Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

He lowered his head and took a mouthful of hot porridge, and said, "It's useless to tell him. In fact, I told him a long time ago. When he was his wife, he didn't care. Now that he's divorced, he doesn't care." I."

After Lu Qingyun finished speaking, he took another sip of porridge, his stomach slowly warmed up, and slightly dispelled the discomfort in his body. He looked up at Wen Jing who had been stunned for a long time, and laughed: "Find me something else Let’s have a smaller house, if I die here, it will be more troublesome for Meng Yunjian, I’m afraid he will be so angry that he will dig out my ashes and throw them into the sea.”

Wen Jing's chest heaved violently twice, and hurriedly pulled Lu Qingyun up from the sofa.

Lu Qingyun frowned: "You kid, what are you doing? It's rude to touch your hands."

Wen Jing: "Mr. Lu, I, I, I will take you to the hospital."

He didn't believe what Lu Qingyun said, but Lu Qingyun was too thin, so thin that he had exceeded the bottom line of a healthy person.

Maybe, Lu Qingyun didn't lie to him.

Maybe he was really sick.

Lu Qingyun pulled her arm out of his arms and sat down again: "No, I don't want to go."

Wen Jing's chubby body squatted beside him, "Mr. Lu, if you are worried about money, I can lend it to you. It's important to see a doctor. Don't give up on yourself, okay?"

Lu Qingyun: "I didn't give up on myself."

Wen Jing: "Mr. Lu..."

Lu Qingyun smiled: "I'm just joking with you, I don't have stomach cancer, just mild gastritis."

He drank all the porridge in the bowl, rubbed the corners of his mouth, sucked his nose vigorously, and said with a smile: "I originally wanted to use this reason to ask Meng Yunjian for a breakup fee, so as not to make myself worse." , How could he give me money. It's a pity that he is quite smart, and he doesn't believe my nonsense at all. "

Wen Jing: "Impossible!"

The little assistant's face was flushed red, and her eyes were also red: "Mr. Lu...you are not this kind of person at all!"

When he came to work with Meng Yunjian, Lu Qingyun was no longer Meng Ge's manager, so he didn't have much contact with Lu Qingyun, but he knew Lu Qingyun, and Lu Qingyun was not someone who would scheme against others for money.

Wen Jing's voice trembled slightly: "You really...really have stomach cancer, don't you?"

Lu Qingyun looked at him silently, without any extra expression on his face. After a long time, he said calmly: "It's not that you have stomach cancer, why are you crying?"

Wen Jing choked up: "Mr. Lu, you need to see a doctor..."

Lu Qingyun: "I don't want to go."

Wen Jing: "You are still so young..."

Lu Qingyun suddenly swept the napkin box on the ground, her eyes were red: "So what if you are young, is it like a fucking dog? I don't want to live anymore, can't I? I want to die sooner, reincarnate sooner, and start a new life sooner." ?"

Wen Jing stared at him blankly, his heart trembling, and he could hardly speak a word.

He looked at Lu Qingyun who was panting desperately in front of him, and felt that this person seemed to have fallen into a deep swamp. He could only watch helplessly as Lu Qingyun sank deeper and deeper into the struggle until he was slowly swallowed up. , but helpless.

Lu Qingyun slowly covered his face with his hands, and after a long time he said: "I really don't have stomach cancer...Sorry, I just feel a little stressed recently."

Wen Jing smiled with difficulty: "As long as Mr. Lu is fine, well, I have some money in this card, not much, [-] to [-], just accept it, okay?"

He slipped a card over.

Lu Qingyun thought about it, got up and went to the bedroom, rummaged through the cabinet, and found a small jewelry box from the bottom of the cabinet.

Wen Jing glanced at it and froze for a moment.

Inside is a diamond ring, which is shining and valuable.

Lu Qingyun handed it to Wen Jing: "Meng Yunjian gave it to me. I was afraid he would ask me for it, so I didn't sell it, but now it seems that he probably forgot it. Give it to you, it's my pressure on you." , I will redeem it when my friend’s project starts and earns money.”

As long as Lu Qingyun can accept his money, Wen Jing is willing to do anything. He quickly took the jewelry box and squeezed it tightly: "Okay, then I'll wait for you...to redeem him."

Soon Lu Qingyun said that he was sleepy and wanted to sleep for a while, so Wen Jing got up and said goodbye. When he walked to the door, he couldn't help but look back at Lu Qingyun: "Mr. Lu...you are really not stomach cancer, are you?"

Lu Qingyun smiled: "Don't curse me, can you? It's really a joke."

Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Lu Qingyun again.

He would never have thought in his life that this was the last time he saw Lu Qingyun.

Three days later, when he came to look for Lu Qingyun again, he found that the apartment was cleaned up. Lu Qingyun left a note on the coffee table in the living room, pressed it with a cup, and on it were the words beautiful and clean—— Thanks.

Next to it was the bank card that Wen Jing gave him. Wen Jing checked the balance, and it was more than 2 yuan, but Lu Qingyun didn't move a cent.

Wen Jing immediately felt that something was wrong, and immediately went back and told Meng Yunjian.

Meng Yunjian was accompanying Bai Canyang in rehabilitation at the hospital, and when he heard that, he only frowned, and said nonchalantly, "It's none of my business, I didn't force him to leave."

He didn't plan to come back to that apartment at first, even if Lu Qingyun lived there for the rest of his life, he wouldn't say anything, since the legs grew on Lu Qingyun's body, would he still be responsible for the rest of Lu Qingyun's life?

Wen Jing said anxiously: "But Brother Meng, I went to see Mr. Lu two days ago. He is really not well. He is very thin. He also said that he has a stomach..."

Bai Canyang on the side suddenly smiled and said, "Wen Jing, can I ask you to buy me a cup of milk tea?"

Wen Jing was stunned.

Bai Canyang stopped Meng Yunjian's arm: "Brother Yunjian, I want to drink milk tea."

Meng Yunjian's voice was gentle: "Hey, you can't drink that kind of thing now, be careful of stomach pain."

Bai Canyang: "Just take a sip, okay? Just one sip."

Meng Yun remonstrated helplessly: "Don't cry when your stomach hurts."

Bai Canyang: "No way."

Meng Yunjian looked at Wen Jing: "Go and buy a cup of strawberry milk tea for Yang Yang, it should be warm."

Wen Jing frowned, and finally turned around to buy milk tea.

All afternoon, seeing Bai Canyang lingering on Meng Yunjian talking and laughing, asking Meng Yunjian to feed him even food and water, Wen Jing felt very uncomfortable.

He always thought of the man in the room where the electricity was cut off, eating instant noodles with cold water with no expression on his face.

The more I think about Wen Jing, the more uncomfortable I feel.

Meng Yunjian stayed in the hospital until after nine o'clock in the evening before leaving with Wen Jing.

Wen Jing didn't say anything along the way, Meng Yunjian frowned: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jing hesitated for a while, and finally said: "The last time I went to see Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu told me that he had stomach cancer."