Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

Yao Qing: "Good guy, I thought this kind of plot could only be seen on TV, but actually fighting for the duck, Meng Yun is so horny."

Lu Qingyun rubbed her belly subconsciously: "...Don't talk about it, I want to eat duck."

Yao Qing raised her eyebrows: "Brother Yu, do you want to eat duck? There is a Beijing Roast Duck restaurant on Wenshan Road, open 24 hours a day. Let's go and have supper?"

Lu Qingyun glanced at his watch, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

"No, eating after eight o'clock in the evening is not good for your health." Lu Qingyun sniffed, with a serious face: "And I have to soak my feet to sleep before eleven o'clock in the evening."

Yao Qing almost vomited blood: "No way, Brother Yu, how old are you? You are young, so you can live a retirement life?"

He came here with Brother Yu to meet a director today, and Yu Zhile actually drank wolfberry chrysanthemum tea!

Lu Qingyun didn't dare to tell him that he was young in his previous life, and he had stomach cancer and died.

Whatever he said in this life, he should take good care of his body.

"You also have to go to bed early, don't stay up late playing games, eat well for three meals, and eat less hot pot and barbecue."

"I know, I know." Yao Qing, who was a teenager, complied perfunctorily, and then turned the topic back to Meng Yunjian.

"I heard that Meng Yunjian became like this because of his dead ex-wife."

Lu Qingyun: "...Really?"

"Yeah, I acted in his movie last year. Last Mid-Autumn Festival, Meng Yunjian spent the whole afternoon alone in the dressing room. When he was filming, he didn't know what happened, and suddenly started crying. His assistant hurriedly took him back to the nanny's car, and when Meng Yunjian came down to film, his eyes were red."

Mid-Autumn Festival... Lu Qingyun's heart couldn't help but tighten.

That was his death day.

Yao Qing: "At that time, I didn't know what was going on. Did Lu Qingyun be exposed or died on the Mid-Autumn Festival? He must have thought of his ex-wife."

Lu Qingyun frowned.

Yao Qing snorted coldly: "But as the saying goes, belated affection is cheaper than grass, who can be moved by pretending to be affectionate here now? If he really never forgets his ex-wife, he can still be here with her." People robbing ducks? I heard that there are more than 30 little lovers who spend the night with him. Now there are seven or eight of them who are kept in the house by him as canaries."

"Besides, Lu Qingyun is dead, and even ten crematoriums can't save him."

Yao Qing: "Brother Yu, what do you think?"

Lu Qingyun squeezed out a smile: "...haha, what you said makes sense."

He was really not interested anymore, let alone thirty duck canaries, even three hundred, it was none of Lu Qingyun's business.

Lu Qingyun took Yao Qing outside and said, "Director Zhang's drama is almost finished. Go back and read the script in the past two days. Although the characters are small, this drama has many big names. When you come to the crew, put your wits on it." Order, eat dessert, and get to know a few more people, it will be good for you."

"Okay, don't worry, Brother Yu."

After giving Yao Qing to the assistant, Lu Qingyun went to the side of the road to take a taxi home, but when he touched his pocket, he realized that his phone was missing.

After thinking about it, it probably landed in the bathroom.

Lu Qingyun hurried back to get it, but who knew that just as she entered the bathroom with her front foot, someone walked in with her back foot.

Lu Qingyun's face turned pale in an instant.

"Meng... Yunjian..."

He quickly took two steps back, turned his back, faced the sink, and peeked at Meng Yunjian in the mirror.

It's really a narrow road.

How could I bump into this person in the toilet.

When I turned around, I took Yangyang to the temple to worship Buddha, to get rid of bad luck.

Meng Yunjian was obviously very drunk, his face was black and red, his deep eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of haze, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

He walked to Lu Qingyun's side, rolled up his sleeves, bent over to wash his face, and then put his hands on the sink, frowning, staring at himself in the mirror and didn't know what he was looking at.

Just when Lu Qingyun was hesitating whether to leave, the next second, Meng Yunjian suddenly turned his head, and a pair of eyes quietly fell on his face.

