After the divorce, the whole world is waiting for us to get back together

Compared with the cold and abstinent in front of the camera, Meng Zhijin has a lot of amorous feelings that are out of her character at this moment.

The loose long hair swept across her back and side face, and the pure white skirt surrounded her, clean and casual but provocative.

But Cheng Xi has seen her casual look.

More than once.

There is a sense of familiarity in the overlapping of past memories and reality.

It made people feel a little indescribably astonished.

Meng Zhijin soon noticed the unexpected visitor coming into the house.

Turning her head to look, she saw Cheng Xi and Qi Ming standing at the door of her house, the opened door was wide open.

The wind passed through the room and lifted the curtains hanging in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it a bit indescribably quiet for a while.

The six eyes met and the three of them were stunned.

It was Qi Ming who spoke first: "Mr. Meng, why are you here?"

As he spoke, he swallowed the remaining half of the sentence: still dressed like this.

"This is my home." Meng Zhijin's voice was a little cold, as if she was a little displeased with the two of them breaking into her home like this.

"Your house?" Cheng Xi was stunned, and turned to look at Qi Ming.

Isn't this her home?

Didn't she pay the down payment?

Now that the house is sold, can the house be divided into two halves for two people?

"2602, my home." Meng Zhijin said again.

Meng Zhijin's voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it struck Qi Ming like a thunderbolt.

She couldn't believe it, and had to go to confirm again and called up the pictures taken by her mobile phone.

Although the two doors are exactly the same, there is a slight gap in the small iron door plate above.

Although the 1 of the artistic body also has hooks up and down, it is indeed different from the previous 2.

"260...1?" Qi Ming looked at the picture with his eyes getting bigger and bigger, and then he said to Meng Zhijin with embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Mr. Meng, I'm really sorry that we went to the wrong door."

After all, the professional quality of the agent is still there. Qi Ming then added: "We just moved to the opposite door of your house today, and we will be neighbors. Next time we are free, we will formally visit you. Today is really troublesome for you. "

Listening to Qi Ming's words, Meng Zhijin let out a "hmm", and didn't care about the fact that someone went to the wrong door of her house.

The mist rising from the cup was blown across her side face by the wind, seeming to dilute the displeasure between her brows a lot.

Qi Ming felt that today's incident was the Waterloo of her career, so she dragged Cheng Xi out.

Just when she crossed the threshold, Cheng Xi suddenly stopped her pace as if she remembered something.

She held onto the door frame with her backhand like this, and looked at Meng Zhijin who was still standing at the long bar counter meaningfully: "But Mr. Meng, why can I open the door of your house on my birthday?"

The voice fell, and the world seemed to be quiet.

Qi Ming, who had been in an atmosphere of embarrassment and embarrassment just now, opened his eyes again.

Meng Zhijin paused for a while while drinking from the cup, the light fell on her drooping eyelashes, and she couldn't see her emotions clearly.

Cheng Xi just leaned against the door frame like this, waiting for Meng Zhijin to give her an answer, slightly bent her eyes with a bit of blatant perversity.

It's hard to say how many thoughts can come out of my head at this moment, Cheng Xi, who has always been competitive, only feels that she has the upper hand, as if Meng Zhijin is the only one who can't forget the old love here.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, or it was just two vibrations of the second hand.

The glass was placed on the bar, and there was a slight click. Meng Zhijin slowly raised her eyes, and just walked to Cheng Xi's side, and walked to the door.

The combination lock sensed the approach of a finger and lit up.

Meng Zhijin entered a string of numbers neatly in front of Cheng Xi, and a similar rotating light lit up in front of the three of them.

——This is a reminder that the password is entered correctly.

Meng Zhijin turned her eyes away from the combination lock, and met Cheng Xi, with a calm sense of alienation in her voice: "0327, my birthday, is also my family's password."

The air is quieter now.

Meng Zhijin's birthday is March 27th, and the combination locks with nine keys arranged three and six are arranged up and down.

So... It was because she entered too quickly when she entered it just now, and pressed the wrong password.

Cheng Xi suddenly became dumb, and her ears, hidden under her long hair, felt hot.

Meng Zhijin took his time and reminded: "Don't make such an oolong again in the future."

"……Oh."

Cheng Xi only felt that she had never done such a shameful thing in her life, so she took Qi Ming and left after answering Meng Zhijin's call.

