In a private room on the second floor, Meng Ciyu sat alone at the table. There were several dishes and a pot of blue and white sculptures on the table.

Today's Meng Ciyu is no longer as gentle as jade and as elegant as orchid.

His facial features are still delicate, but his cheeks are too pale and thin, his eyes are wandering and malicious, there is a green beard on his lips, a lock of hair is hanging down, and he is unsteady even when he is sitting...

He drank wine one mouthful at a time. Occasionally there were footsteps outside, or a few wild laughs, and they discussed Fu's lewdness and viciousness. He killed his own husband and then killed his adulterer...

Even in the past few months, people are still talking about the entanglement between the Fu family and Chengguo Gongfu and Zhennan Houfu.

Meng Ciyu was so angry that he cursed a few words and swept a plate of vegetables to the ground with one palm. The plate broke into pieces and the vegetables and oil soup splashed everywhere. He continued to drink as if he didn't notice.

The door suddenly opened, and a man in a cloak walked in. The cloak and hat were held low, and he lowered his head. His appearance was not visible, but he was quite majestic.

Meng Ciyu's cold voice said, "Get out."

The man took off his sleeves. He was a fat man in his late fifties.

"Zhao Hu!" Meng Ciyu stood up in anger and cursed, "Old man, you are so shameless, get out, get out!"

Zhao Hu looked at Meng Ciyu calmly, sat down opposite him, shook his head and said, "It's really not like me to be so careless."

Meng Ciyu's eyes narrowed, "What did you say?"

Zhao Hu said, "Didn't your mother tell you that you are my son, Zhao Hu?"

Meng Ciyu looked at him blankly, shook her lips, and murmured, "No, how is it possible? My mother is not that shameless... Get out!"

The last word was shouted.

Zhao Hu's face darkened, and he frowned and said, "It's extremely unfilial. A son can't talk about his father's faults, and he's not allowed to talk about your mother like that, let alone scold me. Your mother is a good woman, and she has been thinking of me from the beginning to the end. Oh, blame me for being anxious.

It made her complain and misunderstand me... She must have been coerced by Old Fox Meng before she died, so she made that bad move."

He was so angry that he clenched his hands into fists and smashed the table.

Meng Ciyu said, "You are the one who coerced my mother. She has already married my father, and you still don't let her go and let her do things for you. In the end, you kill her and expose your scandal... You

Old man, you are immoral and immoral. You seduced an unmarried girl and you kept clinging to this excuse. You killed my mother and ruined my reputation. Life is worse than death..."

Zhao Hu shouted, "Presumptuous, nonsense." He then calmed down and said, "Your mother and I were not that unbearable. We were both young and admiring each other at that time, and we were sincerely pleased with each other, so... Alas, my father did not allow her to come in. She

I got angry and married that idiot Meng Daoming. By the time I knew I wanted to save it, it was already too late. I admit, I was anxious about some things. I also wanted to kill Meng Cimo early so that the family would finally fall to me.

In the hands of my own son..."

Meng Ciyu spat, "Bah, who is your son..."

Zhao Hudao said, "You are a smart boy, but you haven't looked in the mirror to see if you look like me or Meng Daoming?"

These words were so startling that Meng Ciyu almost jumped up. He had always known that he looked like his mother. Before, his sister often told his mother coquettishly that she was not good-looking like his father, but his brother was exactly like his mother, good-looking...

Looking at Zhao Hu again, even though he is older and fatter, you can still see that he has a slight resemblance to his mother... In other words, do you really look like him?

No matter how angry Meng Ciyu was with Fu, he still didn't want to believe that she still had a relationship with her foreigner after marriage, let alone that he was an illegitimate child. If he was really Zhao Hu's son, the two old men who had loved him for seventeen years would

If he is not his biological ancestor, he is really finished...

His face turned red with anger, he pointed at Zhao Hu and scolded him, "Shameless old scoundrel, shut your mouth. My mother has been ruined by you. Don't throw dirty water on her anymore. My mother and my father have an affair."

We all know how affectionate you are. If you dare to talk nonsense again, don’t blame me for being rude."

His fists were clenched, as if he wanted to rush forward and hit someone.

Zhao Hu ignored him and sat down by himself. Seeing that there was only a wine cup and a bowl on the table, he took the bowl over, poured a bowl of wine and drank. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, raised his head and looked calmly.

By Meng Ciyu.

"For so many years, I have been thinking about her, and she also has me in her heart... Ever since she got married, she and I have strictly observed etiquette. But eighteen years ago, I got drunk and had sex with her... A year later,

She wrote me a letter and said that she gave birth to a son who looked very much like me... We only had one relationship after her marriage, and she gave birth to you."

"Shut up, shut up!" Meng Ciyu was so angry that he swept all the dishes off the table with his palm, "I am not your son, I am Meng Daoming's son and Meng Ling's grandson."

Deep in Meng Ciyu's heart, it doesn't matter whether he is Meng Daoming's son or not, but he must be Meng Ling's grandson and Mrs. Meng's grandson.

As long as the old couple are still his elders, he will not be abandoned.

Zhao Hu's face turned cold, his eyes were full of coldness, and he snorted coldly, "You're a worthless thing who recognizes a thief as his father and doesn't even know it. You look like me. You are my son, Zhao Hu. Even your mother recognized you. You

It’s okay if you don’t admit it. Hum, that old fox Meng Ling may have guessed that you are my son. He won’t tell you, he just wants to use you to achieve some purpose and then kill you.”

Meng Ciyu's eyes were dull and he fell down on the chair.

Seeing Meng Ciyu's change, Zhao Hu's eyes lit up with joy. He pointed to the chair and said, "Don't be impatient. Let's talk..."

Old Duke Meng took several people into the Fuju Restaurant.

The people who were guarding here before saw them coming and immediately restrained the people Zhao Hu brought. Zhao Hu came secretly and did not bring many people. Meng's people were guarding everywhere in the restaurant, and Zhao Hu was killed in a few seconds.

The house guards took care of it and there was no big commotion.

Seeing the two groups fighting, the people eating in the lobby and the shopkeeper of the restaurant were so frightened that they stood there and did not dare to move.

Meng Zhong said, "You should do whatever you want."

Mr. Meng walked up to the second floor and came to the door of Wang Hao's box. He kicked the door open and strode in.

Meng Ciyu stood up and shouted, "Grandpa."

Zhao Hu also stood up in fright, why is this old guy here?

The old man didn't say anything and punched him with his fist.

Zhao Hu's nose hurt, and his nose suddenly started to bleed. He quickly covered his nose and shouted loudly, "Here comes someone."

No one came in.

The old prince greeted him with a few more punches, and while beating him, he cursed, "I'll beat you to death, you're a beast. You let a woman you don't want into my house, and now you're here to harm my grandson..."

Although Zhao Hu was more than ten years younger than the old Duke, he was used to enjoying life and was no match for the old Duke. He was beaten to a bloody head and screamed repeatedly.

More and more people gathered at the door.
Chapter completed!