you have to talk to me

Nostrils are intertwined, and the ambiguous atmosphere becomes sticky in this exchange of breaths.When Feng Jimeng found out that Su Minglang was going to kiss him, it was already a bit late, so he just raised his head quickly, and a kiss landed on his chin.

Feng Jimeng was shocked, he wanted to stand up, at the same moment, Su Minglang stretched out one leg across his legs, and used the outer hand to wrap Feng Jimeng around the corner of the sofa, so that he couldn't get up at that moment. have to come.

He frowned, his cheekbones were red, he seemed shy and angry, "What are you doing?"

Su Minglang was very calm, but he asked back unhappy, "Why did you avoid it?"

"Don't you know what it means to keep? What do you want to do now," Su Minglang said in a low voice, sighing on Feng Jimeng's neck, and whispered to him even though there were only two people in the room, "I can do anything."

Feng Jimeng tilted his head, he didn't know why a man would talk like that, and the distance made the hairs on his back stand up.

"I don't want to do anything."

"Then why did you give me money and spend money on me?" Su Minglang was not in a hurry, he stopped Feng Jimeng with one hand, and touched Feng Jimeng's ear with the other hand, gently They dialed back and forth on those nail rings.Feng Jimeng shrunk her neck vigorously, her ears were redder than her face, as if she had drunk ten bottles of Erguotou without authorization.

"You spend money, we will do it, do you want to pay for it? Do you have any special hobbies? Is it your first time?"

"For the first time, you can try both sides to see which position is more suitable for you. Don't be nervous, just leave you to me."

Su Minglang stroked Feng Jimeng's neck with his fingers, and hooked down along his collarbone.

Before, Feng Jimeng could barely hold it tight, but the downward hooking of his fingers made him panic. He grabbed Su Minglang's hand, a little panicked, "I'm underage."

Su Minglang was taken aback.

"...Pfft...hahahahaha..."

"You are so funny, hahaha..."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Jimeng's legs were removed, and the arms lying across his chest were also removed. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Minglang laughed for a while, took a sip of coffee, and finally calmed down.

"Why are you so cute, it makes me a little tempted."

Feng Jimeng remained silent, thinking in her heart, yes, absolutely not.

"But don't worry, my professional ethics is that I will never fall in love with myself as the patron."

Feng Jimeng didn't want to talk to him about these topics, picked up his coffee and took a sip, silently moved to a position far away from Su Minglang, his neck was a little stiff when he moved.

"If you don't want to do it with me, then what are you paying me for?"

Feng Jimeng always felt that Su Minglang's question was a bit knowingly asking.

"I can see that your family is quite rich, but even if it is a rich family, it will not spend money on children like this. Where does your money come from?"

Feng Jimeng replied perfunctorily, "Pocket money."

"I do not believe."

"believe it or not."

Feng Jimeng said it was true.His mother has a point of view. If his mother doesn't spend her, she will be treated as a bastard by the slut and the bastard. Instead of doing this, she would rather throw it away than be spent by the mistress.And Feng Jimeng wanted to spend money, so it was best for her to ask Feng Changxiong for money. As long as his father dared to refuse, he would immediately receive a call from his grandfather.

Su Minglang still didn't believe it, and looked at Feng Jimeng with scrutiny.Feng Jimeng hated this kind of stare, and intentionally shunned him, and asked arrogantly like a real money maker, "You rely on this to make money?"

"This? To be someone's lover?" Su Minglang smiled easily, "Just now, he made me a lover, so he looks down on himself as a little lover."

Feng Jimeng turned his head away, a little frustrated, he really didn't think Su Minglang was his opponent, because he was far less shameless than the opponent.

Su Minglang sat cross-legged on the sofa, drinking bitter coffee leisurely, "No. This is at best a side job, I have a full-time job."

"Like everyone else, the main job is to support the family, and the side job is just a hobby."

What Su Minglang said was true, Feng Jimeng didn't understand at all.

"As a lover's hobby?"

"It's great. It's a hobby. Having someone to accompany, someone to sleep with, someone to buy things and give gifts, someone to give money, no matter how you look at it, it's a hobby. What do you think?"

Feng Jimeng doesn't understand at all, and she doesn't plan to deal with it any more. Su Minglang is such a human being, so he can figure it out.

"It's nice to be rich." Su Minglang looked at Feng Jimeng and said, and gave him an envious look, of course Feng Jimeng didn't know whether his emotion was real or not.

"Not that good either."

Mistress, cheating, illegitimate child.Once the buff of money is added to all relationships, not only will they not become strong, but they will become more fragmented.

"Very well, there is nothing in the world that can compare to the pain of poverty." Su Minglang turned to look at Feng Jimeng, "I had a younger sister when I was young, and I still remember that she had the same single eyelids as me, she was sallow and thin, and her hair was yellow and yellow too." , with a stream of snot running behind my ass every day, calling me brother, I hated her very much at that time, because all the food had to be distributed to her, and I didn’t have enough to eat myself.”

"She died when she was three years old. It was usually a cold that turned into pneumonia. She was sent to the hospital to be hospitalized. She was brought home without money and died within half a month. I was very happy at that time, and finally no one followed her. I'm going to eat it."

