingyu feels that it is to see if she is still alive, which really hurts her heart.

Tomorrow is also a must-go. They are going to register for marriage, and they always have to go back to get the household registration book, and by the way, move Su Mingyu's household registration to his name.

Before, when Su Mingyu bought a house, she didn't want to go home to get the household registration book, and Meng Zhiyuan helped to clear it up. It was also at that time that Su Mingyu didn't consider it comprehensively. If she had taken the household registration book at that time, it would have been fine to move the household registration out when buying a house. Of course, in any case, it must be faced. The difference is that at that time, she felt less hurt.

Wang Yan comforted her, and Su Mingyu fell asleep with tears...

The next day, in the evening, after Su Mingyu came back, Wang Yan had a simple dinner with her and drove to Su Mingyu's home.

In fact, the house Su Mingyu bought is not far from the old Su house. The newly bought house is outside the old city, and the old house is in the old city. Su Mingyu is a real city person. By comparison, the life in the old Su house is more convenient, and the city atmosphere is stronger.

The car stopped on the side of the road outside the alley. Wang Yan carried a bag and some other gifts, holding Su Mingyu with a small bag and walking inside: "What did I say?"

"Oh, control, control, it's been said eight hundred times, can you stop for a while?" Su Mingyu said irritably: "I haven't seen them yet, and I'm going to be angered by you."

Wang Yan laughed: "If it doesn't work, don't talk, just listen to me."

Su Mingyu didn't respond, leading the way and hesitating to look at this familiar and strange place, stopping in front of a three-story building with an open door.

Originally, seeing Su Mingyu dawdling, Wang Yan wanted to say that he would go in by himself, but when he stood at the door, he saw Zhao Meilan, Su Daqiang, Su Mingcheng, and his wife Julie eating and laughing in the yard. It looked like a small gathering, and the words that reached his mouth were swallowed back.

Su Mingyu looked at the harmonious scene in front of her and couldn't help but want to cry; she felt aggrieved.

"Mingyu?" Su Daqiang saw Su Mingyu standing at the door and wanted to put down his bowl and chopsticks and stand up, but seeing Zhao Meilan, who was full of smiles just now but now had a drooping face, he didn't even think about picking up the bowl to eat again.

"You still know how to come back?" Zhao Meilan raised her eyes and swept a glance at Wang Yan, who was holding things: "Is this a boyfriend?"

Wang Yan saw clearly that there was really no surprise in those eyes; what there was was inquiry, what are you doing back here.

Su Mingcheng glanced at Su Mingyu, snorted, stiffened his neck, and continued to eat, deliberately eating very loudly.

It was Julie on the side who got up and greeted them: "Is it Mingyu? I'm your second sister-in-law. You didn't go to the wedding, and we didn't see each other. Come in and sit down. Is this your boyfriend? Haven't you eaten yet? I'll go get bowls and chopsticks, just sit down and eat together."

Su Mingyu glanced at Julie, then looked at Zhao Meilan and Su Daqiang, who continued to eat in the back, and opened her mouth to speak.

Wang Yan knew with his feet that the tone must be very ugly, so he patted her immediately: "Control, control."

Su Mingyu took a deep breath, rolled her eyes at Wang Yan, bypassed Julie and walked in, finding a place to sit down.

Wang Yan nodded to Julie, carried the things and followed in. Before Zhao Meilan could lecture Su Mingyu, he opened his mouth and said: "Auntie, Uncle, hello. Let me introduce myself, my name is Wang Yan, I am Mingyu's boyfriend, visiting rashly, these are some intentions. Please, Auntie, and Uncle, don't blame me." While speaking, he raised the gifts in his hand to show them, and then put them on the ground.

Politeness is still politeness, there is no need to be aggressive, it is really not worth it, just get things done.

Zhao Meilan looked at Wang Yan and said: "Sit down."

Then she turned her head to look at Su Mingyu on the side. Just as she wanted to open her mouth, Wang Yan, who had pulled over a stool, sat down and said: "It's like this, Auntie, we are getting married next week. This time we came here to get the household registration book. After we register, we will move Mingyu's household registration to my place. It will only take one day tomorrow, so please make it convenient for us, Auntie."

Zhao Meilan stared at Wang Yan and turned to look at Su Mingyu again. Wang Yan interrupted again: "Auntie, I know what you want to say. But you..."

"Can you let me speak?" Zhao Meilan's tone was very unfriendly. Su Mingcheng on the side was not a fool either, seeing that Wang Yan deliberately blocked Zhao Meilan's words, his eyes were also very dangerous.

Before Wang Yan could continue to speak, Su Mingyu didn't do it: "We just want to take the household registration book, and we will send it back to you tomorrow night. I will never step into the Su house again."

