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

Chapter 55

Sui Qingfeng calmly returned to his seat in the office, and asked Tu Ge for a credit in the middle, expressing that he abandoned the dark and turned to the bright.

Tu Ge sent a series of greetings:

[Jiaojiao is really looking for Jiang Yuenian? ]

[Jiang Yuenian didn't agree immediately? ]

[How unreasonable! ]

Sui Qing quickly comforted him:

[I don't think it's too far from a promise]

In order to make his boyfriend happy, he even proposed wickedly:

[We can bet how long it will take them to reconcile]

Although he is wicked, he doesn't care about it. He must make up for the mental torture he suffered from the two to comfort his frightened mind.

Tu Ge: [Huh?Isn't that bad?I bet it's a week. ]

[I bet a month]

The wicked young couple began to discuss what the bet should be.

On the inside line, Jiang Yuenian is still asking: [Why do you say it's over?]

Tu Ge is perfunctory: [Meng Jiao is going to be serious this time, I feel like you are going to die, it's just an overly intense tone of voice]

Jiang Yuenian returned a string of ellipses in the Sui and Qing Dynasties.

……

Recently, everyone in the company is very enthusiastic about clocking in at work.

It is to observe the emotional development of the boss and the artist for the first time.

It is said that the artist is romantic, Meng Jiao squats at the door of the company every day, holding a bouquet of flowers, the flowers take advantage of the beauty, and this beauty is very aesthetic, the color of the clothes she wears matches the bouquet.

Van Gogh's blue, Monet's purple, Changyu's pink, some too ostentatious and special colors are very harmonious on his body.

Everyone looks forward to Meng Jiao's fashion show every day like watching Miracle xx, and Meng Jiao greets them with a smile after meeting Meng Jiao.

Today, Meng Jiao also followed Jiang Yuenian into the company, with a sweet voice: "The bouquet of flowers in the trash can under your company looks like the one I gave you yesterday. Does the baby not like daisies? Then I will give you tulips today, okay?" "

[Did you hear that!It has grown to be called a baby!The next step is the baby will be born (bushi)]

[I heard that the gift today is tulips, the company is going to become a garden, is Mr. Jiang the legendary garden baby]

[I, Makabaka, want to go up and meet Jiang Boss]

[I want to be laughed to death by Xiao Meng, where did I copy this line, Mr. Jiang has never thrown flowers before]

Sui Qing secretly poked and added:

[More than just throwing them away, it is reasonable to suspect that Mr. Jiang will dig a hole and set up a tombstone to bury those flowers properly after they wither]

Everyone praised Sui Qing one after another:

[Special assistant Sui is also a good hand at complaining! ]

When it's time to work, everyone closes the page and starts working.

Jiang Yuenian also turned to face Meng Jiao who was in the office, with a faint blush on the tips of his ears, took a deep breath, and said, "I didn't throw it away, I don't know what happened to the trash can."

"Ah?" It was rare that Jiang Yuenian was willing to talk to him. Meng Jiao didn't realize it for a moment, and said "hmm" to Jiang Yuenian's quiet gaze.

Comrade Sui Qing, an insider, reported that Jiang Yuenian brought those flowers home every day, and Meng Jiao knew it.

He just remembered Jiang Yuenian's green tea quotations from before, and he wanted to use it after the benchmarking.

I didn't expect the effect to be so good, Jiang Yuenian was willing to talk to him even if he was afraid of misunderstanding, and he wanted to use it more.

"I don't believe it, please explain to me a little more." Meng Jiao raised his eyebrows lightly.

Jiang Yuenian knew that the other party was joking when he saw his appearance, so he quickly restrained his expression, leaving Meng Jiao with a bowed silhouette composed of sharp eyebrows, high nose bridge and light pink lips.

Alas, I can't make fun of it yet.

Meng Jiao sighed: "Go to work, tomorrow is a rest day, can I have dinner with you?"

Jiang Yuenian rubbed the paper with his hand flipping through the documents, and replied, "Look at the arrangement."

