Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

Lu Qingyun's face darkened a bit, "You want to eat farts! I won't make it for you! It's midnight, where can I buy pickled vegetables for you?"

Meng Yunjian shrank his body, bowed his head under the quilt, and said in a dull and hoarse voice, "It's...in the refrigerator, I always have it..."

Who in a normal family prepares pickled vegetables all the year round?

Lu Qingyun was furious, "Good guy, you are always ready to get Lu Qingyun back and continue to be your nanny to cook for you and take care of your daily necessities, right?"

Meng Yunjian probably suffered from severe stomach pain, and his body was shaking more and more. His hands were tightly clutching the quilt, and there were blue veins on the back of his hands.

A low, heavy panting echoed in the room.

Lu Qingyun frowned, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at him quietly for a long time, turned her face away fiercely: "Stop screaming, I won't do it for you if you broke your throat."

"If you don't take the medicine, you will be in pain. You deserve it if you die of pain."

Lu Qingyun pulled the quilt over Meng Yunjian's head, covered him tightly, and went to the living room to sit for a while in agitation.

Meng Yunjian was still muttering to himself unconsciously, for a while the pickled noodles, for a while Ayun.

Lu Qingyun escaped from the bedroom, sat on the sofa in the living room, and hugged her head.

He was really annoying as hell.

Will there be a person who speaks bad words and is indifferent to him when he is alive, but after his death, is he so affectionate?

Even if there is such a person, what's the point?

If he hadn't been reborn on Yu Zhile's body, he would never have had the chance to eat delicious food, breathe fresh air, and be exposed to warm sunshine.

The reason why he can still sit here is because he is lucky, God sees him too pitiful, and gave him another chance.

What does it have to do with Meng Yunjian?

Whether he is uncomfortable or not, what does it matter if he regrets or not?

Since you hate yourself and don't like yourself, then go to live in that bright sunshine of his, why pester yourself again?

Lu Qingyun looked around, Meng Yunjian arranged the place almost exactly the same as when he left, and there were still fruits and magazines he liked on the coffee table.

The house seemed to be waiting for someone to return.

But Lu Qingyun didn't feel moved at all, he just felt aggrieved, aggrieved!

When he was alive, he couldn't enjoy it, but when he was dead, who was he going to show it to?

Everything here will only make Lu Qingyun feel how stupid she was in the past.

Lu Qingyun couldn't wait any longer, and if he stayed here for another second, he would suffocate.

He went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water, and brought it to Meng Yunjian's side: "Drink some hot water, I'm going back."

Meng Yunjian grumbled, and turned over as if losing his temper.

"Can you stop making trouble?" Lu Qingyun frowned: "You think it's fun to break your stomach, don't you? Do you think you're as kind as I am, and you can be reborn once you die? You're so bad, you should go straight down after you die. Eighteen floors of hell."

Lu Qingyun sat by the bed and raised Meng Yunjian's head, "Drink some water, your stomach will feel better."

Meng Yunjian waved his hand, and the glass fell to the floor and shattered.

"I don't drink water! I want... to eat pickled cabbage noodles... why don't you give it to me... Ah Yun... Ah Yun will make it for me... Only Ah Yun is good to me..."

Lu Qingyun threw him back on the bed, "If you don't drink, you will fall down, I don't care about you."

He cleaned up the debris on the ground, carefully sealed it in a bag, and prepared to leave with it in his hand.

Before leaving, Lu Qingyun glanced at Meng Yunjian on the bed again.

He huddled his body tightly, pressed his hands firmly on his stomach, his face was pale, the black bangs on his forehead were soaked in sweat, wet, his brows and eyes were wrinkled, and his mouth was bitten with a pale blue color.

Lu Qingyun stared down at him for a long time, then turned and left.

Go to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and sure enough, there are bags of pickled cabbage in it.

Lu Qingyun sighed and took out a small bag.

He has been doing this for five years, and he is very familiar with the method.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Qingyun returned to the bedroom with noodles and chopsticks.

He helped Meng Yunjian up, and put the chopsticks into his hands: "Eat, go to bed early after eating, and stop making trouble."

Meng Yunjian was so drunk that he struggled to hold chopsticks. Seeing that he couldn't hold a noodle for a long time, Lu Qingyun impatiently went to the kitchen to exchange a spoon for him.

Meng Yunjian finally took a bite of the noodle.

His eyes instantly turned red.

Ah Yun did it...it was Ah Yun...

He lowered his head and began to eat noodles quickly, until he drank all the soup in the end.

Lu Qingyun frowned: "Can you be a little professional, eat so much, if I'm still your manager, I'll punish you for running laps."

After Meng Yunjian finished eating the noodles, he finally became more honest. Lu Qingyun still had to clean up the mess and went to get the bowl in his hand.

Who knew that Meng Yunjian was holding the bowl tightly and refused to let go.

It took Lu Qingyun a lot of effort to snatch the bowl back, and no matter what else he wanted to do, he ran to the kitchen to wash it.

After confirming that there was no sign of the kitchen being used, Lu Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe it was something to warm his stomach, but Meng Yunjian finally fell asleep peacefully.

Lu Qingyun covered him with a quilt, sat beside him, and took out his mobile phone.

……

Meng Yunjian woke up at noon the next day.

The hangover made his head dizzy, and everything that happened last night flashed back in his brain like cracked fragments.

He remembered that Ah Yun seemed to be back.

I also made him a bowl of pickled cabbage noodles.

Snow vegetable noodles...?

