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

The sunlight still stayed on this person, but Meng Zhijin's eyes were separated from Cheng Xi's memories.

The black eyes were clear and cold, with thin forehead hair hanging down in front, silently distanced himself from the person who was looking at him.

Four eyes facing each other.

Cheng Xi's heart skipped a beat, and her ears felt hot from the man's cold gaze.

Be a guilty conscience.

I don't know if it was because she realized that the way she looked at Meng Zhijin was too straightforward, or because of the inappropriate memories that suddenly rushed into her mind just now.

Because of eyebrow trimming, the two got a little close.

Meng Zhijin's voice was not high enough that no one around could hear it.

Compared with Cheng Xi's embarrassment when he was caught, Meng Zhijin seemed very indifferent.

Seeing that Cheng Xi didn't look like she was about to speak, she took her gaze back unhurriedly, then turned her head and asked Cheng Xi's make-up artist standing by, "How is it? Is it the feeling you want?"

The make-up artist Cheng Xi, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at Meng Zhijin's eyebrows that seemed to be sculpted by hand, and nodded again and again, admiringly.

Meng Zhijin was not surprised, put down the eyebrow trimmer casually, like a patient teacher, and continued: "Miss Cheng's facial features are inherently world-weary. Since they are world-weary, don't deliberately make the wildly grown eyebrows delicate..."

It was this cold and gentle appearance that made Cheng Xi frowned slightly.

It was just the same as when Meng Zhijin stood in front of the mirror and didn't know who to talk to.

Once was an accident.

Those two times were not.

Straightforwardly, he broke his ecstatic gaze, and then calmly exchanged his experience with others.

What is this, retaliation plus tune | play ex?

There was a slight difference between the Meng Zhijin in Cheng Xi's cognition and the Meng Zhijin she had seen in the past few days.

The Meng Zhijin she knew in the past was never like this.

The corners of Cheng Xi's lips slowly dropped.

So, I really don't know her well, right?

A staff member who was holding a camera phone came over, and the interviewer asked, "I didn't expect Mr. Meng to have such skills? I wonder if Mr. Meng has trimmed eyebrows for other people in the past? "

Meng Zhijin was honest and shook her head: "No."

"Is that so? Seeing Mr. Meng's skillful technique, I thought it was the result of many attempts." The interviewer was a little regretful, and then laughed, "It turns out that Mr. Meng's eyebrow shaping skills are the same as acting skills. report."

"Don't dare to take it." Meng Zhijin pursed her lower lip and said modestly.

Cheng Xi paused for a moment when she bit the Longjing Crisp.

Of course Meng Zhijin didn't dare to be the one, and she had her share of credit for her current proficiency.

Cheng Xi no longer remembers how many times her eyebrows were trimmed by Meng Zhijin, nor how many times she messed with her.

The bright winter light fell into the room, and the lips moved, looking for the hands with interlocking fingers to throw the eyebrow trimming knife on the carpet for an unknown number of times.

Strike while the iron is hot, the interviewer contacted the two people who don't mind sharing a lounge, and said in the interview: "I still remember that Mr. Meng and Ms. Cheng worked together three years ago. They look very familiar, and they must be in private. Contact a lot, right?"

The voice fell, and the lounge suddenly fell silent.

The staff on the side quickly winked at the interviewer who was out of the situation.

The interviewer was very puzzled, he paused for a moment, and his face froze.

His sluggish brain finally recalled the paparazzi's candid photo of the two standing side by side at the end of the "Mo" celebration banquet three years ago, with cold faces on each other.

——Irrefutable evidence for the conclusion that the relationship between the two people is not good.

The staff member felt extremely wronged.

He has come into contact with many celebrities, and he has never seen any celebrity couple who have a bad relationship can accept sharing the same lounge, and even have such intimate things as eyebrow trimming.

How can this make people think of it all at once!

There was a faint embarrassment in the air.

Cheng Xi, who is both the center and the periphery, slowly put the last bite of Longjing Cake that he hadn't had time to eat just now into his mouth.

Then, seemingly unintentionally, he looked towards the real center, Meng Zhijin.

This person is more indifferent than I imagined.

The satin skirt naturally hung down her well-proportioned long legs, revealing a corner of jade-like skin.

Her hands rested on the armrest of the sofa, forming a beautiful arc with her raised shoulders and neck.

