Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

You should be happy, right?

Taking advantage of the rare courage, Meng Miandong carefully wiped off the dust on the desk and chair that had not been used for a long time.

In order not to touch the past, he hadn't been in the study for more than two years, and even moved the computer to the living room.

The air in the study room was dull due to the lack of ventilation for too long, and it was almost impossible to breathe. Everything in front of his eyes was both familiar and strange, but when he sat down at the desk, he suddenly heard the radiant boy looking towards him. He shouted: "Meng Miandong, come on, you can definitely do it."

Immediately afterwards, the long-lost self-confidence gradually recovered in his body.

"I will definitely be able to do it." He murmured, but when he picked up the pen, he found that he didn't even know what story Wen Ran's new movie was about.

Before, he never thought of accepting the job offered by Wen Ran, so he didn't know anything about Wen Ran at all.

I don't know how it is possible to write lyrics that fit the movie?

He tried to use his mobile phone to search for Wen Ran's new movie, but the crew only announced the cast, and the story was kept secret.

He hesitated for a long time before calling Han Cheng: "Brother Han, can you tell me what kind of story Wen Ran's new movie tells?

Hearing this, Han Cheng said pleasantly, "Are you going to write a song?"

He said frankly: "I want to try."

"The screenwriter of this story hasn't handed in the first draft yet. The general content was finalized by Wen Ran and director Jiang. I only know the outline." Han Cheng suggested, "You'd better go ask Wen Ran, Wen Ran will be at the meeting tomorrow morning. Two o'clock, that is, get off the plane at seven o'clock in the evening Paris time, participate in brand activities at six o'clock in the evening Paris time, after the event, there will be a reception, you can call him at noon tomorrow Paris time."

"I..." Meng Miandong liked Wen Ran, but after listening to Han Cheng's suggestion, she subconsciously became timid.

Maybe Wen Ran has other arrangements at noon tomorrow?If he calls Wen Ran, will Wen Ran find him troublesome?

Moreover, he has repeatedly refused to make the theme song for Wen Ran's new movie. Now that he is so eager to call, will Wen Ran feel that he was deliberately promoting himself before?Will it make Wen Ran feel that he has deep scheming?Will it make Wen Ran never come to hug him again?

He was full of fear that no one could tell, he wanted to drink to relieve himself, but he didn't want to succumb to alcohol so quickly.

He hung up the phone, and subconsciously drew a pen on the paper with his right hand.

A good piece of white paper was cut into pieces by the pen, and the places where too much force was applied were even cut open.

I'm really useless.

He sat on the book chair and hugged his body with his hands.

This is a body that has been thoroughly tasted by Wen Ran, that sexual affair is clearly what he desires, why can't he feel happy at all?

At that time, he regarded that sexual event as the last in his life, and he just wanted to remember the feeling of being hugged by Wen Ran, but now he hopes that Wen Ran can hug him again, many times, many times, even if It doesn't matter that Wen Ran is only interested in his body, so when he thinks that Wen Ran might hate him, his heart hurts badly.

Obviously before, he always wanted to complete the transaction as soon as possible, so that he wouldn't have to see Wen Ran again.

Just like what he concluded before, he is a good material for a male prostitute, with a lustful/slutty nature.

Simply... just try to sleep with someone else?

Maybe others can also bring him joy, after all, this body is so greedy.

He thought so self-destructively, he did it once by himself, and he never let go of the front or the back.

But it was uncomfortable, not at all uncomfortable, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry.

He stared at the dirt in his hands, didn't want to move, just sat so quietly, when the dirt condensed, the skin on his hands seemed to burst.

I don't know how long I sat there, but the alcohol addiction suddenly came up again.

He walked out of the study, drank a bottle of cocktail, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

He obsessively touched the traces left by Wen Ran on his body, and suddenly felt that he was going crazy.

After taking a shower, he didn't go back to the study, but sat in front of the computer again and opened the game.

Before the game page could be loaded, a piece of news popped up from the lower right corner: A plane flying from City A to Paris was supposed to land at Charles de Gaulle Airport, but it made an emergency landing at Orly due to a sudden engine failure. At the airport, there is currently no news of any passenger casualties.

smell burning...

Could it be this plane that Wen Ran was on?

Nothing will happen to Wen Ran, right?

