Chapter 183 Xiao Yu’s White Rice
“Little Heron!” Lin Xiaoling trotted over and grabbed Ou Lu.
First he looked her up and down, and then glanced around.
"Huh? Where is the guy named Meng?"
"He's gone." Ou Lu looked towards the theater entrance with a strange expression.
There, the man's back just disappeared from sight.
"Leaving?" Lin Xiaoling was stunned for a moment.
You were stalking me just now, now you just want to leave? Is it so straightforward?
"Sorry, sorry! I was just chasing my idol for an autograph. Did you see my idol just now? Ah~ he is so handsome! That profile, that body shape, that voice... that's right! He doesn't care about you, does he?"
The left and right sides of Lin Xiaoling's brain are still switching back and forth between chasing stars and reality, and her face changes very quickly.
"What are you talking about? This is in public. Besides, he doesn't look like a bad person."
"Xiao Lu, you are too simple! He doesn't even write on his forehead whether he is a bad person or not." I was fooled by him!
You didn’t know that he was not a doctor at the hospital at all!" Lin Xiaoling said angrily.
"But he never said he was?"
"Uh..." Lin Xiaoling was speechless.
It seemed to be true. Even when I asked him in the car, he denied it himself.
In the end, I just thought the other party was joking...
It turned out...that the fool was me?
“But...but he pretends to be too similar!”
“With his medical skills, even if he is not a doctor, he is no worse than some ordinary doctors.
Besides, even if someone uses inductive language, if we don’t hear it, it’s also a problem of our own inertial thinking. "
"You...Ou Xiaolu! Where do you stand? "
Lin Xiaoling's eyes widened.
"How long did it take? Just point your elbow toward the person and keep saying nice things to him! What kind of ecstasy soup did he pour into you?
Could it be that you were taken down just for a performance? ”
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't mean that." Ou Lu rolled his eyes at her and walked out of the theater.
Hearing this, Lin Xiaoling hurriedly took two steps to catch up.
“No, Ou Xiaolu, he doesn’t mean it yet?
Even Bai Fumei refused, pretending to be a doctor in our hospital, and prepared the performance tickets in advance, so deliberate Close to you.
That’s it!
Can you please wake up?
Say! What on earth were you talking about just now? Has he tampered with your three views? "
"Nothing to talk about, just some academic issues in communication diseases. You, a gynecologist, are not interested. "
Lin Xiaoling: "..."
"He came to strike up a conversation all by himself. He spent so much effort to sit next to you. You told me that you two were talking about infectious diseases?
Ou Xiaolu, do you think your best friend only has breasts and no brains? ”
“Okay, okay! Is it okay if you have more brains than breasts? "
"This is even worse! "
"We are really just talking about academics, why did I lie to you! "Ou Lu was a little helpless.
Although she said it, even she didn't believe it...
But that man who behaved a little strangely... seemed to have come just to discuss academic issues with her?
"Why are you lying to me?" Lin Xiaoling glared at Ou Lu, "Then you must have a guilty conscience!
Tell me! Has that guy succeeded?"
"What succeeded?"
"What else could it be? Contact information, of course! He doesn't already want you to send a signal, right?"
Ou Lu paused when he heard this.
Thinking of the scene where the guy was snapping photos with his cell phone just now, his face looked a little weird.
“I didn’t ask for it.”
“Oh! That’s okay.”
“I mean, I didn’t ask for it.”
"What?"
Lin Xiaoling's eyes widened...
...
At the entrance of the theater.
“Eh? Lawyer Lin, why are you here?”
Arriving at the meeting place agreed upon with Xiao Yu, Meng Lang was surprised when he saw Lin Haitang standing next to Xiao Yu.
Xiaoyu was carrying a small schoolbag, still wearing the same black dress used for performances, and had taken off her makeup.
But the look on his face at this time was even more surprised than Meng Lang.
"Uh...Uncle, you...are not together?"
"Together? What together?" Meng Lang didn't know why.
Xiaoyu: "..."
"Ha! There are so many people here, it's normal to miss it. Let's go, Xiaoyu."
Lin Haitang glanced at Meng Lang and smiled indifferently. He smiled, then turned around and walked towards the parking spot.
For some reason, Meng Lang felt a little uncomfortable with Lin Haitang's look.
"Xiao Yu, what's going on? Why did you ask your sister to come to pick us up?" Meng Lang walked closer and asked in a low voice.
Come to pick us up? You haven't seen my sister at all?
Xiao Yu looked at him speechlessly.
"I still want to ask what's going on. I gave you and my sister consecutive tickets. How can you watch the show separately?"