"I hope the arrangement will save me some face." Meng Jiao sighed deeply again.

Jiang Yuenian raised his eyes, as if he wanted to analyze the reason for Meng Jiao's sigh from Meng Jiao's expression, but he was immediately caught by Meng Jiao and hurriedly looked away.

Meng Jiao pursed her lips to prevent herself from smiling because she was so cute.This may make Jiang Yuenian angry.

"I'll contact you tomorrow, bye." Meng Jiao said, and immediately changed the phrase, very ceremonial, "Goodbye."

Saying hello and goodbye every day, life seems to be full of longing and anticipation.

The thin red on Jiang Yuenian's ears has only now faded away, and he realized that he had drawn many moons on the white paper.

After sending flowers to Jiang Yuenian every morning, it was Meng Jiao's free time to arrange.

He usually spends an afternoon in a coffee shop near the company, drawing sketches with a pen and paper in front of the street scene.When the sun is a little bit lower and less blushing, he will sit on a bench in an open park by the side of the road and quietly observe the passers-by.

He never tires of this kind of repetition, it's better than staying at home and not being popular all the time.

When there is no special creative pressure, he still likes to go out and treat the lively background sound as white noise.

After finishing the last stroke, Meng Jiao closed the sketchbook.

The warm yellow sunlight turned the color of his pupils into a warm and transparent brown, and his fine black hair fluttered in the wind, revealing his smooth forehead. People passing by couldn't help slowing down because of the tranquility.

Meng Jiao looked like a lazy cat basking in the sun with its belly exposed, narrowed its eyes slightly, and made a call: "You've been seeing me for a long time, what's the matter?"

The other party was so startled that he hung up immediately.

One minute later, Gu Donglin ran out of the coffee shop across the street from the bench, and stood in front of Meng Jiao, with his hands clasped on both sides of his thighs, honestly as if he was being punished.

"I'm sorry, I didn't follow you on purpose, I, I just..." He faltered and couldn't speak, stuttered for a long time and his eyes slowly turned red for no reason.

No matter how you explain it, it seems to be his fault.

"When did you find out?" Meng Jiao raised his chin and asked.

Gu Donglin seemed to have lost his soul, and replied mechanically: "The day before yesterday, around a studio."

Meng Jiao has been to both the art gallery and the art museum in city A. He just passed by there that day to go to the next flower shop to order the flowers to be delivered tomorrow, but he was bumped into by Gu Donglin who was sitting by the French window facing the drawing board helplessly.

The light from the sky fell on Meng Jiao's side face, flickering delicate and moving shadows.

Gu Donglin's paintbrush fell to the ground with a thud, and Gululu rolled around a few times before rolling back to his feet.He should have bent down to pick it up, but his eyes were almost greedy to engrave that figure in his mind.

After Meng Jiao walked out of the range of his eyes, the frenzy receded like a tide, and instead, the blood in his whole body stagnated, and then trembling started from between his fingers, and he crouched down and touched his feet. I have a paintbrush, but my hands are shaking so much that I have no strength to pick it up.

Meng Jiao is back.

This is not a dream.

But even in reality, he can't do anything.

Meng Jiao left the city because he hated them, and if he bothered Meng Jiao again, he would only cause trouble to Meng Jiao again.

He can't appear in front of Meng Jiao, but like a junkie, he secretly looks at Meng Jiao many times in private, and like a thief, he uses the stolen fragments to reminisce in his dreams.

Unexpectedly, Meng Jiao noticed his peeping.

Now Meng Jiao was standing in front of him, his heart was beating heavy and fast, and the pain of guilt and missing made him dare not look at Meng Jiao.

Meng Jiao was fine.

After more than a year of spiritual purification, he has now transcended to a certain level, and once again returned to a mental state that is invulnerable to all poisons, he will not feel unhappy when he meets Gu Donglin.

And when he chose to leave, Gu Donglin was one of the reasons, not the main reason.

Although this one was annoying, it wasn't the most annoying in his mind.

So Meng Jiao can ask in a chatty tone: "Why do you go to the studio?"

