Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

Of course, Meng Miandong knew Wen Ran. After only three years since his debut, Wen Ran has grown from a budding rookie to an actor with a good harvest of box office, word-of-mouth, and awards.

The year Wen Ran made his debut was the year he made a fool of himself, so he never had any interaction with Wen Ran.

So, why did Wen Ran talk to him, and there was a hint of intimacy in his words?

Or, it shouldn't be called a conversation, it should be called a conversation, otherwise, why should Wen Ran bother with him?

But his appearance has changed a lot. He is no longer the radiant young man on the stage. Is there any need to strike up a conversation?

Looking at Wen Ran again, he looks like an elegant gentleman, and there is nothing wrong with his whole body, which neatly contrasts his abjection.

He put away his confused thoughts and said perfunctorily, "Hello."

Wen Ran also ordered a glass of whiskey, sat beside him, took a sip, and said: "Your complexion is not very good, you should drink less."

Facing the unexplained concern, Meng Miandong suddenly developed an inexplicable dislike for Wen Ran, he squinted at Wen Ran, and then snatched Wen Ran's whiskey and drank it down in one gulp.

Wen Ran opened his mouth, but did not speak.

The Meng Miandong in this world suffers from alcohol dependence. After encountering huge setbacks, he turned into a turtle with spikes. With alcohol, he escaped from reality and shrank in the turtle shell, unwilling to go out, let alone allow Anyone approaching, so as not to be seen weak and helpless.

Five minutes ago, he was teleported to this world by system 5. When he saw Meng Miandong, he couldn't help but walk up to Meng Miandong, and spoke to Meng Miandong.

But he was clearly doing it wrong.

From Meng Miandong's eyes, he can easily see the disgust towards him contained in them.

Meng Miandong also drank his own glass of whiskey, paid for two glasses of whiskey, turned around and left, ignoring him.

Meng Miandong stays behind closed doors for a long time, what should he do to get close to Meng Miandong?You can't ask Meng Miandong to associate with him abruptly, can you?Now might be his only chance.

He hadn't decided what to do, but his body passed Meng Miandong, blocking Meng Miandong's way.

Meng Miandong looked at Wen Ran in puzzlement, and then smiled viciously: "So you are gay? Did you strike up a conversation with me to have sex with me? I'm not cheap, 100 million times."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to knead Wen Ran's key points in the suddenly dimmed light of the bar, but Wen Ran stopped him.

He glanced at his right wrist which was held by Wen Ran, fixed his gaze on Wen Ran's face, and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Wen Ran is deeply in love with Meng Miandong, of course he wants to sleep with Meng Miandong, but he doesn't want to sleep with Meng Miandong who has given up on himself at all.

Meng Miandong pulled out her hand vigorously, turned around and left again.

For a moment, Wen Ran couldn't think of an excuse to keep Meng Miandong, nor could he think of a way to interact with Meng Miandong, so he had to say: "Okay, one million times."

Meng Miandong couldn't help being stunned, but the idea of ​​self-destruction prevailed, so he put on a proficient look, and showed a smile that he thought was alluring but was actually young: "Thank you for your patronage."

He didn't want to take Wen Ran home, so after leaving the bar, he said to Wen Ran: "Go and open a room."

Wen Ran shook his head: "If you want, come to my house."

Meng Miandong had never heard of anyone who went to a prostitute, and would bring the male prostitute home.

Yes, he defines himself as a male prostitute, and Wen Ran is a client.

But he wasn't interested in being on the news, so he immediately refused, "You probably have paparazzi staring at your house. I don't care. Aren't you afraid of scandal?"

Wen Ran explained: "I bought a new apartment recently, the paparazzi won't stare at it."

Meng Miandong said sarcastically, "That's good, I don't want to get your headlines."

Even though Meng Miandong was full of sarcasm, it was just to cover up the fear in his heart.

Wen Ran felt distressed, and without thinking, he grabbed Meng Miandong's hand.

Meng Miandong was startled, shook his hand away, and then said with a sneer, "Do you need to shake hands before going to bed? It turns out that Wen Yingdi is so innocent."

