Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

Chapter 133 Ming Yi breaks in

"Zhi Ling, don't bother with him. This kid was scared by me forcing him to go on blind dates in the past. Now he behaves like this when I say I want to introduce my friends to him!" Smith saw that his son's attitude had softened and quickly explained.

Afraid of leaving a bad impression on Meng Zhiling.

"Haha, I understand!" Meng Zhiling covered her face with a smile, picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"Okay, Alan, you can go now. You don't have to waste your good time picking up girls here!" Smith said to Alan, completely ignoring what Meng Zhiling was thinking now.

Or maybe he is retreating to advance.

"I just won't leave." Allen looked at Smith, as if he didn't take his words to heart at all. His strong rebellious temperament, coupled with his bright and handsome face, simply fascinated thousands of girls. However, Meng Zhiling was not the kind of girl who had no experience in the world.

"It's up to you then." Smith shook his head helplessly.

But as smart as Meng Zhiling is, how could she not know that Smith's tactic was to play hard to get, and how could she not know his intention.

No one knows a son better than his father. He knew very well that his son liked to go against him, so he used the trick just now to achieve the goal of making him stay.

Although she knew it, Meng Zhiling still didn't say it out loud. She pretended to know nothing the whole time, quietly drinking coffee and quietly admiring the funny father and son opposite her.

"Zhi Ling, are you really the founder of MQ?" Smith left his son aside and finally got to the point of the matter.

Meng Zhiling smiled lightly, nodded, and said nothing more.

"You are so young, how is it possible? I just read the old news, and I still can't believe it. You are simply a legend." Smith said with an exaggerated expression, and Meng Zhiling felt a little embarrassed.

"Hey, old man, don't scare Miss Meng. Just say what you want to say. I hate people who are hypocritical and insincere the most." Alan looked at Meng Zhiling's embarrassed look and immediately stood up to speak for Meng Zhiling.

Completely ignoring the fact that the other person is his father.

"Zhiling, so Shafu No. 1 is also your product?" Smith ignored Allen and continued to ask.

The reverence in his eyes was obvious, which seemed a bit mismatched. After all, he was a leader in the industry and had a certain reputation in the world, while Meng Zhiling looked like a beginner.

Meng Zhiling nodded gently again.

"Puff..." Meng Zhiling hadn't said anything yet, but Alan spat a mouthful of coffee on Smith's black suit. If it weren't for his apologetic look, Smith would have mistakenly thought that he was taking the opportunity to take revenge.

"You..." Smith glared at Allen, but he could do nothing.

"Forget it, I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself. I'm going to the bathroom and let Alan stay with you for a while." Smith quickly suppressed his anger and still looked like a standard gentleman.

"Ms. Meng, actually the old man should be referring to your Saflurane No. 1 in the picture. You can tell from the look in his eyes when he mentioned that medicine. Actually, you don't need to let him feel proud." After Smith left, Alan immediately exposed his father's tricks.

"Mr. Allen really understands your father. However, I really plan to cooperate with him as long as he opens the door." Meng Zhiling raised her eyebrows and looked at Allen's expression as if he had eaten a fly, feeling secretly happy in her heart.

It's his fault for looking down on others. He looked so terrible when he first arrived. If I don't take the opportunity to teach him a lesson now, he will really look down on himself.

"Where is Miss Meng from?" Alan was silent for a moment, then immediately changed the topic and asked.

"Chinese." Meng Zhiling answered honestly. No matter in her previous life or this life, her roots are Chinese.

During the question and answer session, Alan was speechless, and Meng Zhiling's answers were no more than four words. Her cold expression made Alan realize that even though he was known as a "heartthrob", he also had his downfalls.

"Zhi Ling, you are here after all." Just when Alan was feeling embarrassed and felt that time was passing very slowly, and wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, a voice came from behind him, as if calling Meng Zhi Ling.

"Why are you here? Are you here to collect Ming Jian's body? I wonder if he is alive or dead now?" Meng Zhiling looked up and met Ming Yi's resolute face.

When Alan heard Meng Zhiling talk about the issue of life and death so calmly, he frowned slightly and thought to himself that perhaps the woman in front of him was not as quiet and weak as she seemed.

At such a young age, I wonder what he has experienced to reach the state where he is so calm and unperturbed by fame or disgrace.

Ming Yi smiled helplessly, "You were a little too harsh. Give me a little face next time." Ming Yi sat down without any intention of greeting Alan who was sitting opposite Meng Zhiling.

Alan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that he was ignored.

"Miss Meng, who is this?"

"His name is Ming Yi." Meng Zhiling raised her eyebrows. She had no idea what Ming Yi's status was relative to herself, so she could only introduce him so simply.