"Okay, you've grown up and your wings are hard, right? Did we raise you for nothing?"

Su Mingcheng stood up and slapped the table: "Mingyu, how are you talking to Mom? Do you believe I'll slap you?"

Wang Yan sighed, but didn't do it. He turned around and slapped Su Mingcheng on the shoulder, then used some force to pinch it: "Su Mingcheng, right? Can you be quiet?"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Su Mingcheng felt pain, and coupled with the rogue nature of a little hooligan, his other hand clenched his fist and greeted him.

The soft, slow fist, Wang Yan didn't move, just used force on his hand again, which made Su Mingcheng's fist, which was swung halfway, shrink back, and at the same time his head tilted over and shouted in pain: "Can you be quiet?"

Zhao Meilan glared at Wang Yan and shouted: "What are you doing? Ah? What are you doing? Let go of my son."

Then she turned to look at Su Mingyu: "Are you here to demonstrate?"

Julie in the back hurried over to help, wanting to pry Wang Yan's hand open.

Su Mingyu was just about to explode, reciting the set of "selling the house to support Su Mingzhe to go abroad, finding a job for Su Mingcheng, buying a house, marrying a wife..." from childhood to adulthood again. Now that it was destroyed by Wang Yan, she was somewhat uncomfortable. However, seeing Su Mingcheng being cleaned up by Wang Yan, she was still a little happy; after all, her own man was defending her.

Immediately stiffening her neck: "So what if I am?"

Wang Yan didn't care about them, and gradually increased the force on his hand: "Can you?"

Su Mingzhe screamed in pain: "Ah, you... you let... let go."

Men, you know, can't bow their heads in front of women, which is understandable.

Julie looked at Su Mingcheng's appearance and felt a little distressed, prying Wang Yan's hand hard, and shouted anxiously: "Yes, yes, yes, you let go of my husband quickly."

At this time, Zhao Meilan also walked over, wanting to hit his head and pull his hair, but was blocked by Wang Yan with one hand. She could only pat Wang Yan's back, shouting "You let go of my son."

Su Daqiang stood in the corner, drooping his head and staring with big eyes.

Wang Yan ignored it and continued to increase the force, bowing and asking: "Answer me, can you?"

"Yes, ah, yes, yes, you let go, it hurts me to death." Because of the extreme pain, Su Mingzhe's tears were squeezed out.

Wang Yan then let go, turned back and sat down again, not forgetting to say to Su Mingyu: "What did I say? Control, control, don't talk, just listen to me."

Rolling her eyes at him, Su Mingyu sat there without speaking.

Su Mingcheng on the side recovered and opened his mouth to curse: "You damn..."

Wang Yan gave a fierce look, which scared Su Mingcheng into a shiver. Remembering the strength of his hand just now, he knew he was not an opponent and silently swallowed the remaining words.

Seeing her son being bullied, Zhao Meilan didn't do it: "Okay, showing off in front of me. I tell you, and you, want to take the household registration book, no way."

"Auntie, don't be excited, sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

"You get out of here, if you don't leave, I'll call the police. Su Daqiang, get the phone."

Su Daqiang took the phone and handed it to Zhao Meilan, then ran back and stood there.

Now this situation is Wang Yan's fault, but there is no reason to watch Su Mingcheng bully his woman there, and even without him, just now Su Mingyu opened her mouth to recite her set, it would probably be this situation.

Wang Yan didn't care about Zhao Meilan pointing at his nose and scolding, and said patiently: "Auntie, don't be excited, listen to me. Just now you said that raising Mingyu to this age cannot be raised for nothing, and I agree with this sentence very much. And I heard Mingyu mention that she will pay off the expenses of raising her. I think we can sit down and have a good chat and calculate Mingyu's expenses over the years. What do you think, Auntie?"

This meaning is so straightforward, wanting to give money. Zhao Meilan took a deep breath and sat down: "You say it, I'm listening."

"Okay." Wang Yan nodded, took out paper and pen, and calculated the account with her: "Mingyu mentioned to me that Auntie said she only raised Mingyu to eighteen, so let's calculate it according to eighteen. The food expenses over the years..."

In fact, he could not do this, but it was really unnecessary to find trouble for himself. Not to mention the task, just the look in Zhao Meilan's eyes at Su Mingyu at the beginning, it was really unnecessary.

Su Mingyu was on the side, watching Zhao Meilan who was seriously listening to Wang Yan's calculation, Su Daqiang who was listening with his ears behind the door frame, and Su Mingcheng who was indignant and tangled. She gave a miserable laugh, left tears, got up, took her bag and walked out. She didn't want to stay here for more, even for a second, she was desperate.

Julie was at a loss on the side, this scene was really fresh, watching Su Mingyu leave, she thought about it and followed... ===== CHAPTER 269 =====