Wen Ran didn't force Meng Miandong, and walked towards the parking lot of the bar without saying a word.

Before getting into Wen Ran's car, Meng Miandong hesitated for a moment, but finally got into it.

In fact, he had never been in a relationship at all, let alone had sex.

Do you really want to sell your body to Wen Ran?

Just now, he played a bad joke with Wen Ran just to see Wen Ran's panic-stricken expression and to push back Wen Ran who was blocking his way, but he didn't expect Wen Ran to agree.

After Wen Ran agreed, he thought that he could make money from his body, and it was far easier to make money from his body than from writing and singing songs.

Wen Ran's newly bought apartment is not far from the bar, but only a quarter of an hour's drive away.

After Meng Miandong and Wen Ran entered the apartment, they went to strip Wen Ran's clothes without saying anything.

Wen Ran pressed Meng Miandong's hand, wrote another check for 100 million and handed it to Meng Miandong, and said seriously: "No, I'll sleep with you in my arms."

Meng Miandong took the check without hesitation, and said sarcastically, "It turns out that Wen Yingdi is not only gay, but also impotent?"

Wen Ran was not angry, just sighed: "Miandong, I know you don't want to sleep with me, I won't force you."

This smell is really weird.

If Wen Ran wanted to sleep with him, why didn't he just overwhelm him?

If Wen Ran didn't want to sleep with him, why would he strike up a conversation with him?Why take him home?And why give him 100 million?

Is it sympathy?But why did Wen Ran sympathize with him?

If it's not sympathy, why is Wen Ran's tone full of pity?

Could it be that he had crossed paths with Wen Ran before, but he just forgot?

It's impossible for Wen Ran to be his fan, right?Of course it was impossible, after all, there was such an ugly performance.

Or maybe Wen Ran was in a bar and fell in love at first sight with him who looked like a dead man?

Meng Miandong thought hard for a while, and asked, "You... did we know each other before?"

Wen Ran said softly: "I really like the way you sing."

"Singing..." Meng Miandong's brows and eyes were confused for a moment, and then turned into indifference, "Have I ever sung?"

Wen Ran knew that he should proceed step by step, first of all he had to gain Meng Miandong's trust before he could go any further, so he didn't refute, but asked, "Are you hungry? Shall I make dumplings for you?"

Because of his hunger, Meng Miandong nodded subconsciously, but when Wen Ran came out of the kitchen with two bowls of dumplings and beckoned him to sit at the table, he felt like he was dreaming.

In the movie, Wen Ran, who is so handsome and so elegant that there is no trace of fireworks, actually serves him dumplings.

He ate a dumpling, which tasted like celery and pork. He was not a picky eater, but he didn't particularly like dumplings, but this dumpling almost made him cry.

He is an orphan. Before the age of 17, he either ate in the canteen of the school or the canteen of the orphanage.

After debuting at the age of 17, he either ate work meals or ordered takeaway.

In the past three years, he either ordered takeaway, or ate bread, biscuits, instant noodles and the like.

No one has ever gone to the kitchen for him, but now, it is Wen Ran.

Is it true that Wen Ran treats him so well just because he likes the way he sings?Is it really not something else?

But he had nothing to lose.

Wen Ran thinks he doesn't like his remaining savings and apartment.

As for the body, anyway, he has already received the money for selling himself, so Wen Ran can do whatever he wants.

It doesn't make much sense to him to speculate on Wen Ran's attempt.

Thinking of this, he immediately felt relieved.

He ate a bowl of dumplings, and after Wen Ran finished packing, he asked Wen Ran, "Do you want me to take a bath?"

Wen Ran heard what Meng Miandong meant: "Go take a bath, after the bath, we can watch TV together for a while before going to bed."

Meng Miandong nodded and went into the bathroom, while slowly undressing, wondering if Wen Ran would barge in.

But until he was naked, there was no movement outside.

He walked under the shower, passed through the mist, and looked at the bathroom door, unavoidably frightened.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Wen Ran immediately said: "Sorry, I forgot to give you the pajamas and pajama pants, I put them outside, can you come out and get them yourself?"

