Gao Leng's opponent is actually my clay plastic powder

Meng Shuyao took out his mobile phone to read the news, and he was quite serious, so Su Lan asked him, "Who are you looking at the news so seriously? Isn't it cold to stand outside? Come in quickly."

"No one." Meng Shuyao answered quickly, immediately put away the lock screen of the phone, and changed the subject with a guilty conscience, "Go in, Mom, I'm so hungry."

While talking about going to Su Lan's side to act like a baby with her, he said "I miss my mother so much" and "It's best at home, I don't want to go out to work anymore", coaxing Su Lan into a smile, and he didn't remember what he asked just now.She was speaking casually, and didn't really want to know, so she followed Meng Shuyao's words and scolded him for always being homeless, and didn't even answer the phone when she was busy.

Meng Shuyao responded several times with low eyebrows, and promised that he would never do it again, so Su Lan let him go: "Sit with Changxing in the living room and talk, haven't you seen each other for a long time? You bring fruit."

"What can I talk to him about..." Meng Shuyao muttered in a low voice, with a reluctance on his face, and said, "Mom, I'll go in with you to get some fruit."

He is wearing a hooded sweater today, a very lively light yellow, paired with a pair of jeans, the flesh on his cheeks looks soft, his lips are red and his teeth are white, which makes him look younger, like a high school student who hasn't graduated yet.

He had only taken two steps forward when the hat behind him was grabbed by someone, with little force, just to restrict his movement, and then gently pulled back, someone wrapped his shoulders from behind and grabbed Meng Shuyao around. , It is easy to bring people into your arms.

Wen Changxing's voice seemed to contain an endless smile: "I have nothing to talk to, huh?"

He raised his tone a little, and threatened: "I haven't seen you in a year, have you grown up?"

When Meng Shuyao met him unexpectedly at the door, he really felt a little inexplicably unfamiliar, but when he was provoked by Wen Changxing's familiar tone, his mouth spontaneously snapped back: "Who else? It's whoever it is." He opened his hand on his shoulder and said in disgust, "Don't touch me, it's too hot."

Wen Changxing glanced at him and hummed softly, "He has no conscience."

Meng Shuyao said: "You have the most conscience and don't want to talk to you."

Just as Wen Changxing was about to come up to continue arguing with him, Meng Shuyao's cell phone rang again, the screen lit up, and a horizontal frame on it reminded that there was new news.

After all the calculations, it was time for Xiaoyuan to prepare lunch, and Song Yuzhou was the only one who could send a message at this time.Meng Shuyao was worried about his injury, and remembered the "I don't know what to avoid" WeChat message he had received before entering the door. He suddenly forgot that there was still someone present, so he unlocked his phone and went to read the news.

Sure enough, it was a WeChat message from Song Yuzhou.

He took a picture of the dining table, but the food on it was not served in a domestic porcelain bowl, but a mess of take-out plastic boxes.Most of the dishes in the photo are covered with a layer of red oil, and there are also scattered red peppers, which look very heavy and are not suitable for patients recovering from injuries.The only dish without chili is the steamed egg, but I don’t know if it’s because of the craftsmanship of the chef or something else. Anyway, it looks miserable, and it’s just missing the big words “I’m terrible” on the lunch box.

Song Yuzhou: [What do you have for lunch? ]

There is only a single sentence and a picture, placed in the small window, and above that is the "It's better to make a phone call" he sent not long ago, but more than half an hour has passed since this message.

Meng Shuyao was busy coaxing his mother just now, and replied to Song Yuzhou with his mind, saying that he would call him, but after looking at it, he found that there was no reply at all.

The aroma of the food was already wafting from the kitchen, and the chef was showing off his skills in full swing. Yesterday Su Lan sent him a long list of dish names, none of which he didn’t like. He also said that there was a new chef at home. He will cook his favorite dishes and let Meng Shuyao go home for dinner quickly.

Such a comparison makes Song Yuzhou, a patient, particularly miserable.

Feeling guilty again, Meng Shuyao first sent a message telling Song Yuzhou not to eat, and then planned to find a place to call him back.

"Why, someone sent you a message again?" Wen Changxing grabbed Meng Shuyao's arm, glanced at his cell phone, and said casually, "Do you have to reply now?"

He still had a joking look on his face, and he looked no different from when he was messing with Meng Shuyao, as if he was just asking on a whim.

