Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

It was a long time after Meng Yunjian left that Lu Qingyun slowly picked up the inspection report on the ground.

The phone in my pocket kept ringing.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from his younger brother Lu Mingxu.

Lu Qingyun had a younger brother. His parents died when Lu Qingyun was 16 years old. At that time, Lu Mingxu was only ten years old. This younger brother was almost brought up by him.

It's just that in the past few years, the relationship between the two brothers has been very poor. They almost quarreled as soon as they met. The only connection between the brothers was the short talk on the phone when he transferred Lu Mingxu's living expenses every month. It's only a few minutes.

Lu Qingyun connected the phone.

"Ming Xu."

Lu Mingxu's voice was cold: "When did you transfer my living expenses to me? It's already seven days late."

Lu Qingyun: "I'll forward it to you later, I'm sorry, brother has a lot of things recently, I forgot."

Lu Mingxu: "Let's transfer another two thousand this month, I want to buy a new pair of shoes."

Lu Qingyun: "Got it."

When he was about to hang up the phone, Lu Qingyun suddenly said, "Ming Xu, you don't go to school today, right?"

"What's up?"

Lu Qingyun: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, brother wants to have a meal with you."

In the past two days, he has suddenly fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, and his marriage with Meng Yunjian has also come to this point, and he was diagnosed with cancer. He... just wants to meet his relatives.

"Let me book the restaurant, okay?"

But Lu Mingxu directly rejected him: "No need, I'm very busy. Also, I forgot to tell you last time, I made a girlfriend, I like her very much, and I plan to get married in the future, her scholarly family Family status, I don't want her to know that I have such a biological brother who sells ass."

"So if you have nothing to do, don't contact me again, don't call me, and don't come to me, that's it."

Lu Qingyun's face suddenly turned pale.

"Mingxu, I just want to see you, brother got stomach..."

"Beep beep."

The phone was hung up.

Lu Qingyun's face was pale and pale, and he slowly sat on the sofa, looking at the striking word "stomach cancer" on the report card, his eyes turned red a little.

Nobody cared about him.

He is going to die.

But no one cared about him.

He remembered that when his parents had just passed away, he was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. He was busy going to school during the day, and at night he had to cook for his younger brother, wash clothes, and help him with homework.

Later, he dropped out of school because he didn’t have enough money for himself and his younger brother to study. At that time, in order to make money, he did everything. Ten catties of goods.

In this way, he supported his younger brother to go to junior high school, high school, and university... But in the end, his younger brother refused to even see him.

Lu Qingyun smiled wryly twice.

He was sadly aware of the fact that if he really died, there might not even be a body collector.

Meng Yunjian came back after going out for an hour.

"When exactly did you sign?"

Lu Qingyun was very tired, and her voice was extremely hoarse: "I only want 600 million. If you give it to me now, I will sign it immediately. 600 million is the price of an advertisement for you."

Meng Yunjian sneered: "Why, did my money come from the wind?"

Lu Qingyun: "As long as 600 million...Yunjian, I didn't lie to you, I have stomach cancer, I just want to live."

Meng Yunjian was silent for a while, then nodded: "Stomach cancer, right?"

He came over suddenly, grabbed Lu Qingyun's shoulder, and pushed him down on the sofa.

Lu Qingyun panicked: "You, what are you going to do?"

Meng Yunjian untied his trouser belt slowly, and smiled: "Fuck you, you have stomach cancer, don't fuck you a few more times, won't you have nothing to play after you die?"