[Deyun Club] Capturing the soul

After breakfast, Wen Meng watched Zhang Yunlei take the medicine before he felt relieved.

"Okay, I'm fine, you go to sleep, I'll be fine by myself later," Wen Meng took care of him all night last night, Zhang Yunlei felt sorry, and urged, "Otherwise, I'll leave now, save the trouble Disturb you."

Seeing his constant urging, Wen Meng could only nod her head, cleaned up all the dishes, and was indeed a little sleepy. After thinking about it, she said, "By the way, there is tea in this cabinet, the tea set is on the table, and my thermos You can adjust the temperature. You can set the temperature and make tea yourself. Newspapers and magazines are in the bookcase in the living room. You can use the TV and computer. If you want to listen to music, just talk to the smart speaker. I’m going to sleep. You can do it yourself Bar."

This is really not treating himself as an outsider, Zhang Yunlei nodded, and said, "OK, you go to sleep, I will weigh it myself."

Wen Meng nodded and left him alone, went back to the room and closed the door, went to take a shower, changed into a nightgown, drew the curtain of the bed, and lay down to sleep.

Seeing that she didn't care about him so much, Zhang Yunlei didn't know whether to say that she was too vigilant or believed in him too much, but after thinking about it, it's no wonder that she didn't care about him. He doesn't have the strength, and even if he has the strength, he can't bear the struggle of others. It's no wonder Wen Meng takes himself seriously.

Thinking of this, he could only sigh, resigned himself to making tea, let the speakers search for a few episodes, drank tea while listening to the drama, flipped through newspapers and magazines, and learned that Wen Meng had read them on weekdays something.

Wen Meng slept for more than three hours, set an alarm clock, woke up at 11:30, opened the curtains, thought for a while, and was going to the kitchen to make lunch for Zhang Yunlei, and send him to Sanqing later garden.

Seeing her come out, Zhang Yunlei, who was watching TV, was a little surprised, "Why are you up? Did I wake you up by watching TV?"

"No, I've set the alarm clock." Wen Meng tied up her long hair casually, stretched her waist, stretched her arms, and said, "I don't have any food at home, so I'll make you beef noodles for lunch."

"Okay," Zhang Yunlei didn't intend to ask her to cook for herself again, but she asked, of course, she was a little surprised, "You can make so much food, I didn't see it."

Wen Meng went to the kitchen to have a look. Fortunately, there were still vegetables and beef at home, so she took them out to process the ingredients, and said casually, "My parents divorced when I was in junior high school. They were busy with work, and I often cook by myself. To eat, and later to study abroad, I have to do it myself, don't underestimate me."

Zhang Yunlei was stunned for a moment, regretting bringing up this topic, strolled over, saw her cutting the beef swiftly, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I reminded you of this."

Wen Meng was stunned, looked up at him, and realized that he was talking about her parents' divorce, so she couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you thinking too much, the little showman is talking about you, right? Divorced families are so miserable Are you biased? My parents broke up peacefully because of their personality differences, and because my dad was too busy with work. Together, but my dad will still come to see me and my mother during the break. Although the two divorced, they are still friends. Later, they remarried respectively, and they both understand and bless each other. I don’t want to disturb my dad and my mother. My aunt has always insisted on living alone."

"It turned out to be like this. I was overthinking it. I'm sorry," Zhang Yunlei understood after hearing this. He scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but said, seeing her busy, "How about I help you?"

"Can you cook?" Wen Meng asked him holding up a knife.

This posture was a bit scary, Zhang Yunlei immediately shook his head, and said honestly, "I know how to order instant noodles."

"...Come on, I'll thank you if you don't make trouble," Wen Meng rolled her eyes, motioning him to get out of the way and continue with the work at hand, and soon the beef noodles are ready, "Eat, eat When it's over, I'll take you to Sanqing Garden."

Zhang Yunlei took a look at the noodles she made, not to mention that they look pretty good, as expected of the daughter of a great chef, this skill must have been passed down, after he tasted it, he couldn't help admiring, "It's delicious, I think you open a restaurant It's all good."

"The handicraft passed down by my father, it depends on my mood if others want to eat it." Mentioning this, Wen Meng was still a little complacent, showing off complacently.

"That's more to show off. Wait a minute, lend me your bowl and take a photo to commemorate it." Zhang Yunlei paid it back when he heard it. This is the first time Wen Meng has given himself serious No matter how you cook, you have to leave a souvenir, take a photo, and then continue to eat happily.