After her introduction, the situation became awkward again, and Alan didn't know whether to say hello or not.

"Ming Yi, why are you here too? What a coincidence?" Fortunately, Smith, who had gone to the bathroom, returned to the table and said in a surprised tone.

"Do you know?"

"Do you know?"

Meng Zhiling and Allen said the same thing, but they asked different people.

"Do you know each other?" This time, it was Smith and Ming Yi's turn to ask back, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Haha, I used to hear those philosophers and poets say that the world is small, but I didn't believe it. Now it seems that it is indeed not that big." Smith said humorously, then found the waiter and ordered tea and coffee again.

"Yes." Ming Yi also smiled and shook hands with Smith.

"This is my son, Alan, Alan, and this is dad's old friend, Mingyi, come and call him uncle." Smith was very enthusiastic and polite.

Meng Zhiling and Allen looked at each other, then looked at Ming Yi. If Allen called him uncle, would that make him sound old?

"Okay, young people have their own topics to talk about, so let's not get involved. Actually, it's not a coincidence that I'm here today. I really came here to find you." Ming Yi pulled Smith away without even saying hello.

In the end, Meng Zhiling and Allen were left looking at each other awkwardly.

"I have something to do, so I'll go back first. Mr. Allen, please do as you please." Meng Zhiling could see that Allen was still a little interested in her. After all, men would have some fantasies when they saw beautiful girls. However, she didn't want to give Allen any chance.

Even though Smith and Ming Yi were deliberately creating opportunities for them to get along, she didn't need it.

It was enough for her to have the big vinegar jar at home.

"What is your relationship with Miss Meng Zhiling?" Smith asked mysteriously after Ming Yi brought Smith back to the hospital and resolved Ming Jian's issue.

Of course, he didn't misunderstand that there was some improper relationship. He could see that Meng Zhiling and Ming Yi were somewhat similar, especially in their eyes, so he thought that Ming Yi had tasted the forbidden fruit a long time ago, and mistakenly believed that Meng Zhiling was his illegitimate daughter who had been hidden well all along.

"Actually, she is my niece and I am her uncle, but she has not admitted it and is unwilling to recognize us." Ming Yi was drinking tea in Smith's office, and his tone of voice was slightly sad.

Although Smith didn't know the twists and turns of the matter, he still felt sympathy for his old friend.

"Don't worry, young man, give her some more time, she will figure it out, especially a good girl like Zhiling." Smith spoke with the tone of someone who had experienced it, which was particularly healing.

Meng Zhiling left the cafe and called Yuan Yongkai. She wanted to ask if he was still there, but no one answered. So she gave up and decided to travel alone, relax, and put aside all her hatred and ambitions.

I took the bus to a hotel at the mouth of the desert, intending to see the entire city from the highest point in the city.

Fang Zheng was not in a hurry to go back since Qiao Surong hadn't called yet.

As soon as she entered the hotel, Meng Zhiling saw two tall and strong middle-aged men, one of whom was holding a briefcase in his hand. They looked like ordinary office workers.

But from the temperament they exude and their vigilant and sharp eyes, it can be seen that these two people are definitely not ordinary people.

No matter how much the two hid their identities and abilities, Meng Zhiling could tell at a glance that they were both Earth-level ability users, and had just broken through.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something, but along the way, when Meng Zhiling went upstairs, they also went upstairs. Meng Zhiling sat down on the top floor and they also found a seat by the window.

And at this time, there were only three of them on the top floor, plus a waiter who was far away.

After all, hotels are usually crowded at night, and everyone likes to stand at the highest point at night to enjoy the magnificent city night view.

"You see, we put so much effort into this matter, but in the end they got it for nothing. How can we say it's not worth it for us two brothers?" The burly man who was a little darker said in a low voice in pure Russian.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Another whiter man looked around and saw that Meng Zhiling had an oriental face and did not react at all after hearing what he said, with her head still facing out the window. Only then did he feel relieved.

After all, it is rare to see Asian faces here. Even if you see them, they are just tourists who know a few words of English. What they spoke was Russian, which is difficult to understand. They concluded that the waiter could not hear them, and Meng Zhiling could not understand them. Even if they could understand them, they spoke so quietly that she could not hear them clearly.

"So what you mean is?" The whiter, burly man winked at the other man, knowing each other tacitly.

"Yes, that's what you're thinking. If we sell this thing to other countries ourselves, we won't have to run around all the time and do those sneaky things. Once we get the money, I believe there will always be a place for us two brothers in the world. I think China will be particularly interested in this thing."

Meng Zhiling frowned, and became instantly interested when she heard the man mention China. Although she had been paying attention to them before, she lost a bit of interest when she determined that the two were not her enemies. But now, she pricked up her ears to listen to their next conversation.