The light in the corridor brightly illuminates the windowless space, making the back of the fox that was flamboyantly flaunting run away.

Meng Zhijin leaned against the door frame and watched quietly, watching Cheng Xi open the door and enter the room, a smile flashed in his eyes.

It's kind of fun to run away.

"Buzz."

At this moment, Meng Zhijin's cell phone on the bar vibrated a few times.

Marble is not shockproof, and the sound of news coming is particularly obvious in the slightly empty room.

Meng Zhijin closed the door again and returned to the house.

She glanced at her phone, her eyes darkened a little.

Before I contacted her, she slammed into the door first.

[Su Jing: Gossip, a new neighbor has moved in next door to your house. 】

Meng Zhijin was straightforward: [Cheng Xi. 】

Su Jing was a little surprised: [Have you seen it? 】

【She went to the wrong door and entered my password to enter my house. 】Meng Zhijin stated simply.

[? ] Su Jing froze for a moment, 【How did you solve it?Cheng Xi is not easy to fool this child. 】

Meng Zhijin didn't answer directly: [The door lock has two passwords, one for opening the door and one for management. 】

Su Jing immediately understood, but her role as a manager forced her to remind Meng Zhijin: [I suggest that you better change your password. 】

[Did I tell you not to do this.If someone with a heart finds out, I don't know what trouble will happen. 】

Meng Zhijin saw that this was not the first time Su Jing had mentioned this matter to her, her eyes darkened.

She had ignored it before, and she will not now.

And now she has more important things to ask Su Jing: [You should tell me why you know this. 】

Su Jing pursed her lips, and explained simply: 【It's just that kid Xiaoming complained in Moments, so I knew she started to help Cheng Xi find a house.Then I made a favor and gave her the information I collected before buying you a house. 】

As she spoke, she added: [How can you say that I am so amazing, how can I control the overall situation? 】

Meng Zhijin looked at the words sent by Su Jing, and a see-through smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She, Su Jing, has such an ability to control the overall situation, otherwise why would she become one of the top managers in the circle.

This is not a good topic, Su Jing didn't wait for Meng Zhijin to return to her, and said again: 【This is my gift for you to return to China, how about it? 】

Meng Zhijin looked at the boring words from Su Jing, lowered her eyelashes, and then threw the phone back on the table.

Ended this chat unilaterally.

It was a leisurely afternoon, and the sunlight became extraordinarily soft.

The wind blew through the bamboo forest and made a rustling sound. Su Jing stood in front of the mahogany table with her arms extended, practicing calligraphy quietly.

Although Su Jing usually gets along with Meng Zhijin without the distance of elders and younger generations, she is indeed a senior who is 20 years older than Meng Zhijin.

It is not easy to go from being a little assistant with her mother to being a top agent who is now alone.It's just that now that she's older, she doesn't have such a strong sense of professionalism, and the vigorous struggle of her youth has been fully reflected when she enters middle age. The only artist she really takes care of is Meng Zhijin. No matter what, I started to learn how to cultivate myself.

Her writing brush had just landed on the rice paper, and before she could take it out, the mobile phone that was placed aside turned on, and the notification sound of the bubbles was particularly crisp.

Before she could finish writing, Su Jing put down her pen and clicked on the message.

The only one who can make her cell phone ring like this is Meng Zhijin.

[Meng Zhijin: Accompany me to the recording site of the show tomorrow, and I will meet you with the ink I brought back from filming in Huizhou last time, and your kindness is also there. 】

Su Jing's eyes turned when she saw Meng Zhijin's news.

That Huimo was Meng Zhijin's treasure that Meng Zhijin found in China with great difficulty. After Su Jing returned to China, she mentioned it to her several times and she didn't let go. Today, she sent a message saying that she would give it to herself tomorrow, or bring it to herself.

It's clear at a glance whether this gift for returning home is good or not.

In fact, it is not a big problem to miss yesterday afternoon's recording, but Ye Suanzao lost to Tudou, Cheng Xi and Meng Zhijin's points were overtaken by Yu Tong and Xu Changyan, and finally ranked No.2.

Although the difference in ranking points is only one point, the gap between No.1 and No.2's dating configuration is extremely large.