He wanted to call Wen Ran, but the phone was not with him.

He hurriedly rushed to the study to get his mobile phone, but tripped over the stack of papers he took out from the bottom of the bookcase just now.

He tried to stand up, but the unspeakable place suddenly throbbed.

it hurts...

But this is the proof that Wen Ran hugged him, right?

He tried his best to stand up, and the pain instantly swept through every piece of flesh inside and outside his body, causing him to break out in a layer of cold sweat.

He took a low breath, stretched his hand, and finally got the phone smoothly. However, because of sweat, the next second, the phone fell from his slippery palm.

He wiped off his sweat with his home clothes, and leaned over to pick up his phone, but the pain became more severe.

His already pale face suddenly turned even paler, without the slightest trace of blood.

But there was no time to wait for the pain to subside, he immediately found Wen Ran's mobile phone number from the missed calls, and pressed the dial button.

But there was only a mechanical ringtone coming from the phone, not Wen Ran's voice.

Until the phone automatically hung up, there was no Wen Ran's voice.

Will something happen to Wen Ran?

No, because the news said that there is currently no news of any passenger casualties.

For now...

He made one call after another, but the call was never connected.

He searched the Internet for related news, but many fans of Wen Ran posted on Weibo, and the top searched item turned out to be praying for Wen Ran.

smell burning...

He lost his strength and knelt down on the ground. The lights were so bright that he felt that he had fallen into endless darkness.

If something happened to Wen Ran, what should he do?

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Accompanied by his assistant, Wen Ran boarded the plane.

To avoid causing a commotion, he took the first-class cabin, and the first-class cabin was very quiet. He asked the stewardess for a glass of red wine, and drank slowly.

He is not very interested in alcohol, but at this moment, he wants to drink a glass of wine.

Alcohol dependence...

How good would it be if Meng Miandong didn't suffer from alcohol dependence?

How good it would be if Meng Miandong didn't suffer from sudden deafness?

The alcohol slipped into his stomach, and he actually came up with an idea: Sudden deafness has no reason, I can't guarantee that I can suffer from it, but alcohol dependence can, if I also suffer from alcohol dependence, there will be no reason. In pity for each other, will Miandong allow me to get close?

Should be?

After all, I'm not ugly, am I?

He drank his glass of red wine and asked for another.

The assistant beside him couldn't help but persuade: "Mr. Wen, stop drinking."

Wen Ran said with a smile: "Sorry, I made you worry."

Yes, he couldn't develop alcoholism, at least not yet, and he had to get the job done first anyway.

He put down the goblet, closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep, but couldn't fall asleep.

His mind was full of Meng Miandong, Meng Miandong with all kinds of expressions, and finally, all Meng Miandong turned into a Meng Miandong, and that Meng Miandong jumped down from a tall building, splashing blood and brains all over his body. on the ground.

He woke up suddenly, his heart was beating wildly, he pressed his temple, and looked out again.

He was on the plane at 02:30 in the afternoon, and it was completely dark now, and the whole plane seemed to be swallowed by darkness.

He collected himself and thought of Meng Miandong again. What happened to Meng Miandong?Although the mouth said it didn't hurt, it must have hurt, right?After all, it was the first time with that body.

Why did he choose to hold Meng Miandong last night?

According to his itinerary, after hugging Meng Miandong, he obviously didn't have enough time to accompany Meng Miandong.

But Meng Miandong doesn't need his company, does he?What Meng Miandong needs is for him to leave.

He carefully recalled the situation last night, and had to admit that Meng Miandong was forcing himself last night.

He pressed his temples again before he took out a magazine and flipped through it casually.

Not long after, the whole plane suddenly bumped up.

Is it the air current?

He didn't think much about it, but he became inexplicably uneasy.

After a while, an announcement was made in the plane: "Passengers, please fasten your seat belts. This plane will make an emergency landing at Orly Airport due to engine failure."

After this broadcast, the plane became more and more turbulent, which made Wen Ran have to suspect that the emergency landing at Orly Airport might be just an excuse, in order not to cause confusion among the passengers in the cabin.

If he died at an altitude of [-] meters, probably there would be no bones left, right?

Would Meng Miandong be glad to be freed from his entanglement?

