Teacher Meng wanted to hit someone after hearing this

poisonous?

When Meng Yuan realized Zhang Wuyi's identity at the first moment, he only had these two words in his mind.

Although it was already a year ago, but because of the inexplicable fainting in the bar at the time, it made him very unbelievable for a while, so now it is still fresh in his memory.

However, there are many reasons why Zhang Wuyi's hair color is too eye-catching.

He instinctively believed that the coma had something to do with the boss of the seabed, and this incident indirectly caused him to say a lot to Jiang Lang the next day, which is extremely embarrassing now that he thinks about it.

Therefore, Meng Yuan had a very bad impression of him.

Jiang Lang didn't know how to explain Zhang Wuyi's stay at his house, and the fact that he and Zhang Wuyi had known each other for a while.

No, it should mean that he knew Zhang Wuyi, but it was nothing.

The point is how to prevent Meng Yuan from associating with what he did and what Zhang Wuyi did.

"I..." Jiang Lang said with difficulty.

"The one inside is the owner of the Seabed Bar?" Meng Yuan interrupted him and asked.

Jiang Lang pretended to be surprised: "You know him?"

Meng Yuan smiled lightly: "Boss Zhang, who doesn't know you?" Pretend, continue to pretend for me.

He saw that Jiang Lang had been thieves, and he was able to invite people to his house when the house was in such a mess.

The relationship between the two is evident.

But in fact, looking at it from another perspective, Jiang Lang's living room is not so messy and unsightly——

That is to say, the drawers were opened, and the table and sofa on the ground were filled with white documents, declaring that all of them were killed in battle.And the empty water glass is upside down, the flowerless vase is upside down, the trash can is upside down without garbage...

Well, it's still messy.

Jiang Lang fell into Meng Yuan's trap, and thought angrily, you didn't even know me back then, but you actually knew him as a bar owner?

He said impulsively, "He is not a good person."

Meng Yuan said: "It's not a good person, you brought him into your home?"

Jiang Lang: "..." Powerless to defend.

"...There is something wrong with the studio." Jiang Lang said weakly.

"He who runs the bar has nothing to do with you, right?" Meng Yuan said.

"Yes, for example..."

Before Jiang Lang finished speaking, he heard an exaggerated cough coming from the room behind him: "Ahem! Ahem!!"

He remembered the purpose of calling Zhang Wuyi here today. The other party was reminding him that there was no time to delay any longer, so hurry up.

He had no choice but to go to the table, gather together the documents on the table and the sofa, and sort out a space as big as one person for Meng Yuan to sit down.

Then he grabbed the glass and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for him: "You sit down first, I still have a few sentences with him. I will explain to you later." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the study.

Meng Yuan turned to Jiang Lang's back and said, "No need to explain, I already know it."

"288," he said.

When Jiang Lang heard this, he stopped in his tracks, but he didn't turn his head back, and only let out a barely audible sound: "En."

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Zhang Wu saw that Jiang Lang was still not coming back, and just as he was about to cough twice, the door suddenly slammed open.He confiscated it all at once, and in addition to being frightened, he suddenly choked himself and coughed loudly.

Jiang Lang didn't feel sorry for Fa Xiao at all, and said ruthlessly: "Cough twice, it's enough, I'm not done with you."

Zhang Wu's face was flushed, and while coughing, he wanted to cry but felt bitter.

Jiang Lang said, "Have you found the person behind it?"

Zhang Wu beat his chest with his small fists to calm down, took out a document from the briefcase beside him and handed it to Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang took the envelope and opened it, taking out a few sheets of paper from inside.

The first page is a resume. This man named Wang Quan is only two years older than Jiang Lang, but the photo in the document looks like a man who is running for four, with a kidney deficiency appearance.

"Is that cowardly?"

Zhang Wuyi finally survived, rested for a while, and then said: "Yeah, just this cowardice, almost suppressed your Langyu so much that he couldn't get up."

Jiang Lang frowned and read through the next few sheets of paper roughly, and then came to a conclusion: "Impossible. It's not him."

Zhang Wuyi said: "Don't you know, his father is Yueming Entertainment..."

Jiang Lang snorted coldly and interrupted Zhang Wuyi: "Which onion is Yueming?"

Zhang Wu opened his mouth, but was speechless, and suddenly remembered that Jiang Lang always said that the sea floor was a small broken bar, and he was always talking about it.

At that time, I felt that the other party was just saying it casually, just joking, but now it seems that he may really think so...

He suddenly felt a little depressed.

Although Zhang Wuyi usually doesn't talk about it, in fact, he has always been a little complacent about the business he does.

It only took a few years to occupy a place here in Z City, with considerable money, contacts, and career.

Although he doesn't have much right to speak at the moment, he is still young after all, and there is still a long way to go.

