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

Chapter 42

"It's nothing." Without waiting for Meng Jiao to answer, Gu Donglin said, "I heard wrong."

Meng Jiao seemed to ignore his two extra words, and just continued: "If you don't look for him for five days, he will come to you. If he asks you what happened, you can just say that you are at work on weekdays." gone."

As for the reason, he wouldn't explain it, if he explained a few more words, Gu Donglin might even blame him for obscuring the image of black and white moonlight.

"Oh." Gu Donglin obediently responded.

It seemed that there was no reason to continue talking. The re-established relationship between him and Meng Jiao was based on limited emotional communication. He said dryly: "That won't bother you, good night."

"Good night." Meng Jiao's voice was soft.

When the phone is hung up, the call page pauses for one second and returns to the main screen automatically.

Meng Jiao turned his head and looked directly at Jiang Yuenian's face. Before he met his gaze, Jiang Yuenian covered all his senses with a kiss, robbing his breath.

When it stopped again, Meng Jiao's beautiful eyes looked at him threateningly, and with the sound of undulating breathing, the water was full of light, and the room where only the moonlight came in was like a small piece of ripples.

"Don't be mean to me." Jiang Yuenian hugged him, "I feel aggrieved when someone disturbs me."

Meng Jiao gave a gentle push, but didn't push, and was quite comfortable nestling in Jiang Yuenian's arms, so he didn't have any attachments.

"His timing is quite accurate, you should thank him."

When Gu Donglin called, for the first time, Jiang Yuenian's forbearance showed an expression of annoyance, with a kind of childishness like a little boy, which made Meng Jiao want to laugh.I still remember it now, and slowly overflowed with a little smile.

There is no atmosphere.

"Thank him for what?" His body was hot, but Jiang Yuenian's voice was cold.

There is nothing to thank for the culprit who destroys the atmosphere and destroys the harmonious life.

"Well, I didn't call later." Meng Jiao answered after thinking.

Jiang Yuenian's voice became very pitiful. He hugged Meng Jiao like a doll bear he liked very much, and put his chin on Meng Jiao's shoulder: "Will you still pick it up at that time?"

Meng Jiao said seriously: "Making money is more important, maybe?"

Of course, he also felt that he would not answer, and would call back to scold Gu Donglin afterwards, but this situation did not happen, so this assumption is not valid.

"Did you sign another agreement with him?" Jiang Yuenian asked tentatively, fearing that Meng Jiao would get angry, he quickly added, "I guessed it, and I also guessed the previous one."

"Quite smart." Meng Jiao said perfunctorily.

It's not surprising that the other party knew, after all, Meng Jiao didn't deliberately hide anything.

From the conversation just now, Meng Jiao could also be heard teaching Gu Donglin how to do it. Anyone with a brain can guess the general idea after listening to a few words.

Jiang Yuenian's kiss fell again, the hair, the side of the cheek, and the small mole under the eyes, which may be light or heavy, said vaguely: "Then earn his money and support me."

Meng Jiao's first reaction was to laugh, but after turning around a little, he found that Jiang Yuenian's eyes were full of smiles, and he snorted, "Why do you have the nerve to say that?"

"I'm different from him. He was born in a good family. No matter how hard I try, I can't reach his height."

Meng Jiao's waist is very slender, his palm can be covered with one hand, and his abdomen has a firm line. He brushed it very lightly, as if there was nothing, and then slowly poked down: "Oh, I don't want to work hard anymore."

But Meng Jiao saw that he was working hard now.

At the end, Meng Jiao was exhausted, and vaguely felt that Jiang Yuenian helped him clean up, hugged him back on the bed, and coaxed him to drive away the last bit of sobriety.

Before sleepiness took over his brain, he heard Jiang Yuenian asking in his ear:

"I'll work hard, can you let me support you?"

