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

Chapter 53

During the live broadcast for several days, the big brother did not come to the live broadcast room.

I don't know if he was angry with Meng Jiao, or if he really disconnected from the Internet.

Internet love is so illusory, Meng Jiao can only offer blessings to this eldest brother from afar.

Turning around, he got busy with his own business.

While writing domestic papers, he prepared his portfolio and looked for the next school.

After a year of Woori, he discovered that he is a person who has no adventurous spirit and pursuit, and he still has to find something to do for himself so as not to feel bored.

After completing the mural on the exterior wall for the client who contacted him through Norman, he booked a plane ticket back home.

In fact, he didn't stay in City A for long, but when the plane landed, he had a wonderful feeling of returning to his hometown.

"Bao, I miss you so much." Tu Ge, who had been waiting early, rushed to Meng Jiao at the first moment, with tears streaming down her face, and the little bird buried herself in Meng Jiao's arms.

Meng Jiao intimately let him hug him for a minute and then pushed him away: "It's alright, any more drama will be over."

Tu Ge raised his head reluctantly, looked Meng Jiao up and down: "Bao, you look so radiant."

After eating and sleeping every day, Meng Jiao's cheeks grew a little flesh, and his skin became plump, which broke the sharpness of the face, and together with the fleshy lips, gave the whole person a bit of a delicate taste.

"You're having a great time, in stark contrast to some people." Tu Ge commented.

Meng Jiao hurriedly carried the luggage and asked, "Who is it?"

Tu Ge kept silent, and then said, "Just those unspeakable men, it shows that Feng Shui in City A doesn't support people very much."

Meng Jiao didn't take it seriously, and said "Oh".

"Where do you live now?" Tu Ge put on his seat belt, he came here to be Meng Jiao's driver.

"I haven't decided yet, let's stay in a hotel first." Meng Jiao felt that he couldn't stay for a few days, and he didn't even bother to look for a house. He planned to see the follow-up schedule. The apartment was cleaned out.

He got into Tu Ge's car, reported the name of the hotel, took a brief shower, put on his hat and went to find Meng Zhenhua.

Meng Zhenhua used to like a guy who ran around, but now he honestly goes to work for meetings every day.

Meng Jiao was particularly moved, dragged the chair, and held his smiling face like a flower in his palm: "Old Meng, the boss is here to express his condolences to you."

Meng Zhenhua was so owed that he wanted to throw the document in Meng Jiao's face.

Meng Jiao raised a smiling face and blinked her eyelashes.

Meng Zhenhua's straight lips slowly relaxed and raised a slight arc.

After all, counting down the days, they haven't seen each other for more than a year.

Meng Zhenhua put down the pen, looked at Meng Jiao carefully, and wanted to imitate the sad sigh in the TV series, but found that he couldn't say anything, so he could only sigh quietly: "It's grown."

Meng Jiao laughed out loud.

"When can you rest?" Meng Jiao asked.

"Hurry up, who told you that you don't know anything." Meng Zhenhua replied, "I have to work hard when I'm old."

"I can't help it, I'm a born artist. People can't make money beyond what I know, but I can ask my good grandpa to help me make money beyond what I know." Meng Jiao propped up his elbows, put his fingertips on his head, and was in a particularly good mood .

"There is a big change in the management. I have been looking for candidates for a while, but you don't have to worry about it. I can solve it myself." Meng Zhenhua briefly summarized the progress and asked, "You are so aboveboard, aren't you afraid that others will find out that you are back?"

Meng Jiao's attitude was lazy: "What are you afraid of? They knew I was not dead, and I didn't want to hide my name. I wanted to leave at that time because I was annoyed. Now that the adjustment is back, I will hit one if I come."

Meng Zhenhua nodded in satisfaction.

Meng Jiao stayed in Meng Zhenhua's office all afternoon, plugged in his headphones and continued to play the new secret room decryption game, making jokes with the people in the live broadcast room.

A few resident viewers asked: [Why haven't I seen the big brother for a few days? ]

[Cut off the Internet, everyone, don’t be addicted to the Internet, you should pay more attention to reality. ]

When Meng Jiao logged in, he took a special look to see that the big brother's profile picture was still gray.

Everyone shouted irony: [People who play games every day say such things, it’s too fake]

[That's because someone helped me pay attention to my reality, and the online world still needs my development] Meng Jiao chatted nonchalantly.

Lawless, and no one can control him.

Meng Zhenhua, who was concentrating on his work, couldn't bear Meng Jiao's leisurely manner, so he drove him out: "There is an art exhibition under the company, you can go shopping, and after shopping, go find your friends for dinner, don't bother me anymore."

Out of the virtue of respecting the elderly, Meng Jiao put away his cell phone and pressed the elevator down.

