Luo Yu took it, Luo Hao slapped the bed railing with his little hand and giggled.

Lin Miao shook his head.

The world of children is really simple.

In the evening, Luo Yan leaned against the head of the bed and read a book leisurely.

Lin Miao came back from washing up and saw that his eyebrows and eyes were relaxing, and he looked very good, so he leaned over.

"I'm in a good mood?"

Luo Yan put down the book and looked at her with a smile.

Lin Miao felt embarrassed, and the little thought in his heart had nowhere to hide in front of him.

"Mengmeng told me that something happened to Meng Yuran's childhood sweetheart and would not affect them again in the future."

"Good thing," Luo Yan nodded.

He knew this.

That childhood girl wanted to hook up with Meng’s mother in investment earlier. If Meng Yuran hadn’t discovered that and had made preparations in advance, most of the unlucky ones would have to add another one now.

At this time, in the second-story building of the Meng family, all members of the Meng family held a meeting with a serious look on their faces.

Things in the Zhou family are still fermenting, so far, no one knows what will happen in the future.

It would be a disaster. Meng's mother, who had had close relationships with Qingmei, must hand over all the equity in the company.

And this matter must be fast, so that we can ensure that there is something to do in the future and we can take out the company and avoid greater losses.

As for equity, after Meng Mu's measurement, unexpectedly asked Qian Mengmeng to give her.

"I," Qian Mengmeng, who was watching the show and coaxing her son, was stunned.

"I can't do it, I don't understand these things," she waved her hand quickly, looking like she was afraid to avoid it.

"Mengmeng, mom knows I was sorry for you earlier," Meng's mother grabbed her.

She had figured it out, and she couldn't help but give it to her son, a ungrateful wolf, and it was better to give it to her wife.

As soon as she repaired the broken relationship between the two, she gave such great benefits. Even if her wife still had grudges in her heart, she had to treat her well on the surface.

Secondly, women love their son, and even if they give this share to her, they will still belong to their grandson in the future.

Third, she also showed it to her husband and son. She admitted her mistakes so sincerely. If she refused to forgive her, it would be a bit too much.

Meng's mother thought in her mind, thinking about her often felt guilty and short-sighed recently, and her expression became more and more sincere.

"You forgive mom this time."

"From the future, our family will be fine and we won't make trouble here and there again."

Qian Mengmeng lowered her head, looked at her fat hand that was holding her wrist tightly, and looked at her husband again.

Meng Yuran smiled at her.

Obviously it was as she wished.

Qian Mengmeng thought for a moment and said, "Then I will keep it first. If it's okay in the future, you will repay it to you. If it's inconvenient, I'll give it to your grandson in the future."

She emphasized the last three words.

Her attitude is very obvious. She just takes care of it for the time being and will never stay.

Meng's father nodded almost invisible, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

Meng Mu has a lot of shares, but not many of them can do not be greedy.

He slanted his son.

This kid has a better vision than him and has found a good wife.

Meng Yuran looked proud.

His wife said nothing about her character.

The family happily discussed the equity issue.

Meng Yuran's family is rarely staying.

In the early morning, when Meng's father got up, he heard his grandson's happy laughter.

He looked out with his eyebrows and eyes, and saw his grandson holding an adult-sized plane, pouting, whining, running around the living room.

Mengmeng sat next to him and looked at him with a smile.

"Xiaobao, what are you playing?"

Meng's father smiled and passed by.

Meng Xiaobao turned his head, slipped under his feet, and slapped, and fell to the ground.

The floor in the hall was made of ceramic tiles. Xiaobao was not careful and fell so strongly.

Meng Xiaobao lay blankly on the ground, already confused.

Meng's father was shocked and rushed over.

"Xiaobao, is it okay?"

He helped his grandson up and looked up and down.

Qian Mengmeng was also shocked, but when she saw that her son had already stood up, she sat back again.

At this moment, Meng's father had confirmed that his grandson had not injured his arms and legs.

Meng Xiaobao pursed his mouth and started crying.

"Oh, oh, it's okay," Meng's father felt distressed and slapped the ground, "Blame grandpa, blame grandpa, shouldn't call you."

He patted himself gently.

Meng Xiaobao cried and opened his hand to hit Meng's father.

"Meng Xiaobao," Qian Mengmeng shouted.

Meng Xiaobao was shocked.

Tears stopped.

"What did you do just now?"

Qian Mengmeng glared at her eyes.

She glared at that time and scared away a large number of beautiful girls who were trying to trouble Lin Miao.

Don't be too relaxed now.

Meng Xiaobao choked up and swallowed all the crying back.

He shrank his hands and was timid.

"Mengmeng, don't be so fierce to the child, it scares him."

It is rare for the grandson to come back, and Meng’s father is pampered.

"Dad, don't talk," Qian Mengmeng won't give anyone any face when it comes to her son.

"Come here," Qian Mengmeng's tone and expression were very calm.

But Meng's father was very worried, afraid that she would beat her grandson.

Meng Yuran came down from the building and saw his father pulling his grandson with an awkward look on his face, so he smiled and pulled his father to the side.

"She has a proper position, so don't worry," he pulled Meng's father to the kitchen.

"The child is still young, so you can't beat him," Meng's father whispered: "I haven't beat him with one finger when you were a child."

Meng Yuran nodded and pressed him on his seat, "Experts say that there can only be one voice in the family like parenting."

"My mother is that character."

My father blinked and looked at his son.

This is not the son who makes the decision.

This status...

Meng's father did not hide anything at all, and Meng Yuran took a look at it.

He laughed dryly and sat down, "Didn't my mother say the same thing at the beginning?"

When Meng's father thought, it was true.

"But not too much," he said with some reference: "A lesson from the past."

Meng Yuran smiled, "Mengmeng is good. She never cares about anything except her son's affairs."

"It's that stock. She told me last night that she was just a name, and she didn't care about the company's affairs. Her responsibility is to take care of her son."

"She really said that?"

Meng's father asked.
To be continued...