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"Friend - friend? Which friend of mine?" Just as he was talking, Xiang Cun had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

Speaking of that person, Wei Anlan's attitude was very natural: "It's that pretty boy who looks easy to talk, tall and good-looking. Your box is too heavy for me to carry it, so he helped me resist it."

As if Xiang Cun really had such a friend.

"Wait..." It took Xiang Cun a while to regain his thoughts, and he reconfirmed incredulously: "You said my friend helped me look at the luggage?"

Wei Anlan looked confused: "Eh? Isn't it your friend? But he also showed me a photo of the two of you together. Even though I was peeking at other people's privacy, I'm just ashamed..."

"I bought the ticket myself, and I didn't come with any friends. Where did you see the so-called 'my friend'? Did he say what his name was?"

"Oh, yes, he said that if asked, his surname is Meng. Is it Meng Jiangnu who cried on the Great Wall?"

Xiang Cunhui asked: "Then how many Mengs do you think there are as surnames?"

Now that Wei Anlan has given the other party's last name, Xiang Cun should be able to guess who the other party is even with just a strand of hair.

"Then let's do this first. You go for a ride first, and we'll see you later." Xiang Cun ended the call without hesitation, turned his attention away from the phone, and slowly looked at the man who had been sitting beside him.

When he first came in and saw the other party, the other party was wearing a blindfold. Out of habitual thinking, Xiang Cun only regarded him as an ordinary passerby, and didn't think much about it.

Now that Wei Anlan's statement has been integrated, Xiang Cun looks at this person more and more suspiciously.

Xiang Cun took a step back, stood up and looked up, and sure enough, he found that his suitcase was lying on it, and there was a familiar bag next to it.

"..." For a moment, he was speechless,

Isn't this the fucking bag that Meng Hanchu often carries when he goes out?Don't think he can't recognize it just because there are a few badges hanging on it.

Xiang Cun took his seat again, and didn't intend to wake up the person next to him who was pretending to be asleep, so he just closed his eyes and got up.

Xiang Cun was very calm from the beginning to the end, which greatly exceeded the expectations of the people around him. On the contrary, he himself couldn't sit still. He couldn't help but took off a small corner of the blindfold, and quietly observed the people around him from the gap. complexion.

Xiang Cun remained expressionless, but the corners of his mouth kept moving, as if he was chanting words.

What are you thinking about?

The man didn't believe in evil, so he simply took off the blindfold to make his perspective clearer, so that he could observe what Xiang Cun was saying.

After a while, Xiang Cunhu suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze collided with him.

Xiang Cun tilted his head, showing a thoughtful look: "Well...Dameng Chuhan is big."

Meng Hanchu didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught, instead the corners of his mouth raised a hint of arc reservedly: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, it's not the big one, you are the big one."

Xiang Cun's eyes froze, and his eyes became cold: "Then... Mrs. Mango Frappuccino?"

"These two names don't seem very suitable." Meng Hanchu continued to laugh, "It's too outlandish. If you want, I hope you can call me by my name directly."

Xiang Cun had nothing to do, he lazily raised his chin, and said in a light tone, "Meng Hanchu."

"I think it would be better to remove the surname." For example, it would be good to be called Han Chu.

Meng Hanchu's heart continued to push forward and come up with more titles "play".

Xiang Cun didn't hide his surprise, and asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

As if thinking of something dirty, Xiang Cun's eyes were full of vigilance: "You won't follow me, will you?"

Meng Hanchu immediately explained: "It was Li Huaigui who told me, so I asked him to buy one for me as well."

"Oh, that's it." Xiang Cun responded with a lack of interest, turned his head and turned his attention to other places.

As soon as the news on Weibo is refreshed, there are many more posts, and there are many posts and replies among them. Xiang Cun usually reads the posts or replies one by one, but most of the time he has not replied to the messages.

When you click on Aite, dozens of messages pop up immediately, and the notification sound sounds like a variation of a piece of music.

It was only then that Xiang Cun discovered that these posts were all from the fans of Meng Hanchu's Weibo.

More precisely, it should be Meng Hanchu's former Weibo fans.

Since Meng Hanchu left, all social accounts such as Weibo, Zhihu.com, Renren, and Tencent QQ have been refurbished. However, Meng Hanchu is not very active with the new account. The weibo in the sundries storage room only has less than a thousand followers.

And some of the followers were transferred from Xiang Cun's Weibo fans.

