Chapter 170 I don’t understand
She walked over and saw Liang Jincong opening his laptop. She helped clear the table, poured the tea, and coughed lightly on the cup of Coke, "Do you drink it?"
Seeing that he was about to pour it into the trash can, Meng Ying hurriedly stopped him, "If you don't drink, I will."
Liang Jincong looked at her.
Then he looked at the bag of KFC she put on the table and frowned slightly, "Did she give it to you?"
Ten minutes ago, Ying Lanxue handed him a bag of KFC, and Liang Jincong's eyebrows tightened.
His biological mother, 52 years old, works in self-media, does not want his money, has 8 million fans on a certain platform, and is a food expert.
Everything is very out of the ordinary.
Visiting a store?
Go to the food corner?
Evaluation.
Food variety show?
When he was in a meeting, he once received a call from Ying Lanxue, who ordered a takeaway for him, "Son, do you want to eat the turkey noodles? It's delicious! I ordered it for you. It’s spicy, try it. Eat less of the clear soup at home, it’s so boring.”
Liang Jincong was the most helpless to this mother.
At the age of 50, his mentality is similar to that of a 20-year-old. Sometimes he even feels that getting along with Ying Lanxue is like his own sister.
When going to Disneyland, you must take photos and buy a lot of peripherals
It’s not enough to fill a bedroom with these plush toys. You also have to chase stars. She fell in love with a handsome young popular guy in mainland China who held a concert. To buy a front row seat, you also have to take photos, retouch pictures, and be the station girl.
"Yeah." Meng Ying saved a cup of Coke from the man's hand, held it in her hand and took a sip. There was less ice and plenty of bubbles. She took another bite of chicken popcorn and looked at Liang Jincong, who was originally frowning. Wrinkling, she took another bite.
It’s really delicious when dipped in ketchup.
"Meng Ying." Liang Jincong called her, reached out, took out a tissue, and wiped the tomato sauce on her lips.
Meng Ying quickly stuffed a piece of chicken popcorn into his mouth.
Looking at him in shock.
Weird expression.
"Mr. Liang, please try it. You haven't eaten it before, right?"
After finishing the meal, Liang Jincong tapped the keyboard with his fingertips until his fingertips turned red, and then sighed. A cry, "Meng Ying."
"Try this again!" While Liang Jincong was talking, Meng Ying stuffed a piece of Colonel's chicken nuggets into his mouth. She vaguely saw that his whole body was petrified. After a few seconds, she mechanically chewed and swallowed. Go down.
It was like being tortured.
An unexpected program appears in the delicate robot programming.
Meng Ying originally wanted to tease him.
Seeing this, I no longer had such thoughts.
She felt that Liang Jincong had never been exposed to such fireworks in his life. Every day's meals were carefully prepared by nutritionists. There was a noble carpet under his leather shoes. This was not the first time that Meng Ying felt her There is such a huge gap between her and him. These are two non-overlapping lives.
She has no right to judge what the other person’s life is like.
But with such a big gap, she would be cautious when getting along with him.
The moment she saw Liang Jincong eating the 'junk food' in her hand with a calm and stiff expression, Meng Ying felt a sense of transgression in her heart, and that weird feeling also spread in her heart.
She even wondered if he would be unhappy because of her actions.
Do you feel like you are rubbing your nose and making your face look confused?
For a moment, Meng Ying's fingers froze and she bit her lip slightly. The good mood just now was gone. She raised her eyes cautiously and glanced at him. Liang Jincong was at work. As long as his body allowed, he seemed Rarely do I have time to spare.
It is said that men look best when they are serious, and this is indeed true.
He is handsome and charming enough. The man's fingers tapped the keyboard lightly, replying to an email in English. His eyes kept focusing on the screen. Occasionally, he looked at Meng Ying from the corner of his eye, and his voice softened, "Wait for me for ten minutes."< br>
Meng Ying nodded.
My eyes fell on the man's slender fingers.
She is indeed bored.
Looking at his fingers as if in a daze, a few minutes later, Meng Ying received a call from the crew. She went outside the ward and answered the phone. She was going back to Hongjiang City tomorrow. After a trip, I made a phone call and booked a plane ticket to attend a film festival. "Three Days Countdown" has been completed and is in post-production. Song Zhiqiu has put a lot of effort into the film and put all his thoughts into it. This At that time, I had already contacted the publicity side, two publicity companies, red carpet promotion and photo magazines are indispensable.
She returned to the ward, and A Kun walked out of it carrying a garbage bag. Meng Ying turned sideways and asked him to leave first.
When I walked in, the coffee table had been cleared away.
Those ‘junk foods’ were really thrown away as garbage.
Only the last trace of the aroma of fried chicken remains in the air.
Actually, Meng Ying doesn’t like eating this kind of food much, but at this moment she feels that this kind of food is just like her, ordinary and affordable, just like Liang Jincong and Mrs. Liang that night A dinner that costs thirty or forty thousand is different.
The gift of a 580,000 watch is different.
On the tip of the tongue, there is still the last trace of cola left.
"Meng Ying." Liang Jincong called her.
The woman turned around and came over, sat beside the hospital bed, took a bottle of calamine lotion from his hand, asked him to turn over and lie on the bed, and helped him apply the medicine. The cotton swab was stained with pink and white liquid. , gently rubbing the red rash on his back.
"Mr. Liang, I am going back to Hongjiang City tomorrow. There is a film festival that I need to attend." There was a faint smile in her eyes, "I will wait until two days before your birthday. Come back."
"Okay, I'll let Akun see you off at what time tomorrow morning."
"10 o'clock."
Liang Jincong turned over and grabbed her wrist. From the moment Meng Ying came in and sat on the sofa in a daze, he felt that she was not in a very good mood. Even if she was smiling, she was not very happy. The man frowned slightly, "What's the film festival? Do you need my help? I'll call Zhao Yang. I'll ask him to contact you after you arrive in Hongjiang City. If you have anything, let him handle it."
"No." Meng Ying didn't know how Liang Jincong figured out what happened to her. She screwed on the lid and said, "It's nothing. It's just a small film festival. I will walk on the red carpet, introduce the movie, and then we'll be done with taking pictures. "Yes." Her tone was very relaxed, she took her hand from his, held him down, and let him lie down. She soaked a cotton swab with some medicine and gently applied it on the man's neck.
“Is it really okay?”
Obviously, he didn’t believe it.
Meng Ying never made eye contact with him. Liang Jincong looked at her face. She applied the medicine for herself very seriously and spoke in a soft tone. However, Liang Jincong's intuition was that she was not happy, but felt a faint sense of tiredness.
In the end, Meng Ying could only sigh softly, pretending to be cheerful, "Oh, I just don't know what dress to wear. It's my first time walking on such a red carpet, so I'm a little nervous. I haven't contacted the brand to borrow clothes yet. , the night after tomorrow is the film festival, the time is too rushed, I don’t know what kind of dress Sister Zhiqiu has prepared.”
It turned out to be because of this.
Liang Jincong gently pinched her cheek.
“Are you interested in a brand?”
Meng Ying shook her head.
She wasn't thinking about the skirt at all.
I just made a casual remark.
I didn’t expect Liang Jincong’s sixth sense to be so keen that he could tell that he was unhappy.
It was just a small thing and she was not unhappy.
It's just that maybe I'm too sensitive.
Facing the huge class gap, it is impossible to be insensitive.
The biggest source of sensitivity is that she cannot feel how much he loves her.