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"Now that the world is in chaos and the court is in ruins, it is better to revolt with King Chang, or have a chance to accomplish something..."

"Crack."

The female voice who shouted "Ka" was a little hoarse. Huang Yao, who was wearing a gray suit, frowned and stood up, looking at the young woman holding the script.

Meng Liangren also got up and patted the withered grass leaves on his body, which was "clicked" seven or eight times.

She and Su Yu back then were both young directors. Shao Ling's style was quite different from Su Yu's, at least she couldn't open her mouth to fire, but the pressure she endured was the same.

Shao Ling was more tired than everyone present, and she had a stronger personality. Although she said she was supervised by Shao Changfeng, she refused to really hand over the responsibility to her father, and she had to shoot something.

She was facing the two people in front of her, and her mouth was dry when she wanted to say something, but she felt that she couldn't just say it, so she opened her mouth for a long time, and finally said: "You two, practice facing each other before going on camera. , I couldn’t continue shooting like this at the beginning.”

She still doesn't know the quarrel between Meng Liangren and Huang Yao before, even if she knows, it is necessary to cultivate a tacit understanding now.

"Today... let's go here first."

After speaking, everyone was ready to call it a day.The place is remote and the temperature is low. The drinking water for the actors is supplied by a large thermos next to it.

Meng Liangren recited his lines seven or eight times, and his mouth was dry. Cheney woke up early with a bad cold and couldn't even get up, let alone accompany him to the set.He also went to fetch water by himself, and happened to meet Huang Yao who was also there.

The two had a rare meeting outside the play, and Meng Liangren took a second look, and had to say that this person was indeed good looking, no wonder he was picked out by Gao Yang at a glance.

He first made a pot of hot water, and was about to go back with the pot in hand, when he was shoulder to shoulder with Huang Yao, he heard him say, "I apologize to you."

Meng Liangren belatedly turned his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "To me?"

Huang Yao turned his head and glared at him: "Didn't you tell him to distance himself from me? It's a trick that makes people look down on you."

Meng Liangren suddenly felt that this person was also quite interesting.Even if you have a good face and figure, the entertainment industry is not so easy to mess with. If you don’t have a background or you simply have a solid foundation, everyone hopes to be able to have both sides. For a photo like Huang Yao’s enmity with others, it can be regarded as using affection Quite deep.

He said: "He has acted so clearly, why did you hang yourself on a tree." Besides, Uncle Fang was still there, the two of them didn't say anything, in fact, in the eyes of outsiders, it was already recognized .

Huang Yao said: "What do you know? You don't understand even if you tell me... You are the kind of person."

Meng Liangren asked, "What kind of person am I?"

Huang Yao probably has been frustrated for the past six months, and he is also a little depressed, he is not as indifferent to people as he used to be: "A person like you is used to being praised by many stars, how did you know that brother Qing was kind to me back then. "

He was saddened by the person he liked, and even his beautiful eyebrows lost two points of color.Meng Liangren, who was on the sidelines, really couldn't empathize with him. Although he had been in love several times, he only loved the looks and figures of those young girls, which was too superficial. satisfy them materially.

So he could only spread his hands and said: "I don't know how good he is to you, but these should be things in the past. You apologized just now for the grievances between the two of us. Although it was not sincere, I reluctantly accepted it." .”

"However, as an outsider, I would like to remind you that the people behind Zhang Qing are not something you can offend. You should step back as soon as possible to avoid getting into trouble."

He wasn't exaggerating, Fang Hongjian's desire to control, even now Zhang Qing was probably protecting Huang Yao on purpose, otherwise he would have been beaten to death.

Huang Yao didn't speak, and Meng Liangren didn't have time to wait for his answer, so he turned and left.

Back at the residence, Cheney was still huddled under the blanket, and Meng Liangren put the things on the cabinet, and went over to touch his forehead for him: "The fever has subsided a lot, I brought you dinner back, put it in the microwave to heat up later eat."

Cheney said in a low voice, "No, I'll do it again."

Meng Liangren was surprised: "You still go out to eat like this?"

Cheney sat up wrapped in a quilt, took a tissue, blew his nose and said, "A little brother came to see you, but the set is too remote and the road is hard to point out, so I left after sitting for a while. I said we have lunch here." No, he also borrowed the kitchen to cook us dinner, here, yours is in the microwave."

"He's handsome, he has a gentle smile, and he can cook..."

Speaking of this, Cheney almost cried: "Compared to him, the kitchen makes dog food! By the way, he said his name is Cong Rong. He took the train to Linchuan today and stopped by to see you. I thought you were filming today. Night play, who knew you would come back so early."

Meng Liangren contacted Cong Rong years ago. He has been an intern at the stock exchange for almost four months. The specific situation has not been clarified, but it should be good.

He brought out two dishes and one soup from the microwave, put them on the small table, sat down and broke open the disposable wooden chopsticks, and tasted them.Well, it is indeed Cong Rong's craftsmanship.

