The beauty of the fishing department holds the script of the crematorium

Chapter 58

Working in a gallery is not just for fun, and Meng Jiao has no intention of playing games. He recruited people seriously to form a studio and officially put it into operation.

When Meng Jiao walked to the studio, he met Gu Donglin who was sitting on the sofa outside holding a disposable plastic water cup at the door.

After seeing Meng Jiao, he stood up: "I saw your recruitment, I'm here to help."

Meng Jiao walked into the door, turned around and asked him, "Where's your company?"

Gu Donglin remained silent.

Seeing his distressed look, Meng Jiao asked, "Are you away from home?"

It should be because he thinks the term "run away from home" is too young and naive, so he beautifies it a bit: "Come out and make a living".

"No money, I'll leave after helping, don't worry." Gu Donglin now always keeps "you don't worry" in his heart.

I don't know whose heart is safe.

"Okay." Meng Jiao sat down.

Don't reject what is delivered to your door.

Moreover, Gu Donglin is a little brain-dead in terms of emotions, and his own strength is still no problem.Gu Donglin's previously accumulated contacts and experience can indeed come in handy in this line of work.

"Let's have an interview." Meng Jiao got up.

"Where are you going?" Gu Donglin asked quickly.

"Calling the interviewer in will still require an assessment." Meng Jiao smiled without mercy.

The interviewer came in and stared at Gu Donglin.

Of course he recognized Gu Donglin as the young master of Gu's group, gossip in the industry, this young master seemed to have fallen out with his family, and ran out instead of staying in the president's group.

But why did he come to Meng Jiao's studio to be a social animal?

Gu Donglin has never had an interview, but he can answer a few simple questions.

The interviewer asked professionally: "In terms of salary?"

"No money." Gu Donglin said sincerely.

The interviewer almost choked out: "Huh?"

"Working hours are also very flexible, I can do it." Gu Donglin added.

He just wants to do his best to make up for the regret in his heart.

Whether this is the Juan Wang or the wronged species, people can't tell for a while.

The interviewer maintained a smile very well: "This is not appropriate, it seems that we are too harsh, we will pay you according to the salary in the recruitment announcement, and then sign a contract with you."

"I can help now." Gu Donglin said quickly.

If Mrs. Gu was here, she would definitely yell at him again, and be pissed off by his enthusiasm for making money for others.

Gu Donglin seldom said that he has been working for some years and has some savings in his hands, so Mrs. Gu can't handle him for the time being, so she can only say hello to the industry and say that it is a joke, and then scold him remotely.

The next step is not the job of the interviewer, she said wait a moment and walked out, then walked in again, brought a small stack of materials, and led Gu Donglin to the work station: "Hello, please take a look at these first."

Gu Donglin flipped through some existing announcements and venue information, so that he could get started with the project after reading.

Because of Meng Jiao's presence, Gu Donglin was full of energy, and when he was tired, he secretly took a look at Meng Jiao through the glass grille.

Meng Jiao was talking on the phone with someone, and they were talking in English, but Gu Donglin couldn't hear clearly after a distance.

But from Meng Jiao's smile, it can be seen that the two of them talked happily.

Gu Donglin's pen sketched on the paper smoothly, hoping to outline Meng Jiao's profile with shallow lines.

Turned around and took a closer look.

His painting skills have been astonishing for decades, so he quickly crumpled the paper into balls.

Meng Jiao was ready to leave after a few phone calls.

Gu Donglin poked his head out silently: "Ah? Are you leaving?"

"Yes." Meng Jiao nodded, "Go and move."

"Do you want me to help you?" Gu Donglin volunteered.

Meng Jiao politely replied: "No need."

"Okay." Gu Donglin sat back resentfully.

Meng Zhenhua helped find Meng Jiao's new home, and the condition was to paint a portrait of the old man in good spirits. Meng Zhenhua asked him what he wanted, and after thinking about it, he said that it should be closer to Meng Zhenhua's home.

Meng Zhenhua was very satisfied, and asked if he wanted to be closer to Jiang Yuenian's house.

Meng Jiao said yes.

Meng Zhenhua agreed, and Meng Jiao didn't care about the rest. He only needs to carry his bag and move in when the time comes.

As a result, when I went to the place, I saw that it was a single apartment.

The opposite door should also be newly moved in, and the door is wide open.

When Meng Jiao was verifying the fingerprint lock at the door, the neighbor across the door just came out.

Familiar footsteps, familiar faint cologne scent.

Meng Jiao turned around: "Huh? It's you."

He thought that Meng Zhenhua said that he was close to Jiang Yue Nian, that is, the two neighborhoods between two points were not too far away, and there was no opposite, but now they became neighbors in a blink of an eye.

Moreover, Jiang Yue Nian had a fixed residence in City A, so why did he suddenly move?

Meng Jiao used her clever brain to figure it out.

His grandfather, a big profiteer, must give information to each other and ask for benefits.

It is estimated that Jiang Yuenian also made the same request as Meng Jiao.

Jiang Yuenian was stunned when he saw it, and subconsciously rubbed his fingers: "What a coincidence."

