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

The big rest was unusually quiet, and the voices of the staff talking in the corridor seemed a little jumpy, and even Cheng Xi's heart skipped a beat.

The world reflected in the mirror is flat and bright, and Cheng Xi sees her own figure in the mirror where Meng Zhijin is standing.

The flat screen brings the two very close.

So close, as if within reach.

Cheng Xi's mind moved slightly, and she was about to lift her foot after hearing this.

But she didn't expect a crisp response from behind her: "Hey, come here."

A strange little girl who looked about her age strode in with two cups of takeaway coffee in her hand.

Looks like it should be her new assistant.

The mirror reflected the silent light, and Cheng Xi let out a laugh in her heart.

It turned out that she was self-indulgent.

"I remember I buckled it up for you when I left?" the assistant's voice was a little puzzled.

Meng Zhijin retracted her gaze indiscriminately, and her eyes really fell on the person behind her.

Did not answer her.

"It seems to me that you are too thin to hold the buttons."

Seeing that Meng Zhijin didn't answer, the assistant simply talked to himself, with distressed complaints in his voice: "At that time, the director and Sister Jing both advised you, in fact, it is enough to reduce it to that level, there is no need to pursue restoration, the state It's enough when it arrives. Look at it now, it's been almost a spring, and it's just getting better."

"I know, you want that actress, but it's worth it to toss your body like this? The stomach problem happened again the night before yesterday. After tossing until today, it will be too much to go to shoot the magazine cover again."

The assistant muttered, and the inconspicuous voice inevitably reached Cheng Xi's ears.

The gaze towards Meng Zhijin also fixed for a moment.

A thin golden bracelet hung on that slender wrist. If it wasn't for the protruding wrist bone to block it, Cheng Xi thought that the bracelet would definitely fall down her hand.

Is it really worth it?

Questions pass through the shackles of time and come from the past.

The two voices overlapped, and Cheng Xi frowned slightly, inexplicably remembering what happened the day before their divorce.

The cold moon hangs on the upper left corner of the window frame, casting cold light into the living room.

Dark clouds covered most of the stars in the sky, and it was lonely and dark, which made people feel depressed.

Cheng Xi had already forgotten what mood she was in at that time, but her voice was still cold after being worn down by time.

"Is it really worth it?"

She looked at the script of "Mo" in front of her, and asked Meng Zhijin.

Meng Zhijin's lips were always pursed.

The crow-feather-like eyelashes lifted a little in front of her, and the aloofness that had never disappeared in her pupils shattered into starlight, filling her pupils.

After a pause for a few seconds, Meng Zhijin moved her lips and called out to her, "Xiao Xi."

"It will get better slowly."

Meng Zhijin's calm voice connected with the voice in the memory, abruptly interrupting Cheng Xi's memory.

Her tone sounded gentle and indifferent, as if she was comforting the assistant who was worried about her, but it was not just like that.

The mirror refracted bright and dazzling light, and Cheng Xi seemed to feel that someone's gaze had paused on her body.

"Slowly, slowly, when will it end, I see—" the assistant muttered in worry and distress, and just when she was about to say something, her eyes widened, "Cheng Xi! You It's Cheng Xi, Teacher Cheng!!"

Cheng Xi was taken aback by this man's sudden turning.

But seeing this person seems to have finally met the idol he has liked for a long time, and he became incoherent with excitement: "Mr. Cheng, I am your idol, no, you are my fan... No, that is, it is that I have liked you for a long time! "

"Why did Mr. Cheng come here? Do you have something to ask Mr. Meng? Is there still drama in your romance cp!"

Cheng Xi looked at the little girl who suddenly appeared in front of her, she was a little at a loss after not accepting the fans' enthusiasm for a long time.

However, after a few seconds, she returned to her usual appearance.

The bright red lips curled up slightly, and the room card marked 106 was lifted up.

Cheng Xi's fox eyes were not innocent, and said: "I also want to know why the magazine arranged my lounge here."

"I'm really sorry, Teacher Meng. It's our work mistake. I'm really sorry."

"The filming of the monthly, quarterly, and semi-annual magazines has been arranged together today. It is our staff who misread the timetable. I am really sorry."

"We will deploy manpower immediately, and we must give Mr. Meng and Ms. Cheng a reasonable and satisfactory solution."

……

After finding out what happened, the editor-in-chief of the magazine apologized repeatedly.

It's just that most of them are for Meng Zhijin, who just won the Golden String Award for Best Actress.

Cheng Xi knew it, and sat on the side watching this person.

The top of her head, which was finally covered with a few strands of hair on the side of her head, slipped away due to the constant sweat and constant bowing, which gave a reason for the unexplained smile on the corners of her lips.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside by the staff.