But looking at Jiang Lang now, he is the same age as him - obviously before, he had been eating and drinking all day long.

But for more than a year, I said work and work.Even if the motive is not pure, it can make the studio look good, and even attract the hostility of someone who doesn't know.

It would be a lie to say that I am not jealous, but it is more of admiration.

From the above, it can be seen that Jiang Lang's connections are not just superficial.Not to mention his personal painting level, many people are willing to do Jiang Lang a favor and create momentum when Langyu's future development is completely uncertain.

Don't reject the opportunity of selling favors that Jiang Sanshao gave for nothing.

And once Langyu's first shot is fired, the following customers will naturally come up continuously.

Zhang Wu can't be blamed for thinking so much.Yueming Entertainment is currently one of the top ten entertainment companies in China. It mainly involves various activities in film and television.Although Jianglang's studio and Yueming's development direction are not in the same direction, in terms of scale alone, Langyu is far, far behind.

But if you add Jiang's name, it will be completely different...

Zhang Wu opened his mouth and said, "Then what do you mean, boss?"

Jiang Lang said: "I mean, with such a big show, how could Yueming be free to fight with me in a small studio."

Zhang Wuyi: "..." I think highly of you brother, I think too much.

"There is a reason for everything. Spreading rumors for no reason will do them no good. And Langyu and Yueming don't have any intersecting interests, so it can only be that this person has something against us." Jiang Lang analyzed.

Zhang Wuyi said: "There's no way you can't offend others when doing things outside."

Jiang Lang: "But it depends on how big or small the offense is, whether it will make people want to take revenge at any cost. It seems that if he makes such a move, he is completely against Langyu, me and you. We will definitely not let him go."

"However, like the time before my car was scratched by someone I didn't know, I was very angry at the time, but I didn't bother to find out the person afterwards. Because it wasn't worth the price."

After listening to Jiang Lang's words, Zhang Wuyi was silent for two seconds: "I understand what you mean. So behind this there must be..."

"If you understand, don't waste any more time. Quickly get something for me to check! I didn't pay you for you to dawdle in your boss's study!" Before Zhang Wu could finish speaking, Jiang Lang took the briefcase in his hand Putting it in his arms, he pushed him towards the door of the study.

But as soon as Zhang Wu knew, the subtext of this passage was definitely that Jiang Lang couldn't wait to see Meng Yuan outside.

Jiang·true·handsome for less than three seconds·loves his wife·does not waver·lang.

"When you go out later, you have to pretend that you don't have a good relationship with me, that you don't know me very well." Jiang Lang did not forget to ask.

Zhang Wuyi gave him a thumbs up. With so many dramas, Jiang Bulang and Yueming's best actor won't let you really bury the talent.

After opening the door, Meng Yuan was indeed sitting on the sofa in the living room.It's just that the scene in front of him has changed.The cup was lifted up, the vase was lifted up, the trash can was lifted up, the documents on the table... are still there, but they have been neatly stacked in their original places.

Jiang Lang knew that it must be Meng Yuan who was afraid to put them all away, and he would not be able to find them if he used them again.

Oh my god, my wife couldn't be more caring.

At that moment, spring blossoms in Jiang Lang's heart, but he didn't know that this was actually the calm before the storm...

Meng Yuan heard the sound of the study door lock, looked up, and saw Zhang Wuyi walking out first.

I saw Zhang Wu turned his green hair, smiled politely at him, and then walked towards the gate, followed by Jiang Lang from the study.

Meng Yuan stood up and walked forward, quietly pulling Jiang Lang from behind.

Jiang Lang froze and stopped in place.

As soon as Zhang Wu walked to the door, he said to Jiang Lang distantly, "Boss Jiang, see you next time."

Jiang Lang slandered in his heart, what kind of drama did this guy add to himself?Next time, he could see that Zhang Wuyi was deliberately tricking him, for fear that Meng Yuan would not be able to see that he was faking it.

Jiang Lang stood still: "Boss Zhang, go slowly."

Zhang Wuyi seemed to think there wasn't enough drama, turned around and smiled at Meng Yuan, then opened the door and left.

Jiang Lang's face darkened, and just as he wanted to see Meng Yuan's expression, he heard a pop in the air the next second.

Jiang Lang covered his right cheek, his left cheek was dazed.

wife.Why did you hit your husband.

Meng Yuan said, "You know."

what do you know?I have no idea.

"In our line of work, we usually suffer a lot from working during the day."

This sentence is a bit familiar...

"So, after get off work, if you don't control your temper well, you will hit, hit, hit, and hit those around you."

Jiang Lang: "..." Slip!

Meng Yuan withdrew his arms and said, "That time at the sea bed bar, don't tell me, I passed out because of you."

Jiang Lang immediately said, "Okay, I won't tell you."

Meng Yuan felt his temples throbbing, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and met him with a critical blow.

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Recovery day update.