Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

Meng Yunjian kicked the coffee table away, and the things on it fell to the ground with a "huh la la".

His eyes suddenly became extremely scarlet, his chest heaved violently, and he looked like he was about to eat people.

Bi Wenfeng quickly gave Wen Jing a hand, "Stop talking!"

In the past three years, Meng Yunjian always responded like this to anyone who brought up the matter of Lu Qingyun's death in front of Meng Yunjian.

Get mad, rage, throw a tantrum.

Bi Wenfeng pulled Wen Jing aside, and whispered, "He won't believe it."

Wen Jing's eyes were also red. He looked at Meng Yunjian, who was neither human nor ghost, and couldn't bear it any longer. He said all the words he had held back for three years.

"I checked Mr. Lu's account, and Mr. Lu's account has been canceled long ago! Brother Meng, Mr. Lu is gone, how long are you going to lie to yourself?!"

Meng Yunjian kicked the coffee table again, and the carved glass cracked a few tiny cracks.

"Get out, get out!"

Wen Jing gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and finally left.

Bi Wenfeng didn't dare to persuade him, he could only squat down and tidy up the things on the ground silently.

Meng Yunjian sat there dumbly for a while, and then muttered to himself: "He pays Jianjian child support every month, how could he be dead..."

"If he is dead, where is he buried... I asked someone to check Lu Mingxu, and I have been with him for more than half a year, and he has never swept Lu Qingyun's grave. If Lu Qingyun really died, how could he not go Pay homage to his brother..."

"Why do you all say that he is dead..."

"He's just angry with me. He hid himself. He didn't live a good life during his years with me. There were only husbands and children in his life... Can't he want to go abroad to relax for a few years?"

Bi Wenfeng laughed with difficulty: "Yes, Mr. Lu must have gone abroad to relax. Wen Jing is just talking nonsense. Brother Meng, don't get angry with him. This kid is getting more and more ignorant now. Let me talk about it later. he."

Meng Yunjian: "Where do you think he will go on vacation?"

Bi Wenfeng: "Mr. Lu liked England before, probably in England."

Meng Yunjian smiled, "Yes, he must be in England. Call the make-up artist over, and wait for the afternoon announcement."

"Ok."

Meng Yunjian drank a lot of alcohol and didn't sleep all night last night. He was in a bad condition with heavy dark circles under his eyes and dry skin. The makeup artist was Meng Yunjian's special makeup artist. His surname was Gao. Admonishing this appearance, I wish I could bang my head against the wall.

He endured it for a long time, but still couldn't help it, "Brother Meng, although you have a good background, you still need to take care of it..."

Meng Yunjian didn't care about his face or his body. Many times he was drunk, and he was still drunk when he put on makeup. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't hide Meng Yunjian's haggardness and exhaustion.

Meng Yunjian's fans would not know that his male god idol in private is such a ghost that mud can't support the wall, and they will only scold him as a makeup artist for being too white for blinding his brother's prosperous beauty.

You said that Meng Yunjian looks good without makeup, why did you put such heavy makeup on Meng Yunjian?

He is really wronged.

Without heavy makeup, how could Meng Yunjian's dark circles and hangover tiredness be covered?

Obviously it was Meng Yun who advised him to commit suicide, what did he, an innocent makeup artist, do?

While putting on makeup, Xiao Gao complained wildly.

After more than two hours, Meng Yunjian was finally tidied up like a human being. Meng Yunjian went to change his clothes again, and the group was ready to leave the nightclub.

When he got in the car, Meng Yunjian was still drinking. In the past year, his alcoholism became more and more serious, and he almost became sick.

Bi Wenfeng and Wen Jing took him to see a doctor, but nothing was found. They only said that Meng Yunjian was under too much psychological pressure and asked him to suspend work for a period of time and take a good rest.

The company gave Meng Yunjian a three-month leave. Not only did Meng Yunjian's alcoholism not heal, but because he no longer had to worry about the media and fans, he drank himself into the hospital.

Fortunately, Meng Yunjian doesn't go crazy with alcohol after drinking. Apart from affecting his work, he hasn't made any big troubles this year.

Seeing Meng Yunjian pouring himself wine, Bi Wenfeng whispered, "Brother Meng, don't drink, we're coming soon."

Meng Yunjian leaned back dissatisfied, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes: "Do you and Wen Jing don't want to follow me anymore?"

Bi Wenfeng shook his head hurriedly: "There is no such thing!"

Meng Yun remonstrated: "Then you fucking don't mind my business! Am I short of your salary?"

Bi Wenfeng faltered and stopped talking.

At this moment, Meng Yunjian's cell phone rang suddenly.

When he saw the person who called, Meng Yunjian's expression instantly became gentler, and his eyes that were fierce just now were also coated with a soft light.

"Jane Jane." Even her voice became extraordinarily soft and loving.

Meng Jian's voice came from the phone: "Dad, next Wednesday, do you remember what day it is?"

Meng Yunjian pursed his lips: "Next Wednesday... Oh, Dad seems to have forgotten, what day is it?"

