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

The presumptuous but restrained dry lips were slowly soaked in the kiss with his back to the camera, rubbing his sensitive nerves.

The decision to leave at the beginning, let go is indecisive, but on the bright side it is said to let go behind the scenes, but in the dead of night, when people are still, they will meet each other in dreams.

It is also because such a little gentle spark is enough to re-ignite in the dead ashes.

The door of the house was pushed open from the outside, and the lights of the Taoist door were not bright at noon and lit up from above the two of them.

There was a smell belonging to Meng Zhijin, and Cheng Xi kissed her like a lonely traveler who had been walking in the desert for a long time, absorbing the smell that could make her feel at ease.

For a moment, Meng Zhijin slightly opened his eyes.

The person I was kissing was very close at hand, my half-drooped eyes were covered by thick eyelashes, and the ends of the raised eyes were full of seriousness.

Different from the flirtatious and casual kisses in the past, Meng Zhijin could feel the emotion that Cheng Xi sent her.

The lips are pressed against each other, but the opening and closing are no longer barbaric and plundering. The light bite of the teeth is gentle.

It is another kind of taste, which makes people want and willing to sink in it.

In the end, both of them needed to take a breather, and Cheng Xicai reluctantly separated from Meng Zhijin.

Meng Zhijin looked up at Cheng Xi who was standing in front of her and asked, "Is this the last time's compensation, or this time's reward?"

This was the next topic in the elevator, Cheng Xi could understand.

She leaned over and kissed Meng Zhijin's nose again and asked with a smile, "Is my sister worried that I won't pay you back next time?"

Meng Zhijin hooked her lower lip: "Then I will be the first one to show up when you encounter anything from now on."

"You just expect something to happen to me?" Cheng Xian tightened her arms around Meng Zhijin for a moment.

The tip of the nose is hot and slightly drunk.

The two of them got closer again, and the distance that separated them just now disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Meng Zhijin looked at Cheng Xi and whispered to her, "The lawyer has gone."

Cheng Xi's eyes trembled slightly when she heard Meng Zhijin's words.

Of course she knew what Meng Zhijin was referring to, and because of her actions for herself, many emotions emerged in her heart.

About yourself, about honesty.

Cheng Xi sank for a moment, raised her eyes with some unclear emotions, and looked at Meng Zhijin: "Sister, I said at the beginning that I didn't know you very well, but actually I didn't let you know that well either. I?"

Meng Zhijin didn't show any of Cheng Xi's fierce reaction at that time, her voice was light and gentle as if she could wrap people in it: "Then if you want, can you let me know more about you? "

The sunlight is soft, spreading a layer of gentleness to the huge room.

Although this is Meng Zhijin's house, Cheng Xi still huddled on the sofa with bare feet according to her own habit.

The tip of the tongue moved the toffee in the mouth slightly, making a slight clicking sound when it touched the teeth.

Cheng Xi just swallowed the candy Meng Zhijin gave her, and told her about her past.

"My family was okay before, and the family conditions were okay. Later, my father failed in business and jumped off the building when he couldn't bear it. My mother also followed him. In fact, I don't understand why they left, even if they were I went bankrupt, counted it, and left a lot of money, although life may not be very good, but it is enough."

In fact, when I think about it, I also feel that this is such a difficult thing, after all, I have already walked over it step by step.

But when he put these things into his mouth, it was like candy quickly melting and sticking to his teeth, and the sound in his throat was sour and difficult.

Cheng Xi paused, buttoned the corner of the pillow next to him, and continued: "At that time, I was still underage, and I really wanted to go to the orphanage, but I was taken away by my uncle, and then I missed the selection of the theater troupe, and then because of I can't dance because of my waist injury."

Meng Zhijin listened quietly from the side, and could clearly hear every unexpressed sigh in Cheng Xi's words.

Her voice was soft and cautious, as if she was afraid of breaking something: "Does your waist have something to do with them?"

