Popular ex-boyfriends are begging me to get back together

Milan International Fashion Week.

As the only Huaguo star who has been invited by the five top luxury brands to watch the show, Meng Zang'an is currently chatting with Fernando Bruni, the chief designer of the UM brand.

Meng Zang'an has broad shoulders and long legs. He wears a classic plaid coat. He has a spring-like smile on his handsome face and speaks fluent Italian.

Fernando was very enthusiastic: "Meng, it's really a pleasure chatting with you. After the fashion week is over, I really hope to invite you to visit my studio."

Fernando is notoriously arrogant and harsh. It is not easy to get a good word from him, let alone being invited to the studio by him personally. This is simply a broad road in the fashion circle.

All of a sudden, everyone present showed expressions of envy and jealousy towards Meng Zang'an.

But unexpectedly, Meng Zang'an refused.

Fernando didn't expect that someone would reject him, so he couldn't help asking why.

The eyes of this handsome, gentle, and considerate Huaguo man suddenly became soft and affectionate: "I want to find my true love."

The romantic Italian quickly accepted this reason, and said with a smile: "To be liked by a man as charming as you must be a sweet little sweetheart."

Meng Zang'an didn't know what to think of, and his smile deepened.

"He's a spoiled and jealous little crybaby."

Song Zhen, who was working at home, sneezed suddenly.

He rubbed his nose, and casually lifted the loose collar, then closed the last document in his hand, and threw it back on the table.

The mess on this table is all the student materials of "Best Actor".

There are a total of [-] students, and the time is tight. The task is very arduous, but the editor and director who sent the materials at the beginning marked those with potential and background with asterisks, which greatly reduced Song Zhen's workload.

But even so, he watched it all afternoon.

These students are basically acting students, trainees of major brokerage companies, and men and women who are active in various dramas, so their acting skills are naturally not very good.

Song Zhen usually only watched talented newcomers or old actors, but the gap was too great.

He was afraid that if he continued watching, he would have a cerebral hemorrhage at a young age, so he went to the balcony to breathe.

The apartment building he lived in was on the 35th floor, and he could overlook most of the city from the balcony. It was dusk at this time, and the golden sunset fell between the tall buildings, dizzy with the air, and dyed the city golden.

Not far from the apartment building is a shopping mall, with a large poster of a popular star hanging on it, and the position is just right at Song Zhen's window, which is set off by the warm gold color, showing a more beautiful appearance and temperament.

However, Song Zhen didn't like to stand on the balcony and blow the air. It was because this business was similar to him in aesthetics and had a keen sense of smell.

Half a year ago it was Meng Zang'an, but now it has been replaced by Huo Wenqian.

But Huo Wenqian is better than Meng Zang'an.

Song Zhen complied with Huo Wenqian's poster with [-] words of abuse in his brain, and immediately felt refreshed. He was ready to go to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and to finish reading those eye-catching things in one go.

But when he entered the kitchen, he realized that Jiang Ji had also finished drinking the last bit of coffee.He wanted to call his assistant to buy it, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

On the big weekend, don't be annoying.

Song Zhen rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the kitchen, and finally found a lonely pot of tea in an inconspicuous corner, and he didn't know who threw it for him.

He took a look and found that it was Pu'er, which has a long shelf life and can be drunk.

Anyway, it's refreshing, tea or coffee doesn't matter.

Song Zhen boiled water and found that there was no tea set at home, so he grabbed a handful and threw it into a cup.

When the water boiled, he wandered back to the study.

The previous video was not turned off, and the next one was automatically cut after it was played. Song Zhen's familiar lines came from the speaker, and he stopped in his tracks.

The boy faced the camera, with slightly long black hair combed behind his head, his eyes drooping slightly, his voice was gentle but his words were extremely cold: "I saved you at the beginning because you were the last person in Xuanqiong Immortal Mansion, now I kill you!" You, it is also because you are the last person in Xuanqiong Immortal Mansion."

Song Zhen was stunned.

