Teacher Meng wanted to hit someone after hearing this

The smile on Jiang Lang's face was gentle and charming, full of infinite attraction, as disturbing as the first time he saw it, and Meng Yuan couldn't help being dazed.

Unexpectedly, he didn't leave.

Then yesterday I...Jiang Lang, you're really good, how about playing with me?

When Meng Yuan came to his senses, Jiang Lang had already put the key into his palm, and touched his little hand by the way.

"What do you want me to do with your house key, take it back." Meng Yuan shook off Jiang Lang's hand in a cold voice, slapped the key on the table and slid it forward, bringing it to Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang hooked up the red rope again with his fingertips, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Meng Yuan unabashedly, his gaze was like a torch: "I want to develop a relationship with you."

"Of course what's mine is yours."

Meng Yuan immediately felt that the food was tasteless and he couldn't accept it.

Jiang Lang seemed to have changed into a different person, with every move he made, he revealed an air of a master in love, determined to win, which made him completely passive.

Although since the two of them made their words clear half a year ago, Jiang Lang has been a little unscrupulous all day long, exuding his nature, and playing that V on the TV in the living room at every turn, his **** thoughts are clearly revealed.But in fact, because his working hours at the school are fixed from 30:25 am to [-]:[-] pm, he is basically not at home during the day and at night.And Jiang Lang rests at home during the day to draw sketches, but [-] days a month, there are [-] nights to attend the boss's or that manager's dinner party. Although he no longer comes back after two o'clock in the morning, he still has to toss at least until midnight I won't get home until eleven or twelve o'clock, at that time, Meng Yuan has already gone to bed early.

So the two of them had surprisingly little interaction on weekdays.

Meng Yuan decided not to gossip with the other party, Jiang Lang is shameless now, and he must not be able to speak against him.He simply pushed the bowl forward neatly, pulled the key from Jiang Lang's hand, then stood up, walked to the entrance, leaned against the wall and folded his arms, as if to see off the guests.

"Okay, I'll leave as soon as the things are delivered." Jiang Lang made a gesture of surrender and walked past Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan grabbed Jiang Lang's collar again: "If you think too much, take it away." After speaking, he still forced the key back into Jiang Lang's hand.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lang immediately grabbed Meng Yuan's hand and squeezed it gently.Meng Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and then Jiang Lang pressed up like a huge boulder, and kissed Meng Yuan's lips lightly.

Meng Yuan couldn't react in time, he only knew that he had fallen into the trap again, and the key was still put in Jiang Lang's pocket.

Afterwards, that shameless man left like a ghost.

Meng Yuan looked at the open door, and then at the bowls and chopsticks piled up on the dining table, half of his face was dark, and he hated himself for being weak.

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Jiang Lang was in a good mood all the way, and drove to Langyu smoothly.As a result, when he drove the car into the underground garage, a white Chevrolet parked his car next to his parking space.Jiang Lang thought it was someone looking for trouble again, and looked at the driver of the Chevrolet with some dissatisfaction, but the moment he saw the face, he was a little surprised, it was a woman who looked very familiar.

For a moment, Jiang Lang couldn't remember where he had met the other woman, who would make him familiar. He could only say that he was familiar with beautiful women.

But now it's different, familiar, but not interested.

Jiang Lang no longer cared about what happened just now, and directly opened the door to get off the car, but just two steps away, the woman uttered a clear cry:

"Mr. Jiang."

Sure enough, you still know someone?Jiang Lang stopped, turned around in response, and casually glanced at the beautiful woman.

He put on a gentle smile habitually: "What's the matter, Miss?"

"Third Young Master, don't you recognize me?" The woman walked up to Jiang Lang in a few steps on high heels, and put her slender hand on his shoulder.

Jiang Lang thought, I know you, but you just forgot who you are, and you should be beaten if you say that.

"Is this the new era of Porcelain?" Jiang Lang asked with a smile, and then took a step back indistinctly, avoiding the woman's touch.

Seeing this, the woman withdrew her hand embarrassingly, and fiddled with the expensive bag.

Jiang Lang thought that this matter had been settled, and was about to turn around and take the elevator.Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly threw the bag domineeringly on her shoulder, brushed her long hair, and smiled contemptuously:

"Sister is so beautiful and still needs to touch you? Jiang Bulang, it's been many years, but you are still so shameless."

Jiang Lang: ...

Come to think of it, this one seems to be...

"Charlotte." The woman looked annoyed, her eyes half-closed, "You really don't remember me?"

Ex-girlfriend!

In the office, Jiang Lang ordered his assistant to make two cups of tea, and then entertained Charlotte to sit on the sofa first.

"Why did you come here all of a sudden?" he asked.

"Suddenly? I've been here for more than a month." Charlotte first threw her bag on the sofa aggressively, then crossed her legs gracefully, and slowly took a sip from the teacup.

"More than a month? What are you doing?"

Charlotte put down her glass and said contemptuously, "Work, what else can you do? Don't you know your employees?"

Jiang Lang was surprised and unable to refute. Charlotte is indeed a veritable painter. He broke up with her at the beginning because she was going abroad to study art.

