Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

He used to send messages to Lu Qingyun, and he could reply in seconds no matter how late it was. He knew that Lu Qingyun had set a special ringtone for him, and he was almost there whenever he was called.

As a result, I have just been divorced for less than a year now, and I don't answer the phone calls or text messages.

Okay, Lu Qingyun, you're amazing.

You don't even want to see Jian Jian in the future.

He threw the phone aside abruptly and pulled the quilt over his head.

Meng Yunjian didn't know why he got so angry, but he was indeed angry. That kind of anger and annoyance were like alcohol that couldn't go away, stuffed in his stomach, unable to breathe, and his brain heavy.

After lying like this for ten minutes, Meng Yunjian threw off the quilt and got out of bed irritably, went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

He is too busy with work recently, and his desires are dissatisfied.

It has nothing to do with Lu Qingyun.

He's just used to Lu Qingyun, and it's not easy to find a bed partner who is obedient and sympathetic.

Besides, his job, identity, and cleanliness don't allow him to have sex with strangers casually.

After smoking a cigarette, Brother Meng became energetic again.

Leaning on the balcony, Meng Yunjian suddenly remembered that the year he had just married Lu Qingyun, he had asked Lu Qingyun to kneel here to help him.

It was Lu Qingyun's first time at that time, and his technique was not good, but Meng Yunjian's scalp was still tingling with excitement. A man kneeling to help him do this kind of thing, the visual stimulation is far greater than the sensory stimulation .

Meng Yunjian frowned, "Lu Qingyun..."

What did he look like? It's been a long time since I saw him, so I can't seem to remember.

Meng Yunjian took out his mobile phone, clicked on Lu Qingyun's Weibo by accident, his eyes were fixed on the pain relief Weibo, he froze for two or three seconds, and then scrolled down again.

Lu Qingyun doesn't post on Weibo very often, and most of the Weibo is just forwarding the promotional Weibo of some of the stars he brings.

It's no different than most brokers.

The two stars with the most numbers are the dead Lin Fengyi, and the other is Bai Tianyi who hastily disregarded the relationship after Lu Qingyun's accident and was still crying bitterly about Lu Qingyun sexually harassing her in the live broadcast.

It's just that something strange happened to Meng Yunjian. Every Weibo post by Lu Qingyun had a lot of comments.

Meng Yunjian clicked on a few of them and looked at them, and found the reason in an instant.

[Bitch, when did you divorce Meng Yunjian? 】

[Not yet divorced?How long are you going to pester Meng Yunjian? 】

【Disgusting!When are you going to die?Please let Meng Yunjian go! 】

[People like Bai Canyang, okay?Don't you find it disgusting to occupy a boyfriend? 】

[Orphans without parents! 】

【…】

Meng Yunjian frowned, and scrolled down a few more posts, each of which was filled with such unsightly comments.

In the five years they've been married, the comments have barely stopped.

He didn't find a photo on Lu Qingyun's Weibo, so Meng Yunjian quit and searched for Lu Qingyun on the Internet, but all he found was the haggard and pale Lu Qingyun at the press conference.

It seems that it is not the same as the man in memory.

What did he look like.

Meng Yunjian's head was aching, and he lit another cigarette to forcefully suppress the restlessness in his heart.

Is he crazy?

Why would you think about Lu Qingyun here?

At worst, let Wen Jing look for him in two days, and use Jian Jian's birthday as an excuse to call him over.

……

But to Meng Yunjian's surprise, until Jian Jian's birthday, there was still no news from Lu Qingyun.

The end of June is Meng Jian's birthday, and the little guy has been looking forward to it for a long time. Meng Yunjian happened to be on vacation, so it was rare to be able to spend a good birthday with his son. Early in the morning, the little guy was lying by the window, eyes open, and kept going to Look down, as if waiting for someone to come.

Meng Yunjian took out the gift he had bought and told him to go over and unwrap it.

