Male God, a Little Su

Meng Qingfeng twitched the corners of his lips and was speechless. Before he could say anything, he heard his sister nodding furiously beside her, holding her small fists in indignation, "That's right! How dare this scumbag look down on Yanyan! Why! Yanyan is so good, obviously he is not worthy of Yanyan!"

Under Lu Jingming's indifferent eyes, Meng Xingchen's body was cold, and there was nowhere to hide.

"Yeah, how about saying he's blind?"

Su Yan folded her arms and mocked her tone.

"Su Yan! You, you follow the road—"

"Yes, that's what you think." Su Yan spread her hands, interrupted him directly, and told him the answer.

This answer caused Meng Xingchen's heart to drop to the bottom of the valley, and he fell to pieces in an instant. He was like falling into an ice cellar, clenching his teeth as if he could still hear the creaky sound of bones being frozen.

"Uncle Lu, I—"

Lu Jingming pulled his tie, rolled up his sleeves and walked up, suddenly raised his hand and punched Meng Xingchen hard.

The girls around were screaming in horror.

The man's appearance is outstanding, his temperament is mature and stable, and there is a cold light in his expressionless eyes. He looks young, but he has a lot more charm than Meng Xingchen and Meng Qingfeng, two slightly younger youths.

"Well……"

Meng Xingchen fell to the ground in embarrassment, wiped the corners of his bleeding lips, and cursed inwardly.

He raised his head, his eyes were a little crazy, "Uncle Lu, you don't care about your image for such a woman, don't you? I can't choose things like identity. Is it my fault that I was born in this world? Is it?! I also want to be an upright person! But who gave me the opportunity? Meng Qingfeng will not understand everything I have experienced since I was a child!"

Meng Xingchen sat on the ground with one leg bent, his head lowered, and his tone was desolate and self-deprecating.

His good image at school was too popular, and suddenly some girls began to feel bad for him.

"sky--"

"Senior Meng, one cannot choose one's own origin, but one can choose one's own future! Don't be sad! We support you!"

"That is, who are you, bullying people openly at the gate of our school, call the police! Call the police and arrest them!"

"It's amazing to be rich! Senior Meng can't choose where he was born. If he can, we believe he doesn't want to be an illegitimate child! Besides, the one you should despise the most should be your own father!"

Lu Jingming smiled lightly, tidied up his collar, and glanced at Meng Xingchen who pretended to be poor.

"Let's not take this as an example. Let me hear the insulting words from your mouth again, and you just don't want your tongue."

After saying that, he grabbed Su Yan's wrist and turned around.

Su Yan didn't look back, and left a sentence lazily, "A group of idiots, you can't choose your background. But in the name of being an illegitimate child and being bullied, let his girlfriend support him, is it because others can't force him? "

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but think more and more.

Meng Xingchen's face turned ashen.

"I'll leave it to you," Lu Jingming opened the car door and looked at Meng Qingfeng sideways, his tone was light and his expression changed, "When necessary, you should make some choices. Otherwise, I don't mind helping you Meng family. ."

Meng Qingfeng's thoughts of watching the lively event stopped, and his expression was awe-inspiring.

"I see, Uncle Lu."

"Goodbye baby," Su Yan was not affected at all, and waved at Meng Baoer in the car.

"Goodbye Yanyan~ I must come for my birthday~"