Even more natural than Cheng Xi.

Cheng Xi frowned.

The stubborn and naive thoughts in my heart were stopped abruptly, and the expectations filled with curiosity fell to nothing.

Meng Zhijin's assistant is always by Meng Zhijin's side to handle various matters, and she responds quickly.

The incoherent speech that he had just faced with Cheng Xishi just disappeared, and he was very clever and calm to help everyone present: "Mr. Meng has been filming "Daylight" abroad for the past two years, and has lost a lot of contact with everyone in China."

"This is unavoidable." The interviewer quickly took over the topic handed over by Assistant Meng Zhijin.

The interview, where the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point, was saved by the catering of these two people.

The interviewer brought the topic back to Meng Zhijin, and said, "After returning from country Y this time, does Mr. Meng have any plans for the next work? Will the focus of work return to China?"

"Of course. It's just that there is no specific plan for work." Meng Zhijin replied very officially, "It is true that I have lost a lot of contact with China in foreign countries over the years. After returning to China, the most important thing is to plan for a reunion."

"In fact, it is better to hit the sun than to choose the day."

Cheng Xi's voice broke his glasses and came from behind the camera.

Her long straight black hair blocked half of her face, and the white and pitch black formed a stark contrast, making her raised red lips particularly eye-catching.

"Since Teacher Meng intends to reconnect with people in China, why don't we take this opportunity to get to know each other again?"

There was a strong smile in Cheng Xi's eyebrows, and a seductive style radiated from her fox-like eyes.

There is also a cunning with ulterior motives.

Since Meng Zhijin has "tricked" her more than once, it's not too much for her to pay her back once, right?

Anyway, I was originally a "stranger" she hadn't contacted for a long time.

What's more, the "feud" back then was to cover up the fact that they were together.

Now this fact has long since disappeared, and the misunderstanding in the past no longer exists in people's impressions.

Or go deeper.

Maybe Meng Zhijin would quit "Our Romantic World" because of her "impoliteness" in front of the camera, and she would not want to cooperate with her.

Don't you have another job to do?

After finally regaining some vitality in the room, it went dark again, An Jing changed her way of being and hovered over Meng Zhijin.

She was still sitting on the sofa, her crow-feather eyelashes drooping a little.

It seems to be thinking, but it also seems to be cold and unwilling.

"Dangdang, Teacher Meng's No. [-] studio has been emptied."

The sound of knocking on the door came from the door, and the reminder made the staff around them feel amnesty.

Just as they were grasping at this life-saving straw to separate the two seemingly opposing people, Meng Zhijin stood up.

The hand that Cheng Xi stretched out just now to show his sincerity hadn't been taken back yet, just like that, he was grabbed by someone without warning.

Two different hands overlapped and held each other, and the cool palms gave birth to warmth.

Strange, but also with a familiarity that people don't want to admit.

and ambiguous.

The fragrance on Meng Zhijin's body is free and distant, approaching Cheng Xi very real.

Her voice was as soft as ever, and she coldly printed a word in Cheng Xi's ear.

"it is good."

After Meng Zhijin left the lounge, the staff also came to inform Cheng Xi to shoot after a while.

The magazine's equipment is very professional, and Cheng Xi's filming went smoothly, finishing work before the afternoon rush hour.

Xiao Wu told the driver to come over, but he didn't know what was said on the other end, so he continued to call and went out.

Xiao Wu is not someone who brings personal matters into work, so Cheng Xi stays in the studio and waits for her to come back.

"Ms. Cheng is really photogenic, it feels like she was born for the camera." The photographer looked at the photo of Cheng Xi brought up on the computer screen with satisfaction, and couldn't help but praise, "Ms. Cheng will take pictures in the future." If you need it, you must come to me."

As he spoke, the man handed the business card to Cheng Xi.

Cheng Xi took the card with a black background, and her face, which was much more delicate than that on the screen, raised a blush and bloomed brightly: "Okay."

The photographer stared blankly.

For a moment I didn't know what to say.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the studio.

Meng Zhijin's assistant peeked out half of her head from the door that was slightly opened, and asked with a full smile, "Mr. Cheng, I just saw your assistant looking for the driver. Is your work over?"

"It's over, come in." Cheng Xi nodded, looking at the book she was holding in her hand, she probably knew what her purpose was, "Do you want to sign it?"