A corner of the first floor of the office building was rented as a venue for art exhibitions. Meng Jiao went to no less than a hundred art exhibitions this year. In fact, he didn't have much interest. The main reason was to avoid the old man's dislike.

At the end of the shopping, Meng Jiao made an appointment with Tu Ge to eat, and turned to leave.

Several people in suits walked towards Meng Jiao. The leader had longer hair, a smoky gray suit, and jet-black pupils, sweeping across Meng Jiao lightly.

The moment when that gaze rested on Meng Jiao's body seemed to be deliberately elongated because of the artificial minute-by-minute cutting, so that Meng Jiao could clearly distinguish the unadulterated, silent content without any emotion.

Then move away.

Pass by.

The scenery passing by like a car leaves blurred color blocks in the line of sight, and there is a noisy vibration of the heart rumbling like an engine.

Sui Qing, who was half a step behind him, first widened his eyes, and then his face contorted, as if he had drunk a very bitter Chinese medicine. His eyes swept across the back of the man in front of him and then fell back on Meng Jiao. separated.It was the first time for a person who had always been calm to show such joy.

Seeing Sui Qing like this, the group of people who followed also looked over curiously, their postures were also particularly distorted, attracting onlookers to watch.

Meng Jiao slightly raised his eyebrows, meeting Sui Qing's eyes.

Sui Qing was so frightened that she turned her head immediately.

A thin layer of sweat broke out in the palm of his hand at some point, Meng Jiao turned his palm over to let the air quickly evaporate the damp feeling, and lowered his head to send a message to Tu Ge:

[go straight to the bar]

"What's the matter? Are you drinking away your worries?" Tu Ge asked.

Since sitting here, Meng Jiao had clinked glasses with him several times, but he didn't talk much.

Meng Jiao picked up the wine glass: "I am not drunk, alcohol has no effect."

"I didn't deny the word worry, it seems to be real worry." Tu Ge analyzed with his professionalism, "You obviously went to see your grandfather, who did you meet?"

It's not that Meng Jiao didn't have a long mouth, and planned to say Jiang Yuenian's name.

As a result, Tu Ge slapped his thigh: "It doesn't matter who you meet! Let me solve your problems!"

Then ordered a few male models.

Meng Jiao: ...

Several tall and handsome male models quickly stood in front of them, and Tu Ge warmly greeted them: "Hi, let me see your abs, okay?"

Those male models lifted up their clothes generously: "You can still touch them."

Tu Ge cast a wink, and he touched it several times.

"Would you like to try Jiaojiao?" Tu Ge warmly invited.

Meng Jiao politely refused: "Just make yourself happy."

He has one himself, and he has touched one that feels better, but he is not interested in it anymore.

Tu Ge didn't care about Meng Jiao's rejection.

"Do you have a date? You won't be afraid of his anger if you do this." Meng Jiao asked while leaning on the leather sofa.

According to his observation, Sui Qing's jealousy is probably quite high.Tu Ge complained before when he pursued Sui Qing, but now that the two have confirmed their relationship, Sui Qing may take more care.

"Oh, I love freedom, it's okay to just touch it, don't tell him." Tu Ge said cheerfully.

Meng Jiao shrugged, signaling him to rest assured that no matter what, Meng Jiao would stand by his side.

Several male models knew that Meng Jiao was not interested in them with winks, so they took the initiative to sit beside Tu Ge.

Only one of them sat down next to Meng Jiao, a sunny and sporty man with a shy smile, and asked nervously, "Can I have a drink with you?"

Meng Jiao raised his glass and bumped it against his.

Although he obeyed his words, his alienation and lack of interest can be seen from his expression.

"What's your name?" The other party asked.

"Meng Jiao." Although he replied indifferently, the immersion in the wine made his vocal cords unknowingly muffled.

As soon as Tu Ge scanned here, he knew that he was another "victim" who hoped to fall on Meng Jiao's body.

The boy racked his brains to find a topic: "You drank so much, won't you get drunk?"

"I drink a lot." Meng Jiao replied, his thoughts flashed unconsciously to how he used to pretend to be drunk and deceive others.

"Then can you have a few more drinks with me?" The boy thought he had found a topic, so he could talk more while clinking glasses.

Meng Jiao replied, "Okay."

After Tu Ge finished gossiping with the two male models next to him, he found that the boy next to Meng Jiao was so drunk that he couldn't speak very well, so Meng Jiao nodded to them.

"Thank you for your hard work. Take him away and have a good rest. I will give you a tip later." Meng Jiao told them.

They are all mixed people, knowing that although they are coaxing Tu Ge, the main talker is still Meng Jiao, they stopped entanglement, and took the drunk boy to say goodbye to them.

Seeing that boy's eyes were still glued to Meng Jiao's body before being dragged away, Tu Ge sighed in admiration.

"Jiaojiao..." He called Meng Jiao's name.