Meng Jian ran over and opened the gift. It was a remote control plane, "Thank you, Dad."

Meng Yunjian laughed, "Why, don't you like it? Didn't you ask for it before?"

Meng Jian lowered her head, and it took her a long time to ask in tears, "Father... will Daddy come today?"

The little guy was brought up by Lu Qingyun, and the relationship with Lu Qingyun was much deeper than him. After half a year of divorce, Lu Qingyun never called Meng Jian, nor asked him how Meng Jian was.

At this moment, seeing Meng Jian's red eyes and sad look, Meng Yunjian's face was very ugly, and he said angrily, "He doesn't want you anymore."

Meng Jian's eyes widened, and tears rolled down immediately.

"It's impossible for Daddy not to want me!"

Meng Yunjian: "How is that impossible? You are not his own, you don't share his surname, you don't come to see you once in half a year, and you don't even call on your birthday. What does he want from you?"

Meng Jian burst into tears non-stop, "You are not allowed to say that about Daddy! You didn't come to see me for half a year before! Daddy is just busy with work! He will come to see Jianjian when he is done!"

After finishing speaking, I didn't want the remote control plane in my hand, threw it on the ground, and ran back to the bedroom with tears in my eyes.

Meng Yunjian watched the little guy slam the door shut, and picked up the remote control plane on the ground irritably, well, he can't say that Lu Qingyun is bad, can he?

Meng Jian was sad, and she didn't want to eat the birthday cake. In the afternoon, Meng Yunjian answered a call from his grandfather, Mr. Meng.

The old man was very angry on the phone: "Jian Jian's birthday is today, you are so angry with the child, calling me crying! Can you understand something?!"

Meng Yun remonstrated: "It's not my fault, he wants to see Lu Qingyun."

The old man: "I don't blame you. Who do you blame? Jian Jian was brought up by Qing Yun's child, just like his own. If it weren't for you, Qing Yun would never call Jian Jian. How dare you say that you never said no?" Tell him to contact Jian Jian with such a bastard?!"

Meng Yunjian's face suddenly turned pale.

He said it, but he didn't take it seriously... Who knew that Lu Qingyun would be so cruel that he never made a phone call.

"Qingyun is a good boy. You are busy with work and you don't go home for several months. It was that child who honored us behind your back. I had a broken bone the year before last. Qingyun left early and returned late every day to take care of me in the hospital. You are my mother." As for your grandson, ask yourself, how many times have you visited me in the hospital?!"

Meng Yunjian was speechless.

The old man's angry voice was trembling: "I know you don't like him, so I didn't object when you divorced, but Jian Jian was raised by him, so don't provoke the relationship between Jian Jian and Qing Yun! Send me here, I will celebrate his birthday!"

The old man hung up the phone angrily.

Meng Yunjian's face was so ugly that he sat on the sofa and panted for a long time.

Find out Lu Qingyun's number in the phone, call it, but the phone is still turned off.

He finally couldn't help but dropped the phone.

Did Lu Qingyun do it on purpose?With such an appearance, is he trying to make everyone think he is a victim?

……

First Hospital.

The garden downstairs of the inpatient department.

A thin man in a white hospital gown, mask and cap, was sitting on a chair quietly watching the boys playing football not far away.

The ball rolled down to his feet, and just as he bent down to pick it up, the group of little boys ran up to him: "Uncle, it's our ball!"

The little boys are five or six years old, about the same age as Jian Jian.

Lu Qingyun reached out and touched a boy's face, then smiled, took the bag at hand, and took out a remote control plane from it: "I'll see you off."

The boys gave a "wow", "Uncle... sent us?"

Lu Qingyun: "Well, let's play with it."

"Thank you uncle!"

The boys laughed and ran off with the remote control plane.

The nurse beside Lu Qingyun frowned: "Mr. Lu, that toy is quite expensive."

Lu Qingyun's eyes were a little red: "Today is my son's birthday."