Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Meng Ting went out early this morning.

The last time she saw Tang Xin, she was so skinny that she couldn't tell her original appearance at all.

While Meng Ting was surprised by Meng Yutang's methods, she suddenly remembered another thing.

Tang Xin is the only one who knows everything she does.

Before she thought he was dead, but now he appeared again.

Why does a person who is already dead show up!

Why did Meng Yutang, this trash, let him escape!

Meng Ting tightened her bag and walked out.

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Meng Ting glanced at the surrounding environment indifferently. It was just dawn early in the morning, and this place has always been sparsely populated and there are no people.

She turned to look at the driver behind her: Wait for me here, I'll go up by myself.

Ma'am, it's high.

It's okay, so pious.

The driver nodded, got into the car and waited.

Meng Ting walked up slowly.

There is a temple on the top of this mountain, and there are few people around here, so there are few people offering incense.

Meng Ting walked up step by step. The mountain was very high, and her legs began to ache when she was halfway there.

Sweat was still oozing from her forehead, but she didn't stop and continued walking up.

Tang Xin stood halfway up the mountain and waited for her. The mountain road was a bit winding.

He was a little anxious.

Zhou Beicheng said that as long as he behaves well, as long as Meng Ting wants him, as long as he tricks him, then he can let him go.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard.

Tang Xin probed down and looked down.

sister!

Meng Ting came up and looked at him.

She turned and glanced around.

There is also a path near the edge of the cliff on the side of the mountain road. The path is full of dead branches.

She turned and walked over.

Come here, it's better for you not to be seen now.

She walked over first, stood on the edge of the cliff, and would fall if she took a step forward.

Tang Xin stood behind her: Sister, have you seen Meng Yutang?

He raised his hand to touch the things in his pocket, and someone over there silently recorded the conversation.

What he didn't know was that someone was still recording the video.

Didn't you read it? The latest news.

Meng Ting didn't turn her head, she just kept looking at her feet.

Tang Xin nodded: See, then she wants to sever ties with the Shi family.

He thought about how he could get the words out.

Her, there is no way to do this, after all, my sister before...

With a hoarse voice, he talked about how Meng Ting had treated Meng Yutang before.

The more she talked, the colder Meng Ting's face became.

But he wanted to get Meng Ting to admit it, but he didn't notice it at all.

He thought that the danger was Zhou Beicheng, but he never expected that Meng Ting beside him was his greatest danger.

Zhou Beicheng sat down on the chair and looked at the two people standing on the side of the mountain on the screen in front of him.

He hooked his lips, his eyes were as cold as ice.

There was a sudden squeak, and then Tang Xin's voice. He seemed a little anxious, and slowly talked about what Meng Ting had done to Meng Yutang.

The smile on the corner of his lips stopped abruptly, and his eyes were stained with bloodthirsty red.

The voice in his ear didn't stop, and his hands slowly clenched into fists.

His eyes stared at the woman on the screen, as if he wanted to rush out and skin her alive.

Tang Xin's voice stopped.

Meng Ting's voice came into her ears accompanied by the mountain wind.

It's hard for you to remember so clearly.

Tang Xin suddenly raised his eyes to look at her back.

Sister! Don't you remember!

Of course I remember, but you also remember. Will you tell others the same way you told me one day.