The curtains of the house are drawn tightly all year round, and it is also dark during the day, with only a small gap at the bay window of the room that is not closed, and the sunlight stubbornly penetrates in to wake up the people who sleep late on the bed.

Meng Jiao got up hugging the quilt, the air conditioner was adjusted to neither cold nor hot temperature, and there was a ready breakfast on the table.

A certain Mr. Snail is a very smart Mr. Mr. Snail, testing the bottom line everywhere, keeping a sense of proportion everywhere, but invisibly intruding into life.

Boil frogs in warm water.

But a certain frog prince didn't notice it. After eating, he took out his mobile phone and started calling friends to arrange his schedule.

Today is Norman's last day in City A, and Meng Jiao accompanied him to an art auction.

One of the ways Norman achieved wealth appreciation in the early years was to buy art as an investment. He is not so enthusiastic now, but he still has the habit of buying.However, this auction is not so utilitarian, it just allows us to spend more time with Meng Jiao.

He believes that it is difficult for anyone not to like and appreciate a genius who is extremely professional and can talk to other people's hearts, and has a Narcissus-like face.

There were many people who wanted to have a relationship with him, but he still chose Meng Jiao.

Narcissus was wearing a gray-blue shirt with low saturation, the collar and sleeves were loosely buttoned with the last button unfastened, his exposed arm rested on the side of the table, his eyes Lazily staring at the sculpture on the table, the light from the dome is as soft and transparent as amber, as if to wrap this beauty up.

"Where are you going at the next stop?" the beauty raised her eyes and asked, as if walking out of the painting.

"Stay in Huaguo for a while, and go to other cities for a while. City D is nice, and there is an endless wilderness. I plan to take a look." Norman replied, and made a suggestion by the way, "Inspiration is always in the journey. If you get the chance, you can try it too.”

He could feel that Meng Jiao's emptiness contained somewhat intertwined thoughts, all of whom were experienced, and he was also in the same difficulty when he was trapped in the paintbrush before.But it is a pity that others are powerless, only oneself can come out.

Not wanting the young man to have a sad face when he went out, Norman changed the subject: "Is there anything you like?"

"I'm very interested in the picture of the willow bird, so I took it if I could." Meng Jiao browsed through the introduction of the exhibits.He also planned to buy a single copy of Song Tuo and put it in Meng Zhenhua's home.

Although the house is empty, it is necessary to decorate the facade for the old man.

He asked back, "Do you have any?"

Norman said a picture of ink bamboo.

Meng Jiao nodded: "Okay, I'll take a picture of it for you."

Before Norman could refuse, he said with a smile: "You helped me take pictures of those foreign collections, of course I have to thank you."

After having spare money on hand, Meng Jiao also entered the art market, but sometimes it was inconvenient to be in the country, thanks to Norman's help.

However, today's process did not seem to be going smoothly. First, the picture of the willow bird and the isolated copy exceeded 200 million respectively. Meng Jiao no longer wanted to ask for a price, so he accepted it with a calm expression.

Norman glanced at the young man who was photographed from a distance, in a light gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses, and smiled at them.

"The ink bamboo I was talking about later, my estimate in my heart is 300 million. If it exceeds, it will be meaningless, my dear." Norman said to Meng Jiao, he was afraid that Meng Jiao must take it because it was given to him. , and finally give a price that exceeds expectations, which will lose the meaning of buying for him.

Sure enough, the last ink bamboo painting was still not photographed by them, but flowed into the hands of the same young man.

And the young man walked straight to them after finishing.

Norman knew the elegant meaning by hearing the string song. He thought he was a competitor or an enemy at first, but now he looked at this: "Your admirer?"

Not long after entering the store, Meng Jiao saw Meng Jinyan.Compared with Gu Donglin, who recently became a netizen, Meng Jinyan appeared more frequently in his life, but he never thought that Meng Jinyan would like the works he wanted.

