Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

Meng Yunjian didn't speak, but just put a cigarette in his mouth lightly, his expression was a little dark and unclear.

Bi Wenfeng glared at Wen Jing: "Don't talk nonsense, we're all divorced, so it won't get in the way of Brother Meng."

Wen Jing pursed his lips, he wanted to say that he thought Mr. Lu was a nice person.

Due to physical reasons, he has been fat since he was a child. Once he delivered something to Brother Meng's house, but when he got downstairs, he found out that the elevator was being repaired. Mr. Lu went downstairs to pick up the things himself. Wearing a thin beige sweater and black trousers, he walked down the stairs with a smile on his face, and he said softly about the stairs on the 13th floor. It's been a long day, be careful on the way back, and give him another box of fresh cherries.

That was the first time he saw Lu Qingyun, the gentleness and kindness of the man became the indelible warmth in the heart of this little fat man.

He didn't understand why Brother Meng didn't know how to cherish such a good person.

Seeing Mr. Lu get to where he is today, he feels really uncomfortable.

But he also knows who is his "parents for food and clothing", no matter how much he loves Mr. Lu, he will not do anything out of ruining his job.

Wen Jingan quietly closed his mouth.

When the car was approaching the hospital, Meng Yunjian, who had finished smoking, suddenly loosened his frowning eyebrows and said, "Turn around and go home."

Bi Wenfeng: "Brother Meng, go back now? It's almost time to go to the hospital. Young Master Bai must be waiting for you."

Meng Yunjian was impatient: "Are you the boss or am I?"

Bi Wenfeng shut his mouth instantly.

Meng Yunjian: "Get out of the car at the intersection ahead, and help me bring the things I bought to Canyang. Just say that I have something to do today, and I will go to see him another day."

It is common for Meng Yunjian to be in a cloudy mood. Although everyone felt that it was difficult to serve, no one dared to have an opinion. The driver immediately turned around and sent Meng Yunjian back to the apartment.

As soon as he opened the door of the apartment, he saw Lu Qingyun curled up on the sofa and sleeping peacefully.

Meng Yunjian walked in front of him and found that he was sleeping very restlessly, his brows were tightened, his eyelashes were trembling, his lips were pale, as if he had a nightmare, and the ankle exposed in his sight was as thin as a girl.

There was a crumpled piece of paper on the floor, and it fell under his right hand. Meng Yunjian bent down to pick it up, and glanced at it twice.

The above are some responses and explanations to the recent rumors on the Internet. In Lu Qingyun's tone, he reviewed his negligence and negligence as a manager. He felt sorry for Lin Fengyi's death, publicly apologized to the family of the deceased, and asked for forgiveness, etc. etc.

Naturally, this kind of thing couldn't have been written by Lu Qingyun himself.

"Has it been launched by the company to top the package?"

Meng Yunjian turned his head and glanced at Lu Qingyun, sarcastically: "It's really stupid."

Lu Qingyun's body suddenly trembled, sat up suddenly, looked at Meng Yunjian in front of him, and it took him a long time to realize: "You...why are you back?"

Meng Yunjian crumpled the piece of paper and threw it to him: "This is my house, do I still need to report to you when I come back?"

Lu Qingyun picked up the ball of paper with a pale face: "I haven't finished memorizing it yet..."

Meng Yunjian looked at his swan-like white and slender neck, coughed twice, and said unnaturally, "What do you admit to doing that you haven't done?"

Lu Qingyun: "I don't admit what else I can do. Anyway, I can't beat Feng Xing. Instead of tearing up with them, I might as well admit it. At least I can get money."

Meng Yunjian: "Really?"

Lu Qingyun: "They said, they will help me settle my future wages, nine years, several million."

Meng Yunjian sneered. "You haven't divorced me yet, so you're thinking about making money, right? Why, are you so afraid that you won't be able to live without me?"

Lu Qingyun looked over little by little, his eyes dripping with blood: "Yeah, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to survive."

He has cancer, can't he live?

He also didn't want to take all the blame for money and be nailed to the pillar of shame from then on, but what else could he do?

He needs medical treatment, supports Xiaoyi's parents, and he also needs to leave some money for his younger brother.After he was gone, he was really alone in this world.

Lu Qingyun smiled wryly, grabbed the note and stood up, tensing his nerves all the time, making him look like he was on the verge of falling. He shook after he took two steps, and Meng Yunjian subconsciously helped him.

He was stunned for a moment.

He touched the protruding ribs under Lu Qingyun's clothes, one by one, clear, hard, and his hands hurt.

Meng Yunjian frowned: "How long have you not eaten?"

Lu Qingyun shook her head, she didn't know, and she didn't want to eat. She always felt a stomach ache and had no appetite.

Meng Yun remonstrated: "Don't you have some kind of disease."

Lu Qingyun: "Yes, stomach cancer." He smiled: "Are you worried?"

Meng Yunjian snorted: "If it's really stomach cancer, get a divorce early, don't give me the reputation of being a widow, it's unlucky to panic."

Lu Qingyun laughed "haha" twice: "I'm just kidding, I will definitely live well."

……

Three days later, a huge and highly anticipated press conference was held at the Teana Hotel in Jiangcheng City.

In addition to the dense crowd of reporters at the scene, a webcast mode was also adopted for the gossiping crowd on the Internet to watch.

The number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded 10 in just a few minutes, and it is still rising crazily.

The barrage is layered layer after layer, and the densely packed characters are shocking to the eye.

[Lu Qingyun hasn't come out yet? ? ? 】

【The molester will be qjed tonight】

【I'm so anxious to wait, when exactly will Lu Qingyun come. The 50-meter broadsword has been raised. 】

Lu Qingyun stood in the backcourt and recited the manuscript in his heart again. He felt a strong discomfort when he read this manuscript for the first time, and he became numb after reading too much.

In the end, even he himself began to doubt, is the "heinous" Lu Qingyun in the manuscript really the same person as him?

The person in charge ran over and told Lu Qingyun to get ready to go on stage.

Lu Qingyun took a deep breath and walked slowly up the stage.