Meng Hanchu's "Mango Frappuccino" Weibo account now has a lot of fans, almost two to three times the number of Xiang Cun's current fans.

Over the years, the number of fans of Mango Frappuccino has not decreased with the departure of the owner. On the contrary, it has increased by tens of thousands compared with five years ago. This kind of growth is also very flattering.

When Meng Hanchu saw that Xiang Cun had been staring at the phone with his head buried in his phone, and he seemed to be indifferent to him, he couldn't help but feel his heart twitch.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make the topic clear.

He asked: "How is Cuncun now?",

After listening a lot, Xiang Cun can already perfectly distinguish which Cuncun is calling himself and which Cuncun is calling Meng Hanchu's beloved cat.

Xiang Cun casually clicked on the video he had carefully filmed for Mr. Cun not long ago, and showed it to Meng Hanchu: "It's pretty good, but the food is a bit too much. It almost cost me all my money."

"It's okay, I'll give you the money, don't worry." Meng Hanchu promised with his arms across his chest.

Xiang Cun stared deeply at Meng Hanchu for a few moments, and asked inquiringly, "What are you going to do in City C?"

"I don't do anything, I just want to accompany you~" Meng Hanchu said.

As the saying goes, stretch out your hand and don't hit a smiling face, Xiang Cun thinks it makes sense,

Looking at Meng Hanchu now, he really wanted to hit someone, but seeing his slightly tired smile, he couldn't bear to do anything to him.

Xiang Cun's eyes became a little strange: "Are you okay?"

Meng Hanchu responded casually: "I'm fine, what else can I do next to you?"

"That's not what I want to ask, can't you just say it directly?"

Doesn't this man have anything to explain to him?

Xiang Cun is not a fool, he has known Meng Hanchu's feelings for him for a long time, and he has to admit that he really likes Meng Hanchu.

Getting along with Meng Hanchu at the beginning may have been just a habit, but after so long, not only the habit has become deeply ingrained, but the opening of the knot in his heart also made Xiang Cun willing to open his heart to accept new feelings.

But the premise is that two people must first have the most basic trust.

Xiang Cun was waiting for an explanation from him, no matter how he explained it, as long as the other party was willing to say it, he was willing to believe and accept it.

And he himself still owed the Mango Frappuccino, and owed Meng Hanchu countless apologies.

"I'm sorry about what happened before." Xiang Cun lowered his head slightly, not wanting Meng Hanchu to look directly into his eyes.

Meng Hanchu said in a low voice: "If you mean those old things on the Internet, then I can tell you responsibly that those things have long passed in my eyes, and those things are not worth mentioning to me. My regret is that I couldn't talk to you until I had the operation."

"I'm sorry, if I had known about you, I would never have been so impulsive at that time. I would not have attacked those fans who liked you with words, and I would not have blacklisted you. At the time, I still wanted to die of old age. Forget about not being in touch with each other, anyway, I just met on the Internet...I'm so stupid, really."

Xiang Cun turned his head, restrained the emotions that were churning in his heart, and tried his best to calm down his mood.

"But then I was quite glad that I didn't look for you at the last moment. When I was on the operating table, I kept telling myself that I haven't had time to reconnect with you, so how can I say goodbye in advance?"

What Meng Hanchu said was calm and breezy, lightly passing over the torture he had suffered.His voice sounded like he was joking, but the expression on his face was extremely serious.

Xiang Cunwen turned his head and looked at Meng Hanchu in surprise.

Looking at Meng Hanchu affectionately for a few seconds, Xiang Cun felt goosebumps all over his body, quickly moved his eyes away, and muttered to himself: "I don't think it's so good to see you now."

"What's wrong? Try it and you'll know if it's good."

"what......"

Xiang Cun was stunned.Meng Hanchu's cheek in sight was getting closer and closer to him, and before he could react, the other's soft lips had already brushed against his ear pinna and touched his cheek lightly.

Like a dragonfly touching the water, ripples are rippling on the calm and waveless lake, lingering and lingering.

It's like tasting the sweetness and coolness of ice cream on the tip of the tongue in the scorching sun.

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That's all for this pair for the time being. There should be a Chinese New Year extravaganza in my brain, but this can be considered after the extravagant stew. This pair will be like this first~

And, there is no favorite, no reply, I want to end it directly, so be it, no more writing.I will fill in the rest of the stories in other articles one by one. It is not that I have given up on them, but that they are no longer suitable for this post.