Before Meng Jiao could answer, Meng Jinyan nodded generously after standing beside them, acknowledging his identity as an admirer.Immediately afterwards, he looked at Meng Jiao and opened his mouth, as if to observe whether Meng Jiao felt unhappy because of the episode just now: "A Jiao, this is for you."

The person who was given the gift was very proud, raised his eyebrows, but still said thank you gently on the surface, turned his head and said to Norman: "Borrowing flowers to present Buddha, do you know what this idiom means?"

"Because of your honor, I will accept it." Norman said cheerfully, "Thank you too."

We are not people who are short of money, so we don't deliberately come and go, and it doesn't involve any human relations, so Norman accepted it without any burden.

"Well, it's my pleasure." Meng Jinyan nodded with a smile.

To Norman's surprise, Meng Jinyan is not a person in this field, but he is no stranger to this area. He can also express some opinions on the issue during the small talk, and the speech is not childish and embarrassing.

He is an ambitious young man who is willing to work hard.

Initial impressions are indeed a plus.

But it's useless for him to add points, this is not his love life.

Zhiqu said that he would go back to the hotel to pack his luggage, so Norman said goodbye to them first, and told Meng Jiao to contact him online.

"Send you home?" Meng Jinyan asked.

Meng Jiao, the free driver, had no reason to refuse.

"Thank you cousin." He expressed his thanks symbolically.

Meng Jinyan rested his slender hand on the temperature control button of the air conditioner, and replied, "Don't call me cousin, we are not related by blood."

The meaning in it is also quite obvious, he doesn't want to be just Meng Jiao's cousin.

Meng Jiao replied neither soft nor hard: "I didn't hear that you want to break away from the Meng family?"

"If this is what you want..." Meng Jinyan took it.

"Stop it, I have no hope." Meng Jiao said, "I'm just stating a fact."

His voice was naturally soft with a soft ending, and it didn't seem embarrassing for him to separate the relationship very coldly.

"How is Meng Chu?" he asked.

Seemingly suspicious that Meng Jiao would mention Meng Chu's name, Meng Jinyan glanced at Meng Jiao's face through the rearview mirror, without any expression, and really just asked a simple question, but he couldn't figure out how to answer: " Pretty good, pretty much the same as before."

"That's fine." Meng Jiao nodded, "Where's Meng Yunjie?"

Meng Chu might have a few more words to say, but to Meng Yunjie, Meng Jinyan really had nothing to say, and just said flatly, "He's not dead yet."

"Keep going." Meng Jiao encouraged him.

If dislikes have priorities, what Meng Jiao hates the most is not Meng Chu, the first-level version, but Meng Yunjie, the number one barbecued pork. He has no conscience or shame, and his whole heart is completely black.

The harder the fight, the less time you have to come out to be a monster and disgusting people. For this reason, Meng Jiao placed high hopes on Meng Jinyan.

And according to the old man's brief introduction to him, Meng Jinyan's methods are indeed good. At least the shareholders have not heard the internal news of the Meng family, so the stock price of the Meng family company is very stable.

Meng Jin said, "Ajiao, I won't let them bother you again."

Meng Jinyan is a person who is very good at dormancy, and he can endure Meng Yunjie's violence since he was a child, just to stay in Meng's house and grab power.But for the first time since he was an adult, he couldn't wait anymore, because Meng Jiao sat on the blue chair in the corridor of the hospital that day, with pale and broken lips, and he brushed his hand away and told him, "You and I have never been different. people of one world".

If it weren't for the father and son, he might still be able to maintain a sweet dream.

From that day forward, the stinking wound they had deliberately concealed was exposed to the sun, and he had to find a way to goug it out.

A man's promise, just listen to it with your ears, there is no need to take it to your heart.

Meng Jiao let him go, and responded softly.

When he was about to reach the residence, Meng Jinyan had never been there before. When the headlights were looking at the road conditions, he asked, "Is there only one person living here?"

"Ah."