"Half and half." Cheng Xi lowered her eyes and never raised her head. "At that time, I really twisted my waist. In fact, it was not a big thing. Take care of it and wait for next year. But you know that the roads in the countryside are not So neat, his son pushed me at that time, and there was a stone on the edge, so... it didn't recover."

One or two sentences make up a story, which sounds simple, but the complete story behind it is not as easy as it sounds.

It's like a huge mountain blocked by rocks, bypassing this layer of wall panels on the surface, behind is the unwillingness that can only be understood by personal experience.

It has been said that pain has no hierarchy.

Meng Zhijin listened, and reached out to shake Cheng Xi's hand.

The slightly cool palm was warm at the moment, pressed against Cheng Xi's heart, tightly wrapping her past collapse.

Cheng Xi turned her wrist, held Meng Zhijin's hand instead, and shook her head slightly: "I've been fine for a long time."

As if to tell another ulterior secret, Cheng Xi got closer to Meng Zhijin and admitted: "What they said was actually true. I did run away overnight with their money. After all, I met Apart from staying away from people like this, I have nothing to do with them, so I can't kill them, right?"

As Cheng Xi spoke, she leaned on the sofa, a little resentful, but also a little happy: "Morality always restrains those good people, but who knows whether God will repay the ill-gotten gains?"

She is still the fox whose emotions come and go quickly, and then she looked at Meng Zhijin again, and shared with her a little viciously: "You know what? Her son owed someone gambling debts a few years ago , The houses in the city center were all compensated. When I ran away, I didn’t look at the traffic lights. I was hit by a car and died when I got out of the alley. The court ruled that the driver was not responsible.

While talking, Cheng Xi laughed.

Although it is true that laughing is not enough to be in awe before death, but Cheng Xi just can't learn to be in awe of everyone.

But what reason does God and Buddha have to punish her for her disrespect?

Her original dream was forced to give up because of these talents, and that smile was full of suffering and pain that she never said.

Cheng Xi took a deep breath, as if she wanted to throw these rediscovered bad debts back to that dark place.

It's just that before she let out a sigh, a shadow fell in front of her.

Meng Zhijin leaned over unexpectedly,

The interlocking fingers turned slightly, and there was warmth and softness on her moist lips.

Because they were really close before, Meng Zhijin sat aside and saw Cheng Xi's emotions very clearly.

The stronger the smile in her eyes, the more sore Meng Zhijin's heart felt.

This is Cheng Xi's past that she has never participated in, and it is also the pain that she has never touched in the past few years.

She knew that Cheng Xi had a bad life in the past, but she never thought that she would feel like this when she heard her tell her the whole story.

Meng Zhijin just watched Cheng Xi sitting on the sofa, her thin body only took up a small part of the sofa.

The long hair was loose on her curled knees, and the drooping eyelashes looked like a stubborn but pitiful little beast.

I want someone to hug her, to hold her in my arms.

Then tell her that she will never be alone again.

The ability to empathize makes people feel distressed, so Meng Zhijin leaned forward and kissed Cheng Xi's chin.

Her movements were still gentle, but with some indulgence that she didn't want to restrain, she directly broke into Cheng Xi's mouth, which was still full of candy.

The taste of toffee poured into the other party, contaminating the tip of the tongue, and even the sharp teeth touched were sweet.

Cheng Xi was disturbed, her breathing and thoughts were disturbed at this moment, and the bad memories were also turned into dust.

I am also willing to let Meng Zhijin pull her, indulge in this moment, and indulge in it.

The daylight approaching the evening poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the living room without any shelter, and the slowly rising temperature stirred up the ambiguity in the room.

The not-so-big sofa can only accommodate one person lying on it. The unbuttoned white shirt hangs loosely on the person's body, and the legs on both sides of the sofa slowly recede.

The turbulent kiss dragged the two of them into the sea-like waves. They were already familiar with each other's bodies, and neither party simply stood down. Keep breathing steadily, and leave silently one second before the lack of oxygen.

