Chapter 536: Who Is This Woman

Hearing the sound, I looked up and saw Chen Meng standing on the side with a smile.

I was startled and asked, "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

Chen Meng smiled and said, "You don't want to see me?"

I shook my head and said, "That's not what I meant. At this time, you should go home, Dian Dian also needs his mother."

Chen Meng glared at me and scolded, "Chen Feng, are you a dog biting Lu Dongbin? People care about you, and you say these sarcastic words. Whether my son needs me or not has nothing to do with you. Besides, now that there is your aunt, does Dian Dian still need me to manage?"

Chen Meng's angry look was very beautiful; her look of being angry but not angry only made people feel pity. I had this heartbeat when she went to Suxi Township for an interview for the first time. It was just that I had just broken up with Xue Bing at that time, and Huang Weiwei was standing beside me, so all thoughts were strangled in the cradle by me.

"Are you waiting for me?" I hesitated and asked.

"What do you think?" She tilted her head and looked at me with a smile.

I didn't have any bottom in my heart. Chen Meng had always been an ice beauty in front of everyone, which was also the reason why no one had pursued her for so many years.

Everything was a coincidence; He Jiaxiao stumbled into her love circle, and today, it achieved a ridiculous story.

I pretended to be very moved and said, "Oh, why are you waiting for me? Have you eaten?"

Chen Meng shook her head and said, "If you didn't say it, I wouldn't feel it, but now that you said it, I really feel hungry. How about this, I punish you to treat me to something to eat."

I readily agreed and asked her what she wanted to eat.

Chen Meng tilted her head and thought for a long time before saying, "Why don't we go eat noodles."

"Eat noodles?" I hesitated, "Isn't it too simple?"

"It's okay. I'm a simple person." She laughed happily, came over and pulled my arm, saying, "You drank alcohol, so don't drive, why don't you sit on my little sheep."

"Little sheep?" I looked around in surprise, not seeing a sheep.

She giggled and pointed to the women's motorcycle, "There, didn't you see it?"

I took a cold breath and said, "Is this not good?"

"What's not good? Do you think everyone on this street knows you." She handed me a helmet and ordered me unquestioningly, "Put it on."

I obediently put it on and lowered the windshield, and the scene in front of me immediately became blurry.

She motioned for me to sit on it; I looked at the not-so-spacious back seat and hesitated for a long time without daring to move.

"Get on!" She seemed a little angry, increased the throttle, and a burst of black smoke came out.

I had no choice but to sit on it, deliberately wanting to keep a certain distance from her. Helplessly, the space was too narrow, and if I didn't touch her body, I couldn't get on at all.

I crossed my legs and got on.

"Hug me." She ordered me again.

"It's okay, I'm sitting steady." I said, deliberately leaning my body back hard, and grabbed the crossbar of the back seat with both hands.

She didn't say anything more, increased the throttle, and rushed out.

This sudden burst of energy startled me, and I had to lean on her, sticking to her back, and wrapped my hands around her waist from behind.

There were few cars on the road, and the streetlights illuminated the road like daylight.

Chen Meng's car drove very fast, and I only heard the sound of the wind in my ears.

My heart tightened, afraid she would have an accident. If she had an accident, tomorrow the news of the chief reporter of Hengyue Daily would spread in Hengyue City.

I reminded her to slow down, but she seemed to turn a deaf ear.

After turning two big streets and three small streets, she finally stopped at the entrance of a dim alley.

A shabby night snack stall was set up at the entrance of the alley, and a dim light bulb emitted a dim yellow light.

A small table and four chairs were in front of the stall. A coal stove had a pot on it, and the lid was tightly covered, with white gas floating out from the cracks.

There wasn't a single guest at the stall, and a woman whose face couldn't be seen clearly stood behind the stall with a headscarf; as a gust of wind blew, she seemed to feel a trace of chill, and one could see her unconsciously shrugging her shoulders.

Seeing us coming, she said softly, "Here!"

Chen Meng said "Hmm," and sat down at the small table.

I was still hesitating, and Chen Meng knocked on the table, "Sit down."

I asked suspiciously, "Eat here?"

Chen Meng smiled faintly and said, "Yes, right here."

The woman had already put a handful of noodles into the pot, and still asked softly, "Two bowls or one bowl?"

"One bowl. He has eaten." Chen Meng grabbed a pair of chopsticks, took a tissue from her body, wiped it casually, and waited for the noodles to be served.

I was confused by her actions. Chen Meng used to be an exquisite woman; whether in eating, dressing, or in many aspects, she had very elegant behaviors. But now, she was sitting calmly at a dusty stall eating, which was something I couldn't imagine.

Undeniably, the woman's noodles were made very well. Not only was the fragrance floating in all directions, but the color matching was also very beautiful.

Chen Meng ate noisily, looking up at me from time to time.

I sat awkwardly, took out a cigarette and lit it.

To tell the truth, I had had such a situation more than ten years ago. When I was a child, I liked eating things outside very much, so my mother said I was a dog that couldn't be raised close.

When I returned from university, I had no job and no money. Many times I ran to such a stall to eat a bowl of noodles or a bowl of soup noodles.

I hadn't eaten like this since I started working. Because I thought I was a decent person and must eat decently.

Chen Meng finished the last sip of soup in the bowl and burped contentedly.

I almost laughed out loud. These actions of Chen Meng couldn't be seen at all in the past; let alone hearing her burp, it was very difficult to even see her wipe her mouth.

She burped without any scruples and waved to call the woman over.

I thought she was going to pay the bill, so I hurriedly took out my wallet to prepare to pay.

Chen Meng waved her hand and said, "Not busy."

The woman came over and stood beside Chen Meng, asking softly, "Full?"

Chen Meng said exaggeratedly, "Full, so full."

She dragged the woman's hand and sat down opposite me; only by the light did I see clearly that this was a woman with delicate features. She was about forty years old, her skin was good, but there were many crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

Her forehead was very clean, covered by a strand of hair, like a wisp of smoke drawn on a piece of white paper.

"Let me introduce you." Chen Meng said to me, "She is Old Can's wife?"

I was so shocked that I almost jumped out of the chair, staring at Chen Meng, "Are you kidding me?"

Chen Meng smiled calmly, tapped the table, and said, "I'm not joking. She really is Lao Can's wife."

I was instantly stunned, my mind a tangled mess. I had originally thought Chen Meng riding a motorcycle with me was ambiguous, but thinking back, she had dug a pit for me to jump into.

I composed myself and asked, "What is going on here?"

A look of sorrow crossed Chen Meng's face as she said, "If you really want to hear it, I will tell you."

I said very firmly, "Of course I want to hear it."

Lao Can still had a wife? What kind of background did this woman have? Where did she pop out from? I had never heard before that he had a wife!

And how did she get to know Chen Meng? How did she end up opening a late-night snack stall at the entrance of this small alley? What on earth was going on? I suddenly fell into a fog, unable to extricate myself.