Chapter 1865

  Luxury villas, maids rush to and fro.

  The young master of Meng’s family has summer vacation today and is going back to other villages to escape the summer heat. The servants in the family hurriedly clean up when they are crazy. Meng Shao, who is the province, loses his temper as soon as he returns.

This child, Meng Lan, is good in everything, looks good, with red lips and white teeth and a tender bun. He is also good at studying. He ranks among the best every year. Although he is a bit public, who makes his family famous? The four major clan wars in Beijing, Meng, Han, and Wei , Meng's family line two, can also be considered to be able to stand up.

  Only packed up, the wagon has already entered, and the six-car convoy drove in vigorously and stopped at the door steadily.

  The butler respectfully opened the car door and welcomed the young master down.

  The small child has just arrived at the waist of the housekeeper, but he is full of style. He wears a small suit and has a straight hair comb. The hand-made leather shoes are on the ground.

  Little Young Master Meng straightened his clothes, looked up impatiently and glanced at the burning sun above his head, then turned around and shouted: "Luo Qianqian! Luo Qianqian! Will you serve people at all?"

  The rear car door opened, and a fleshy little figure holding an umbrella higher than her, struggling to rush over.

  Luo Qianqian was a little panicked. She overslept in the car just now. When she woke up, she suddenly saw such a luxurious building. She thought she had entered the castle and subconsciously watched it.

   "Yes, sorry, here, this place is so beautiful!"

  Luo Qianqian quickly opened the umbrella, struggling to stand up on his toes.

  This umbrella is very heavy, and the quality is very good at first glance. Luo Qianqian needs to hold it with two hands to hold it.

  Meng Lan rolled her eyes contemptuously: "It's beautiful here? That's because you haven't seen our home, it's beautiful there!"

"Oh……"

  Luo Qianqian's mood is a little depressed. She can actually go to her home. Her mother works as a maid in her home. She should go to her mother during summer vacation, but who knows she wants to serve this young master.

  Luo Qianqian becomes even more decadent when he thinks of not being able to see his mother.

   Seeing her not speaking, Meng Lan couldn't help but glance at her.

  The little girl was also two years younger than him, her skin was white and tender and she was able to pinch out water, her big round eyes were hanging down, and her fleshy face was bulged with two bags, like a suffering goldfish.

  Is this upset again?

Meng Lan gave a tut, took out a piece of imported toffee from his pocket, personally opened it, and reached Luo Qianqian's mouth: "Didn't you say it, you will play with me this summer vacation, and I will give your mother three times the salary!" "

Luo Qianqian took a look at the toffee, swallowed her saliva, and thought about her mother again. She was a little bit lost, but if she was three times the salary, her father's medical expenses would have been lost. Biting.

  Pink and tender lips touched her fingertips and quickly left. Meng Lan was so rare that she did not dislike it. Hehe smiled and messed up Luo Qianqian's curly hair, and walked into the villa contentedly.

   "Luo Qianqian, where's my iced watermelon?"

   "Come, come!"

  Luo Qianqian struggling to hold a tray of iced watermelon, dashing in.

   "Luo Qianqian, where's my ice cream!"

   "This, this is good!"

  Luo Qianqian, who is only in the first grade, is almost exhausted. This young master is too lazy. The teacher has said that a good boy wants to do his own things. Why does he let others do it?

  Mum’s work must be very tiring too!

  So she decided, after returning from here, she will come to do the housework and reduce the burden on her mother!

  Crazy thinking and not paying attention to the front, Luo Qianqian ran into someone's arms with ice cream, and the white cream spilled all over the person.

  Luo Qianqian was startled, and stood there blankly, forgetting to say sorry.

  The boy on the ground lifted up a pair of Danfeng eyes that had begun to take shape with a smile, and mocked: "Are you blind?"

  If you want to see children's shoes, I will post some content about the battle and Luo Qianqian. I wrote two chapters first. If you don’t want to read it, I won’t post it in the future.

  (End of this chapter)