Looking at each other, Cheng Xi did not seize power.

This kiss started with Meng Zhijin, and even the initiative was held in her hands later.

The turbulence becomes gentle under the excessive sunlight of the evening, first on the forehead, then on the tip of the nose.

Meng Zhijin rubbed her lips against Cheng Xi's for a few seconds, but she didn't knock on the city gate, like a feather, scratching people's hearts.

Neck, collarbone, the slow journey all the way down.

Then it stopped at the flat lower abdomen and waist.

Cheng Xi was startled suddenly when she felt damp and warm falling down.

Cheng Xi is actually not a person who likes to expose her wounds to others and let others feel sorry for her.

But she could feel that Meng Zhijin was kissing her waist at this moment, kissing the opening in her heart.

"……elder sister."

The voice was a little embarrassed, and Meng Zhijin raised her eyes.

There was a shallow and gentle spring water in those cold eyes, as if it wanted to melt people.

A few strands of hair fell from her forehead, full of tenderness, but also entwined with style.

Cheng Xi was dumbfounded, and the rejecting hand hesitated for a moment before dropping it again.

She is willing to give her mouth to the other party, let her, and only make her feel bad.

The next day, the sky was covered with a layer of clouds surrounded by water vapor, and the weather forecast predicted rain today.

Meng Zhijin had a live interview this morning, and her biological clock woke her up early in the morning.

It was too late last night, Cheng Xi hadn't woken up yet.

The disheveled hair was blocked in front of her face, and her face, which was calm and withered in the dark, was extraordinarily cute at the moment.

Meng Zhijin watched like this, and raised her hand to brush away the messy hair blocking Cheng Xi's face.

The sun was soft, and a shadow slowly fell, and the warm lips kissed the forehead of the sleeping person cautiously and extraordinarily presumptuously.

It was only a second, but Meng Zhijin wanted to extend this second infinitely.

But she still had work early this morning, and she reached out and turned off the alarm clock one second before the alarm clock would ring.

The morning sun was clean and clear. Meng Zhijin walked from the bedroom to the living room, but picked up the clothes and garbage along the way.

At night, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this, but during the day when I watched soberly, my ears hidden under the long hair were turning red and hot.

It's not easy to let others do this kind of thing, Meng Zhijin swiftly put her and Cheng Xi's clothes from last night into the washing machine.

Washing time, the washing machine has already started to work, and the light fabric is intertwined and tumbling in the water through the round glass window, as if it is the subtle lingering in the comfort of the morning.

The place where the live interview was conducted is not far from where Meng Zhijin lives now, and the car soon arrived at the TV station.

The staff of the program group were very attentive to the actress who had finally been invited, and the make-up and communication went very smoothly, and they were even ready half an hour before the live broadcast.

While waiting for the show, Meng Zhijin went to the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the sink, she opened the door and saw Chen Zhuoying standing in front of the mirror not far away.

Unlike the last time when the two of them met, this person was arrogant, this time when Chen Zhuoying saw Meng Zhijin, she smiled a lot more: "Zhijin, what a coincidence."

"Mr. Chen." Meng Zhijin still didn't have much expression on her face, she nodded slightly to her, and turned on the faucet.

She clearly saw that this person had finished washing his hands, but she had no intention of leaving.

While wiping her hands, Chen Zhuoying said, "I also heard about what happened yesterday. That kid is an intern. He just joined the job. To be honest, he really wants to make achievements and make his own decisions."

Meng Zhijin has long been used to various public relations methods. Hearing Chen Zhuoying's words, she understood that they wanted to push it to an intern who had nothing to do with the company, and let the man who broadcast the live broadcast take the lead alone.

The running water gently washed her fingers, and Meng Zhijin replied politely: "Is this so?"

"That's right." Chen Zhuoying nodded, with a look of hatred for iron and steel, "Now these children are too impetuous, they always think about fat people who can eat at one go, and don't care about it."