"dad……"

Meng Yunjian smiled lightly: "Just kidding, how could I forget my precious son's birthday? I have prepared all the birthday presents."

Jian Jian's voice really became much clearer: "Then do you have work that day? Can you come back to accompany me?"

Meng Yunjian: "No, I will go home early and talk to your great-grandfather."

"Grandpa will beat you..."

Meng Yunjian: "Then you don't want Dad to go back to spend your birthday with you?"

Meng Jian: "I think so."

Meng Yunjian: "Hey, have you eaten well recently? Have you listened to the teacher?"

"Yes, I'm very good!"

Meng Yunjian bent his lips: "Don't skip breakfast, don't eat cold food, don't..."

"Don't eat junk food, Dad, my ears are callused, I remember it, you don't have to tell me it again every time."

Meng Yunjian was stunned for two seconds, then said calmly: "The stomach must be well nourished since childhood, otherwise you may get sick when you grow up."

"Then dad should also eat well and nourish his stomach."

"Um……"

The father and son chatted for a short time before hanging up the phone.

The moment the phone was hung up, Meng Yunjian seemed to have returned to the coldness and withdrawnness before, leaning against the corner of the seat and playing with the wine bottle.

Bi Wenfeng sighed.

For the past two years, it has always been like this.

In front of Jian Jian, Meng Yunjian will always be that gentle and strong father, but where Jian Jian can't see, he drinks and smokes, like shutting himself in a cage that sees no light.

He hated Lu Qingyun before, but seeing Meng Yunjian become like this, he also began to hope that Lu Qingyun would come back.

But... Can Lu Qingyun come back?

They all knew that Lu Qingyun was dead, and Meng Yunjian was the only one who didn't believe this fact.

He constructed a fictional story for himself. In that story, Lu Qingyun was just disheartened and went to a far away place to relax. Sooner or later, he would come back to find him and Jian Jian.

……

After returning from Meng Yunjian, Lu Qingyun was really relieved.

Meng Yunjian didn't make it too difficult for him, and he talked about it, and if there were no accidents in the future, he and Meng Yunjian would no longer have any contact.

Lu Qingyun was in a good mood, so he cooked a few more dishes in the evening, waiting for Yu Jiayang to leave school.

In the past two days, he counted all of Yu Zhile's bank cards and deposits. Yu Zhile had almost 20 yuan in his account. Although it was not much, it was enough for him to find his next job.

On Yu Jiayang's birthday, Lu Qingyun made a big cake in advance and bought a model of Iron Man that Yu Jiayang liked.

Yu Jiayang was so excited that he hugged him and kissed him: "Brother, you are so kind", and cried all night.

The two brothers couldn't finish eating the cake. Lu Qingyun took small boxes and divided them into pieces. He gave some of them to Yu Jiayang and asked him to take them to school to distribute to his classmates, and he took the rest to the company.

According to the information he learned, after the star named Song Dongming terminated the contract with Yu Zhile, Yu Zhile had no signed artists left in his hands. If no one hired him, he would not get a commission, relying on the company to kill the company every month. He couldn't support himself and Yu Jiayang.

Yu Zhile's contracting company is his old club, Feng Xing Entertainment.

In her previous life, she was deceived by this company, and in the end she became an abandoned pawn. Lu Qingyun was unwilling to stay in this kind of company.

But terminating the contract... is easier said than done. If Yu Zhile signed the same agent contract as himself, if he wanted to successfully terminate the contract, he would have to pay at least 100 million.

How could he get so much money.

After thinking about it, Lu Qingyun decided to go to the company to see the situation first.

Among the senior management of Feng Xing Entertainment, Director Yang, who had helped him before, was able to talk better, so Lu Qingyun planned to talk to him first.

Just as Lu Qingyun stepped out of the elevator on the sixteenth floor, he suddenly froze.

He actually saw a child in the corridor.

It's Jane.

"Jane..."

Lu Qingyun's eyes turned red immediately, and her heart was beating crazily.

In three years, the little guy has grown a lot taller, wearing a handsome little suit, sitting quietly on a chair, with his head down, and his two little hands tightly holding the phone.

Lu Qingyun's nose was sore.

He is eight years old.

His birthday is only one day earlier than Yu Jiayang's.

Lu Qingyun walked towards Jian Jian almost uncontrollably: "...Jian Jian?"

Yuyan Yuyan Meng Jian looked up, "Hello, Uncle."

Lu Qingyun laughed nervously. He wanted to reach out and touch Jian Jian's face, but he was afraid that his current identity would scare the child, so he squatted down in front of him: "Why are you here?"

"I came with my dad. Dad has something to do inside. I'll wait for him. Yesterday was my birthday. He said he would take me to the zoo."

Lu Qingyun: "Are you happy on your birthday?"

Meng Jian shook her head slowly: "...not happy, Daddy didn't come to see me yesterday."

Lu Qingyun froze.

The little guy's voice was faintly crying: "Dad said, Daddy went to work far away, but I know..."

"what do you know?"

Jian Jian bowed her head: "My father passed away."

Lu Qingyun's heart suddenly hurt, "Who... who told you?"

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