After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

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Wen Yueming was slightly stunned, adjusted his sitting posture, put his elbows on the edge of the table, crossed his fingers, and looked at Jiang Yan probingly, "What you said also applies to you, he is not your person, if you can get back together, you won't leave up to now."

"I'm different from you." Jiang Yanren leaned back and said casually: "I'm still young, if I can't catch up in five years, then ten years, I have a lot of time."

Five years or ten years is no problem, he is young and rich, and he can afford both time and money.

Wen Yue Mingguan's smile disappeared, and he loosened the collar of his shirt with one hand, "Jiang Yan, the two of you have completely different personalities, and there will always be someone who is wronged."

Jiang Yan folded his arms and stared at him, "People change, I will change for the better, and I will make Cheng Jianyu look back."

"A twisted melon is not sweet." Wen Yueming took a sip of tea calmly.

Jiang Yan chuckled lightly, "Coincidentally, I don't like sweets."

As soon as the words were finished, the closed box door opened, Cheng Jianyu walked in, sat back in his seat with a blank expression, took out a few pieces of paper, wiped his wet fingertips, and ate slowly.

The atmosphere on the table was stagnant for a while, Jiang Yan and Wen Yueming looked at each other intriguingly, as if two ropes were slowly tightened between the eyes, competing with each other, no one spoke for a long time.

Cheng Jianyu noticed something strange. From the moment Jiang Yan got into the car, everything made him uncomfortable today. He tried his best to ignore the discomfort and maintain a calm surface. He held the silver fork with his well-defined hands, and his posture was pleasing to the eye, enjoying the food calmly.

Wen Yueming lowered his head and smiled, raised his cocktail glass, and broke the silence, "Jiang Yan, we haven't had a drink for a long time, let's clink glasses, thank you for what you did in Ethiopia."

"You're welcome, you should help me." Jiang Yan clinked his glasses, squinting at Cheng Jianyu, who lowered his head and was silent.

Wen Yueming swallowed his wine, turned his head to the side, and looked at Cheng Jianyu, "Thanks to Xiaoyan, a batch of local Chinese were sent back to China this time. They are very grateful and sent a silk banner to Xiaoyan."

Cheng Jianyu raised his head and met the eyes of the two people. Jiang Yan was scorching hot, and Wen Yueming was as bright as the spring breeze. He lowered his head again and said softly "um".

Jiang Yan's hands on the edge of the table tightened, his eyes turned to Wen Yueming, and he said with a half-smile: "Efforts are nothing, compared to your hard work, dedication, and five years of serving the disadvantaged. It's nothing."

"Goodness has no size, what you do is kindness, Xiao Yan, you have grown up." Wen Yueming smiled slightly.

Jiang Yan's jaw line tightened, and his dark eyes narrowed, "I still have a lot of shortcomings, and I have to learn a lot from you."

Wen Yueming's eyelids drooped slightly, looking harmless to humans and animals, "Humility is the highest virtue, you have already learned it."

Sudden compliments to each other, just now the tit-for-tat two people reached a harmony, Cheng saw that Yu Yun was in a fog, and he was inexplicable.

What he doesn't understand is that men's competition is everywhere. Wen Yueming is magnanimous and doesn't care about Jiang Yan's recklessness. He even helps Cheng Jianyu in front of Cheng Jianyu, showing a gentleman's demeanor. Wen Yueming stole all the limelight.

It was dark outside, the lights were dim, and the meal was tasteless. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Cheng Jianyu returned home. The Shanghai market was humid and cold in winter. He turned on the air conditioner, filled the bathtub with water, and lay down slowly in a daze. Watch as the mist rises and turns into tiny droplets on the ceiling.

Suddenly I felt that maybe Yan Rong was right. He might be a person who is incapable of love and cannot feel the joy and happiness brought by feelings. The happiness and happiness that ordinary people feel in a relationship is like a stone thrown into a deep pool of water for him. , can't hit any splash.

Even when he was with Jiang Yan, he didn't even feel the pain. When Jiang Yan went too far, he would feel a little reconciled, like the anger of being bitten by his own dog.

His heart was like a withered and decaying beehive. Jiang Yan and Wen Yueming tried to extract honey from it, but they might only get the disgusting corpse of the bug.

Cheng Jianyu scooped up water, poured it on his head, and stroked his forehead with his hands, revealing a smooth and full forehead, then giggled and said to himself: "Cheng Jianyu, what do you mean by hurting the spring and sorrowing the autumn here, looking at yourself in self-pity?" ? '

It's really boring. If life is to be described by the title of a book, his book should be called "Les Miserables". He has never met his parents. According to his grandma, his father is ostentatious and owes usury loans. , It made his grandfather mad at him to death.

Married to a woman, he was restless, continued to gamble outside, and got into trouble with local snakes. They wanted his leg, which scared him away from his wife with a swollen belly, and ran away overnight. After that, he disappeared like a world. Grandma Cheng Jianyu said that he should He died, but it's a pity he didn't die at home, otherwise the ashes could be used as fertilizer.

Cheng Jianyu really wanted to meet the woman who gave birth to him, and ask him why she gave birth to herself and why she didn't want him.

Gaining is only temporary, and losing seems to be the normal state of his life.