As she said that, she looked at Meng Zhijin in the mirror, revealing her purpose: "Is Teacher Lu okay? I heard that he got angry yesterday, and no one answered the phone?"

Meng Zhijin: "Uncle Lu has always had his own rules when making movies. There was no publicity when he came out this time. Yesterday's opening ceremony was also very low-key. It was too sudden to be exposed to the public in this way."

Meng Zhijin didn't answer Chen Zhuoying's question directly, but every word and sentence revealed that Lu Jun was extremely angry.

Chen Zhuoying understood clearly from the side, and the expression on her face stiffened a lot.

She did choose Cheng Xi for Lu Jun, and she didn't want to worry about it herself, but she didn't know that she would bump into it like this without thinking.

Originally, she just wanted to ruin Cheng Xi, so that she could take over the role of Lu Jun's heroine, but she didn't want to lose her wife and lose the army. Such a fuss yesterday, not only did not ruin Cheng Xi, but also gave her a wave of enthusiasm , Weibo still has the entry #chengxizhen大女主#, and what's worse, Lu Jun became angry.

After all, Lu Jun is an older generation of directors, and Chen Zhuoying has built a lot of connections with his connections over the years.

If he had nothing to do with him, although he wouldn't be able to get along in this circle, the various resources in the future would definitely be worse than now by more than one level.

Chen Zhuoying now just wants to get rid of the relationship and restore Lu Jun's perception of her.

She even did not hesitate to come here to wait for Meng Zhijin.

"Yeah, I was very angry when I heard about this yesterday, let alone Teacher Lu." Chen Zhuoying reluctantly agreed with a smile, "I'm old, and I can't do what I want these years. BlackBerry is updating and iterating quickly. Not so much contact anymore."

Meng Zhijin nodded in agreement, "Teacher Chen should draw a clear line with BlackBerry and focus on himself."

The light refracts from the mirror, clearly reflecting the expression on the face.

The cold eyes were always lowered, and the streamer turned in her eyes, as if there was something special about it.

It's just that Chen Zhuoying couldn't see it at the moment, nor was she in the mood to observe it so carefully, so she just nodded and said, "Zhijin, you are right."

Then she said again: "I just don't know if Teacher Lu's anger has subsided, and he doesn't answer the phone calls. He is old, so he can't be too angry."

Meng Zhijin turned off the faucet with a blank expression on her face.

Her voice was cold and gentle, and she said as if she was relieved: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, Uncle Lu is not someone who will be angry with him for so long."

Chen Zhuoying also smiled after hearing this, she claimed that she had a good relationship with Lu Jun, and she was regarded as his close friend: "Yes, after all, Teacher Lu has a teacher-student relationship with me for more than 20 years, and she will not be angry. implicated."

Thinking that Meng Zhijin's words this time seemed to be negotiable, Chen Zhuoying continued: "By the way, Zhijin, is it convenient for you? I know you and Teacher Lu are on good terms. He is closing the door to thank guests now. Can you help me give it to him?" Teacher Lu called, I was really worried about him, and I felt relieved when I heard his voice."

"Thorn-"

There was the sound of a tissue being pulled out of the box, and Meng Zhijin wiped her water-stained fingers leisurely under Chen Zhuoying's eager gaze.

It seemed to be a kind of torture, or a death with a knife.

Meng Zhijin casually threw the used paper into the trash can, and smiled politely at the corner of her mouth: "Mr. Chen may not understand what I mean."

Meng Zhijin didn't finish what she said, but the meaning was very obvious.

——You are no longer someone close to Uncle Lu.

In an instant, the smile that Chen Zhuoying could barely maintain on her face froze completely.

"My show is about to start, excuse me."

Meng Zhijin still nodded politely to Chen Zhuoying, and left here after speaking.

The sound of high heels hitting the marble floor gradually faded away, leaving only the light still falling on Chen Zhuoying's face, reflecting her current expression on the mirror.

The hopeful heart felt like falling off a cliff, and it fell to pieces with a snap.