Gu Donglin is like a pre-programmed robot, answering every question, but stuttering: "I signed up for a class to learn painting."

An act of killing time is also a way of remembering Meng Jiao.

However, Gu Donglin's skills are not highlighted in the painting. The things he draws are shocking and weeping ghosts and gods. The children studying in the same studio are all better at painting than him, and he has to suffer ridicule from elementary school students.

"I just want to be able to draw a portrait of you, so I won't learn." Gu Donglin confessed.

However, according to the progress, it seems that this requirement is very difficult to meet.

Comparing his heart with his heart, he finally understood how inhuman it was to force Meng Jiao to learn piano.

He shared his messy feelings with Meng Jiao.

Meng Jiao punctured his sensibility: "It's not that painful. After all, my job duties were at that time. You paid for learning the piano back then."

Gu Donglin was at a loss for words.

I haven't spent money for a long time, and I forgot that the scenery of spending money like water has passed away.

He gave a low "oh".

In silence, he put his trembling hands behind his back.

"Okay." Meng Jiao issued the order to drive away the guests, "Have you seen enough? You can go."

Gu Donglin's joy because of Meng Jiao's peaceful attitude just now was extinguished instantly.

"Don't follow me deliberately. I called you here to make it clear that there will be no next time, so as not to waste the public resources of the police station." Meng Jiao's face was naturally calm.

Gu Donglin smiled wryly, it really is Meng Jiao's style.

drop.

There is no need for Gu Donglin to carefully consider how to say goodbye decently.

A few steps away a horn sounded.

Meng Jiao followed the prestige, stood up holding the sketchbook, and trotted towards the car.

The wind poured slightly into Meng Jiao's collar from the collar, and the butterfly on the back of the bulging shirt swayed accordingly, as if it was about to break free and fly away.

Through the rolled down car window, Gu Donglin saw Jiang Yuenian in the driver's seat.

Is the year of Jiang Yue the reason for Meng Jiao's return?

Naturally, Meng Jiao opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot's seat, opening his mouth to talk wildly: "I can see you twice a day, thank God for making me earn it."

Jiang Yuenian said indifferently: "Passing by and found someone blocking the way, so I honked the horn. I didn't expect it to be you."

He paused, expressionless: "You had a good chat with him, did you bother you?"

"When did Mr. Jiang go to study?" Meng Jiao turned his head slightly and looked up at Jiang Yuenian's cold eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, "The study of yin and yang."

In the past, Jiang Yuenian would not have said the same thing so coldly, but changed it into another tone of compromising, and it became the learning of making tea.

Jiang Yuenian did not respond.

"Since it's such a coincidence, it's dinner time anyway. Would you like to have a meal together?" Meng Jiao suggested, "If you don't want to eat, send me back to the hotel, and I'll order some takeaway."

Sure enough, Jiang Yuenian couldn't accept his carefree life attitude of not treating his body well, so he silently turned the steering wheel and headed to a restaurant.

There was only the sound of metal knives and forks colliding and slight chewing, neither of them spoke.

Eating is eating.

There wasn't any extended conversation, banter or anything.

Meng Jiao lowered his head and finished the last bite of steak before asking, "Can I go to the roadside stall next time, I want to eat crayfish."

He didn't like the far-distance tables in this store, and he had to lower his voice when he spoke, as if practicing his listening skills.

I don't know if Jiang Yuenian didn't hear it, or pretended not to hear it, he was chewing slowly with his head down, and didn't answer him.

Jiang Yuenian's eating was very elegant, giving off a sense of luxury, and Meng Jiao looked at him with his chin and thought it looked good.

After the meal was over, Meng Jiao smiled and said, "I'll pay for it."

Jiang Yuenian glanced at him, and silently handed out the card.

Alas, falling in love with a man without a mouth is bound to be an injury.

He suspected that when Jiang Yuenian chased him before, he might have finished what he had to say in this life, and that's why he was like this now.

