Destined To Love You

After Meng Ting returned home, Shu Yang sat on the sofa to watch the game.

"Where is Shulan?"

Shu Yang turned his head, a trace of astonishment appeared on his cold face. In fact, he recently discovered that Meng Ting's attitude towards Shu Lan has gradually changed. She used to treat Shulan very well, and called Xiaolan after her father, but recently Meng Ting has kept a distance from Shulan, just like meeting a stranger.

Shu Yang replied calmly: "In the room."

Meng Ting pursed her lips. She didn't go to Shu Lan first, but went back to her room and took out the box.

As soon as she opened it, she found that the box had been turned over.

The ballet skirt was crumpled up and the small gold medal was gone. Meng Ting removed the crumpled skirt, and the long white colorful feather dress was gone.

Shu Lan really has a good eye.

In her box, the white color feather dress is the most precious.

It was a skirt made by her mother for half a year. Zeng Yujie is good-looking but not from a bad background. She was born in a small village. Meng Ting's grandfather and grandmother taught in a small village, but Zeng Yujie loved the wrong person when she was young.

She did not accept the blind date arranged by the family, and eloped with a man from outside.

Zeng Yujie had a bad life after leaving her hometown and worked as a female worker in a textile factory. Later the man abandoned her, and she was pregnant with Meng Ting. She is a strong woman. She has never thought of suicide, but instead she wants to train her daughter well.

When Meng Ting was ten years old, she made this skirt herself.

Zeng Yujie was handy. In that era, many rich wives were proud to wear the clothes she made. Later, she stopped making clothes, as she had heard to Meng, she didn't love that man anymore.

The last piece of dress Zeng Yujie made was this white colorful feather dress.

Exhausting her love as a mother, she embroidered the colorful feathers stitch by stitch, and walked around the white skirt, it was all radiant beauty.

That is a skirt that is partial to the national style of the Republic of China.

Even in modern times, it is very valuable and beautiful.

Zeng Yujie dotes on Meng Ting. Her daughter is an angel gifted by heaven. She made her a grown-up dress. It was originally an adult gift for Meng Ting, but when Zeng Yujie died. Meng Ting pressed it to the bottom of the box until the fire in his previous life.

Not only did he burn the skirt, it also ruined Meng Ting's face.

Meng Ting closed the box, got up and knocked on Shulan's door.

Shu Lan opened the door to see her, and looked a little uncomfortably away: "Sister."

Meng Ting stretched out his hand: "My skirt and gold medal."

Shu Lan's eyes widened: "Sister, how can you wrong me? Although you are my sister, I will be angry anyway."

Meng Ting looked at her.

The girl in front of me was seventeen years old, as old as her, only one month younger than herself.

Meng Ting had been good to her for a lifetime and tried his best to protect her. If it wasn't for saving Shulan, she would not be disfigured in her last life. Shu Lan is very fond of others. In the year when Meng Ting lost her mother, Shu's father was stupid and didn't know how to comfort her. And Shu Yang needless to say, only Shu Lan has a sweet sister.

She said: "We will always be sisters' relatives."

Meng had never seen her clearly, so he treated her for a lifetime.

But she will never care about Shulan in her life.

Meng Ting's eyes were quiet: "You like Jiang Ren, so you took my gold medal to please him."

Shu Lan became angry from embarrassment: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"But my dress is a relic left to me by my mother. In the gold medal, there is also the last photo of me and her. Let me give you the previous things, you can't take the two."

Shu Lan didn't expect Meng Ting, who has always been soft in character, to be so real this time.

She also got angry, and simply admitted: "I went to someone else’s birthday party and borrowed your dress. If I had a nice dress, would I like you? It’s not because of your eyes that our family is so poor. My dad’s salary was not low, but it was all used to pay your debts!"

Meng Ting clenched her fist, and after a while she let out a sigh of relief.

"Shu Lan."

Shu Lan looked at her, feeling a little uneasy in her heart. Meng Ting is still the clean and gentle Meng Ting, but something is different.

"I owe everything to Dad Shu. But I don't owe you anything. I gave you almost everything I had before."

Meng listened to piano, and Shu Lan also clamored to learn. But she was not very savvy. She only studied for two years and learned a little bit. Meng Ting knew that her family was in a tight situation and never went to learn piano again. At that time, my mother was still alive, but the family could only afford to study for one child.

Meng Ting can dance, many kinds of dances.

Shulan was also clamoring to learn, Meng Ting wanted to give her such a chance. I gave up learning from the teacher, but practiced by myself.

However, Shu Lan still didn't live up to her temper. She was not soft and couldn't stand the pain of pulling the ligament. After studying for a month, she gave up.

Meng heard: "If you can't return my things, I will go to Jiang Ren to ask for it."

Where did Shulan see Meng Ting like this?

She was also going crazy: "Go and ask for it. If you ask for it, I will tell my father. How did you make his biological daughter not happy." Shu Lan closed the door after she said it. Anyway, the gold medal won’t come back. She actually didn’t know that there was a photo behind it. It was being circulated in her class at the time. He Junming’s birthday this Tuesday. Although their group of people are muddled, they are all rich and rich second generations. , Shulan also wanted to be invited.

So she threw the gold medal of Meng Ting from upstairs.

