The city is full of neon lights, bright lights, and people coming and going with different futures and pasts.

Compared to the fashion mall located in the city center, people can only be amazed.

A pair of well-maintained hands, which could not be identified as the hands of a woman in her forties or fifties, generously threw out a gold card. The waiter Ma took it respectfully. After paying, she picked up the shopping bag and stepped out of the mall on loud high heels.

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Lin Enmeng in the back kept looking around, feeling that the middle-aged woman in front of her looked very familiar, like a person - Aunt Zhuang.

"Aunt Zhuang, wait, Aunt Zhuang." She chased after her.

The driver took the thing in his hand, and Zhuang Lizhu heard the sweet voice behind her, but she didn't take it seriously until she was stopped by Lin Enmeng.

"Aunt Zhuang, it's really you." Lin Enmeng was pleasantly surprised.

"You are..." An eleven or twelve-year-old girl flashed in Zhuang Lizhu's mind, and the image slowly overlapped with the girl in front of her: "You are Mengmeng, you really are Mengmeng!"

"Um."

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are getting more and more beautiful!"

"Aunt Zhuang, you too, I haven't seen you for ten years, but you are still so young!"

Zhuang Lizhu covered her mouth and smiled, "My mouth is still so sweet. Come on, come and sit at Aunt Zhuang's house."

"Aunt Zhuang, it's not good, I will disturb you so late."

"No, no, don't you want to meet Xiaoyi?"

A blush appeared on Lin Enmeng's face, and she nodded shyly, "Yes."

Zhuang Lizhu immediately took Lin Enmeng's hand, got into the car, and motioned to the driver to drive.

Zhuang Lizhu and her mother had been best friends since childhood. They got married and were pregnant at about the same time. They almost got married. However, the Lin family later immigrated to Switzerland and the two families never saw each other again.

When he arrived at Zhao's house, Zhao Yi was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing a simple white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, exposing his wheat-colored chest. His eyes were staring at the scrolling stock market list on the huge display screen, revealing

A noble and extraordinary kingly spirit.

Lin Enmeng couldn't help but lower her head. Zhuang Lizhu shouted to him: "Xiao Yi, look who this is?"

Zhao Yi looked at her for a second and then looked back: "Who is she? I don't know her."

This sentence stung her.

"She is Mengmeng, Lin Enmeng, who immigrated ten years ago." Zhuang Lizhu explained.

"Lynn Meng?" He remembered that there was a little girl more than ten years ago who followed him all day long and could not get rid of her. She also made some jokes such as wanting to marry him.

"It's me." She was very glad that he remembered, and she couldn't help but feel happy in her heart. But the next second was like a bucket of cold water being poured on her.

"Mom, since I am your guest, you can chat slowly while I go back to the room first."

"Sit down, Mengmeng was your childhood playmate after all. You guys have a good time catching up, and I'll cut some fruit for you." Smart people can see that even Zhuang Lizhu wants them to be alone.

But Lin Enmeng was duplicitous, "Aunt Zhuang, let me help you."
Chapter completed!