Wen Meng went with him. The two had dinner, chatted for a while, and drove him to Sanqing Garden.

Because they came early, there was no one in Sanqingyuan Hutong, so Zhang Yunlei put on his mask and glanced at her, "I'm leaving, be careful on the way back, and I'll contact you later."

"Well," Wen Meng watched him get out of the car, and she didn't feel relieved until he successfully entered Sanqing Garden, and turned around to go home.

Not far away, her phone rang suddenly. Wen Meng glanced at it, and it was Kong Qingxiao. She was a little surprised, and quickly answered, "Smile? Why did you remember to call me, aren't you busy?"

"We have to be busy for the new year. We won't go out to perform during the new year this year. All the staff will be on vacation. I will return to Beijing in two days. How about it? Come out and get together when you have time next week. I will be in Beijing this year for the new year. I don't plan to do it in a short time out."

"Really? Then the relationship is better, okay, when you come back, I will cleanse you up, and then let's go out all night together," Wen Meng was very happy. Kong Qingxiao seldom returns to Beijing, and usually she will go abroad to perform after two days. It's really rare to be able to celebrate the New Year in Beijing this time, so I readily agreed.

"Success, hey, that's right, where's that handsome guy? Haven't you two talked yet?"

"What handsome guy?" Wen Meng was a little puzzled, and after thinking about it, she realized, "You mean Zhang Yunlei?"

"Who knows, just keep calling you when we went to the Singapore Music Festival, the voice sounds nice to me, okay, voice control, what does the person look like, no introduction, there are people of the opposite sex but no humanity thing."

"What nonsense are you talking about? He was just an artist I was in charge of at the time. As far as friendship is concerned, don't you think too much?" They often joke around, and Wen Meng is used to it.

"Come on, what kind of artist is going out to play with his own photography and still insists on it. I heard him talking that day, and I wanted to put on my wings and fly over to drag you back. What's your name? Zhang Yunlei? What's your name? , who are you going to hack to death? No, why does it sound so familiar?"

"Actors from Deyun Club, haven't you ever toured in Singapore? You are also from Beijing anyway, so why don't you care about your parents?" Wen Meng really has nothing to do with her, and she is not good at it anyway. It's understandable, let's put it half a year ago , I also know a thing or two.

"Oh oh oh, yes, Deyun Club! Zhang Yunlei! The one who twisted like a snake! I remembered! Okay, Mengmeng, you don't like entertainers, aren't those who talk about cross talk considered entertainers?"

"Can you be more serious, who picked him up, I don't want to get involved with people in this circle now, isn't Jiang Shuo enough for me?" Wen Meng didn't want to provoke people in the circle anymore, especially artists, who were simply better than Jiang Shuo. Shuo is in trouble.

"Then the grandson is still playing tricks on you, isn't he? I can't kill him when I return to Beijing!"

"Okay, don't take one grandson at a time, can you be more gentle?" Wen Meng said helplessly to her, like a gangster, and comforted her, "This matter is settled, don't mess around, wait Tell me when you return to Beijing, and I will pick you up at the airport."

"I'm looking down on who. When I return to Beijing, the people who pick me up can line up from the gate of the airport to the Fifth Ring Road. Do you believe it? Will it be your turn? Alright, I will contact you when the time comes, bye."

"Okay," Wen Meng smiled helplessly, hung up the phone, suppressed her smile, and pursed her lips.

Hearing what Kong Qingxiao said, she suddenly felt that there seemed to be some problems between herself and Zhang Yunlei. Before she knew it, they were getting too close, which would easily cause misunderstandings and gossip. Pull some distance away, at least not

It can make others misunderstand that they are a couple.

It is undeniable that Zhang Yunlei is very good. In the past, maybe she would have had a glimmer of hope. It is rare to meet the opposite sex, and it would be good to develop more, but now, she is a little scared.

It's not that she's afraid of his character, but that getting too close to a public figure like him will be very stressful. She hasn't considered developing a relationship with an artist yet, so it's better to keep a little distance.

After all, unlike Qiao Qiao, she still has time to squander and play around. After Jiang Shuo's incident, Wen Meng became more cautious about emotional matters, and would rather quit in time than develop recklessly.

Thinking of this, she sighed and continued to drive home.

