The president loves the little monster

Compared with personal feelings, work is more important.

Meng Mo let the assistant in, and dragged out the suitcase from under the cloakroom—full, he froze for a moment, opened it, and found underwear, coats, snacks, regular medicines, skin care products...the suitcase was full of different categories, completely There is no room for fault.

The assistant was a young girl in her early twenties. Seeing his unexpected expression, she sighed sincerely, "Boss Ao treats you so well!"

Meng Mo smiled and said nothing.

In this small matter, Ao Qin was impeccable from beginning to end.

Even though these few days Ao Qin came back at midnight every night and left before dawn, he often refused to propose sex, but even so, the floor was always spotless, and the clothes he threw away would always bring The smell of laundry detergent floats on the balcony. The refrigerator and thermos are always full. When you wake up in the middle of the night, there must be warm and delicious water in the thermos cup on the bedside table. When you wake up in the morning, the clean clothes must have been neatly folded. Put it on the bedside. When he comes out of the wash, breakfast must have been set on the kitchen table. It doesn’t matter if he gets up late and cools down. There is still a copy in the thermos, and someone will deliver lunch and dinner on time. In the past, even the group of koala spirits started working overtime - five times the overtime pay, just so that he could eat fresh nightmares at any time.

Meng Mo thought to himself, he must have misunderstood, he must have misunderstood... But as a newlywed, her husband comes back at midnight every day, and he still smells of perfume, and he is not a saint. It is too difficult.

He was thinking wildly all the way, and he was a little absent-minded during the evening program group meeting. At night, he was lying on the hotel bed with his mobile phone, rolling around, rolling around——

When he was recording the show before, Ao Qin called him and sent him messages almost every night. Occasionally, when the phone was turned off, there would be a series of calls and SMS bombardments. Ran all the way to Harbin to find him...but now?What now?

It's been a whole night, not to mention a phone call, not even a text message from Ao Qin!

He had read posts on the Internet before, and he had seen a lot of poisonous chicken soup about love and marriage. What about husbands who seem to be two people before and after marriage? What marriage is the grave of love. It's been seven years, and he's only been married for three days!

It became like this in three days, what about three months?What about three years? 30 years? 300 years? What about 3000 years?

I can't even think about it!

Meng Mo didn't sleep well all night, and he was very depressed. At this time, only delicious and hot food can soothe his cold heart. So after recording the three-day program, Meng Mo didn't say a few words. I just buried my head and ate it...What kind of mutton steamed buns, Roujiamo, simmered noodles, meatball Hu spicy soup... two or three bites of a bowl, it is fragrant, spicy and full of flavor, and it is so delicious to eat.

The last part of the third day was to compete with the Big Stomach King to eat Shaanxi Liangpi. The program team prepared a large table full of Liangpi, with hundreds of bowls. The Big Stomach King VS all the guests, which side eats more, Which side wins.

This big stomach king is quite famous in China. He once set a Guinness World Record for eating 53 bowls of Liangpi in one sitting. On average, one of the six guests would have to eat nine bowls to win... It is difficult for ordinary people to eat even if they are hungry. Eat nine bowls of Liangpi in one go, not to mention that the guests have already eaten food for a whole day, it is a good thing not to spit it out on the spot, where is there room to eat Liangpi?

Therefore, as soon as the rules were read out, the guests wailed.

This game is too perverted, it is impossible to win!

However, the wailing is the wailing, they had to record the show, so the director gave an order, and everyone started to eat together - the big stomach king picked up a bowl, and the wind swept away, and a bowl of cold skin was eaten in seven or eight seconds. On the other hand, the guests, One by one, they took chopsticks and picked them into their mouths one by one, elegantly like a rich lady in the old days, and it took a long time to eat a bowl of cold noodles before less than half of them went down.

No... no!There is one exception!

I saw Meng Mo, who was petite and weak, squatting in the small corner behind the table, picked up a bowl without making a sound, without even using chopsticks, poured it into his mouth boldly...a bowl in two or three seconds Liangpi is gone.

In the blink of an eye, the table in front of him was empty.

Everyone—guests, directors, cameramen, and other staff members—was all stunned, even the king of big stomachs opened his mouth wide in shock, watching helplessly as a table full of cold noodle rolls was delivered extremely quickly in just two to three minutes. The earth became an empty bowl.

Spike!

The final result was beyond everyone's expectations. The guest group, who thought they were sure to lose, defeated the Guinness World Record holder by Meng Mo alone, and completed a beautiful comeback!

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The scene was silent for a moment, and it took a while before the referee remembered to announce that the guest had won.

"Xiao Mo, are you okay?" After the recording ended, the director came over and asked cautiously, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Others also echoed: "Are you okay?"

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

"Do you want to call an ambulance?"

……

It was only then that Meng Mo realized that his performance just now was too shocking in the eyes of human beings. He quickly smiled and waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay. I often eat like this, and I'll be fine when I vomit when I go back to the hotel."

Everyone: "..."

Meng Mo: "..."

So embarrassing.