The phone on the shelf next to it flickered, and the light lit up the night. Cheng Jianyu touched it and turned on the screen.

Text message from Wen Yueming: "Good night, kid."

Cheng Jianyu exhaled slowly, and replied, "Good night, Mr. Wen."

The police officially reported that the matter of Wang Zhen being imprisoned became a big melon at the end of the year. I thought it was an idol drama, but I didn't expect it to be the ups and downs of the entertainment industry. , It’s really gone viral, and the headlines of major portal sites are all photos of Wang Zhen wearing an orange vest, holding a sign, and standing in front of the height line.

Very face-to-face.

The wall collapses and everyone pushes it, and the drum breaks and thousands of people beat it. This principle remains unchanged. Marketing accounts have dug deep into Wang Zhen. If you don’t look at it, you won’t know it. It’s frightening. This is a huge potato. The more you dig, the bigger it gets. , Bottomless, Wang Zhen is not only a legal barista, but after he terminated his contract with Xitang, he turned into a signed artist of Yingjin Media Entertainment.

Yingjin Media is a small company, and everyone is familiar with the leading artists. Zhou Jueqing, the ten-gold box office poison, Yingjin Media took the risk of offending the media giant Xitang and took Wang Zhen home. What is the intention behind Yingjin Media? ?

The general public was so curious that the marketing account decided to dig down to see how big this potato was.

As the Spring Festival approached, Cheng Jianyu gave Chen Kai and An An an early vacation, bought some supplements for the elderly, and booked a plane ticket to go home to spend the New Year with grandma.

His hometown is located in a small county in Wuyue, which is considered half a tourist city. In recent years, the economic conditions have developed rapidly, and everyone’s pockets have bulged. After his grandmother retired, she opened a tea shop, and her life is simple and contented.

Knowing that Cheng Jianyu was going home for the Spring Festival, Wen Yueming offered to see him off with a smile. Since getting along strangely that day, they have been in frequent contact on WeChat, chatting about movies and books in their spare time, and saying good night to each other every day. Wen Yueming didn't deliberately urge him. But Cheng Jianyu always had a lump in his heart.

Everyone outside the airport was wrapped up like a fluffy bear. Cheng Jianyu put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and saw Wen Yueming get out of the car, wearing a delicate navy blue suit and a meticulous black woolen coat. The plaid scarf, tall and elegant, looks like a model for the cover of a fashion magazine among the crowd of people coming and going.

People have to pay attention to him.

Cheng Jianyu dragged his suitcase, strode over, looked him up and down, nodded and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen is too handsome today."

The corner of Wen Yueming's mouth hooked slightly, "Your mouth is so sweet, have you eaten candy?"

Cheng Jianyu turned the suitcase, sat down, and teased: "I can't praise you if I don't eat candy?"

"Of course." Wen Yueming looked at him with lowered eyes, his eyes swept over his ear tips that were blown red by the cold wind, and his white skin turned red like a rabbit, "Is it cold?"

Without waiting for his answer, Wen Yueming untied the scarf with his hands, wrapped it around Cheng Jianyu's neck, and tied it in a beautiful knot slowly. His warm fingers touched Cheng Jianyu's cold cheek from time to time, and the familiar smell wrapped Cheng Jianyu's breath, which caught him off guard.

"Thank you." Cheng Jianyu raised his head and said softly.

Wen Yueming admired his masterpiece, "What direction do you want for the New Year's gift? I will give it to you when you come back."

The scarf was warm and pressed the skin warmly. Cheng Jianyu coughed a few times, lowered his head and loosened the scarf, "Anything is fine."

Wen Yueming looked at him, there was light snow like salt grains floating in the sky, and Cheng Jianyu's side face was more beautiful against it, the outline was clear and clean, purer than snow, his eyebrows and eyes were not amazing, but they were very attractive, like a bottle of preserved red wine, The more you taste it, the more wonderful it becomes.

Wen Yueming sighed softly from the bottom of his heart, stretched out his hand to rub Cheng Jianyu's fluffy hair, and swept the snowflakes off the tips of his hair, "Jian Yu, I lied to you about something."

After thinking about it, he decided to tell Cheng Jianyu that white lies are also lies, and sincerity and frankness are the prerequisites for communication.

Although it is not good for him, competition is meaningless if the information is not fair.

Cheng Jianyu turned his head and asked with a chuckle, "What's the matter?"

Wen Yueming was silent for a moment, and said in a calm voice: "Jiang Yan was seriously injured in Esai because he saved me. The scars on his temples and the broken leg were caused by me. The reason why he kept it from you was because of me. Jiang Yan asked again and again."

The explosion caused countless small wounds. When Jiang Yan entered the operating room of the local hospital, the original color of his clothes could not be seen clearly. He clutched his sleeves tightly, gasping for breath in pain, and his face was pale. Knowing that, Jiang Yan didn't want Cheng Jianyu to repeat the same mistakes and suffer from guilt.

Perhaps, a little proud and conceited, Jiang Yan wants Cheng Jianyu's sincere love, not guilt and pity.

The author has something to say: I’m traveling outside today, it’s even later) Wearing a mask to climb a mountain is simply torture.