Meng Zhijin's assistant nodded immediately: "Is it possible?"

This little girl seemed to be about the same age as Cheng Xi herself, and her eyes were bright and filled with anticipation.

She didn't know if she would show such an expression of admiration in front of Meng Zhijin, but thinking of her sneaking up to find her as Meng Zhijin's assistant, Cheng Xi felt as if she had won Meng Zhijin's head.

"of course."

Very refreshingly, Cheng Xi took the notebook and pen from Assistant Meng Zhijin's hand as she spoke.

The brand-new book still has a woody smell that has never been opened, and the pure white title page is decorated with a circle of lace, which is extraordinarily delicate.

Cheng Xi took off the cap of the pen and was about to sign her name when her wrist paused.

"What's your name?" Cheng Xi asked.

"My name is Chen Qi, Er Dong Chen, and Qi is the number seven in traditional Chinese, so everyone calls me Xiao Qi." Xiao Qi said, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Cheng Xi knew.

The tip of the pen slid across the pure white paper, and wrote a line of blessings with Xiaoqi's name in them, as well as the name of the person who wrote the blessings.

After finishing writing, Cheng Xi showed her signature to Xiao Qi: "Is this okay?"

The alienation and indifference created by the red lips and black hair are in sharp contrast to the gentleness and gentleness in the voice.

Xiao Qi straightened his eyes.

After a pause for a few seconds, he felt dizzy, and held the notebook Cheng Xi handed over in his arms, as if he had found a treasure.

"Squeak."

The door of the studio was pushed open again, and Xiao Wu had a sad expression on his face: "Sister Xi, it's a bit troublesome."

"521B0 is here again?" Cheng Xi guessed.

"Yes and no." Xiao Wu was distressed, "Sister Ming reported the case to the police yesterday, and 521B0 did not show up, but I'm not sure if these people are them this time."

Cheng Xi didn't like the gloom in the team, so she pinched Xiao Wu's drooping face: "Children, don't droop your face, Sister Ming is not here, but Sister Xi is here. Let's stay the same. It's still the old way. You get in my clothes and get in the car and get rid of them."

"But can you do it alone? What if they have other people who keep up with you?" Xiao Wu's worry was not relieved, but worsened.

"That... I think I might be able to help you." Xiaoqi listened to him, raised his hand cautiously, and recommended himself, "I can discuss it with Teacher Meng and send Teacher Cheng home."

"Mr. Meng occasionally encountered illegitimate students when he was abroad. I have anti-investigation experience."

Cheng Xi was a little surprised by Xiaoqi's self-recommendation.

However, Xu Shi's contact with her several times in a row made her, who is very wary of outsiders, relax her vigilance a little.

It's just that she still wanted to ask her assistant's opinion, and asked Xiao Wu, "What do you think?"

Xiao Wu has had contact with the staff around Meng Zhijin in the lounge, and of course knows that the people around Meng Zhijin are not bad at professionalism, so he is very grateful to Xiao Qi: "Then I will trouble you."

The setting sun slanted past the small, inaccessible back door of the studio, and fell into the thick summer leaves.

It's not yet midsummer, but the concrete floor has been whitened by the sun, and the greenery is cast, and the light and shadow are mottled.

Cheng Xi stood in an inconspicuous corner wearing clothes borrowed from the studio, and a peaked cap completely covered her small face.

The dark car body was flowing with light, and the expensive car logo slowly stopped in the center of Cheng Xi's line of sight.

She couldn't help but be amazed that Xiao Qi could borrow such an expensive car, and saw this man sticking his head out from the co-pilot, beckoning her to get in the car quickly.

The car door opened automatically, and the warm cool air drove away the heat on Cheng Xi's body with extra consideration.

She stepped on the outstretched car pedal, got on the car, and thanked politely: "Thank you, Xiaoqi."

"No, no, no." Who knew that Xiao Qi waved his hands again and again, and signaled to Cheng Xi, "If you want to thank Teacher Cheng, you should thank Teacher Meng."

The familiar name was caught off guard by Cheng Xi's ears, and even the gaze she was about to raise couldn't help but pause.

The setting sun was slowed down by the window coating, and Cheng Xi described the scene inside the car gently.

Meng Zhijin was sitting upright in the back row of the car, quiet but with a strong sense of presence.

"I'm beginning to doubt the purpose of your new acquaintance with me."

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