Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

The topic went around, but the question of where to sleep still couldn't be escaped.

Maybe it was because of the emotional ups and downs of the day, and He Shi was still talking to me, so I fell asleep. Of course, there must be the hypnotic effect of his classical Chinese.

When I woke up again, the room was much darker. I was stunned for a while before realizing that this red "marriage room" was my bedroom, and I had already gone home.

It is my habit to look at the phone first when I open my eyes. I raised my arm to reach the bedside to touch the phone, but found that I couldn't lift it up at all, as if it was tied up.

But I wasn't too surprised, because this feeling is very familiar. Before He Shixin period, he slept like this every night. If I got up to start work, his eyebrows would twist in his sleep.

"He Shi, I want to get my phone, so relax."

The sound just woke up was not very clear, He Shi didn't understand my sprain at all, he hummed twice but hugged me even tighter.

"He Shi, get up first, what will my mother say when she sees me?"

He heard these words clearly, and he answered very simply, rubbing his head on my shoulder, "Ling Tang knew about this, she agreed."

Although I have been away from school for many years, my basic cultural level is still sufficient, but I understand what he said, but I don't understand it.

"What, what do you mean?"

What do you mean she knows?What does she know?What did you promise again?

Maybe it can be summed up as, "What nonsense did you tell her?"

His arms were stiff, he propped up half of his body, and gave me a bed, "Wuhe, you are hurt, we live together so we can take care of you."

Just talk when you talk, what are you doing so close, when you hug me, the heat hits my ears, and when you get up, you are facing my face again, the current picture should not be too beautiful.

Just like the day when big fierce A forcibly married straight man B, straight man B's chrysanthemums were covered with bruises, big fierce A hit his chest hard, man, you can't escape.

God, I was trembling because of my own thoughts, and got goosebumps all over my body. If He Shi develops in this direction, he might as well learn from Lin Daiyu.

I straightened my neck and ducked out, "Then what does my mother say?"

He followed up, "She smiled happily, and said yes repeatedly, telling me not to be too alien, and you can call her...Mom."

This is the first time in my life, and I hope it will be the last time, that I have doubts about Ms. Liang's IQ. I have such a smart son, shouldn't my brain turn quickly?

Just think that she is too anxious to hug her grandson, so she should be anxious when she sees me bringing a man home. If I bring a dog back today, Ms. Liang won't let me live in a kennel, will she?

I raised my eyebrows, "You just acquiesced? Didn't explain a word?"

"This..." He moved away from above me and lay flat on the side, obviously bullying me that I couldn't move my neck, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.He said: "The one who cleans up cleans himself."

I don't believe his nonsense, "Don't do this with me, why don't you explain, are you trying to murder me and inherit my Weibo account?"

He didn't reply me, could it be that he doesn't understand modern jokes?Although we are about the same age, after all, there is a generation gap spanning hundreds of thousands of years.

Perhaps it should be explained to him.

"Brother Meng." He said one step ahead of me, "Don't mention killing or death, please."

He was very serious when he said this. Although I couldn't see his expression, I could distinguish his tone of voice.

Is it because the ancients taboo these things?

Before I could ask, the phone by the bed rang, and my thoughts were drawn elsewhere.He Shi helped me get the phone, I picked it up, it was Sister Ling.

Sister Ling: "See you, you really kicked the ass this time."

I was full of question marks, and He Shi was also curious, posting over to "steal" my phone call.

"Thanks to your innocence and unpretentiousness, there is a variety show looking for you to be a resident."

I really?!"

It is no exaggeration to describe my current state as ecstatic. God knows how long it has been since I have had a permanent variety show resource, at least three years.

Three years ago, I acted in my true nature as a male N based on a sand sculpture, and unexpectedly made a small circle, and then a variety show invited me to be one of the permanent members.

I really cherished it at the time, but unfortunately the result was not satisfactory. In the 90-plus minutes of the first episode, I was a foil for the scene for less than 3 minutes. For the entire season, I didn’t even read a sentence in the middle of the advertisement. I stayed for twelve episodes. It is not as good as human flying, and the value created by the guests for half a day is considerable.

Since then, I have learned lessons, summed up experience, and honed myself in fragmented variety show resources, even small daily materials, thinking that one day I will be seen by others.

No, Huangtian pays off, and finally another program group saw my hard work!

Although, according to Sister Ling, the program group is interested in my gay hot searches, the origin of those hot searches should also be due to my sense of humor.

"Brother Meng, what is...a variety show?"

All of a sudden, He Shi opened his mouth, and he pressed close to my ear, and the person on the other side could definitely hear every word.

If How to Interpret is not time travel, but system travel, then I guess his mission must be: to make Meng Jianjun gay in front of everyone.

Now I really want to ask, did the ancient people interrupt other people's phone calls at will? Oh, they didn't have mobile phones in ancient times, so they didn't make calls.

I gave He Shi a push, took the lead to break the silence, and continued on to the topic as if nothing had happened, "Sister Ling, when will the variety show start recording? I have a sprained neck, and I may only be able to lie in bed for the next few days."

There was the sound of papers being flipped over the phone, and then Sister Ling said, "It opens next Monday, and you still have five days to recover. After finally receiving the variety show, you have to give it to me if you have a broken neck! Do you know?"

"I know, I know." How could I not know how rare this opportunity is, and I kept answering yes, after all, it is better not to take on bad dramas now, there are so few stages, magazines are not up to the standard, and variety shows are rare and effective resources.

At this point, the call should have ended perfectly.

however…

Sister Ling: "Wait, you said you can only lie on the bed?"

Me: "Just for a few days, but before the recording starts, I'm sure—"

What I want to say is that it will definitely recover before the recording starts, but Sister Ling doesn't seem to be focusing on this. She suddenly yelled at me loudly, as if she was agitated, "Meng Jianjun!"

I was stunned, "Ah, ah...?"

Sister Ling: "Who is the man who spoke just now? Is it Xiao He!"

I still don't understand, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Sister Ling slapped the table on the other end, "Yeah?! You're fucking lying on the bed with your man and calling me? You're fucking gay, get out!"

Me: "No! Sister Ling, listen to my explanation——"

beep--

It was the familiar sound of hanging up the phone again, and the familiar gay oolong again, I put down the phone without love, "He Shi, you can't listen to my phone calls in the future, and let me be misunderstood again, I, I really Put you back in the painting!"

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