Although there were people talking in the room just now, the editor-in-chief of the magazine was the only one explaining and apologizing, and a room where no one responded to the conversation was no different from a quiet room.

The staff member didn't know what he said to the editor-in-chief of the magazine, but seeing his already nervous face made it even uglier.

He rubbed his hands together, hesitantly and then said to the two of them bravely: "Well, I'm really sorry, the rest room is full today, can Teacher Meng and Miss Cheng share one room?"

Cheng Xi changed the side of her crossed leg, and said with her usual laziness and casualness: "I don't care."

Although she minded being in the same space with Meng Zhijin, there was really no need to be unforgiving in order to separate from her.

What's more, she and Meng Zhijin have already broken through the barrier of "meeting each other honestly", let alone changing clothes in a closed room.

After getting Cheng Xi's answer, the editor-in-chief of the magazine turned his trembling eyes to Meng Zhijin.

The reason why people in the circle call Ms. Meng Zhijin Meng is partly because she started acting with her actress mother when she was young, and the acting age is not known how much longer than those actors who are older than her, and the other part is because she That one-of-a-kind aura.

Although it is cold, it is also gentle.

Before seeing Meng Zhijin himself, it was hard for people to imagine that someone could combine the two seemingly contradictory temperaments of aloofness and aloofness with gentleness and easy-going so well.

Meng Zhijin sat upright, the starlight gathered by the broken diamonds gathered into a layer of warmth.

She didn't open her mouth to deny it, nor shook her head to express her disapproval. She just lowered her eyes, which was regarded as a tacit consent.

The editor-in-chief of the magazine suddenly felt amnesty.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and immediately said: "To express our apologies, we have prepared refreshments for the two of you while waiting for the filming."

Speaking of which, the editor-in-chief of the magazine signaled the staff who just came in to go out and prepare.

I don't know if the magazine really prepared it, or rushed out to buy it now.

After a while, two staff members walked in with beautiful boxes.

The white porcelain bone plate with the golden fork reflected the bright and expensive light. Cheng Xi knew that an actor of his level would not receive such high treatment even if the other magazine made a mistake first.

In silence, she had a feeling that she was enjoying Meng Zhijin's light.

But in the next second, those fox-like eyes hooked up, and moved away from the cake filled with mangoes in front of him without hesitation.

Cheng Xi has allergies, so she wouldn't touch the mangoes on the cake, and she couldn't even smell them.

She can't get enough of Meng Zhijin's light.

In fact, this is not a loss to Cheng Xi, just stay away and don't touch it.

There is no need to owe Meng Zhijin anything.

"Sorry, I have a stomach problem recently, and the cake smells a little uncomfortable to me, can I change it to something else?"

Just when Cheng Xi was thinking this way, Meng Zhijin's voice sounded.

Her voice was slightly apologetic, so faint that she couldn't even lift the ripples on the lake.

But it wrinkled the peace in Cheng Xi's eyes.

Meng Zhijin knew she was allergic to mangoes.

But the reason for changing the cake was that her assistant just confirmed that she had a stomachache. It seemed that countless coincidences and secrets collided together, making it impossible to catch the trace.

Cheng Xi frowned.

But the one who was more troubled than her was the editor-in-chief of the magazine.

God knows how quickly his heart that had just been let go was suddenly lifted up.

The staff who came to deliver the refreshments responded quickly, and immediately apologized and promised a one-stop service: "I'm really sorry, we didn't understand the specific situation, and we were negligent. We also prepared Longjing crisps, which will have a little tea fragrance, but it's not obvious. Can the teacher see it?"

"Yes." Meng Zhijin nodded in agreement.

The brief interlude passed like this.

With the progress and changes of the times, the magazines that people used to obtain information in the past have become a kind of collection.

Perhaps, in order to attract more people's interest before the publication, the magazine staff in charge of Meng Zhijin are shooting exclusive behind-the-scenes around her as she touches up her makeup.

The assistant next to Meng Zhijin also took this opportunity to slip up to Cheng Xi, who had changed her clothes and was putting on makeup, stiff and excited, and then confessed to Cheng Xi: "Mr. "Daylight" started to pay attention to you when you won the best newcomer award. You like me the most, no, it's your character that I like the most, that is Liao Ning in the "Forgotten Girl" two years ago, really It’s so beautiful! It’s that kind of tenacity, it’s like a cinnabar mole in my heart!”

Cheng Xi felt that Meng Zhijin's assistant had a bit of a knack for being able to step on two big thunders in a row.

It's just that Cheng Xi thought about it again, these two works are the only ones he can get his hands on now, and most of his fans fell in love with him because of these two movies, so why should he complain to them? ?

On the contrary, it's me now, I'm sorry for their enthusiastic liking.