"Now I can eat the most expensive food and wear the best clothes, so I often think of her, thinking that she is a big girl in her twenties now, she must be very beautiful in a Chanel dress, there will be Many boys pursue and will be doted on by their boyfriends."

Feng Jimeng listened to Su Minglang's story in a daze, holding the cup and sipping coffee.The coffee is delicious and fragrant. It tastes better than Feng Jimeng's hand-ground coffee bought outside. I should have used very good coffee beans.

"Why didn't you react at all?"

"Huh?" Feng Jimeng was a little puzzled because Su Minglang was questioning, "I thought you just wanted to say it."

Su Minglang looked at Feng Jimeng, "There's something wrong with you, everyone will react somewhat when they hear this story, isn't our atmosphere right now?"

Feng Jimeng suddenly realized, "You're just using this to cheat money?"

Su Minglang smiled, "You think too much about my means, you don't think you will buy any money you can swindle with this kind of bad story."

"That's true?"

"Really."

"Oh."

"Aren't you feeling sad for me? Pity me." Su Minglang's expectations fell through again, and he wished he could take out Feng Jimeng's heart and soul, and see what kind of stone it is.

"I don't see any pity for you."

"Then let me tell you another one. When I was a child..."

"Stop talking."

"This one will definitely touch you, listen to me."

"I don't pay to listen to your stories."

"Oh, is it? Is that going to bed?"

"You're so annoying." Feng Jimeng took out the earphones from his bag and plugged his ears.But Su Minglang snatched the phone and earphones immediately, and continued to listen to his storytelling.

He has so many tragic stories that he could write a complete book of tragic stories.Feng Jimeng was tired of listening to it, and couldn't tell whether those stories were true or not, but he had to admit that Su Minglang had a talent for telling stories, and each of them was very real, very emotional, and he could tell himself vividly. teary eyes.Only until the end that Feng Jimeng remained indifferent, Su Minglang finally stopped talking boredly, and began to complain that Feng Jimeng was inhuman.

That day he refused to let Feng Jimeng leave, and threatened him that he would go to Hongcheng the next day, so Feng Jimeng was trapped in the hotel room chatting and playing games.When it was late, Su Minglang took Feng Jimeng's freshness and maintenance fee and opened another room for him.The next day, she forced Feng Jimeng to go to museums and art exhibitions, and finally asked Feng Jimeng to give him his Dior backpack.

It was the first time for Feng Jimeng to see this kind of shameless and greedy person, he was annoyed and helpless, finally poured the contents of the bag into a plastic bag, threw the backpack to Su Minglang, and was able to get away.

On the way back, he got angry all the way, and thought a little funny, luckily the clothes he was wearing were not of any international brand, otherwise he would have to go back naked.

When he arrived in Hongcheng, he went directly to Yang Fan's store, but the boss was not there. He only found out after inquiring that his grandmother had pneumonia and had been in the county hospital for the past two days.

Feng Jimeng went to the hospital and found someone without much trouble.Grandma lived in a single ward, lying quietly on the bed, with an oxygen tube inserted, her mouth slightly opened, but every time she took a breath, there was a rumbling sound in her throat.The conditions of the single wards in the county are also very average. It is a small room, and the extra bed is a couch.

Yang Fan sat beside her bed, crossed the hospital bed, looked out of the window at the somewhat bleak scene, and Feng Jimeng saw that bleak and lonely figure again.

He walked over to "how is grandma?"

Yang Fan had heard his footsteps, and handed him a stool from the other side, and moved it to the side.

"It's nothing, it's a common virus infection, and it happens every winter."

Feng Jimeng looked at Yang Fan tired, and felt resentful towards Su Minglang even more.If he hadn't been pestered by him, he should have been able to come back to accompany Yang Fan earlier.

"Why don't you tell me that grandma is sick?"

Yang Fan smiled, "I have nothing to say to you."

"I'll come to see her." Feng Jimeng stretched out his hand to touch the back of the old lady's hand, who was receiving a needle, and pulled the quilt to cover her, "Grandma likes me to come and see her."

Yang Fan patted Feng Jimeng's shoulder, but didn't say goodbye.

"Grandma's not in good health?"

I just came out of the hospital a while ago, and I have been sick all the time, and I went to the hospital again before I recovered.

"At this age, there is something wrong with the body. You think you can still be alive and kicking like us all day long."

Feng Jimeng nodded.

Yang Fan said so, but he knew in his heart that grandma's dementia was about to exhaust her energy.Over the past year, her body and spirit have rapidly weakened, and she has to go to the hospital every three days, suffering from minor illnesses.

For the time being, the old lady has nothing serious except that her dementia is getting worse and worse. It is a serious illness, but dementia is also getting worse rapidly. These minor illnesses and pains are worsening.She has severe high blood pressure and high blood sugar, but she loves to eat sweets.

When Yang Fan told the doctor these words, the doctor just shook his head and sighed.Dementia itself is not fatal. In the end, the complications caused by dementia exhausted the patients, and made Yang Fan ready for the old lady to be blind and lose mobility in the future.