Lu Qingyun: "..." Oh my god, my birthday!

He's going to have nightmares tonight.

Hold!Hold!

Lu Qingyun couldn't care about the phone anymore, and was about to rush to the door.

A hand grabbed his wrist directly, and pulled him back fiercely. Before Lu Qingyun could react, he was completely blocked in the corner by Meng Yunjian, holding his wrist, unable to move at all.

"let me go!"

Lu Qingyun struggled hard.

Meng Yunjian: "I'll just ask a question..."

Lu Qingyun was anxious: "Let me go!"

Meng Yunjian's voice was hoarse, with a bit of a low voice: "I'll just ask a question, you answer me, and I'll let you go."

The drunken man was surprisingly strong. After realizing the fact that Yu Zhile, who was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, could not break free from Meng Yunjian, Lu Qingyun gave up resistance and decided that he must drink calcium-supplemented milk for half a year when he went back!

"Ask what you want to ask quickly."

Meng Yunjian's eyes were scarlet, he smiled, he stumbled and said, "...you went to see Hang Ziqiu, A Yun asked you to go, right? He's still alive... right?"

Lu Qingyun didn't expect that what he wanted to ask was this, and was a little shocked for a while.

What the hell is Meng Yunjian doing?

Back then, he had personally told himself that if he wanted to die, he would die sooner, so how could he wish that he was still alive.

"Let go of me, I don't know Lu Qingyun at all!"

Meng Yunjian's breathing became more and more rapid, and the eye circles were also red: "Speak, have you met A Yun? Is he hiding and refusing to see me?"

Meng Yunjian's voice was full of humble prayers.

"Can you tell him for me? I know I was wrong. I...was not good to him. I still...had misunderstood him all the time. When he comes back... I'll be a good husband..."

Lu Qingyun looked at Meng Yunjian quietly, and just wanted to laugh.

If you live for a long time, you can really wait for anything.

He never dreamed that he could wait for Meng Yunjian's apology in this life.

Just... does it make sense?

Lu Qingyun died.

He felt nothing but absurdity.

Yao Qing was right, belated affection is cheaper than grass, he no longer cares about it.

Forgive Meng Yunjian... Then what is the dead Lu Qingyun?

Naturally, Meng Yunjian didn't know what he was thinking, and he kept begging: "Take me to see him... okay... I'll just have a look at him, it's fine if I don't speak, let me take a look at him, Just a glance..."

Lu Qingyun moved his wrist, signaling Meng Yunjian to let go of himself.

Meng Yunjian slowly let go of his hand: "Are you taking me to see Ayun..."

Lu Qingyun suddenly held Meng Yunjian's face in his hands. He raised his head and said seriously and clearly, "Lu Qingyun, he is dead. Can you

Then go ask the medical university, because you are his ex-husband, maybe they will tell you where he is buried... "

Meng Yunjian dilated his pupils a little bit, like a child who has been hit and frightened, tears slowly pooled in his eyes, after a full minute, Meng Yunjian hugged his head, sat down against the wall, Frozen like a sculpture.

Seeing him like this, Lu Qingyun couldn't help kicking him.

How can you take care of Jane like this!

How to give Jane a good growth environment? !

Lu Qingyun squatted down in front of him, and said earnestly: "Don't be like this, can you? How can you take care of your son like this? Your grandpa is getting old, and your grandma is not in good health. Don't tell them to worry..."

Meng Yunjian grabbed Lu Qingyun's wrist.

"How do you know that my grandma is not in good health?" He stared straight at Lu Qingyun.

Lu Qingyun was dumbfounded, her heart was beating wildly, realizing that she had slipped her tongue, she hurriedly explained: "I... I, what Lu Qingyun told me before..."

Meng Yun remonstrated: "Didn't you just say you didn't know A Yun?"

"I'm not very familiar... just met by chance."

"you're lying!"

A Yun would never talk about his family affairs outside, let alone someone he didn't know well.

What is the relationship between this Yu Zhile and A Yun...?

Why, he felt that this person was so familiar, so familiar...

He can also make cakes that are exactly the same as Ah Yun...

#Punch card#