Sunlight fell from one side of the window, blending with the light, and the girl's lips, which were dyed a layer of crimson again, lightly pursed.

Cheng Xi glanced at Meng Zhijin who was sitting on the sofa not far away, her raised eyes looked like a cunning fox: "Your boss is still here, isn't it inappropriate to tell me these things?"

"It shouldn't matter, right?" Meng Zhijin's assistant touched her head, and looked at Meng Zhijin with some uncertainty.

Cheng Xi looked at her, the smile on her face deepened, and she reminded: "Children, you should be more serious about your work."

A sparrow flew past the window, casting a little light in the room.

I don't know if the voice of the conversation between the two is a bit obvious, Meng Zhijin obviously paused.

It was like an unreal illusion that Cheng Xi saw in the corner of his eye.

Not sure.

Cheng Xi turned her head to look at Meng Zhijin while she was putting on makeup, but she saw the man's gaze resting on her.

Cheng Xi once heard Qi Ming say that time will dilute everything, but now she feels that the waves of time rushing to the shore seem to have forgotten her.

Looking at Meng Zhijin's familiar frown, she knew that she was expressing her dissatisfaction with the makeup that the makeup artist had put on her now.

I also know that this person is a paranoid perfectionist who has his own opinions on various matters.

She hides this under her gentle and cool mask, and will not do it herself unless necessary.

"Her eyebrow shape itself is very good, so there is no need for major repairs." Meng Zhijin's voice rang out when the makeup artist was about to put the eyebrow trimming knife between Cheng Xi's eyebrows.

The makeup artist didn't take it seriously. She boasted that she had her own ideas, and said boldly: "Mr. Meng, you may not understand, this is to match Miss Cheng's attire today."

The expression on Meng Zhijin's face was indifferent.

Without saying a word, he took the eyebrow trimmer from the man's hand.

Without any discussion, Meng Zhijin put her finger on Cheng Xi's chin familiarly.

Cheng Xi suddenly paused, and subconsciously raised her head in coordination with Meng Zhijin's chin.

The tacit understanding between the two cannot be described.

The eyebrow trimmer rubbed against the skin of the eyebrows, making a slight rustling sound.

Meng Zhijin's slightly drooping eyes were written with seriousness, and her expression and movements had a businesslike feel.

It's just that the cool fingers just pressed against Cheng Xi's chin, the familiar feeling overlapped with the memory of a slit.

Memories always like to rush in at certain moments.

The early morning sunlight fills the bedroom, and the trees in the courtyard swayed slightly by the gentle wind.

Meng Zhijin's long hair, which was pinned behind her ears, fell down from her shoulders and rested on Cheng Xi's arm, emitting a faint fragrance.

The thin blade refracted the silver light, and under Meng Zhijin's careful operation, it passed between Cheng Xi's eyebrows one by one.

Cheng Xi knelt on the side of the bed in a stateless manner, her slender legs protruding carelessly from the hem of her skirt, offsetting Meng Zhijin's, as white as two clumps of snow falling in the room in spring.

I don't know if it's the gentle scratching of the blade between the eyebrows, or the seemingly non-existent teasing of the hair hanging on the arm, Cheng Xi couldn't hold back, shrugged her shoulders and laughed: "It's so itchy, sister."

"Don't move around, what if the repair is broken." Meng Zhijin gently pinched Cheng Xi's chin and reminded.

Her voice was calm and gentle, with a touch of pampering that no one else could see, without the slightest bit of anger that this person's actions almost hurt her.

Otherwise, Cheng Xi still smiled.

Like a treacherous and cunning kitten, it followed its master standing in front of it and climbed up.

Meng Zhijin's waist was soft but not full, and the white cotton nightgown was light and thin across Cheng Xi's face, unable to block even half of the temperature.

She stuck close to Meng Zhijin like this, a smile gradually spread from the corners of her lips to her eyes: "It's okay, my sister can't fix it, I will take it to a magazine shoot tomorrow."

Meng Zhijin's eyes bent, and her knuckles gently scratched Cheng Xi's chin, as if teasing a cat.

She stabilized her wrist, and while trimming Cheng Xi's eyebrows, she reminded: "Children, you should be more serious about your work."

I don't know which season the light fell between the two from one side, diluting the coldness and coldness of Meng Zhijin in Cheng Xi's sight.

There are light and shadow undulations in her slightly curly long hair, and fine shimmers hang from her eyelashes, making her skin as translucent as cream.

very nice.

"It's so beautiful, do you want to look at it a little longer?"

The memories intertwined with reality were interrupted by a cold voice.

Cheng Ximeng regained consciousness, and saw Meng Zhijin unhurriedly put down the eyebrow trimmer in her hand, and met her eyes.

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感谢在2022-07-1408:46:19~2022-07-1508:49:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: llllllla01;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!