Serial...serial tickets ticket? !
Meng Lang was dumbfounded.
So, Lin Haitang has been watching the show just now?
Xiaoyu gave each of us a ticket with consecutive numbers, and then...
Did I change my ticket?
Holy shit! Destiny, you bad old man is messing with me again!
"You called your sister here, why didn't you tell me in advance!" Meng Lang looked at Xiao Yu with a sad look on his face.
"Then did I tell you in advance that you have to take your seat according to your seat number?" Xiao Yu said angrily.
Meng Lang was speechless.
I was wrong...
"Uh...there was an accident..."
"Oh! It's better now, my sister must be angry." Xiaoyu said helplessly.
"Is your sister angry? I think she looks normal?" Meng Lang was puzzled.
"Absolutely angry! Did you notice that when my sister just smiled at you, the right corner of her mouth raised?"
"Uh... I think so, that's right. What’s the problem?”
“When my sister is angry, she likes to twitch the right corner of her mouth. This is called a sneer.”
"Xiaoyu! Get in the car!" Lin Haitang had already sat in the driver's seat and was fastening his seat belt.
"Oh! Okay!"
Xiao Yu gave Meng Lang a wishing look, then climbed into the back seat.
Meng Lang helped Xiao Yu close the car door and was about to open the passenger seat and get in.
“Buzz~”
Watching idol mini leave in the dust, Meng Lang's hand that stretched out to pull the car door froze in mid-air.
Meng Lang: "..."
He looked up at the sky and confirmed one thing.
Xiaoyu... really knows how to read micro-expressions...
"Alas!" Meng Lang patted his forehead.
Obviously, my strange emotional wave line has gone from crest to trough again...
[It was my love that was too stupid and too naive...]
At this moment , the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
At first glance, it turned out to be that guy Duan Xian.
"Hey! Do you still have the nerve to call?"
"I was afraid of disturbing you just now, so I'm here to ask about the situation! What's the matter? Could it be that the trick didn't work well and you didn't get her?"
"Get a woolen yarn! Did you give it to me? Duan Xiaoyi’s bad idea?”
“Uh...although I didn’t come up with the idea, I think so. Even if it doesn’t work, it won’t have a counter-effect, right?”
“Whether it’s an effect or a counter-effect, that’s not the result I want!
I’m telling you, can you not do it one by one? Just give me a 'backstab' under the guise of 'assist'!
Can I just charge into the battle quietly and contribute my own strength to world peace? "
"What you said, even if you want to charge into battle, you must have loyal wingmen! "
"But you, your loyal wingman, even got the wrong target. Isn't this just adding to the chaos? "Meng Lang looked helpless.
"Made a mistake? "Duan Xian on the opposite side was stunned for a moment.
So that's how it is, this is embarrassing...
"Ahem! I think that girl is pretty good too. If you make a mistake, you can just make it right!" Duan Xian said with a guilty conscience.
Is it a mistake to make a mistake? You said it simply!
Do you know that every time I make a mistake, I basically have to hook up with a brother?
The cost of making this mistake is too high for me to bear!
"Axian! In addition to living in front of us, we should also have poetry and distance..." Meng Lang said with vicissitudes of life.
Duan Xian couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard this.
When you were in college, your eyes were almost red with envy of other people's "contemptuousness". Now you are talking to me about poetry and distant places?
"Gas prices are very expensive, and poetry and travel to distant places are even more expensive! I advise you to settle for now!"
"..."
Hang up the phone, Meng Lang looked at the person On the busy road with people coming and going, I sighed, then reached out and took a taxi.
"Who would choose poetry and distant places if they could live with peace of mind..."
...
It was not far from where Meng Lang got in the car.
Liu Tao was struggling to carry a heavy camera onto a commercial vehicle with "Su City Radio" printed on it.
A trainee reporter on the side put the things in his hands on the car and quickly came up to help.
He complained while helping.
"Brother Liu, why did you say that Xiao Wu from our team was transferred away immediately?
There are obviously not enough manpower now. One person has to do the work of two people."< br>
Liu Tao wiped his sweat and looked rather unhappy.
Why else? This is the leader beating himself up...
"The manpower inside the radio station is tight, just get through this period.
Okay, don't complain. I have to work overtime when I go back tonight to cut out today's Canglang Cup film as soon as possible. The leader will have it tomorrow .”
“Huh?”
Amidst the wails of the intern reporter, Liu Tao got into the car.
But my mind has already flown to the email I received yesterday.
When he just read the anonymous information, he was angry inside!