The No.1 romantic dinner is a candlelight dinner prepared by the chef of a five-star restaurant in the tallest building in the city center, while No.2 is an open-air dinner carefully arranged by the program team outside the romantic cottage. The tables are still commonly used in coffee shops The kind of small round table.

The poor configuration is not a star.

Cheng Xi even suspected that the program team spent more than half of the budget on making reservations for five-star restaurants.

"Some resentment." Cheng Xi took a sip of wine, rested her chin and looked at the venue surrounded by light balls, dressed up as a dating atmosphere, and preached to the camera.

The camera crew on the opposite side didn't have much contact with an artist with such a personality as Cheng Xi, and was a little nervous seeing her drooping eyes in front of the camera.

After all, for a person with a thick face like her, even if the corners of her mouth droop a little, it will make people feel murderous and not easy to provoke.

"bawl."

And at this moment, a plate filled with cut steaks appeared in Cheng Xi's camera.

Meng Zhijin sat on Cheng Xi's left hand side, put her portion of meal in front of Cheng Xi unhurriedly, and pointedly said: "If you can't cut the steak well, don't hurt the innocent."

"..."

Cheng Xi was a little embarrassed to be seen through her little thoughts.

She looked at the steak that Meng Zhijin had exchanged, and smiled obediently: "Mr. Meng is so nice?"

"Yes." Meng Zhijin was not as humble as she usually is in front of the camera, and calmly accepted Cheng Xi's compliment.

As she said that, she took Cheng Xi's steak very naturally, and a piece of beef that was not cut was lying ugly on the side of the plate.

Meng Zhijin didn't talk too much throughout the dinner, she sat across the round table, quietly and naturally blending into the beautiful painting of the night.

And Cheng Xi was the one who broke the canvas. Most of the conversation between the two of them was her talking, either because she was annoyed that if she picked up the sour dates that fell on the ground before going down the mountain yesterday, or because she disliked the bad arrangement of the venue of the program group. distracted.

If you only listen to the narration, you will feel that Cheng Xi is like a talkative spoiler, Meng Zhijin endured it really hard.

But if you look through the lens, you feel that there is a kind of harmony in this picture.

even beautiful.

Meng Zhijin, who has always been indifferent, will patiently listen to Cheng Xi's speech.

He will also tickle the corners of his lips to cheer her up.

He even picked up the wine glass to clink with Cheng Xi when she needed it.

The young director who was in charge of Cheng Xi's date with Meng Zhijin today looked at the camera, acting even more outspoken than the original chief director.

The eyes of the person sitting in the remote monitoring screen staring at the two people read brightly: If this is not love.

Perhaps with the infiltration of alcohol, Cheng Xi's date with Meng Zhijin this night was more harmonious than she expected.

Not only was there no awkwardness, there was even a kind of naturalness and comfort that she couldn't describe.

The soup was gone, and there was only a little wine left in the decanter, just enough to cover the bottom of the glass.

Cheng Xi poured the last drink equally between herself and Meng Zhijin, and looked up at the night sky.

On the dark night, stars shine one after another, shining brightly, like white paint splashed by God on a black canvas.

Cheng Xi couldn't remember the last time he saw such a beautiful night scene, and sighed: "The night sky in the suburbs is much more beautiful than the city."

"There is no light pollution." Meng Zhijin replied.

Cheng Xi was dissatisfied with Meng Zhijin's answer, curled her lips, and threw two words at her: "Boring."

Meng Zhijin was not the case. He took a sip of his wine and said, "The truth."

Cheng Xi snorted again.

The alcohol slowly evaporated, a little on the head.

She just looked at the starry sky like this, the summer scenery was covered with a layer of winter snow in the smell of wine, and an idea popped up in her head inexplicably: "Does Teacher Meng think that this kind of starry sky is very suitable for kissing?" ?”

Cheng Xi smiled a little, spoke slowly, and took another sip of wine.

The thin lips were stained with a red that hadn't completely faded, and the crystal wine stains coated it with a layer of seductive crystal.

She did it on purpose.

So the corners of the eyes stained with alcohol also wrote presumptuous seduction.

But Cheng Xi is not the only one who is drunk under the stars.

She heard the sound of a chair rubbing against the ground, and the chair she was sitting on was immediately touched by another chair.

A familiar coolness stroked her chin.

Then there was the kiss that was teased by her.

The author has something to say:

Meng Air Conditioning: She seduced me first ⊙⊿⊙→