Meng Jiao's villa is backed by a mountain, and the houses are far apart.Because the nearby supporting shopping malls and other facilities have not been built for the time being, the people who bought the real estate have no plans to move in, which is equivalent to the feeling of Meng Jiao living alone in the deep mountains and old forests.

But it's okay, Meng Jiao just wanted a quiet creative environment, if he wanted to have fun, he would drive to play with his friends, and he never delayed anything.

"But I don't welcome guests very much." Meng Jiao blocked back what Meng Jinyan might say, showing willful rejection.

Meng Jinyan suppressed the rhetorical question "Do you welcome Jiang Yue Nian?"

There is no need to mention another person when you are alone.

Even if he was mad with jealousy.

"If there is a chance next time, can you invite me in for a cup of coffee?" He collected his thoughts.

Who doesn't know how to draw cakes.

Meng Jiao painted him the opposite way: "If news of Meng Yunjie's bad luck comes one day, I'd be happy to invite you to clink glasses."

There is a priority to hate, and Meng Jiao hates that middle-aged greasy man the most.

Meng Jin smiled: "Yes."

"Let's go." Meng Jiao jumped out of the car.

Just when a phone call came in, he picked it up and accelerated the pace of entering the room: "Well, you said I was listening."

Meng Jinyan pinched his temples, picked up his phone and left a message:

[Brother, are you home yet?I'm alone in the house and I'm scared]

[I want it back] Meng Jinyan replied.

Before they reached the old house, they saw the waiting figure. When they could see each other's outlines, Meng Chu called "Brother" and rushed up, looking up at Meng Jinyan obediently.

Meng Chu's body was covered with the humid and sweltering steam outside, and Meng Jinyan patted him on the back to signal him to go back together: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, it doesn't matter how long you wait." Meng Chu took a step behind Meng Jinyan, letting Meng Jinyan's shadow cover his shadow, creating an indescribable sense of security.

He looked up at the existence that had grown into a man one step away, and his broad back made him want to rely on it.

"Have you eaten yet?" Meng Jinyan asked.

"I've eaten." Meng Chu trotted forward and stood side by side with Meng Jinyan, "What did brother buy at the auction today?"

"It's just some calligraphy and painting." Meng Jinyan had no intention of elaborating.

"Oh." Meng Chu followed his steps to Meng Jinyan's study.

After Meng Zhenhua and Meng Jiao moved out, Chen Hongxin preferred to live in the company's staff dormitory, and the old house returned to the state where there were only three people left.

But some never come back.

Perhaps Meng Jinyan was concerned about the friendship he grew up with, and never had any conflicts with Meng Yunjie in front of Meng Chu.However, Meng Chu still understands from the face-to-face discussions of other people on the social media news, either avoiding him or gloating:

His home will never return to the warm and happy way it used to be.

Meng Chu was very confused, he didn't know what he should do to redeem himself.

And he couldn't even keep his own smooth career going.

Both his studies and his life were in a mess, which he had never experienced in his previous 20 years of life. He felt as if he was forced to come out of an ivory tower, but he could only stand there helpless.

"Xiao Chu, in fact, you also know that my father and I have a deep conflict, but I never want to involve you." A trace of gentle fatigue flashed across Meng Jinyan's face, "You can paint happily, everyone It can't shake your identity as a young master."

Meng Chu lowered his head, unable to see the emotion in his eyes clearly, and let out a muffled "um", as if restraining himself from crying.

He wanted more than the status of the young master, he wanted to be with Meng Jinyan, and to enjoy everyone's admiration and applause on the podium.

He sat on the sofa in the study, sinking into a small place, feeling that his whole body and mind were about to fall into the gentleness that Meng Jin couldn't ask for.

"Sorry." Meng Jinyan's cell phone rang, and after talking to Meng Chu, he walked to the seat by the window to chat without deliberately avoiding it.

The voice pierced into Meng Chu's ears uncontrollably, to the effect that it was related to the company's affairs.