How could there be such a crazy company?
Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?
With the keen sense of a professional reporter, the chain of evidence in the data is extremely detailed, and the historical black material is also well-founded and logically clear.
He didn’t know who sent this information and what its purpose was.
But he could almost tell that this matter was definitely not groundless.
If possible, he would like to fly to the scene to investigate and verify.
However, after calming down, he had to consider some more realistic issues.
Yes, this is big news, but his background is so strong that a young reporter like me cannot shake it.
I am afraid that my manuscript will be rejected if it cannot pass the review.
Now that he is not welcome in Taiwan, if he gets involved in this kind of thing again, his job may not be guaranteed.
Using normal exposure channels will definitely not work.
You still have to find a way to find a new way...
Life may be indispensable for leisure, but it also requires poetry and distance...
...
1103.
“Ding Dong!”
“Click!” The door opened a small crack, and Xiao Yu poked out a little head from inside.
"Xiaoyu, I'm so hungry. What did you cook today that tasted delicious?
Uh... Xiaoyu, what are you doing? Let me in!"
"Ahem! Sorry uncle, my sister said that I have been eating too much recently and today is a weight loss day, so I only have this."
Xiaoyu handed over a piece of stir-fried broccoli.
And a bowl of white rice.
Meng Lang: "..."
"Haha! Lawyer Lin is really true, he is not fat, so why lose weight!
Then I'll go in to eat, and talk to your sister about something by the way. "Meng Lang was about to enter with the plate in hand.
Unexpectedly, the light rain blocked him again, and he said helplessly.
"Ahem, the weather has been hot recently. My sister said that ladies wear cooler clothes at home. , it is not convenient for men to enter. "
Xiaoyu gave him a helpless look, and then slammed the door.
"I..."
Meng Lang was dumbfounded.
The altitude of the wave trough this time seems to be lower than I thought...
Why, isn't it just that we couldn't watch the show together, so why is it so exciting?
To put it lightly, I am working hard for you women’s freedom to shop.
To put it bluntly, I am protecting the future of chicken farts and unemployment in the world.
Can’t you understand the difficulties of men working hard outside?
After Meng Lang complained wildly for a while, he finally had no choice but to return to his room with a "bleak" dinner.
Looking at the pitiful white rice and fried broccoli on the table, Meng Lang smashed his mouth.
I want pork ribs and lotus root soup, and golden egg fried rice...
Meng Lang took a bite of broccoli and looked bitter.
Tsk! Not even salt!
Miss Lin, I don’t know if there is a lonely sea in your eyes. Anyway, my heart is in a haze right now!
Meng Lang couldn't help but start to reflect on himself.
Look at what kind of day you are having today?
Like a fool, he was stabbed in the back by his own people, but he couldn't blame them for their "good intentions".
Now even the delicious food that originally soothed the soul has turned into a tasteless "weight loss meal"!
Even daily benefits for men...ahem!
In short, if you take it alone today, this is a complete "tragedy"!
I haven’t read a book for a day, and it’s hard to do anything when I go out!
There is a sense of deliberately targeting myself...
Something's not right about this!
Finally, I couldn't help but look towards the study room with the door closed. There was a cardboard box on the desk inside, and there was a magical prop in the cardboard box.
"Open me~"
"Come and open me, open me and you will gain power."
"As long as you open me, you will know everything... …”
It's like Pandora's box, seeming to exude such temptation all the time.
Schrödinger had a cat.
Meng Xiaolang has a book.
Schrödinger’s cat makes people wonder whether it is dead or not.
Meng Xiaolang’s book makes people wonder whether it has been updated or not...
Perhaps the moment it is opened, quantum mechanics will determine the distance between the two parallel universes...
Curiosity is the source of human progress!
"No, no, no! Hold it! The experiment cannot be wasted!"
Quiting the watch is undoubtedly an extremely difficult decision. Meng Lang can only distract himself by stuffing rice into his mouth like crazy. attention.
"Huh?" Suddenly, the chopsticks were blocked by something at the bottom of the bowl.
Meng Lang poked again, and after confirming that there was something underneath, he pulled open the upper layer of rice with some confusion, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Braised chicken legs? !
Holy shit! And braised pork!
The fragrant braised gravy is mixed with white rice...
Long live the steward!
"Ouch~" Meng Lang bit into the chicken leg and tears filled his eyes.
Hmm! It tastes like a little cotton-padded jacket!
Following "Schrödinger's Cat" and "Meng Xiaolang's Book", there is a new "unknown thing" in the world.
That is "Xiaoyu's white rice". (End of this chapter)