Meng Shuyao struggled lightly, but Wen Changxing didn't use much effort, he easily retracted his arm, and hummed: "It's very important, I have to reply now." After thinking about it, he said, " If it's too long, you can eat first, don't wait for me."

He smiled at Wen Changxing, then passed him and left.

The phone rang twice and was picked up. Song Yuzhou's voice was a little strange: "Yaoyao."

Meng Shuyao responded and asked him, "Why did you order takeaway? Didn't Xiaoyuan go shopping for food?" He continued, "Jiekou, I sent another copy to Xiaoyuan, he knows."

Song Yuzhou explained fluently on the other end: "Xiaoyuan bought vegetables, but he didn't know how to use the pot at home, so he burned most of the vegetables and couldn't eat them anymore." Then he said, "I ordered takeaway, but I forgot to tick No chili is added, but it can be eaten with water.”

Meng Shuyao was so impressed by his words that he immediately imagined the miserable scene of Song Yuzhou sitting alone at the dining table, with cold meals and cold dishes, and had to rinse them in cold water before eating.

"Then, how about I order another one for you?" Meng Shuyao racked his brains and didn't know what to do, so he could only propose a more realistic method, "You can't go hungry..."

Song Yuzhou said: "It's okay, you can eat well first, I will ask Xiaoyuan to order takeaway for me again."

Meng Shuyao could only say "yes", hung up the phone, clicked on the takeaway software, ordered five or six restaurants suitable for patients in one go, and paid an expedited fee to have them delivered quickly.

"Yaoyao, it's time to eat!" Su Lan knocked on the French window of the balcony and asked strangely, "Why are you standing here? Changxing said you were on the phone, who are you calling?"

Meng Shuyao said "no one" and was led back to the restaurant by Su Lan.

A variety of dishes have been placed on the table, exuding a tempting aroma, fried crispy burritos, rich and fragrant creamy mushroom soup, and rice, full of rice grains and full of wheat fragrance.

Wen Changxing sat on the right side, leaving an empty seat beside him, and said to him, "I brought you a bowl of soup."

"Thank you." Meng Shuyao went around the dining table and sat down at the empty seat, took a sip from the bowl, and praised face-savingly: "It's delicious!"

Su Lan said: "If it's delicious, come back more often in the future, don't run outside without answering the phone all day."

Meng Shuyao stuck out her tongue, but did not refute her mother's words.

Su Lan scolded him a few words, and started chatting with Wen Changxing again, from his study to life, and asked with interest: "Has Changxing had a girlfriend? Last time Man Xi came over, she said you were busy. I don't have time to talk to her after chasing people." While talking, she remembered something, "By the way, is Man Xi getting engaged? Has the date been set yet?"

Wen Changxing is a person who is very good at chatting. He speaks humorously and can often make Su Lan laugh out loud. There is a deep smile on his lips. He first replied: "I don't have a girlfriend yet." After a pause, he said, " Didn't chase anyone either."

"That girl Manxi is eager to get a marriage certificate soon, but my mother is not very satisfied with the man's arrangement, and she is delaying it now. The two had a fight a few days ago."

Su Lan looked very surprised: "Really? Last time Man Xi came here and looked in a good mood. She also said that she would treat us to a wedding wine for a while."

The two of them had a heated chat, Meng Shuyao unconsciously bit the ends of the chopsticks, and after waiting for a while, seeing that Su Lan had no intention of stopping, she took out her mobile phone with confidence and secretly placed it on her lap to send a message to Song Yuzhou. The message asked him if he got the takeaway.

From a young age, Su Lan taught Meng Shuyao not to look at electronic products while eating. Even at this age, she would still be reprimanded for playing with her mobile phone at the dinner table.Meng Shuyao had been absent-minded because of Song Yuzhou's lack of lunch, and wanted to take his mobile phone several times, but now he finally found a chance.

Song Yuzhou's reply came quickly, he said: [I received it, the porridge is delicious, and you should like it too. ]

Meng Shuyao sent him an emoji back.

"I'm not in a relationship, but maybe Yaoyao is in a relationship." Wen Changxing tilted his head slightly and said with a smile, "Is that true, Yaoyao?"

Su Lan's gaze also turned to Meng Shuyao.

"—Yaoyao, what are you doing?"