His memory seemed to go back to five years ago.

At that time, he had newly written the script "Inverse Scale", which was his first time writing a fairy-tale drama, because the investment was huge and the entanglement of interests of all parties was very troublesome.Song Zhen didn't care about anything else, except for one thing, Master Tantai Xin's actor must be decided by him.

But they interviewed more than 200 actors, but they couldn't find a suitable candidate.

Jiang Ji couldn't bear the pressure anymore, so he finally negotiated and interviewed for three more days. If he still couldn't find anyone, he would settle for the next best thing.

Song Zhen was not reconciled, but he had no choice but to compress the time desperately and interview actors around the clock.

According to Jiang Ji, he was crazy at that time. He didn't sleep for several days and nights, his eyes were red and his temper was irritable.

Especially the closer to the deadline, the worse his condition will be.

The staff didn't dare to approach him, for fear of accidentally offending him.

It was at this time that Meng Zang'an appeared.

It was already the afternoon of the last day, the sky was gloomy, and it was raining lightly. He opened the door unhurriedly, and the long-handled black umbrella in his hand was still dripping.

He is like a bamboo growing in a deep valley, carrying the moist moisture of vegetation, but also has a spine that cannot be bent.

At that moment, Song Zhen knew that his Tantai Xin had been found.

At that time, the scene where Meng Zang'an auditioned was this part.

The heroine Duan Rubing's background was exposed. She thought that her most beloved master, Tantai Xin, would save her, but she didn't expect that what she was waiting for was the sword that pierced her heart.

Because the staff in charge of the scene was exhausted, Song Zhen went on stage to play against Meng Zang'an in person.

As the director called, Meng Zang'an quickly entered the scene, gently touched Song Zhen's cheek with his fingertips, and said slowly: "It's a pity, you were originally my favorite disciple."

His fingers were long, with clear joints, and the fingertips were still slightly moist. When they brushed against Song Zhen's skin, they seemed to be carrying a weak electric current.

Song Zhen's back was numb, and he was lost in acting for the first time, but he quickly recovered without anyone noticing.

No, maybe Meng Zang'an found out.

His palm covered Song Zhen's eyes, which was not in the script, but it perfectly covered up his momentary mistake.

In the darkness, Song Zhen only heard him sigh.

Immediately, the tip of the prop sword touched Song Zhen's chest through the clothes. The hard touch seemed to penetrate the flesh. He felt the blood rushing out of his heart, and the rapid heartbeat echoed in his ears.

He blinked, and his eyelashes lightly brushed Meng Zang'an's palm.

Although the two hadn't rehearsed in advance, there seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding. Meng Zang'an moved his hand away and met a pair of desperate and crazy eyes.

His eyes were red, as if he was looking for an answer persistently: "Master, why...why?"

Meng Zangan lowered his head, the tip of his nose almost touched his, his voice was low and hoarse, as if whispering right next to his ear.

"I saved you back then because you were the last person in the Xuanqiong Immortal Mansion, and now I kill you because you are the last person in the Xuanqiong Immortal Mansion."

The voice was indifferent and gentle.

The director called for Ka, and Meng Zang'an withdrew his sword, nodding to him apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Song Zhen looked at him intently, and suddenly raised his lips and smiled: "I'm Song Zhen, what's your name?"

Later, the two of them were together.

Meng Zang'an is really a very good lover, gentle and considerate, even if he breaks up, he is very respectable, but unfortunately, among all the ex-boyfriends, Song Zhen is the one who is most reluctant to see him again.

"beep--"

The sound of boiling water pulled Song Zhen out of his memory.

He hurried to the kitchen and turned off the fire in a hurry. The scalding water fell into the teacup, and the curly tea leaves unfolded, slowly sending out a refreshing aroma.

Song Zhen took a deep breath, and then returned to the study with a teacup in hand.

The students in the video were still acting. Only then did Song Zhen realize that he was not like Meng Zang'an. He should have imitated Meng Zang'an's acting skills in "Inverse Scale". .