It didn't take long for Meng Zhijin to go back and the live TV interview started. After all, it was the first live interview. Before the official broadcast time, the live broadcast room was already full of people.

[Teacher Meng!Teacher Meng! 】

[Ahhh, so excited, Mr. Meng!You can see the live teacher Meng! 】

[Looking forward to a teacher Cheng appearing suddenly. 】

[Flip my sign, turn my sign! 】

……

The barrage was still being refreshed, and Meng Zhijin walked into the camera under the welcome of the host: "Welcome Zhijin to our "Close to the Stars" as a guest."

"Hello, Teacher Yu."

"We know that this is Zhijin's first time participating in such a live interview program, are you nervous?" the host asked.

"It's okay." Meng Zhijin replied.

"Returning from abroad this time, are you still used to it?" the host asked again.

"It's surprisingly adaptable." Meng Zhijin replied with a slight smile.

It is rare to see Meng Zhijin smiling in front of the camera, and the cold feeling was diluted a lot at that moment, and the gentleness made people feel close.

In the barrage of [Ah ah ah], the host then asked: "Is it also related to participating in a reality show? Under the lens of you often interacting with the surrounding environment, you will get used to it quickly. "

Meng Zhijin nodded, but her speech skills changed: "Indeed, it's easy for people to blend in with familiarity mixed with unfamiliarity."

The host was keenly aware of the ingenuity of her words, and said half-jokingly: "Your words can easily remind me of other things."

And the barrage became excited because of these two sentences:

[Blind guess one because of Mr. Cheng. 】

【Hehehe, I think Teacher Yu is also our orange juice~】

[Mr. Yu, can you ask more questions about "Our Romantic World"? 】

……

Because they had already communicated based on the content of the live broadcast before, the two chatted smoothly and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

As more and more people came in to watch the live broadcast, the host took out the old tradition of "Close to the Stars"-answering questions and leaving comments from netizens.

Meng Zhijin is considered a good actor, and he answered all the friendly questions from fans on the official blog, and soon came to the last question: "Actually, this question is a little bit private."

"I know that many viewers who watched the live broadcast today have watched "Our Romantic World". This question is for them."

The host was eager to survive and explained all the reasons. After making sure that Meng Zhijin was not unhappy because the program group did not have a common problem, he asked, "Excuse me, do you still have contact with Mr. Meng and Cheng Xi after recording the program?" ? Will the two of you have another chance to cooperate in the future?"

"Of course there is still contact. Didn't everyone see it yesterday?" Meng Zhijin replied, her words were tight, "As for whether there is a chance to cooperate, it depends on whether the directors give the opportunity."

"This answer seems familiar." The host laughed and teased, as if to connect to the next link, and said: "I feel that Zhijin seems to be like this all the time. From a distance, she looks cold and gentle, but when she gets close Only to find out that you're just an iceberg that just happened to sit on the edge of a campfire."

Meng Zhijin pursed her lips and remained silent.

What the host said was indeed good, and she admitted it.

"Next, we will randomly call back the contacts on Zhijin's phone to interview him or her about his or her impression of Zhijin, and see if our Meng Da Ying Queen is also an iceberg in the eyes of friends."

As he said that, the host signaled the staff to randomly call and interview Meng Zhijin's contacts under the guesswork of the screen full of barrage.

"Beep beep... hello?"

After a long busy tone, a third person's voice came from the live broadcast room.

The man's voice was a bit muffled and nasal, and sounded a little low.

I was lost in the barrage for a while, and the host was also a little bit lost: "You..."

"Sister, where did you put the skirt I wore yesterday?"

It's just that this "good" word was interrupted by the voice on the phone before the host said it.

The low voice just now seemed to have been cleaned up, and it became much clearer and more familiar at the same time.

The host couldn't believe it when he heard the ambiguous words from that familiar voice, his pupils trembled slightly.

Meng Zhijin didn't change her face in front of the camera, and replied to the person on the phone: "I washed it for you, and it's in the dryer."

The author has something to say:

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