Chapter 148 Interruption
Meng Ying suppressed the opponent's gossip, "In two hours, he will come back around 10 o'clock tonight, and we will fight quickly."
"So cruel. "Woman, I haven't even eaten yet, and I started chasing people away." Su Qingli covered her chest, opened two cans of beer, and handed Meng Ying a glass.
"If I had a face like yours, I would play all over the entertainment industry, and I wouldn't want to find a regular boyfriend." Su Qingli took a sip of beer and couldn't help but reach out and pinch Meng Meng. Ying's face said, "Tsk, tsk, so tender. Li Shuoming even asked me for your address. Knowing that I would have a dinner date with you tonight, he even wanted to come over and get involved, but I refused."
The third male member of the cast of Li Shuoming.
Meng Ying frowned, "What are you looking for me for?"
"Do you really not know? He wants to pick you up. He looks okay, but he is a little more feminine. He likes to have sex with the crew, so stay away. At one point, his appearance is not worthy of you."
Meng Ying really didn't pay attention to this.
Her B team didn’t have many scenes with Li Shuoming. Although she was the third male lead, the filming lasted for about a week. It was a bit busy and she got a special starring role, but she didn’t have many specific scenes. , the characters in the film are also average, the kind that can be cut without affecting the overall plot.
The day before yesterday, Li Shuoming sent a text message to Meng Ying. He was going to have a concert and hoped that Meng Ying could come, but she refused directly.
Didn't reply to him after that.
“I’m not interested in him.”
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Liang Jincong came back early tonight. At about 9:10, he arrived at the door of the apartment. The sound insulation of the apartment building Usually, before he started pressing the password, he heard a woman's laughter coming from inside. Su Qingli's voice was already loud, and the sound of laughter passed through the door panel.
I drank a little too much tonight.
Song Jienan is close friends with Du Zhonglin from Hongjiang City. Three generations of the Du family have been in politics and have some real power in their hands. The Du family also has a stake in the cooperation project between Zhongnuo and the Sheng family. Tonight, Song Jienan did not mention anything about his daughter. I have a lot of opinions on this project.
At around 8 o'clock, Song Jienan patted Liang Jincong's shoulder. In his drunken state, he seemed to accidentally mention Song Weiqiang's current situation. He was just such a daughter. His eldest daughter and The relationship at home is shallow, with only one daughter, Song Weiqiang, always around. She also said that she would take time to go to Hong Kong to discuss marriage in detail.
Liang Jincong didn't like this feeling very much. This kind of being manipulated by a strange marriage contract, but instead he had to look at Song Jienan's eyes. He never needed to look at anyone's face when he acted. He was just a mayor. I want to use a daughter to pinch myself.
He originally wanted to give the other party a little bit of sympathy, after all, he was the one who wanted to ruin the engagement unilaterally.
But now, I don’t want to give these two points of thin noodles.
In a drinking party, I didn’t look good at the end. Out of some good manners, I said lightly that I drank too much and was a little tired. I took the first step and left the drinking party, leaving the rest to Zhao Yang. to deal with.
Zhao Yang is good at cleaning up messes. He is a well-rounded person who is good at dancing. He can accurately figure out the preferences of several respectable people in Hongjiang City. He immediately called two young Juans. Du Zhonglin, a handsome boy, hugged each other and did not interfere in the personal affairs of Song Jienan and Liang Jincong. He and Zhao Yang concentrated on chatting about the project.
Zhao Yang captured Du Zhonglin and sent a message to Liang Jincong.
At this time, Liang Jincong was still standing outside the door of Meng Ying's room.
The man pulled off his tie. He held the blue-gray tie with silver stripes in his palm and pulled it open casually. He put his black suit on his arm and leaned his back against the wall. He held his twitch with his other hand. Half of the smoke was burned, and the smoke sparkled, half bright and half extinguished.
He slowly closed his eyes.
While drunk, I heard the voices of Meng Ying and the woman coming from inside. Meng Ying’s voice was very soft, and her smile was also soft and light, as if she was stepping on it with one foot on a snowy night. So soft.
Listen for a while.
He has no sense of time.
There were a few times when my body couldn't support the wall and slowly slid down, so I opened my eyes, lit a cigarette and took two more puffs, and then continued to listen to the sounds inside.
Talking about the script?
Talk about other people in the crew.
Talk about gossip.
The sound insulation effect of this single-person commercial apartment is really poor.
He has been sleeping here for the past few nights, and he can even hear the sounds of people walking by outside. No wonder every time he does it a little too hard, Meng Ying always has red eyes and bites her lip, refusing to let go. He made a sound, and sometimes when he hummed in comfort and pleasure, the woman's soft hand would cover his lips.
Liang Jincong has indeed never lived in such a small apartment.
An exquisite bird cage.
Not even exquisite.
His mind was a little confused due to the alcohol. He wanted to lie on the narrow sofa and hug Meng Ying. She would fetch water, warm water, soaked in a towel in the warm water, and cover him. His face was warm and comfortable, and she would touch his brow bone. Little by little, the movements are very gentle, and she will ask him in an anxious and gentle voice, is he feeling uncomfortable somewhere?
Does your stomach hurt?
Thinking about it, Liang Jincong took a puff of cigarette.
Slender legs support the ground.
Su Qingli’s laughing voice came from inside.
Liang Jincong felt a little noisy.
Still not leaving?
How long do you want to stay?
In the corridor, people occasionally come and go. They are all residents here. Most of them are young. Occasionally, some people look over and discuss in a low voice. They also want to take secret photos. Liang Jincong notices the sight and frowns. Mei slowly turned around and faced the wall. The other person caught a picture of his back or profile.
When the voice-activated light went out, the man's slender figure was slowly submerged in the black.
As if fused.
Deep outlines are blurred.
There are only a few fireworks at your fingertips, bringing out a few white mist.
Nine: 50 p.m.
There were footsteps in the room. Someone walked to the door, changed shoes, and bent down. The sound of clothes and cloth rubbing against each other was particularly harsh in the darkness. When he was about to open the door, the door was leaning against the wall outside. The figure opened his eyes, turned and walked towards the stairs, continuing to hide in the darkness.
Meng Ying stood at the door and waved to Su Qingli. Su Qingli was carrying the garbage, "Then I'll leave first."
Meng Ying returned indoors.
Get ready to close the door.
A familiar figure, a familiar arm, with her familiar aura.
Meng Ying hugged the person who appeared at the door, smelling the strong smell of wine, her eyes bright with the joy of meeting, "How much have you drunk, do you feel uncomfortable?"
Liang Jin Congdan He closed the door with his hand, changed his shoes, bent down and buried his face on the woman's slender shoulder, "Yeah."
Drowsiness swept over him.
Obviously it was just a palm-sized birdcage room, but it was filled with the gentle breath of Meng Ying, like a soft ball of cotton. His whole body fell into the cotton, and was soft and soft.
This thing is like a maze. It is soft in the southeast, northwest and northwest. It makes all his troubles disappear in an instant.
I just want to fall in.
Stuck here.
A clean place.
Meng Ying hugged him with both hands, her fingertips resting on the man's back.
In addition to muscles, you can also feel bones.
Half hugging and half holding him.
"You have been outside. Is it you who smoked the cigarette butt at the door? Why don't you come in? Send me a message."
"How dare I disturb Director Meng Da's arrangements."
Meng Ying's eyes were shining, she stood on tiptoes slightly, and lightly rubbed her cheek against his, "I allow you to disturb."
"Next time, I will definitely bother you."