He hesitated, finally put on his bathrobe, pushed open the bathroom door, he glanced over, but didn't see Wen Ran.

He picked up the clothes on the chair. In addition to pajamas and pajama pants, he also had a pair of underwear.

These should have been sterilized just now, still warm, and they are all new, with obvious creases.

After washing himself, he put them on one by one.

He went to the living room, only to see Wen Ran, Wen Ran was sitting on the sofa drying his hair, the ends of his hair were still wet, but he turned off the hair dryer, and said to him: "Mian Dong, come here, I'll help you dry your hair."

Normally, hair should be dried in the bathroom, right?

So, Wen Ran deliberately waited for him to come out so that he could blow his hair?

He suddenly became dazed, but still sat next to Wen Ran and let Wen Ran dry his hair.

Wen Ran's gesture was very gentle, so soft that he gave birth to the illusion that he was a rare treasure in this world.

He hasn't cut his hair for more than a year, and the tail of his hair is long enough to be tied up. It should be troublesome to blow it, but Wen Ran doesn't seem to be impatient at all.

His right ear was blocked by the sound of the hair dryer, but the sound of the hair dryer in his left ear was much softer, as if separated by layers of obstacles.

This sense of imbalance is a merciless reminder to him—he is already a disabled person, and he is no longer the teenager who is watched by everyone on the stage.

The boy is dead.

Wen Ran noticed what Meng Miandong was thinking, turned off the hair dryer, and handed the remote control to Meng Miandong: "What programs do you like to watch?"

Meng Miandong likes all kinds of shows, and he doesn't like any kind of show. Anyway, all the shows are just tools for him to kill time.

He switched channels, and it happened that one of the channels was broadcasting the interview with Wen Ran.

He looked at Wen Ran on TV, then at Wen Ran beside him, and said indifferently: "If the host who interviews you knows that you are sitting with me watching the show, he will be surprised."

Wen Ran didn't respond, but said: "Miandong, do you want to drink milk?"

Meng Miandong said naturally: "I want to drink."

"I don't have alcohol at home." Wen Ran still stood up and warmed a glass of milk for Meng Miandong.

Meng Miandong stared at the hot milk delivered to him, and said with a half-smile, "You didn't add anything to the milk, did you?"

Wen Ran replied: "No."

Meng Miandong suddenly felt that he was going too far, so far, Wen Ran only shook his hand, and did nothing else, but he never gave Wen Ran any good looks at all.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, then picked up the hot milk and drank it.

Wen Ran smiled and said: "It's okay, I know you didn't mean to say that."

Meng Miandong sneered instinctively: "What do you know? You don't know anything!"

Do you know how I felt when I was on stage?

Do you know what it's like to fall from heaven to hell?

Do you know how painful it is to treat sudden deafness?

Do you know how I got here in the past three years?

No, you don't know anything.

you do not need to know.

You are also under no obligation to know.

And I'm just pissing you off.

After he calmed down, he apologized again: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." This time, Wen Ran only replied three words, and then fell silent.

All the information about Meng Miandong in this world has been input into his mind, so he naturally knows that Meng Miandong is not feeling well, but he can't perfectly avoid all the words that will irritate Meng Miandong, so he should say less and make less mistakes.

Facing the silent Wen Ran, Meng Miandong was quite uncomfortable. After drinking a glass of milk, he kept changing the channel, his eyes were hurt by the flashing light.

Wen Ran didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just silently stayed by his side.

An hour later, it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, but Wen Ran still didn't make any changes.

Meng Miandong couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going to hug me to sleep?"

Wen Ran said softly: "It's okay, I can also watch TV with you all night."

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, how to do it matters to Wen Ran?

Meng Miandong thought curiously, and at the same time secretly rejoiced that she didn't have to be hugged by Wen Ran to sleep, so she really watched TV all night, until it was almost dawn, and then fell asleep due to exhaustion.

Wen Ran turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, brought a duvet and covered Meng Miandong.

He sat far away, staring at Meng Miandong's eyebrows with distress, and went back to his room to sleep after a long time.

Before closing the door of the room, he glanced greedily at Meng Miandong, and said firmly: I will definitely make you better, my Miandong.