Meng Yunjian sat up suddenly, threw off the quilt in a hurry, got out of bed, and ran into the kitchen.

The pots and pans are clean, everything is as old as before.

Meng Yunjian went back to the bedroom, found the phone, found Yu Zhile's phone number, and called.

A few seconds later, the call went through.

"Did Ah Yun come here last night?"

Lu Qingyun: "No, I sent you back last night, no one else."

"Don't try to lie to me, I remember, he made me pickled cabbage noodles, I remember very clearly!"

Lu Qingyun: "Oh, you said pickle noodles, because you kept arguing for it last night, so I ordered a takeaway for you. I put the receipt on the tea table for you. It's 16 yuan in total. I've helped you You paid in advance, please remember to forward me on WeChat, thank you."

Meng Yunjian was stunned for a few seconds, then turned and hurried to the coffee table.

Sure enough, there was a small ticket pressed on the coffee table, which was the pickled cabbage noodles ordered at eleven o'clock last night.

Meng Yunjian's complexion was instantly filled with a deep layer of disappointment, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he rubbed the small ticket directly into his palm.

It was obviously a piece of paper without temperature, but it was like a sharp blade, cutting his palms and heart aching.

Turns out it was just takeaway.

He thought it was Ah Yun who came back to see him.

Meng Yunjian hung up the phone, sat blankly on the sofa for a while, then got up and went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took a bottle of milk from it.

When he was about to go back to the living room, he suddenly remembered something, bent down and opened the bottom layer of the refrigerator.

Counting the pickled vegetables inside: "One, two, three..."

……

The film directed by Qin Xun had been discussed. Meng Yunjian was about to join the group at the end of the month. He called Lu Qingyun and asked Lu Qingyun to accompany him throughout the process.

Of course, Lu Qingyun couldn't agree.

Firstly, he was just a manager, and he had no obligation to accompany the actors to stay on the set. Secondly, he really didn't want to have too close contact with Meng Yunjian, lest he would not know if he lost his job one day.

But Meng Yunjian didn't intend to discuss it with him, so he informed him of the time and said that someone would pick him up when the time came.

Lu Qingyun almost quarreled with him on the phone.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Meng Yunjian laughed, and admitted generously: "Yes, I did it on purpose. If you don't want to see me 24 hours a day, just tell me about Ayun's whereabouts."

Lu Qingyun clenched the phone tightly, her eyes were red with anger.

"Mr. Meng, I also have a family. My younger brother is still a child and cannot live without someone to take care of him."

Meng Yunjian: "It's okay, my son is also a child and needs someone to take care of him. Look, I'll take your brother over to be with my son?"

Lu Qingyun: "..."

After joining the group, things really got out of hand just as Meng Yunjian said.

He asked Lu Qingyun to appear in his line of sight all the time, and to report to him wherever he went, even when he used his mobile phone to send text messages to Yu Jiayang, Meng Yunjian had to ask who it was.

Is Meng Yunjian treating him as a manager or as a prisoner?

Lu Qingyun finally couldn't bear it anymore, and in the second week after Meng Yunjian joined the team, he packed up his bags, patted his ass, and slipped away.

It's just that as soon as he arrived at the station, he was stopped by two bodyguards of Meng Yunjian.

Lu Qingyun was really going to explode. When he returned to the hotel, Meng Yunjian acted like a normal person, and smiled at him: "If you want to go home, you can tell me. I can ask the crew for leave and accompany you back home."

Lu Qingyun's eyes were red, her hands were tightly pinched by her side, her voice trembling: "Meng Yunjian, what exactly do you want?"

"I just want you to hand over Ayun."

Lu Qingyun roared: "How many times do you want me to say it! He is dead! How can I pay it!"

Meng Yunjian's eyes suddenly darkened, and his tone was cold and stiff: "He is not dead."

"Meng Yunjian, are you fucking cowardly? Why, do you have the courage to leave Lu Qingyun, who has cancer, in the hospital and leave him alone? Don't you have the courage to accept the fact that he died? You..."

Meng Yunjian stood up suddenly, walked in front of him in a few steps, pinched his chin with his right hand, and said fiercely, "Don't let me hear you say he's dead again."

Lu Qingyun gritted her teeth and lowered her head slowly.

Meng Yunjian squeezed his chin and lifted it up, forcing him to look at him.

The voice was full of threats: "For the sake of you being Ah Yun's friend, I don't want to embarrass you, but if you curse him to death again, I will definitely make you look good."

Lu Qingyun suddenly burst into anger, and he directly waved Meng Yunjian's hand away, "You want me to look good? Why do you want me to look good? Isn't it just using the status of the boss to suppress me?"

He sneered, tore off the work permit hanging around his neck, and threw it on Meng Yunjian's face: "I'm not the manager anymore, I'll go talk to the company about the termination of the contract."

"Also, whether you believe it or not, Lu Qingyun is no longer here. This is a fact."

Meng Yunjian's eyes were heavy: "The night I was drunk, you said you ordered takeaway for me, right?"

He paused for a few seconds, then chuckled suddenly, and walked towards Lu Qingyun: "But there is a pack of pickled cabbage in the refrigerator missing."

Lu Qingyun froze instantly, her shoulders tightened, she took two steps back, her back hit the wall directly, and there was no way to escape.

Meng Yunjian's hand was pressed against the wall above his head, with a heavy voice: "You said that A Yun is gone, is that the noodle made by a ghost for me?"

"Or do you want to tell me that you made the noodles and you are Ayun?"

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