There was a thin layer of red on Meng Jiao's face, he turned his head and asked him, "How was Jiang Yuenian this year?"

It doesn't matter if everyone doesn't have a long mouth.

He has his own mouth and can ask.

Tu Ge was surprised: "You... why did you take the initiative to mention Jiang Yue Nian?"

"Why can't it be mentioned?" Meng Jiao was puzzled.

And he was also curious, Tu Ge often talked about Gu Donglin, Jiang Yuenian and Meng Chu in front of him, but he never mentioned Jiang Yuenian.

Tu Ge thought he was very enlightened, and said in surprise, "Isn't a creature like an ex-boyfriend usually dead by default?"

Meng Jiao: ...

"I haven't made an official announcement with him, and he hasn't confessed seriously, not counting as an ex-boyfriend, let alone breaking up."

"Ah? Then wouldn't it be worth mentioning?" Tu Ge subconsciously reasoned out the logic.

Meng Jiao was silent, and immediately changed to a hippie smiling face, and drew out his tone strangely: "Jiaojiao has moved everyone's heart."

What a rare opportunity to tease Meng Jiao emotionally, he has to hurry up and tease him a few more times.

But he was still reliable, he didn't take the topic too far, and answered Meng Jiao's question:

"After you left, he rested for a period of time, and then stopped interacting with us. However, I heard from the chatting of the dandies around him that he and your grandfather joined forces to punish Meng Jinyan and Meng Yunjie. By the way, he stepped on a few Take care of the family's business."

Meng Jiao had heard all these things before, and he focused on one important point: "What are you resting for?"

"I don't know, but it's okay to take a break after experiencing the fire. After all, I panicked for several days before I passed the scene." Tu Ge replied.

Meng Jiao frowned: "Fire?"

Tu Ge moistened his throat with wine: "That's right, it's the fire you set yourself on. He ran in and out, and got hurt a little."

Meng Jiao put down his glass: "What is he doing running in? Why did he come to my house on a good day?"

Jiang Yuenian was in a cold war with him during that time, and he didn't reply to the news, so he ran to his house for no reason.

"Then I don't know." Tu Ge thought, "Maybe it's your birthday that day."

"Ah?" Meng Jiao never thought about this reason.

Getting dizzy with anger, forgetting the day, and remembering that all the things written by the old Huang Li that day were inappropriate.

No wonder he felt strange when he heard that Gu Donglin and Meng Jinyan also went to his house that day, how could these two people seem to have an appointment.However, the conclusion that was drawn carelessly was that God wanted to frighten them, but Jiang Yuenian was unexpectedly frightened.

Bad thing.

In a sense, it is really not appropriate.

"You didn't know. I thought you were good. How to use the knife to achieve the best results." Tu Ge couldn't laugh or cry.

Meng Jiao pondered and tapped his forehead with his fingertips.

"Then are you going to get back together with Jiang Yuenian now?" Tu Ge's eyes were full of melons.

Meng Jiao thought about it for a moment. He didn't feel it when he was drinking, but when it was time to use his brain, his brain started to go on strike, and he couldn't turn around. But he followed the beating of his heart and said, "Yes."

Tu Ge can't wait to order a plate of melon seeds and start nibbling immediately.

Meng Jiao didn't give him a chance, stood up, and didn't continue to make any declaration of affection: "I'm going back to the hotel, and you drank too, ask Sui Qing to pick you up."

Tu Ge pouted: "I can go back by myself."

"Is this something out of order?" Meng Jiao understood, "That's fine, I'll call you a substitute driver."

Tu Ge waved his hand: "I can do it myself, don't worry, I'll report to the head office for your safety when I get home, and I'll have another drink."

After confirming that Tu Ge looked clear, Meng Jiao picked up his phone and left first.

It was a long way out from the entrance of the bar, walking on the side of the road, Meng Jiao's pace became slower and slower, and gradually stopped under a streetlight, swiped open the phone screen and tapped a few times.

As soon as the evening wind blew, the smell of alcohol on Meng Jiao's body dissipated a lot, but he didn't plan to hang up the phone call.

After the broadcast, Meng Jiao started counting, and he didn't know how many calls Jiang Yuenian would pick up.

Or maybe Jiang Yuenian blocked him directly.

It takes a total of 56 seconds from broadcast to hang up.

When Meng Jiao counted to 54 seconds, he felt that the touch screen of the mobile phone had changed, and lightly vibrated his eardrums.

The sound of cicadas and wind blowing leaves is in the left ear, and the sound of Jiang Yuenian's quiet breathing is in the right ear.

Meng Jiao didn't think about getting through, and didn't know what to say for a while, the words twirled around slightly on the side of his tongue, and finally asked:

"Does your wound still hurt?"

The author says:

Jiang Niannian: woo woo woo wife, why did you poke my wound again, it hurts to death, wife

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