Chapter 1133

Looking at the tired look on Gao Ge's face, Meng Jing walked behind him and massaged his shoulder.

"Why don't you go back and have a rest?"

"I'm fine." Gao Ge held Meng Jing's hand and looked back. Meng Fu's chess pieces suddenly hit the chessboard and made a "bang" sound: "general!"

Gao Ming was startled, stared at the chessboard for a long time, jumped his feet and scolded, "you're a fart army! Do you think your car can jump or your pawn can fly?"

Meng Fu snorted coldly, took back his eyes, stretched out his hand, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and blew open the floating layer of tea. The tea showed a dark black because of the intake of medicinal materials, some like Pu'er, and also had a unique sweet and bitter taste.

Gao Ge understood what Meng's father meant. It was clear that he was taking his father's army, so he immediately sat upright and had pure eyes.

"Sing." Meng's father suddenly opened his mouth and the chess pieces fell in his hands.

"Ah? Uncle Meng, what's the matter?"

"When are you going to get married?" Meng Fu asked in a deep voice.

Singing, my heart clattered.

If it was before, singing would say, anytime.

But now, because of Xia Lu's existence, I really don't know how to face this topic.

"Why, are you not going to marry Xiaojing?" The chess pieces Meng Fu picked up didn't fall this time. Instead, he turned his face and looked at Gao Ge. The unhappiness in his eyes could be easily detected. At the same time, Gao Ge even felt the momentum of the other party. At this moment, no one dared to believe that Meng Fu was not an immortal.

"Dad, how old are we? Are we getting married?" Meng Jing looked at her and sang loudly. There was some resentment in her eyes, but she still said.

"I didn't ask you." Meng Fu frowned, "let him answer me."

Meng Jing was slightly stunned. She didn't seem to expect that her father's attitude was so tough. For a moment, she didn't seem to know what to say. She had to cast a sympathetic look at Gao Ge and shrugged her shoulders to show that she couldn't help.

Singing coughed, stretched out his hand, picked up a cigarette on the table and lit it. It seems that he is alleviating his inner tension in this way, or he wants to delay a little time and give his brain a chance to work normally.

He didn't want to ask Gaoming for help, but Gaoming frowned and looked at his chessboard. It seems that he has fallen into an impasse and wants to find a way to break the game, but as long as he takes a look at it, he will find that his father has a great advantage on the chessboard. Now he looks dedicated and doesn't want to help him answer this question.

At this time, Wen Yihuan came in a hurry.

"Boss, no, something's wrong!"

Stand up with a loud song.

No matter what happens, it's a good thing for singing.

"OK, show me."

Yue Xincheng was stunned and felt that there was something wrong with his boss's attitude.

Don't you ask anything?

However, looking at the nervous mood on Gao Song's face, Yue Xincheng seemed to realize something, smiled slightly, but didn't talk much.

"Well, Dad, uncle Meng, you play chess first. What can I say when I come back?"

With these words, singing accelerated the speed of leaving and fled.

"I'll follow." Meng Jing also quickly stood up and said.

Although she felt that she didn't need to sing there, it was better to go with singing than to stay here and watch two middle-aged old men play chess, not to mention two smelly chess baskets.

"Hum, smelly boy, run away." Meng Fu snorted coldly and was very dissatisfied with the singing attitude.

"Cough, I said Lao Meng, we'd better worry less about children." Gao Ming comforted.

Meng Fu could blow his beard and stare angrily. When he slapped the table angrily, all the pieces on the chessboard jumped up.

"Don't be unkind. If our two families change, it's you who's worried now."

"Cough, Lao Meng, you're wrong to say that. If I were you, I promise I wouldn't worry too much about this matter. My children and grandchildren have their own blessings!"

"..." Meng Fu looked at Gao Ming with a complicated look.

Being stared at by Meng Fu, Gao Ming felt uncomfortable and coughed, "what do you think I do?"

"Lao Gao."

"Ah?"

"You have fully answered to me what is standing and talking without low back pain."

Gao Ming rearranged his chess pieces with a smile on his face.

……

Out of the villa.

"What happened?" Asked the singer.

Yue Xincheng smiled bitterly: "in fact, it's not a big deal, just... Xia mu."

"Is that him again?" The singing eyebrows frowned.

"Xia mu?" Meng Jing, who was with them, was surprised to hear this, "isn't that Xia Lu's father?"

"It's him."

"He's in the star sect now?"

"Yes, not for a few days." Sing.

Meng Jing nodded.

Gao Ge looked at yuexincheng again and asked, "what has he done?"

"In fact, it can't be said that Xia Mu did anything. He was from the Xia family. It seems that he was Xia Mu's nephew. He had to go to the treasure Pavilion of our Xingchen sect before, but he was stopped by the disciple guarding the door. The boy hurt people. As a result, his ability was not enough to see in Xingchen sect. Instead, he was broken."

Speaking of this, Yue Xincheng couldn't help laughing. It was so dramatic.

"In that case, isn't the result very good?" Singing puzzled asked, "what else to say?"

Yue Xincheng smiled bitterly and said, "in our opinion, the boy deserved what he deserved, but Xia Mu obviously didn't think so. He's still sitting at the door of the treasure Pavilion. He looks like he won't stop if you don't give him justice."

Singing and sighing.

"You'd better go and have a look. After all, it's Xia Lu's father anyway." Meng Jing said quickly.

"Well, I know." Life with a singing face is loveless.

If he had known that Xia Mu could toss about so much, maybe he wouldn't let Xia Mu come to Xingchen sect at all.

Following behind Yue Xincheng, they walked in a hurry. As for Meng Jing, she didn't follow. It may be because the other party was Xia Lu's father. She didn't want to face it now, otherwise she always felt strange.

And now.

At the door of the treasure Pavilion, there was still a large group of people, dark and vast.

Wen Yihuan came first, frowned, waved his hand, dispersed the disciples of Xingchen sect, and walked towards Xia mu.

"Master Xia, what are you doing?" Wen Yihuan said with a smile.

If the other party is not Xia Lu's father, maybe he came up and slapped it.