Meng Jiao was still feeling emotional after returning to the hotel, and after hanging up the live broadcast room, he chatted with online water friends:

[What if the person I like doesn't talk to me]

Reply below:

[The anchor actually has someone he likes!That person doesn’t like to talk or he doesn’t like to talk to you, if it’s the latter who persuades you to quit in disguise]

[There is no one in the world who doesn't like talking, only people who don't like you]

[Oh, don’t hit the anchor like that, maybe he’s just not good at words. Come on, anchor, my boyfriend is also useless. After I chased him, he became a different person]

[It's good to just do it without talking]

[Forgive me before, I want to be crooked]

After brushing for a long time, I felt everyone's kindness, but there was no substantive suggestion. Meng Jiao sighed and pressed the jump button to jump over the trap set by the game.

Someone knocked on the door of the room and knocked twice.

"Who?" Meng Jiao got up.

The voice outside the door was polite: "Hello, your takeaway."

"Ah?" Meng Jiao was surprised, "I didn't order takeaway."

The other party glanced at the order: "Someone ordered the crayfish for you."

Meng Jiao originally became wary and took this as a scam, but changed his mind after hearing about Crayfish.

"Thank you."

He opened the door and took it.

What a crawfish.

He and Jiang Yuenian only mentioned crayfish during meals.

He happily held the basin and left a message to the people in the live broadcast room:

[I went to eat crayfish, download the broadcast, and decide whether to broadcast or not after eating to see how I feel]

After eating and drinking, he washed his hands and took a photo of Jiang Yuenian.

PS: [Nobody peeled it off for me, my hands are hot red, it hurts so much, it hurts to death]

[Wow cry.gif]

The photo was a bit blurry when I took it casually, and the end of the fingertip was extremely bloody, as beautiful as a work of art.

After sending Meng Jiao a short while, before Jiang Yuenian could reply, he returned to the chair again.

When Jiang Yuenian boarded the account of "user xxxx", Meng Jiao was playing a management game.

You can sell barbecue and the like, but Meng Jiao only sells crayfish.

Krypton Gold developed all the recipes.

Spicy, garlic, and thirteen spices.

When they were sold out, they went fishing in the river by themselves.

A group of question marks flashed in the message area.

[The host drifted away after eating the crayfish takeaway, from stimulating the battlefield to sims, what happened]

[Maybe what you eat is not takeaway, but love]

[Through the screen, I can smell the smell of crayfish and the sour smell of falling in love]

[There are crayfish in the river of love, I think the anchor catches crayfish every time, the technique is absolutely perfect]

Jiang Yuenian pursed his lips, but finally he couldn't hold back his laughter.

The author says:

I saw everyone's comments, let me tell you what I wrote

First of all, Gong set it up here. I have done nothing wrong. Getting along with Shou is the relationship between young couples. Previously, Shou Zai’s position in this relationship was unclear, but now he will take the initiative after recognizing his own heart. Attack, I think this is in line with the human design.Later, I will write that after Gong finds out that it was a misunderstanding, the situation of the two of them will be reversed again.

Regarding whether the attitude of attacking and avoiding is broken, my understanding is that he was included in the things he experienced before that made him feel that he was about to leave, so he still has not changed from this thinking pattern, thinking that he is obeying and staying away from the mind

I haven't updated the content of the other two people yet, but I have been writing in this regard that I will not forgive them

Everyone said that the copywriting is fraudulent. I really want to apologize to everyone. The copywriting didn’t make it clear that I only set the content of the crematorium to be related to the other two. At that time, I read the tip and wrote "Gong is the year of Jiang Yue, and the other two are scumbags. "Crematorium" I took it for granted and did not explain further. I will add demining later. I am really really sorry for bringing you a bad reading experience. I am sorry for everyone who has been following the update. Thank you on 2022-07-2316: During the period of 24:42~2022-07-2417 12:21:[-], the little angel who voted for the overlord or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: just be quiet, one mantra bleat one mountain river;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of getting rich in secret; 4 bottles of Luohu; 29920026, 1 bottle of xyswnpy;

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