"Then..." Meng Mo laughed dryly twice, and pointed in the direction of the hotel, "I'll just go back to the hotel and vomit?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone to respond, he ran outside the hotel in a hurry, took a taxi and ran away.

Everyone: "..."

Meng Mo went back to the hotel to take a shower, lay on the bed, and stared at the screen of the phone without moving - it's been three days!It's been three days!Ao Qin didn't even call him!

Could it be that he really has a new love?

Meng Mo turned over irritably, lying on the bed, buried her head in the pillow, thinking, Meng Mo, Meng Mo, what are you thinking about?Besides, is it useful to think wildly?Have it?Why don't you take the initiative to call him and ask him clearly?

But he was really angry, and he didn't want to take the initiative to call him at all!

At this moment, the mobile phone in his hand rang suddenly.

Meng Mo was taken aback, jumped up from the bed, caught a glimpse of the word "Ao Qin" jumping on the screen, a pair of peach blossom eyes couldn't help but bend down, and slid his finger on the screen...he died.

Is he such a coaxable person?

Obviously not.

The little goblin who is very difficult to coax regrets immediately after hanging up the phone...so when Ao Qin called for the second time, he answered it almost immediately: "Miss me?"

Ao Qin was silent for two seconds, and then gave a low and gentle "hmm".

Even if he couldn't see it, Meng Mo could still guess Ao Qin's gentle and shy appearance, the haze in his heart was almost swept away, and the sun shone brightly in an instant: "I miss you too... my big baby."

Ao Qin: "..."

Meng Mo: "Hahaha!"

He laughed for a while, thinking of the troubles in his heart these two days, he couldn't laugh in an instant, he sighed secretly, bit his lower lip, thinking how should he say hello?

——You don’t go home every night, why do you go there?

—Where does your perfume smell come from?

——Is there someone outside you?

……

Why does it sound so much like the resentful woman in a romantic drama?

Meng Mo was still struggling, when he heard Ao Qin on the phone saying, "Yan Ning told me that you want to accept "Fatal Illusion", is it true?"

"Yeah," Meng Mo didn't know why Ao Qin suddenly mentioned this, "what's the matter?"

Ao Qin: "I don't agree."

Meng Mo: "...why?"

"That show..."

Ao Qin only said three words, Meng Mo heard a faint voice from the other end, he heard Ao Qin whispered with his hands on the microphone: "Sorry... ok ok, I'll go over right away !" Then let go of the microphone: "Momo, I'll hang up first, what can I say when you come back, okay?"

Meng Mo: "..."

Then Ao Qin really died!

Meng Mo was so angry that he almost smashed his phone!

What time is it, what time is it... Why doesn't Ao Qin go home?It's fine if you don't go home, and you hang up on him because you don't know who!

Ao Qin has always been unsmiling and cold, except for him, he has never seen Ao Qin smiling and talking in front of others so tenderly... Could it be that he really has someone outside?

Meng Mo frowned, feeling irritable, anxious and sad in his heart, and was about to call him to ask for clarification, when he heard the door beep three times, and Chang Xiang's voice came from outside: "Xiao Mo, are u there?"

Chang Xiang bought a bunch of Jianwei Xiaoshi Tablets, Shimusheng, Yeast Tablets, Weikangning... and a large cup of sour plum soup, a few bunches of candied haws, and handed them to Meng Mo: "Xiaoshi... I don't know which one works, just I bought some of them."

"Thank you," Meng Mo let people in with a smile, "You came back so early...didn't you go out for dinner with them?"

"You've made yourself like this, I'm not in the mood to go out for dinner," Chang Xiang looked at him worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you have something on your mind?"

Meng Mo sighed and nodded.

Ao Qin's suspected derailment has been stuck in his mind for two days. It's getting bigger and bigger like a snowball. He said everything that happened during this period—of course, he didn't say that Ao Qin was the Dragon King of the South China Sea, he only said that Ao Qin was a good friend of his parents, and he should be called an uncle in terms of seniority.

Chang Xiang was so speechless, he didn't know what to say, so he said after a while, "Is he sick?" After a pause of two seconds, he said, "What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know either." Meng Mo drooped his eyes and sighed sadly. "I'll ask him when I go back tomorrow. If he is really... I can only... wish him happiness."

"...Why? That's too cheap for him, right?" Chang Xiang has a very sense of justice, "If he really cheated, then he is at fault, and he should at least share half of your property... No, you should get out household!"

"Actually, it's almost the same," Meng Mo smiled wryly, "I just found out a few days ago that all the movable and immovable properties under his name had been transferred to my name before he got married... I don't know how he did it Yes. According to the Marriage Law of the People's Republic of China, these belong to my pre-marital property."

Chang Xiang: "..."

Why do you feel that this doesn't seem like a show about a scumbag, but rather a show of affection?

"Let's not talk about me," Meng Mo took a long breath and forced himself to smile, "Let's talk about you. You and that shark... how are you doing?"

During this period of time, he was only busy with his own affairs and thinking wildly, and he didn't think of asking Su Yun... It's the same to take this opportunity to ask Chang Xiang.

"Oh," Chang Xiang sighed, with a helpless and sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, "He... there is nothing to do with him."