Popular ex-boyfriends are begging me to get back together

The two fought openly and secretly on the stage last night. They never expected that they would see each other again after less than 24 hours.

The sadness on Xie Zhao's face quickly subsided, and he asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Meng Zang'an is gentle and elegant, but his words are as sharp as a knife: "Mr. Xie, what right does he have to ask me like this? Today is my date with Zhenzhen. You came to the door rashly and still linger, isn't it appropriate?"

Xie Zhao couldn't help looking at Song Zhen: "Zhenzhen!"

Meng Zang'an also said, "Zhenzhen, just tell him the truth and make him give up."

Song Zhen had already retreated to the door of the kitchen with the takeaway in her arms. Hearing this, he said, "I thought the two of you didn't have much fun arguing on stage yesterday, so I made an appointment at another place today."

"Come on, the stage is here for you, let's fight! Just don't break anything."

Both froze.

"Don't fight, right?" Song Zhen put down the lunch box, "Can you put away your inexplicable self-confidence and listen to me?"

"No matter what the reason was for breaking up, since we broke up, I have no plan to get back together."

"Zhenzhen!"

Song Zhen didn't pay attention to it at all, and then said: "I think that during the relationship, I didn't do anything to be sorry to the two of you, so you two should count it as a good deed, and don't come to me again in the future."

"That's all I can say, you can fight if you like, and remember to close the door for me after the fight."

After he finished speaking, he walked directly to his room without looking at the reactions of the two of them.

"Zhenzhen!" Xie Zhao grabbed his hand, "Zhenzhen, I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong..."

He knew that no matter what he said today, it was useless, so he said, "Anyway, Zhenzhen, don't be impulsive. We will discuss the matter of the studio in a long-term way, and we will talk about it when you return to the company."

After speaking, he took another look at Song Zhen before leaving.

But Xie Zhao left, but Meng Zang'an didn't move.

Song Zhen said angrily: "Your task is completed, why don't you leave?"

Meng Zang'an was not angry because of his tone, he took out a box from behind him, and when he opened it, it turned out to be the trophy of the Golden Crane Award.

Song Zhen was stunned.

Meng Zang'an said: "You didn't get the trophy when you left yesterday. The organizing committee found me. After all, this is your honor. They still hope to give it to you."

Song Zhen took the heavy trophy from him.

He was so mad yesterday that he even forgot the trophy.

After some twists and turns, this hard-won honor finally came back to him.

Song Zhen held the trophy, feeling ups and downs.

Meng Zang'an didn't bother him.

Probably because he got up a little late, a strand of dull hair was raised on the top of Song Zhen's head.

At this time, he didn't have the aggressive look of last night, no fancy clothes, his thin body wrapped in a T-shirt, looked more delicate and weak, who would have imagined that he was such a tough person.

Such an extreme contrast is particularly moving on him.

Meng Zang'an wanted to reach out to touch him, but the thought came to him, but he stopped himself.

He knew it wasn't time yet.

Song Zhen came back to his senses, he had clear grievances and grievances, even though Meng Zang'an did something bad, but for the sake of bringing the trophy to him, it is still worth a "thank you".

Seeing his serious expression, Meng Zang'an was slightly suffocated.

He knew Song Zhen's character, and he also knew that he was soft but not hard.

He also knew that this was a good opportunity to win Song Zhen's favor, but when facing those clear eyes, he gave up.

"Now that the trophy has been delivered, I'm leaving."

Song Zhen was a little surprised by his straightforward attitude, but he couldn't wait to open the door immediately and pretend to see off the guests.

Meng Zang'an had never been disgusted by anyone before, and he shook his head helplessly.

But at the moment of walking out, he stopped again: "Zhenzhen, I sent you a message yesterday, telling you to be careful of Xie Zhao, do you remember?"

Song Zhen frowned slightly before he remembered this, but he thought the two were jealous, so he didn't take it seriously.

Meng Zang'an said in a deep voice: "That time when "Best Actor" was filmed and went to dinner, I thought Xie Zhao was not a simple person. Later, I went to check his affairs."

"The internal strife in the Lawrence family is very serious. He has jumped from an illegitimate child who was not valued to one of the heirs of the Lawrence family today. His scheming is not easy."

"A person like him will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. You are simple-minded, and I'm afraid you can't figure him out."

Song Zhen didn't expect that he would say this to himself. If it was someone else, it might be because of jealousy and slander Xie Zhao, but in all fairness, Meng Zang'an is not such a person.

It must be true what he said.

"I see, thanks."

Meng Zang'an was stunned for a moment, and then smiled lightly: "I thought you wouldn't believe me."

Song Zhen said lightly: "I can tell if it's true or not, you don't have to lie to me."

Meng Zang'an's heart softened again, and he said softly, "I won't lie to you again, Zhenzhen."

Song Zhen was slightly taken aback, but Meng Zang'an had already left.

The room fell into silence again.

Song Zhen propped his chin, looked at the trophy on the table, lost in thought.

The Meng Zang'an he met these two times seemed to be a different person.

It actually made him a little confused whether it was true or false.

As he thought about it, he went to the refrigerator to get water.

Who knew that just after opening the refrigerator, a can of beer hit his toe directly.

He shuddered from the pain.

X's.