Although Song Zhen was not happy with Meng Zang'an, he had to admit that Meng Zang'an's acting skills were indeed amazing. After seeing the original version, and then looking at the fake one, he really couldn't eat it.

So, Song Zhen simply used double speed to look over.

However, even at twice the speed, it couldn't stop those pretentious acting skills. Song Zhen was so angry that he had to drink tea to suppress it. Before he knew it, he finished a large cup of Pu'er.

At this time, he suddenly felt a stomachache. He didn't take it seriously at first, but after running to the toilet a dozen times, he felt something was wrong.

He had a meal with Jiang Ji outside at noon today, and since he came back, he has been watching the information given by the program group, except for the cup of tea, his stomach is empty.

Song Zhen crawled from the toilet to the kitchen with difficulty, found the Pu'er tea bag, and found that there seemed to be words under the tea bag. He turned it over and found two regular lowercase letters—Zang'an.

Song Zhen's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

Spicy chicken Meng Zang'an, you really poisoned me! !

After Jiang Ji received Song Zhen's call, he was so frightened that he ran 100 yards to his house, and happened to collide with the doctor in the ambulance.

The doctor is giving Song Zhen an IV: "...You said you are a big man, why are you so careless about your body? Fortunately, you found it early. If it turns into..."

Jiang Ji rushed in at this time: "What kind of poison did you get? Is it serious? Do you need gastric lavage?"

Song Zhen immediately covered her face in shame.

The doctor was taken aback, and after asking what had happened, he was speechless: "Poisoning? Thank you for figuring it out. You are such an adult, can you have some common sense?! Think you are writing a TV series?"

Song Zhen & Jiang Ji: "..."

After the doctor taunted them, he comforted them: "This is just common gastroenteritis, caused by not eating well and drinking strong tea. Take a drip for a few days, pay more attention to your diet, and you will be fine soon."

Song Zhen was going to stay in the hospital for a few days, Jiang Ji finished the hospitalization procedures for him, and couldn't help mocking him when he came back.

"As expected of a screenwriter, even a gastroenteritis can be poisoned by you, you are awesome!"

Song Zhen leaned on the pillow, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he was weak in speaking: "It's not my fault, who told you that the tea leaves were left by Meng Zang'an..."

Jiang Ji jumped up: "Meng Zang'an?! Didn't you break up?"

Song Zhen was depressed: "Yeah, I don't know when he left a bag of tea at my house and almost killed me..."

Seeing his aggrieved look, Jiang Ji couldn't bear to talk about him anymore, and while feeding him water, he said, "You two just don't get along. Every time you meet him, it's not a good thing. Fortunately, he's going to act in a movie now. You A TV drama writer, and I will have nothing to do with him in the future."

Song Zhen gave a sleepy "hmm", and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, the ambulance was not photographed when it came out, I don't want to sleep and wake up and hang on the trending search."

Jiang Ji patted his chest: "Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter for you."

Song Zhen woke up the next day and found that Jiang Ji was gone and replaced by a kind-hearted auntie.

He slept all night, and his stomach was much better. After washing up, he sat on the hospital bed and drank plain porridge with nothing to love. If you don't bring it, you can only hold back.

The big deal is to live in the hot search, but it's not that I haven't lived in it.

Song Zhen is in a good mood.

At noon, Jiang Ji finally arrived.

Song Zhen was drinking the tasteless white porridge again, and felt that his whole body had been sublimated. When he saw Jiang Ji's solemn expression, his heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong? Was it photographed?"

Jiang Ji shook his head: "One good news, one bad news."

Before Song Zhen could make a choice, he solved the mystery himself.

"The good news is that the incident of you being sent to the ambulance last night was not photographed. But the bad news is..." He paused, "Just now the "Best Actor" program team sent a message, their first issue My flying instructor is Meng Zang'an."

Song Zhen: "Fuck!"

He felt that his stomach, which had just recovered, seemed to be aching again.