After finishing dinner in twos and twos, he let Cheney lie down and went outside to make a phone call.

Cong Rong didn't seem to have changed, his tone was still gentle, but his voice was lower than before.

"Brother asked you to go back, you resigned in a hurry, the burden is heavy, right?"

"It's okay." The other end replied as usual, "It's you, Fourth Young Master, the filming location is so remote, and the food and accommodation are not good, why don't you ask someone at home to take care of you?"

Meng Liangren laughed and said, "You should be in the old society. Why do you go out and serve someone else?"

Cong Rong sighed and said, "It's all my fault. Back then, Young Master brought me into Meng's house because he wanted me to take care of you..."

"All right, all right, how many times have you said that?" Meng Liangren listened to his babbling like an old lady, and it was hard to imagine how he could excel in a place where there was open competition like a stock exchange.

He changed the subject: "Where do you live now?"

"Oh, the hotel here in the city, do you want me to come over?"

"It's so late now." Meng Liangren looked at his watch, "I'll come out, you came by coincidence, tomorrow is free, I'll take you to my apartment now."

They haven't seen each other for more than half a year, and the other end smiled happily: "Okay, but if you drive in the suburbs at night, you should be careful."

This large film and television base is not far from Wanxi, Meng Liangren simply went to pick up Cong Rong, loaded his luggage into the car, and drove to Wanxi instead.

It was almost early morning when they arrived at the apartment, and the two of them entered the door lightly, afraid of disturbing Meng Jun's rest.

Garfield and Odie were woken up, saw a stranger coming in, and came out of the nest vigilantly.Meng Liangren made a silent gesture to them: "Sleep with you."

Putting the luggage in the living room for the time being, he dug out the spare toothbrush and towel, and the two of them washed up briefly. Meng Liangren thought for a while and said, "The guest room hasn't been furnished yet. You can sleep with me tonight. A bed is enough." Can sleep well."

Naturally, Cong Rong had nothing to do, so he took off his coat and changed into loose clothes. The two of them lay side by side, talking one after another before they fell asleep.

"Young Master's engagement banquet, I was busy with work, so I didn't have time to take a look..."

"There's nothing to see. Besides, don't you want to go back now? Brother told you to go back, did he tell you what to do?"

"No. But the young master suddenly asked me to go back. You must entrust me with something important." Cong Rong looked at the ceiling, and his boss felt sorry for him. He said that with his ability, he would have a chance of promotion soon, but he didn't think so. What, there are countless opportunities in the world, but kindness must be repaid.

In addition to kindness, there is also that little selfishness.

"Fourth Young Master, I..." He couldn't help turning his head, looking at the profile of Meng Liangren's handsome profile, only to find that his eyes were closed and he was already asleep.

Cong Rong opened his mouth and stared silently. Even if he was awake, it would be difficult to say what was in his heart.

The two of them were so tired that they overslept a little the next day. Meng Jun got up in the morning and saw that the door of Meng Liang's bedroom was closed, so he grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

When I opened the door, I saw two people sleeping on the bed.

Cong Rong felt light, woke up first, saw the young man standing motionless at the door, looked carefully, and then recognized him: "Young master?"

Meng Jun stared at him coldly, and Cong Rong felt inexplicably hostile, but he didn't know why: "We came back last night, so we were afraid to wake you up, so..."

"none of my business."

Meng Jun dropped his words and turned to leave.Before Cong Rong knew it, Meng Liangren woke up when he heard the voice, sat up in a daze, and asked, "What time is it in the morning?"

Cong Rong took a look at the phone and said, "Eight o'clock."

"Oh." Meng Liangren sat for a while, got up and got out of bed and dressed, "I'm hungry, let's have breakfast."

Cong Rong followed him down and said, "The young master came to the door just now, stood there for a while and then left."

"Meng Jun?" Meng Liangren stamped his buttoned hands, and went out of the bedroom door, "Meng Jun, aren't you in class today?"

When he walked into the living room, he saw Meng Jun sitting on a small wooden chair, pouring cat food for Garfiodi's food plate. Hearing this, he raised his head and stared at him indifferently, then lowered his head, and stroked the cat's head.

Usually he only came back once every half a month, Meng Jun didn't show his face, but being able to say a few more words proved that he was in a good mood, what happened today?

Seeing this scene, Cong Rong, who followed closely, couldn't say anything, so he said, "I'll go to the kitchen and have a look, let's make some breakfast."

Meng Liangren turned back and said, "Okay, see if there is anything you can do, if you don't have it, go down and buy it."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said word by word: "Meng Jun, you haven't answered my question yet."

Meng Jun looked at him and said, "I want to ask you too."

"Asked me what?"

Meng Jun thought of the scene he saw just now, and thought of hearing the conversation between these two people, they were so familiar, as if they had been living together all along.

Aren't you mine, aren't you mine alone?