Sure enough, it was still the familiar Meng Zang'an.

That night, when Jiang Ji came to Song Zhen's house, he found that he was sneaky like a spies.

Jiang Ji was speechless: "Brother, what are you doing, is this the subject of the next script?"

Song Zhen ignored him and looked behind him for a long time to make sure there was no one else before letting him in.

Jiang Ji reacted: "Don't worry, there are no reporters!"

Song Zhen: "It's not the reporters I'm worried about."

Jiang Ji: "..."

Song Zhen didn't bother to explain to him, and lay lazily on the sofa: "Go and get a drink by yourself, I'm injured and don't want to move."

Jiang Ji: "Didn't you walk steadily during the awards ceremony? How did you get injured?"

Song Zhen: "Meng Zang'an came this afternoon."

Jiang Ji: "..."

"understood."

He glanced at Song Zhen sympathetically: "I should have brought you a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao when I came over."

"Get out." Song Zhen rolled his eyes at him, "If there's anything you can't say on the phone, you have to come here."

Jiang Ji: "Don't mention it, I heard that the stars may have a big change again."

Song Zhen was taken aback: "What?"

"Didn't Xie Zhao want to inject capital into us before?" Jiang Ji slapped his thigh, "It's a good thing you didn't agree, Hou Chengyi and his gang got the news from somewhere, they must say that Xie Zhao used power for personal gain, and Zhi Jian Fuck, they took Zhang Changxuan's Instagram photos, and your relationship with Gu Jian and Song Shan, and slandered us for screwing up the cooperation on purpose..."

This is similar to what Xie Zhao said before.

Song Zhen thought that Xie Zhao was selling misery, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Jiang Ji cursed and said: "Hou Chengyi's grandson, don't let me catch him!"

Song Zhen knocked on the table: "You care so much about him, we're leaving anyway."

Unexpectedly, when he said that, Jiang Ji's face immediately turned bitter: "Don't mention it, do you still remember the contract we signed when we first entered Xingchen?"

Song Zhen frowned: "It's been so long, who still remembers?"

Jiang Ji opened the mobile phone album, and there was a screenshot of the contract: "Look, the contract says that during the cooperation period, at least four works must be developed and completed, dear, we are still short of one!"

"So, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave for a while."

Song Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect that he had made all the preparations, but in the end he got stuck in the contract.

He quickly asked: "Then what should we do?"

Jiang Ji spread his hands: "We're about to leave, fools give them money, anyway, they only talked about four works, just use a plan to fool them around, anyway, we handed over the things, and we can't blame us if we don't give them. .”

This is also a way.

After all, Hou Chengyi's purpose was to drive him away, and both parties knew it well, and it was enough to walk away once according to the contract.

Song Zhen reluctantly sat up from the sofa: "A meeting?"

"No need." Jiang Ji took out a USB flash drive from his trouser pocket, "I remember you had a lot of wasteful ideas before, just use them as waste."

Song Zhen lay back down again: "Then you can go to my computer to find it yourself. There are several folders in the E drive, all with names you haven't seen before."

"You're just too lazy." Jiang Ji muttered, and walked to Song Zhen's study in a familiar way.

The floor of the study was in a mess, and Jiang Ji was almost tripped to death. He broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and turned on the computer while complaining about Song Zhen's untidy nature.

Then--

"Hey, which disk is he talking about?"

Jiang Ji scratched his head, forgetting whether it was E or F, but he didn't want to ask Song Zhen, lest he would spit him out again.

Anyway, if you haven't seen it, just pull it in.

He thought so, so he swiped the mouse, first threw some of the E disk into the U disk, and then opened the F disk, the F disk was clean, except for a data folder, there was only one folder called "The Collection of Scumbags" .

Jiang Ji wanted to open it to take a look, but Song Zhen's voice came from outside: "It's been a while, is it ready?"

Jiang Ji didn't even read it, and threw it directly into the USB drive.

"okay."

When he came out, Song Zhen was still lying on the sofa, and asked hypocritically, "You really don't need me to go to the meeting?"

"When you said this, can you use a little bit of acting skills?" Jiang Ji rolled his eyes, "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back after you walk out of this door."

Song Zhen: "Don't curse me."

"Who cursed you." Jiang Ji shook the phone, "I envy you!"

"Brother, you are really popular this time!"

"Did you know? Your fans are killing all directions on the Internet, and they are going to prove that you are the one who has been let down. Now the battle is not only Xie Zhao and Meng Zang'an, but Gu Jian and Huo Wenqian's underwear is about to be stripped out !"

Song Zhen: "..."

He didn't want to be so red at all.

Jiang Ji: "Do you know how many people want to interview you today? They can't find you, and my mobile phone is about to explode."

"I'm talking about your physique, you must have been a hot search in your previous life."

"With you, we don't have to worry about publicity for our future dramas."

Song Zhen: "I think you are mocking me."

Jiang Ji: "Be more confident and get rid of the feeling."

The two had a quarrel, and Song Zhen finally asked again: "I really don't need to go?"

Jiang Ji: "No, you just stay at home honestly. It's enough for Xiaoshuang and the others to sort out this kind of matter."

After he finished speaking, he left.

Song Zhen looked at the closed door and suddenly felt a little ominous.