"Well, the bid document is in my computer, and I will send it to you later."

After a brief 5 minutes, they ended the call. Meng Jinyan sat next to Meng Chu, picked up an orange on the fruit plate on the table and peeled it, the sour and refreshing taste splashed in the surrounding air.

It smells good.

But Meng Chu didn't like it, it reminded him of Meng Jiao.

He changed the subject and brought it up like this: "Is brother so busy? He still has to deal with affairs after get off work."

"Yeah." Meng Jinyan didn't seem to intend to hide it from him, "Grandpa handed over a project to me, and everyone in the team wanted to take it down, so they worked overtime."

Meng Chu said "Oh" and stopped asking.

Meng Jinyan is earnestly tearing off the white orange veins. His nose bridge is high, his lips are thin, and his fingers are long. He does everything with a serious and focused look.

Meng Chu stared blankly at him in a daze.

He remembered what Meng Yunjie had said to him.

In fact, Meng Yunjie also mentioned the cooperation project with Meng Zhenhua that Meng Jinyan talked about.

That day, Meng Yunjie came home exhausted. He was worried about Meng Yunjie's body and brewed a glass of honey water and handed it to him.

Meng Yunjie looked at the air in a daze for a long time, and when he recovered and found Meng Chu by his side, he sighed: "They are united to deal with me. The old man is not old and his brain is not good enough. He actually trusted an outsider in order to seize power. Xiao Chu, Dad only has You are gone, only the close relatives who are connected with father's blood."

Hearing Meng Yunjie swearing a lot, Meng Chu knew that outsiders were only referring to Meng Jinyan.

When he cried and hugged Meng Yunjie and didn't know whether to comfort him or himself, Meng Yunjie stroked his head and said, "He still has some feelings for you. If possible, can you help Dad find out about your brother's bidding? It's all about Meng Yunjie. No matter who gets the project, it will not have any impact on you, but Dad really needs this information now."

Although Meng Chu didn't understand the business, he was more or less aware that the quotations in the bidding documents were commercial secrets.

Meng Yunjie asked him to find a way to steal it out, clearly betraying Meng Jinyan.

Meng Chu bit his lip and didn't dare to speak. He heard Meng Yunjie continue to say, "You care about your brother, don't you care about your father? And Xiao Chu, think about it in another direction. Only when Dad regains the right to speak can he suppress your brother and let the two of you Otherwise, doesn’t your brother like Meng Jiao very much? Do you still have a chance?”

"Suppress your brother and let him return to my control. I will announce the news of your engagement right away."

Meng Chu burst into tears, and could only feel Meng Yunjie's ardent expectation.

He didn't say yes or no, Meng Yunjie finally didn't want to force him, so he sighed and stopped mentioning it.

But today it just happened to hit him right in front of him.

Meng Chu felt his heart shaking weakly.

As Meng Yunjie said: a great opportunity to own Meng Jinyan.

Meng Jinyan handed him the peeled orange.

He shook his head and refused in a low voice: "Brother, I have no appetite."

"Then go and rest." Meng Jinyan persuaded him without forcing.

"Okay." He stood up slowly like a wandering spirit. Before closing the door, he took a deep look at Meng Jinyan one last time, and asked for the computer on the desk.

Inexplicably, my heart beat like a drum.

……

The door locked with a "click".

Meng Jinyan raised his head, his eyes moved from the door of the room where Meng Chu left, and also landed on the dark gray computer on the wooden table.

The strength in his hands was not well controlled, and the splashed juice from the orange pulp stained his hands. He took out a paper towel and wiped it off slowly, stuffing the remaining orange petals into his mouth and chewing.

The eyes behind the glasses curved down, and he gave a short laugh.

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-1014:46:55~2022-07-1117:05:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Aqingjian 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：丹丹丹漪20瓶；除了漂亮还是漂亮10瓶；534890804瓶；长风万里、23丝er、西北、柠檬茶1瓶；

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