Chapter 165: Credibility

Mengfu took the household registration book and frowned when she read it. On the information page of Meng Nishang, she was indeed registered as married.
"Neon clothes, I can do it for myself. Unless your grandfather can be sober, otherwise, your marriage will not look good by anyone. I guess you will eventually return to Mengjia, and I know you."
Knowing daughter Mo Ruofu, don't look at Mengfu's targeting of Meng Nishang, in fact, he understands better than anyone that Zhang Yifeng is just a shield for Meng Nishang.
Because Zhang Yifeng has a problem, otherwise why Meng Nishang would choose to live with him. His daughter is not stupid at all.
Putting away the household registration book, Mengfu turned and left, and the bodyguards helped each other and left. Their wrists are just dislocated, and they can connect each other's bones. This is not difficult for them who have served as soldiers.
Mengfu came suddenly and walked quickly. He looked aggressive this time, but he seemed to be doing it to someone on purpose.
"What did you say to my dad?"
At the gate of the yard, the voice of Meng Nishang came.
Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "Nothing."
With that said, Zhang Yifeng turned around and entered the yard, went to the front of the flower bed, and carefully observed the three fragrance flowers.
A three vanilla plant only has one flower. This flower is more precious to him than human life. Whether he can upgrade his cultivation to the third level and restore his little brother's ability depends on this flower. In these three days, this flower must not have any damage, and he didn't want to fall short.
"That...why did you protect me like that just now?" Meng Nishang hesitated, and finally asked this sentence.
Zhang Yi didn't return to the limelight either, and said lightly: "Playing."
The simple words made Meng Nishang breathe a sigh of relief, but she felt a little empty in her heart.
So warm and domineering, is it acting?
Is Zhang Yifeng too good at acting, or he is not as fast as Zhang Yifeng. Because this marriage was originally a game. Zhang Yifeng married himself just for the one million yuan.
She shook her head, Meng Nishang smiled mockingly, didn't she just want Zhang Yifeng to be like this. That's it for money trading!
When the storm passes, in the future, we will not owe each other.
Meng Nishang went back to the room and took out the phone. The phone has been turned off these days because of trouble. Now that his father has found him personally, the trouble is probably not so much, Meng Nishang then turned on the phone.
As soon as it was turned on, Meng Nishang received a lot of text messages, including mothers, fathers, and even sister Mei.
Meng Nishang immediately returned a call to sister Mei.
"My aunt, you finally turned on the phone, and thought you were kidnapped by Zhang Yifeng! You get married when you get married, and there is no need to shut down the phone." Sister Mei's voice came for the first time.
"Sister Mei, I'm afraid that someone will blow up the phone these days." Meng Nishang smiled apologetically.
"That's right, the turmoil of your affairs in Kyoto is not small. I guess that in the past few days, families of all sizes should have almost heard of the news. In other words, I was shocked when I saw those pornographic photos. , Did you really take it yourself? When did you be so bold and dare to take this kind of photo, and you were still with the same man."
"Sister Mei, don't laugh at me anymore. I'm not trying to make things worse."
"It's really big enough, and you have hurt me miserably these few days, because it was Hangyang City that I took you to. My mother's family is asking me about my sins these days. Your mother makes several phone calls every day. I'm bothered."
"Sister Mei, you have suffered these days. When the storm passes, I will treat you to a big meal and travel around the world."
"Forget it, I'm not like you, a daughter. I still have a company to take care of. Okay, I can rest assured that I know that you are fine. I still have things on hand, so I won't talk about it."
Meng Nishang just hung up the phone, and Zhang Yifeng's phone rang suddenly in the courtyard.
Zhang Yifeng looked at the electric display, and a touch of warmth immediately appeared on his cold face.
"Sister, what's the matter."
It was his sister Zhang Kexin who called.
At the next moment, Zhang Kexin's surprised voice came: "Brother, guess what I saw. I saw a person in the newspaper who looks very similar to you! If you weren't in Hangyang City, I would really think this The person in the newspaper is you."
Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "Really, what newspaper?"
"The lace news in Kyoto said that the first beauty in Kyoto cohabited with a mysterious man and pulled the marriage certificate. There are also pornographic photos of the two. The man looks like you. If the muscles are not tighter than you, I would really think it was you. I also said why my brother is so promising that he actually soaked the first beauty in Kyoto. In other words, the dream family is very powerful. Compared with the dream family, the Wen family is a piece of cake."
There are many families in Kyoto, which can be directly divided into three, six or nine classes. The literary family can only be counted as a third-rate family. Mengjia barely counts as a third-rate family. Wang Family, it must be a third-rate!
As for the four major families, that is beyond all families.
Zhang Yifeng tossed the flowers and plants, and said: "Well, if the heroine you are talking about is Meng Nishang, I think the man in that pornographic photo should be me."
Zhang Kexin was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Brother, it turns out that that person is you. I said how to be so like you. Then let the people of Meng's family take care of my younger sister. I happened to contact a manufacturer recently. I bought some products cheaply, and I plan to sell them to an industry of Mengjia."
Zhang Kexin spoke playfully, obviously making fun of Zhang Yifeng. She thought that what Zhang Yifeng said just now was deliberately making her happy.
Zhang Kexin didn't know that Zhang Yifeng had a marriage with Meng Nishang. Zhang Tianhe only told Zhang Yifeng about this. After all, there is no such thing as a stroke of horoscopes, and Zhang Tianhe will not promote it. Therefore, she didn't believe what Zhang Yifeng said, thinking that Zhang Yifeng was making her happy.
But Zhang Yifeng said solemnly: "This, if I can help, I will try my best to help."
Zhang Kexin saw it through but didn’t say it through, and continued:
Okay, the person in charge of that industry seems to be Meng’s granddaughter Feng Mei, who is also the cousin of Meng Nishang. Make a lot of money. By then, I will be able to pay you living expenses on time every month. Ten to twenty thousand will definitely be fine."
"Okay, I'll help you ask if Meng Nishang knows that person."
Zhang Yifeng still speaks seriously. Zhang Kexin couldn't help but laughed out loud.
"Okay, brother, don't brag. Okay, I'm back to Wen's house, so I won't talk to you. Brother, you are the only relative in this world, so you must cheer and cheer."
Zhang Kexin finished speaking and hung up.