"Ah?" Meng Shuyao was startled by her mother's voice, almost dropped her mobile phone to the ground, hid it in a panic and looked up, only to find that two people on the table were looking at her, and her head lowered a little. "What, what's wrong?"

Su Lan said, "What were you doing just now?"

"I'm not doing anything," Meng Shuyao pretended to be stupid, "I think the soup is delicious, would you like some, mom?" He stood up and served Su Lan a bowl of soup graciously, "It's delicious, mom Drink quickly."

Su Lan stared at him carefully: "This is the third time, what is the most urgent thing that must be done at the dinner table?" At first, she thought that Wen Changxing was joking, but Meng Shuyao has been out of his mind since entering the door today, It just doesn't look right.

She said suspiciously: "Yaoyao, you don't really fall in love, do you?"

"How is it possible!" Meng Shuyao denied it with great reaction.

After he finished speaking, not only did he not dispel Su Lan's doubts, but made her even more suspicious: "Don't lie to mom, is there really?"

After Meng Shuyao finished speaking, he realized that he had never been in a relationship before, and he didn't know where this guilty feeling came from...

Thinking of this, he emboldened himself, and said confidently, "Mom, what are you thinking, I'm really not in love!"

Su Lan smiled: "Yaoyao, don't be shy. Mom is very open-minded. If you're in love, you can talk about it. I'm not sure. I've urged you a long time ago. It's because you said you want to start a career that keeps refusing to talk about it. "

She guessed: "Is it a colleague? Or a new acquaintance?"

"Don't guess, there really isn't one!" Meng Shuyao gave Wen Changxing a hard look, and the latter looked at him innocently.

After finally fooling Su Lan, when she went out, she kept saying that she would ask Meng Shuyao to take him home for a look, as if she wished she could immediately take Meng Shuyao to get the certificate, leaving him speechless for a while. Yes.

Wen Changxing drove over, stopped at the gate, and waved to Meng Shuyao: "Here, come quickly."

Meng Shuyao reluctantly sat on it, and said, "If I hadn't promised you long ago, I would definitely not go with you today!"

Wen Changxing accepted his temper well, without moving his eyes, and said casually, "Yes, it's because we are so generous that we are willing to accompany me to drink milk tea."

This is a habit that has been preserved many years ago. When she was still in school, Wen Manxi liked to check in with Meng Shuyao at delicious online celebrity dessert shops, and sometimes she would go to Wen Changxing on her feet.Wen Changxing expressed disgust on his lips, but his body followed him honestly.Later, Wen Manxi had a great time in dating, and this activity became Wen Changxing and Meng Shuyao together.

But since Wen Changxing went abroad to study and came back only once in a few years, they seldom went together.

One is because Meng Shuyao can't go out casually after his debut, and the other is that Wen Changxing has endless things to do when he grows up, and he is no longer as free as he was when he was a teenager.

Meng Shuyao covered herself tightly, and entered the box that Wen Changxing had reserved long ago.

The shop is beautifully decorated, and the menu is also unique, but Meng Shuyao has just finished eating, and he doesn't have much appetite now. He ordered a few signature desserts on the recommendation of the waiter, and he lost interest. No need to say no.

The desserts that came up looked good and tasted good, and they were perfect from the inside to the outside. It is reasonable to say that they are the tastes that Meng Shuyao would like, but he still has no interest now. He picked a few mouthfuls with a small spoon and said no. He didn't know what he was doing, and Wen Changxing was also distracted while talking to him.

Wen Changxing watched him for a long time.

The waiter put down the dessert, said "Please take it slowly" and opened the curtain to go out, leaving only the two of them in the small private room.

Wen Changxing suddenly said, "Yaoyao."

Meng Shuyao was still replying to Song Yuzhou's message, distractedly asking, "What's wrong?"

I don't know what's going on with Song Yuzhou today, but he will send a message every once in a while, as if to remind him of something.

Wen Changxing's usual three-point smiley voice became heavy now for some reason: "Do you have someone you like?"

Meng Shuyao paused while typing.

Wen Changxing smiled again, pondered for a while, and said slowly, "Let me guess."

He said, "Is it... that Song Yuzhou?"

With a ding dong, a new message came in the phone.

Song Yuzhou: [Xiaoyuan said that he would come here to buy things, where are you?Let me take you home by the way. ]

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Xiao Song (only beating around the bush): My wife ignores others when she replies to my messages. He loves me so much!ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

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