The bright sunlight fell on the sea, shimmering waves.

Meng Busan looked at the clear water surface under his feet and did not respond.

He pinched the slender cigarette rod, pressed the cigarette mouth into his mouth, took a sip, and then he raised his head slightly, slowly exhaled the thin cigarette towards the sky.

The thin and ethereal smoke dyed into a golden gauze under the scorching sun. The brilliant sunlight occasionally poked the golden gauze, making it become lighter and lighter until it transformed into the air.

He watched the smoke slowly disappear in front of his eyes.

The person behind him whispered again, "Mother."

Meng Busan prevented himself from secretly pursing his lips, then held his cigarette mouth in his mouth and said lazily: "Who mother did you call me?"

"Your mother is not me."

The falsetto he made was full of burnout and laziness.

The voice of the person behind him paused, and it took a while before slowly ringing, "No matter what, you are my mother and father's wife."

Meng Busan chuckled.

"What are you doing when you come to me? Huh?"

He raised his tail tone slightly, as if he was whipping his tongue.

The person behind him said slowly: "I was worried about my mother, so I came over and take a look."

"Worry about me?"

Meng Busan held his long pipe with one hand in front of his chest, and with one hand, he turned sideways slightly, and glanced at the person with a smile.

The person who came was tall and upright, wearing a gray suit, was staring at him seriously and seriously.

His eyes were bright, and although he spoke politely, his eyes were sharp.

Is he the cheap son of her, Mrs. Lan?

According to the content of the task, it can be seen that there is definitely more than one heir son.

Meng Busan looked at him as if he was so slight and then pressed his cigarette to his mouth and took a slight sip.

The straight man lowered his head and was also looking at him silently.

Meng Busan hooked his finger.

The man lifted the pants line and slowly squatted down beside her.

Meng Busan supported the wooden floor with one hand and slowly approached.

He opened his red lips slightly and let out a breath of smoke into the man's face.

Meng Busan looked at him calmly.

The man's face was covered with smoke, but he still stared at Meng Busan intently, his muscles were nervous, but the expression on his face was extremely calm.

Meng Busan smiled, "It's not right for you to pay attention to me so much, may it be..."

Meng Busan got closer with all kinds of charm.

But the man stood up and said, "Mother, are you fainting? I'll take you back to your room to rest."

Meng Busan held his cigarette holder and looked at him with a smile, "Okay, then I'll bother my baby son."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand toward the man.

The man bowed slightly and held Meng Busan's hand.

Meng Busan then stood up with his strength, and his fingers were silently feeling the calluses in the man's palm.

Because the time on the trialists in the field is solidified, their physical condition is their reality, and most of the people who come in are ordinary people in reality, and the calluses on their hands are mostly caused by holding pens, so the NPCs in the trial field are different, especially the sons under this identity background.

Meng Busan raised his eyebrows at the man, "My son, you... are really filial."

man:"……"

I always feel like I've been taken advantage of.

After the man helped Meng Busan up, he naturally withdrew his hand. His gaze stayed at the Qinglong on Meng Busan's arm for a while.

Meng Busan did not shy away and let him see.

"Is this the look you should look at your mother?"

The man slowly withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, and said coldly: "Anyway, my father is gone."

"Oh? Then you..." Meng Busan rushed up and wanted to lean on him in a charming way.

The man immediately took several steps back, "Mother, this is a public place."

Meng Busan pursed his lips and smiled, "But there is no one else here."

The man stepped back three times in a row and retreated to the room.

Meng Busan pursed his lips and smiled, and walked calmly by the stiff man all over.

She stood at the door and asked sideways, "Let's go, why don't you leave?"

The man touched the sweat on his face and said coldly "um".

He thought to himself: Those who are so slutty can only be NPCs? Will there be such an inappropriate person without a trial?

If he is an NPC, he doesn't have to be so cautious. He can also make good use of her and draw out who his other brothers are.

Moreover, if he acts with the NPC, it should not arouse other people's suspicion. You can take a good look at the resort and see where he should hide when the typhoon comes.

The man followed Meng Busan and looked around quickly.

Meng Busan stopped and stopped in the souvenir shop.

The man said impatiently: "Mother, hurry up."

Meng Busan said slowly: "What are you anxious about? Men can't be too fast."

man:"……"

His face turned black and red.

When Meng Busan lowered his head and flipped through the souvenir, he saw the man's increasingly impatient expression through a makeup mirror.

He held his arms, looked at the sea and the house where the resort lived.

Obviously, he was in a hurry.

Perhaps because no one knows when the typhoon will come, it becomes extremely important to buy time.

Meng Busan laughed softly.

"Huh? Mr. Shang Jia, are you here for vacation too?" A warm voice sounded.

The man immediately turned his head and looked over.

Meng Busan did not look back, but just used a makeup mirror to sneak a glance.

The man greeted the man was a short and fat man, wearing a colorful shirt and big shorts, a gold chain hanging around his neck, and a valuable watch on his wrist, looking like a nouveau riche dressed on vacation.

The man was stunned for a moment, staring at him and not speaking.

The fat boss smiled, "Haha, it's still very relaxing here, the sea water is clear and the environment is good... Mr. Shang Jia?"

The man who played "Shangjia" then reacted and nodded and said, "Well, that's true."

The fat boss shone his face and immediately turned into a sad expression, "I have heard about your father."

Shang Jia said "yes".

Fat boss: "A person cannot be resurrected when he dies, please feel sorry for his grief."

Shang Jia: "Yes."

The fat boss took a step forward and whispered: "Who has your father's property been inherited?"

Shang Jia's eyes flashed and he said lightly: "Not yet, my father's lawyer asked us to discuss here."

Fat boss: "So that's how it is."

Shang Jia: "Did you meet other brothers of mine?"

Fat boss: "I didn't look dazzled. I seemed to see your brother just now, but he seemed to be busy and ran away from the beach in a hurry."

Shang Jia spoke lightly, "So that's the case... I don't know which brother is my?"

"Oh, it's the youngest one in your family... the one who always causes trouble!"

"If you want me to tell me, you should inherit the business's industry, and your two younger brothers are not as capable as you."

Shang Jia: "Oh, I've accepted your good words."

The fat boss patted Shang Jia's arm and said with a smile: "If you need help, just tell me directly, I must be on your side."

Shang Jia: "Thank you."

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce it to you."

Shang Jia held Meng Busan, who was bowing to see the small gift, "This is my mother..."
To be continued...