He Junming really thought of her.

Shu Lan blushed and said that it was the prize she had won for dancing. He Junming picked it up and saw the photo that fell out.

He froze for several seconds, then blew a whistle and asked the person in Shulan's photo: "Who is she then?"

Shu Lan's face turned pale, and she had to grin reluctantly: "A little star that I liked a few years ago has long since retired."

He Junming was a little disappointed: "It's pretty, give it to me. Please come and play tomorrow night."

Shu Lan's eyes lit up and she immediately said okay.

That skirt is also beautiful, not only beautiful, but also special.

Anyway, Meng listens and doesn't wear it. What's wrong with dressing her!

When Shu Lan thought about the look in others' eyes when she went to He Junming's birthday party tomorrow, her whole body was excited. If Jiang Ren is interested in her...

She didn't believe that Meng Ting really would ask for it. After all, Meng Ting was very good at growing up, with almost no thorns, only soft and good. If father might be sad, Meng Ting will never let the sisters disharmony.

When Meng Ting went to school the next day, Shu Lan still didn't get the things back, so she knew she had to ask for it herself.

She will no longer give Shu Lan unconditionally.

The photos are also mother's relics, so they can't be regarded as He Junming's jokes.

It was already 5:30 in the afternoon when the seventh middle school was over.

Meng Ting packed his schoolbags and said to Zhao Nuancheng, "You go home first."

"Listen to you?"

"I have something."

Zhao Nuancheng didn't care about it: "Okay, then see you tomorrow."

"see you tomorrow."

Meng Ting originally thought that the two schools had the same time after school. When she really asked for a skirt, Shu Lan would definitely not have time to change it. Shulan would not return it to her at home, but she would naturally not insist on wearing that skirt because she was afraid of making trouble in school.

However, when she arrived at Shulan's classroom, the girl with a small mirror in the front row of Shulan glanced at her curiously: "Shulan, she has already left. Today, on He Junming's birthday in Class 12, she did not go to Lao Zhang Go straight to the class."

Meng Ting frowned. She didn't expect these people to skip class directly: "Thank you, do you know where He Junming's birthday party is?"

The girl thought Meng Ting's voice was soft and pleasant, so she told her, "An Haiting."

Meng heard a little embarrassed.

However, thinking of Shu Lan's character, the skirt might be damaged, and she finally got on the bus to An Haiting.

She knows An Haiting.

This is the most expensive area in the city. It is close to the sea, with restaurants, internet cafes and ktv.

Those are all real estate of Jiangjia Junyang Group.

The end of school period also happens to be the peak time for get off work hours.

Meng heard the bus, and the sky was a little dark.

It was dark early in winter, and it was already black at the moment.

Meng Ting walked into the gate of An Haiting. The front desk was a man and a woman, with a good attitude: "May I ask you who are you?"

At that time, Meng Ting was still wearing the school uniform of No. 7 Middle School, ordinary sneakers, his hair tied into a ponytail, and a pair of black lenses on the bridge of his nose, which was really nondescript.

Meng Ting was a little embarrassed: "Can I find my sister?"

The female receptionist smiled: "Classmate, I can't let you up without invitation."

Meng Ting was stunned. There was a song from upstairs that I didn't know who was singing, which was called howling ghosts. She knew that the party was very lively, and that if Shulan didn't cause trouble, it wasn't Shulan.

Meng Ting didn't go to treat her afterwards, her skirt could not be ruined.

"Me too..." She rarely lied, her cheeks flushed, "He, He Junming's friends. I'm late."

The female receptionist smiled: "Little sister, it's wrong to lie."

She glanced at Meng Ting's lenses, and the male front desk was also somewhat disdainful.

It is clear that Meng Ting is deceiving.

Meng Ting knows why.

Jiang Ren is a group of people who are either rich or expensive. He Junming likes people with good looks and would not have such a "shabby" friend.

Meng Ting hesitated for a long time, then raised his hand and took off his glasses.

The two front desks opposite were quiet for a moment.

The girl's cheeks were reddish: "I'm really... their friend." The lights in the living room were too bright, and she blinked uncomfortably, and there was water in her eyes.

But it is also incredibly beautiful. That pure beauty is simply better than everyone who went up before.

The man at the front desk blushed, and he coughed for a while: "I'll help you ask my classmate."

Meng Ting put on his glasses, a little nervous.

The phone was connected, and the male receptionist asked her: "I'll ask your name over there."

Meng Ting did not retreat: "Meng Ting."

He Junming drank dizzy, Biao finished the song and answered the phone. He was not drinking well, and when he heard Meng Ting over there, he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Fuck? Meng listen!"

Jiang Ren, who played cards by the sofa, raised his eyes.

"Brother Shinobu, how about Lianzi?"

Jiang Ren pushed the exhausted chips and cards to the front of He Junming: "Buy your phone." The 56,000 yuan of chips was not a small number that year.

He got up, and He Junming's phone was in his hand.

The front desk said: "Yes, this classmate said her name is Meng Ting."

On the other end of the phone came the young boy's cheerful low laugh.

The front desk did not know that the person had been changed: "Let her come up?"

"Let her take the stairs, you said the elevator was broken."

He waited at the corner of the third floor and couldn't help bending his lips.