Both of them knew that it was quite unfortunate.

"How much have you cleaned up?" Meng Jiao asked, feeling that Jiang Yuenian arrived a lot earlier than him.

"It's almost there, do you need me to help you with anything?" Jiang Yuenian asked, looking around Meng Jiao, but Meng Jiao was empty-handed and had nothing to do.

"No, I'll just have a bed first, and I'll buy the rest one after another." Meng Jiao closed the door, tried fingerprinting to open it again, and raised her foot to walk in.

Jiang Yuenian stopped him from behind, and said tentatively:

"Want to come to my house for dinner?"

The layout of the two rooms is not too different, gray and white classic marble design, Jiang Yuenian has already moved some of the things in the original home, and the tableware on the kitchen stove is arranged in a mess.

Jiang Yuenian knew how to cook before, but after meeting Meng Jiao, he became very good at cooking.

Meng Jiao has no appetite and can skip meals when he is busy. He has always been unable to get rid of the bad habit, so he has to find ways to make Meng Jiao fill his stomach.

Jiang Yuenian got up and prepared the cat food, watched the kitten go to the rice bowl obediently, and simply fried a few home-cooked dishes on the fire.

Meng Jiao was mediating with the kitten there, and the kitten was a little sensitive to the smell of strangers, so Meng Jiao didn't dare to approach rashly, keeping a safe distance for him to gradually adapt to his presence.

Jiang Yuenian put the dishes on the table and said, "Come and eat."

Meng Jiao waved at the kitten, sat down at the dining table, and picked up the spoon.

When eating, Meng Jiao habitually bit the spoon and stuffed it in, then chewed slowly, her cheeks puffed up like a cute little squirrel.

Jiang Yuenian looked at him a few more times greedily, and absently swallowed a mouthful of food.

Meng Jiao started a chat topic: "My studio has opened, and I will be busy recently."

"Congratulations, what can I do for you?"

"It's okay, it's already in operation, and I'm busy with an art exhibition now."

When they got along before, they were not used to saying much at the dinner table.

But Jiang Yuenian felt that Meng Jiao seemed to be taken aback by him.

He still spoke with a smile, but it was different from the relaxed feeling before, and he couldn't describe that feeling.

Isn't this the picture he was expecting?

But he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

While observing Meng Jiao's expression, he also shared business matters.

But his tone was calm, and those in the shopping mall were even more lackluster. He himself thought it was boring, and he was afraid that Meng Jiao would be annoyed.

Meng Jiao occasionally responded to him while eating, indicating that she was listening.

After eating, the kitten got used to Meng Jiao's smell, and rolled to Meng Jiao's side to reveal its belly, but it would paw Meng Jiao again and again from time to time.

Meng Jiao smiled and rubbed it.

"Your temper is getting bigger and bigger." He praised the tone, "I played with you several times before, and you lived with me for a few days. I gave you things, and you don't remember me."

He remembered that when he first arrived, it was thin and weak, and it was very clingy. The rescue station said that the domestic cat was sick and abandoned. After being brought home by Jiang Yuenian, it used to please humans.

But now my temperament has become stronger, which is very good, which means that I am not so afraid.

He rubbed his hand to the cat's chin, hung the pendant collar he gave him, and hooked his fingertips, wondering if he should design a batch of bibs or something to dress up the furkids.

Jiang Yuenian cleaned up the dishes, listening to their conversation, he felt that the sound of water flowing in front of the sink was also very pleasant.

If only time could stand still at this moment...

"Jiang Yue Nian." Meng Jiao suddenly called his name.

When Jiang Yuenian looked back, Meng Jiao's dark and bright eyes and the big innocent eyes of the kitten looked at him together, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and the seashell necklace was able to open along a line that was perfectly stitched.

"So you never found out?"

Something flashed through Jiang Yuenian's head, and he walked over slowly.

Hands and feet.

His throat tightened, his eyes were sour, and he walked over and half-kneeled on the floor.

Staring at the note, a little silly.

The ink feeling of the black pen and ink on the note had faded a lot, and he recognized it as Meng Jiao's habitual handwriting.

"Not dead, go out to hide from those two scumbags, and take a breath by the way."

The cat doesn't often wear the small collar with the pendant. If he takes it off, he puts it in the box and keeps it carefully.

The two looked at each other, inexplicably dumbfounded.

Meng Jiao said: "You didn't reply to me at that time, and I was unhappy looking at the chat box, so I wrote this thing on a piece of paper and put it in the necklace pendant. The pendant is an extra thing. The shape of the shell can Hide something, I thought you'd find it."

He didn't quite understand why Jiang Yuenian seemed to be avoiding him.

It turned out that he walked into the fallacy of his own "fleeing from him even if he dies".

He was funny and felt like a soft poke in the heart.

Jiang Yuenian is actually a very insecure person. With such a misunderstanding, it's no wonder that he becomes so self-closing and wants to close his heart and love.

Jiang Yuenian fell into a deeper anxiety.

If Meng Jiao hadn't resisted him so much.