The following days were as usual, Yu Xinxin had already returned to China, and Wen Meng didn't have time to contact Zhang Yunlei too much. Everyone was busy with work, and rest was a luxury for people in this circle.

Seeing that the Spring Festival is coming, the work in the studio cannot be stopped, and they can only take turns to rest. Wen Meng also received a call from her mother.

"Mengmeng, mommy will go back on the eighth day of the lunar new year and stay with you for a month before leaving. You should go to your father's place for Chinese New Year, you know?"

"Okay, I get it, don't worry." In the past, her mother Meng Jiru also made the same decision. She would go to her father's place to celebrate the new year, and she would come to accompany her after the eighth day of the lunar new year. Wen Meng was used to it.

"By the way, I heard from Xinxin that you have contacts with Deyun Society, can you let mom go to the unboxing show?"

"Here... Let me take a look. You know it's hard to get open-box tickets. Let me ask when the time comes." Wen Meng hesitated. She knew that her mother also liked watching cross talk, and Deyun Club's North American tour When I was there, I bought a front-row ticket to see it.

"Okay, mom won't disturb your work, remember to eat on time," Meng Jiru reminded, and hung up the phone.

Wen Meng hung up the phone with a bit of a headache. At this time, her mother suddenly wanted to watch the cross talk show of Deyun Society. The tickets for opening the box had long been gone. If it was impossible, maybe the small theater could still get tickets. She hesitated again and again, but couldn't get it. Make up your mind who is better to ask.

Thinking about it this way, she is also familiar with Zhang Yunlei and Yang Jiulang in the Deyun Club, and she is always embarrassed to trouble Meng Hetang, but if she contacts Zhang Yunlei, it will run counter to her previous thoughts, and if she contacts Yang Jiulang, he will definitely know. After thinking about it for a long time , or gave up.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to give up on unpacking this time, Zhang Yunlei's call came.

"...Is there something wrong?" Wen Meng deliberately didn't contact him too much during this time, but he would still call every now and then. If she didn't answer, it would turn into WeChat, and she couldn't stop returning to others' WeChat for no reason , I had to chat a few words with a haha.

"Why are you busy?" Zhang Yunlei also noticed that Wen Meng didn't get in touch with him very much during this period. It was a little strange. Isn't the incident last time over? , I can understand, as usual, he would greet you twice when he was free, and he felt fortunate that Wen Meng didn't mention Lu Lianchao's matter again, so he finally felt more at ease, "I want to ask you, what do you want when we open the ticket?" No? I left three for you, if not enough, I will exchange them with them. "

When he said that, Wen Meng felt even more upset, and hesitated to say what she wanted to say. After weighing it up, she compromised, "That's enough. It just so happened that my mother just called to see the unpacking. I think there should be no tickets now. I'm about to give up."

"Are you stupid, don't you have me? You can't watch a show with me? You underestimate me, don't you?" Zhang Yunlei laughed, a little glad that he left her a ticket, which is not just to please her Well, even her mother is flattering her, she will definitely have a good seal in the future

Like, "Then it's settled. I'll send you a WeChat message at the time and place later, and you can bring your aunt to see it."

"Okay, then I will thank you first, and I will support you later," Wen Meng accepted his kindness. After all, it is rare for her mother to make a wish, and she has to fulfill her dream anyway. "My mother likes Teacher Guo very much."

"Then I'll ask the master to sign for auntie when I'm free, and I'll give it to you when you come to see it." Zhang Yunlei became more excited when he heard it, and said that the request was so simple, it was just a matter of talking.

"Okay, thank you, then I'll contact you later," Wen Meng thanked, hung up the phone, and sighed.

Originally, I wanted to reduce contact, but looking at it now, I owed someone another favor. If this continues, it will be really difficult to repay.

Wen Meng couldn't help but feel a little headache, but there was nothing he could do, let's take it one step at a time.

The author has something to say:

Hahaha yesterday we talked about Yunleihui

I laughed so hard, a certain cutie also said that the son of the second master should be called Xiao Huihui hahaha

A certain cutie also said that her son's name is Xiao Huihui and her daughter's name is Lucky

...I want to say that there is a dog named lucky near my house hahahaha I can no longer look directly at this English name

Why is the son a wolf and the daughter a dog hahaha~ because the second master is a little wolf dog?

Hahaha I'm dying of laughter ORZ

You guys want to laugh at me, the author, to inherit my second master!

No way!