He dubiously walked to the desk, took out the employee roster at the bottom, and quickly flipped through a few pages. Sure enough, he saw Charlotte's name.

Charlotte said: "I also just returned to City Z a few months ago. When I saw Langyu grow to such a large size in a year, I wondered if it was a studio opened by someone with the same name. I saw it posted on the Internet. I believed the photo, but I haven't seen you in the company for a month, so I doubt it again."

Jiang Lang asked, "What do you suspect?"

"You can start a company in such a serious way? I'm afraid it's not for someone." Charlotte told the truth.

Jiang Lang coughed twice, unexpectedly you found out.

"It doesn't matter whether you joined Langyu because of me, or because of Langyu's potential. Charlotte, I welcome you to join." Jiang Lang changed the subject and said sincerely.

Closer to home, Charlotte's academic qualifications, character, image and talent as a painter are beyond doubt, which Jiang Lang witnessed a few years ago.So her joining, for Langyu, is absolutely beneficial and harmless.

"Speaking of which," Charlotte suddenly changed her tone seriously, "Someone seems to be staring at Langyu recently."

Jiang Lang was taken aback, was the impact already so serious? Even a newcomer like Charlotte who had just joined the company for a month felt it.

Seeing Jiang Lang's reaction, Charlotte said directly: "Since the company's official blog has followed me, there have been more or less gossips on my Weibo. Anyway, I was idle, so I took a look at the company The Weibo of other artists below, some of which are relatively low in popularity, have already fallen." Charlotte shrugged.

Jiang Lang leaned against the armrest of the sofa, thoughtful.

He patronizes to solve the complaints of new and old customers, but he really doesn't care about the things on Weibo.If what Charlotte said is true, then there must be no coincidence that so many strange things have happened recently, but someone deliberately splashing dirty water on Langyu.

The first few painters in the company were all selected by him through various sources of information and countless relationships. Most of them were young painters with ambition and talent, and it was impossible for them to make disrespectful works. , Perfunctory phenomenon.As for the painters who came to apply for the job later, although he no longer took over and looked at them one by one, they still had to inspect each item of Langyu.

Charlotte looked at the clock on the office wall, it was almost eight o'clock.She took her bag, stood up and greeted Jiang Lang: "Then I'll go to work first, if you need help, call me, the number is the one on the list."

Jiang Lang said yes, but he didn't look up to watch Charlotte leave. He listened to the sound of the office door opening and closing, followed by the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor and walking away.

Two or three weeks later, Jiang Lang and Zhang Wu worked together to finally suppress the public opinion that had been raised frequently during this period.

These days, it is not surprising that there are opponents in business, and it is not uncommon for opponents to have dishonorable methods, as long as they are effective.And Langyu's reputation has indeed declined under this completely passive suppression. As for the new studio, the masses are easily guided by the wind of public opinion.However, there are still many fans of the artist or customers who have placed orders, who believe in Langyu, which makes Jiang Lang and the others feel very relieved.

These days, in addition to the support of loving fans, another person who gave Jiang Lang great power is Meng Yuan.

It's not that Meng Yuan did anything for him, but that he became addicted to teasing Meng Yuan upstairs and downstairs every day.What Charlotte said is right, if someone asks him the original intention of creating Langyu in the future, it will definitely be Meng Yuan.When he was working, whenever he thought of Meng Yuan's angry and helpless look, he couldn't help laughing.Zhang Wuyi worked next to Jiang Lang, every time he saw that strange smile of death, he felt a chill down his back, and silently felt sorry for his shameless little boy at Meng Yuan's booth.

In the early morning, Meng Yuan was sitting on pins and needles in the living room of 501, when there were nightmare footsteps outside the door.Jiang Lang is completely released now. A few days ago, he actually sent a bunch of various hydrogen balloons to his school, filling their office with no place to stay. The reputation is for his students.After such tossing, Meng Yuan didn't see the grade director come to trouble him. When he thought about it, he knew that it must be Jiang Lang's greeting in advance.

Meng Yuan stared intently at the painting on the living room wall again.

The footsteps outside the door changed from far to near, only staying by the door for a while, and then gradually went away.

Um?Not Jiang Lang?

Meng Yuan walked to the entrance, opened the door and looked up the stairs.I saw a man standing on the stairs leading to the sixth floor from the fifth floor, climbing up the stairs.Hearing the sound of Meng Yuan opening the door, he turned around and said hello, saying that he had gone by the wrong way.Meng Yuan nodded and said it was all right, and then wanted to close the door quickly.Unexpectedly, a familiar figure appeared in the next second.

Jiang Lang didn't have a spoiled breakfast this time, he took two steps up the stairs with empty hands, and soon arrived in front of Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan didn't wait for him to speak, and slammed the door shut.

Jiang Lang: ...

The author has something to say:

Sister Charlotte first appeared in the revised Chapter 1, Jiang Qing's words~

And the author will have military training in two days, the update method will be changed to every three days, and it will be hung on the copywriting, here is a report in advance for OTZ

But this article is almost over, so I will definitely not cheat, hug the little angels who read the article, love you