Originally, the opportunity to be with Meng Jiao after Meng Jiao came back was ruined by his worrying about gains and losses, mediocrity, and self-righteous escape during this period.

In simple words:

The opportunity to become a regular is gone.

Meng Jiao was crying and relying on excuses, mixed with part of the psychological psychology of heartlessness and lungs: "Woohoo, you don't pay attention, you are still cold and violent after I return."

Although he had to admit that if he had spoken on the chat software about this matter, maybe there would be no problem, part of his brain was to blame.

Jiang Yuenian opened his mouth, feeling that his throat was stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't speak a word. It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence:

"I'm sorry, Jiaojiao."

Because of his panic, he didn't have time to hide his emotions, and his expression naturally revealed a sense of grievance and pity:

"give me one more chance."

Losing a tens of millions of contracts or losing a project of hundreds of millions of dollars does not have the regrets he has now.

He went around and lost people by himself.

Meng Jiao came out of the oolong and became a hard-hearted character: "The matter has come to this, let's proceed step by step, we are starting again anyway."

In the past, Jiang Yue would be happy because of the progress of gradually establishing an intimate relationship, but now there is a stark contrast. It is clear that as soon as Meng Jiao comes back, he will be able to stand beside Meng Jiao as a lover openly.

Jiang Yuenian lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Then you said you wanted to pursue me, does that count? I promise you, can we..."

It may be the first time he uttered such an embarrassing request, breaking the disguise of a cold face, the thin red spread from the ears to the neck, carefully watching Meng Jiao's face, his fingers wanted to step forward to hold the corner of Meng Jiao's clothes .

Meng Jiao calmly argued with him: "When I said I was chasing you, it was the first time I met you. If you didn't agree, then forget it."

"Then if you send me flowers, are you still alive..."

Having seized the initiative, Meng Jiao's trickery is better than him: "Then I can also give others..."

"No!" Jiang Yuenian retorted.

Meng Jiao sighed deeply: "I've been working on my career recently, and only men who are doing it can be beautiful. I'll tell you when I finish my career."

He's not joking.

According to Meng Jiao's understanding, his relationship with Jiang Yuenian was a bit messy.Whether it is the heartbeat that was nourished by sex and love before going abroad, or the intention that the two parties like each other but have precautions and concerns in their hearts, it is not suitable to establish a stable relationship, and it will take time to break up slowly.Now he is very busy and has no time to deal with it, so he has to postpone it.

He felt that Jiang Yuenian's view of love was even more chaotic than his.

The love dominated by hormones makes Jiang Yuenian look like a blind beast, losing the ability to distinguish. Who knows if it will develop more and more deformed in the future.

Jiang Yuenian was very obedient.

He was so obedient that he gritted his teeth patiently, and didn't say anything more.

The whole person lowered his head all the time, revealing a pathetic look of despair, his lips were dry, his face was gloomy, and he forced himself and Meng Jiao to stop haggling with Meng Jiao.

Meng Jiao would definitely not like that.

Meng Jiao looked away: "Let's go, go back to work."

Jiang Yuenian stood up reluctantly, his whole body paralyzed as if he had been electrocuted, and he followed Meng Jiao out of the room like a wandering soul, and followed Meng Jiao to the door of Meng Jiao's house.

"Go back." Meng Jiao said, making a gesture to close the door.

Jiang Yuenian turned around obediently, and stumbled when he passed the threshold of his house.

There was a loud bang.

Meng Jiao heard the movement at his own house, saw Jiang Yuenian sitting on the ground blankly covering his head for a long time through the cat's eyes, looked at his door, then slowly stood up with a limp, and then left reluctantly.

Meng Jiao pursed her lips.

Kind of like laughing.

Meng Jiao's studio is located near a park in City A, and the office environment is quite comfortable.

Gu Donglin sat down at his desk full of energy, and started the second day of working for Meng Jiao!

Then I saw my old acquaintance come in with two bouquets of flowers.

Gu Donglin and Jiang Yuenian have always been at loggerheads. Over the years, Jiang Yuenian has developed into a dead face without a wife, and even robbed the Gu family's business. The two simply looked at each other and then moved away. I can tell.

They are all faces that often appear on financial news. Yesterday the interviewer recognized Jiang Yuenian and tentatively called out: "Mr. Jiang."

What's the matter, what kind of wind blows all of them to this small temple.

Gu Donglin stared at Jiang Yuenian closely.

Jiang Yuenian only looked at the staff, his face was handsome and pale: "Hi, I'm here to deliver flowers, can I put them in the studio?"

"Okay, you put it there."

Meng Jiao's popularity is high, the studio has just opened a lot of people sending flowers, and a special place has been opened to put flowers, everyone is used to someone sending flowers.

Gu Donglin deliberately crackled the keyboard behind the computer.

"What is he doing here?" Jiang Yuenian asked.

It happened to be the employee who interviewed Gu Donglin yesterday, and explained: "He is a new employee in the studio."

Jiang Yuenian said naturally, "Oh, okay, then I'll apply for the job too."

Interviewer: Is your current president sick?

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-2615:43:15~2022-07-2714:26:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!