Chapter 71 She deliberately called him Uncle Liang~
Xiaomi, "You don't even know how bad Feng Yuying's face is. She lost her temper today and called Xiaowen and I pig heads." She said Biting her lip, "Oh no, you are calling me a pig. I am different from Xiaowen. She knows how to make Feng Yuying happy. I am too stupid."
"This afternoon, Feng Yuying asked me to go I wanted to buy milk tea, but I couldn’t get it delivered here. I had to drive to the county town to buy it. I used an insulated bag and an insulated box, but it took five hours to go back and forth.
When I came back, It was already seven o'clock in the evening. I gave milk tea to Feng Yuying. She didn't drink a sip. She called me a stupid pig and told me to get out. I had no place to sleep. I didn't even want to be her assistant anymore. Wait until this movie. I will resign after the play is over."
As he said this, Xiaomi couldn't help but have red eyes.
Li Mu hugged her and comforted her.
“This is too much!”
But there is nothing we can do. Feng Yuying’s family background is here, Shengshi Group is trying to protect it, and Li Mu also knows that she was originally going to play Yin Cheng, and the makeup photos were taken. They had all been filmed, and she had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, but Feng Yuying just landed.
And now, her role is an additional one.
It is inevitable to have rivalry scenes with Feng Yuying.
But so what, when the finished movie comes out, the audience doesn’t look at the actors’ family background, but their acting skills.
Li Mu believes in herself.
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Grandma Chen’s son and daughter-in-law came back. They prepared a sumptuous dinner in the evening and left a portion for Liang Jincong.
We all knew that there was a crew filming in the village, but when they saw Liang Jincong, they were both stunned, not only because of the man's overly superior appearance, but also because of his aura. , my daughter-in-law was a little stunned. She usually follows dramas, but with such a handsome face, it seems that he is not from the entertainment industry.
If it were in the entertainment industry, it would have exploded long ago.
Liang Jincong just said that he is a staff member of the crew.
Grandma Chen’s grandson was having fun playing with a new puzzle toy, but the puzzle was a bit difficult and he couldn’t succeed, so he went to find Liang Jincong.
The man was on the bed with a laptop on his knees. He opened the door and looked at the other person. He was indifferent. No one else dared to come close. Only Jia Ming dared to come here and liked to come to him.
"Uncle, how do you spell this."
Liang Jincong smiled.
I am very patient.
He didn't look at the instructional drawings. He just took a look at the stacked wooden puzzles and told him how to put them together.
Jiaming doesn’t know how, and wants Liang Jincong to help him fight.
But Liang Jincong bent down and just told him how to spell it, letting the child do it himself.
Meng Ying knocked on the door and walked in.
She flexed her fingers, untied her scarf and put it on the back of the chair, then looked over with a smile, "Jiaming is here too."
Jiaming said, "My parents are back today. , brought me a lot of jigsaw puzzles, and said he would take me to primary school in the city soon."
Meng Ying walked over, and Liang Jincong grabbed her fingers and put them in his palm. For a moment, the woman's fingertips were cold, but his palm was dry and warm.
Jia Ming showed off that he had a lot of jigsaw puzzles and gave Meng Ying one to help her put together.
Meng Ying is also bored. It's only eight o'clock in the evening.
She saw that the puzzle was very simple. They were just putting it together on the small wooden table. Liang Jincong was on one side, with a notebook on his knees and headphones on. He seemed to be talking to the other side, occasionally saying a few words. Cantonese, with a mellow and pleasant voice, Meng Ying can probably understand.
Time passes minute by minute.
Meng Ying was sweating. Why is this puzzle so difficult? It’s very easy to read the instructions. After putting it together, it looks like a music box with eight cats on it.
The eight cats are separate, just plug them in when finished.
But Meng Ying couldn't get it right on the music box's territory.
She even sighed.
In the cold winter, I was sweating all over.
Jiaming smiled, "Sister Xiao Meng, you are so stupid."
"You are smart, don't you also want to come and ask Uncle Liang for help?" "I am only seven years old. ”
Liang Jincong listened to the bickering between the two, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips.
Time seems to fly by.
Jia Ming dozed off and left with the puzzle in his arms. Before leaving, he told Meng Ying, "Sister Meng, please promise me that you will put it together."
Meng Ying patted her chest. Promise, "Tomorrow, when you wake up early tomorrow and have breakfast, I will put this together."
After Jiaming left, Meng Ying did not give up. She took out her mobile phone and even searched for specific puzzle videos on the Internet.
In the end, he was so dazzled that he could only turn around and ask Liang Jincong for help, "Uncle Liang, tell me how to spell this."
Liang Jincong was wearing headphones, but he still heard Meng Ying's voice. , he raised his eyes slightly, ended the voice call, took off his earphones and walked towards Meng Ying, hugged her waist, Meng Ying stood up, and when Liang Jincong sat down, she sat on the man's bed. on the legs.
Looking at the woman's slender and white neck, "What did you call me just now?"
"Uncle Liang~"
The man whispered helplessly, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "That's nonsense."
"Uncle Liang~" Meng Ying deliberately teased him.
Turn around and hugged his neck, calling Uncle Liang again.
The voice is soft and soft.
It seems to leave waves in the air.
Liang Jincong's scalp was numb from the shout from Uncle Liang. He stared at her red lips and felt the urge to kiss her hard. When she screamed again, he kissed her. Seeing that Meng Ying wanted to hide, he slapped her buttocks with a strong palm. Meng Ying's eyes widened in shock.
After kissing for a while, Liang Jincong said in a hoarse voice, "I'll fight for you after you sleep."
"No, I'll sleep after you finish." Meng Ying knew that if she slept with him, she would probably have a good night's sleep. At dawn, his needs were great and he would torment her for a long time, but she promised to give him breakfast in the morning.
You can’t lie to children.
"Uncle Liang, finish the fight first, I promised Jiaming."
Liang Jincong had no choice but to let go of her, restrained his impulse at the moment, glanced at the puzzle instructions, and then started to put it together, "How stupid, a six-year-old child can do it, but you can't."
But his voice was only weak. Gentle huskiness.
Meng Ying also saw it, and it was written on the back of the box that it is a small toy suitable for the intellectual development of children aged 6 to 10 years old.
Soon Liang Jincong finished the fight.
Meng Ying's eyes widened, "So fast, Uncle Liang is so powerful."
The next second, she was picked up. Liang Jincong looked at her and strode forward, "Save this for later in bed."
"Uncle Liang, does your stomach still hurt? It hurts."
"It doesn't hurt."
"Oh, no wonder." Meng Ying was placed on the bed, her long black hair spread like ink-colored high-grade silk. Gentle and magnolia-scented, she looked at his face, "No wonder, you had a very happy lunch with Miss Feng."
Liang Jincong chuckled, gently combing a strand of her hair with his slender fingertips The black hair was playing with his fingertips. The silky hair slipped from his fingertips and he almost didn't catch it.
"I sent you a message at noon and told you that I was going to have a meal with Feng Yuying."
"The set lunch I had for lunch was here."
" So, is Miss Meng free at noon or evening tomorrow? Mr. Liang would like to treat Miss Meng to a meal.”
“Not at noon, but in the evening.”