He put on his seat belt and called out the system 001 in his brain: "If I die in a plane crash, what will happen to Hibernation?"

System 001 replied: "Miandong will most likely die from alcohol, and you will have no way to return to this world, and you will have no chance to save Miandong again."

Hearing this, he asked anxiously, "Is there any way to prevent the plane from crashing?"

System 001 said awkwardly: "No."

Wen Ran closed his eyes in the turbulence of the plane almost upside down, his stomach churned uncomfortably.

The assistant next to him panicked and said, "Mr. Wen, we won't die, will we?"

Wen Ran stretched out his hand and patted the assistant's hand, comforting: "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

Of course it would be fine, because he couldn't die here, he couldn't leave his hibernate, even if his hibernate didn't need him at all.

The turbulence did not stop, the lights in the plane were flickering, the eyes hurt from the sting, and the comfortable seat under him seemed to have grown thorns.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body seemed to be weightless, and there was nothing to focus on.

The assistant turned pale with fear, and in his eyes, he couldn't help but think of Meng Miandong.

Meng Miandong in this world is weak, with pale skin, every bone is mercilessly pressed against the skin, protruding, and there is no trace of blood on his whole body, holding him in his arms almost knocks his body It hurts.

He likes Meng Miandong, so naturally he doesn't think this kind of Meng Miandong is unattractive, but he feels distressed more.

Hibernation...

The plane tilted suddenly, and the lights inside the plane went out, leaving only endless darkness.

Wen Ran felt desperate, but he kept comforting his assistant: "It will be fine, it will be fine..."

What he comforted was not the assistant at all, but himself who was at a loss.

In the darkness, he heard the cry of his assistant and the cries of other passengers, but unfortunately, the plane tilted more and more, and it was actually going straight down.

After almost a lifetime, the plane actually landed. The landing was not smooth, but luckily nothing major happened.

Then, the announcement rang again: "Passengers, our plane has successfully made an emergency landing at Orly Airport. Please don't panic."

Looking at the night at Orly Airport outside the window, Wen Ran was so frightened that his fingers trembled when he went to unbuckle his seat belt.

Almost, almost he would never see Meng Miandong again.

He managed to unbuckle the seat belt smoothly, and after a sigh of relief, he helped the trembling assistant unbuckle the seat belt.

The assistant is only one year older than Meng Miandong, and has just graduated from college. He looks carefree on weekdays, but he hasn't experienced anything.

And Meng Miandong graduated from university with honors in the year of his debut because of skipping grades.When Han Cheng launched Meng Miandong, he vigorously promoted this point, and Meng Miandong's songs were quite popular, so Meng Miandong was hailed as a rare young genius not long after he set foot on the music scene, saving the depression Ziwei star in the music circle.

If Meng Miandong's fame wasn't so smooth three years ago, perhaps Meng Miandong wouldn't be so depressed now, right?

Feeling lost in his heart, Wen Ran stood up and helped his assistant get off the plane.

As soon as he got off the plane, he saw the tail of the plane shining with sparks, which was extremely eye-catching in the dark night, and he could not help but recall the false alarm just now.

The assistant was still scared and trembling all over, so he had to help the assistant and walked slowly towards the airport exit.

At this time, he remembered that he should ask Han Cheng and Meng Miandong if he had dinner?

He helped his assistant to sit in the rest area on one side, and then turned on the phone that was turned off. As soon as the phone was turned on, Han Cheng's call came in immediately: "Wen Ran, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine." Wen Ran asked concerned, "Did Miandong have dinner?"

Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Miandong had dinner, and he told me that he wanted to try writing songs, and asked me about the content of the new movie. I asked him to call you himself."

"Really?" Wen Ran was overwhelmed with surprise, Meng Miandong wanted to try writing songs, this news was really great news, it made him feel that everything he experienced just now was nothing.

"It's true." Han Cheng said, "I suggest that he call you at noon Paris time."

It's noon, it's only 45:[-]pm in Paris time, it's too long before noon.

He desperately wanted to confirm the good news from Meng Miandong, so he hung up Han Cheng's phone and immediately dialed Meng Miandong's number.

In less than a second, the call was connected, and Meng Miandong on the other end of the phone cried, "Wen Ran, are you okay?"

The weeping Meng Miandong made Wen Ran want to hug him in his arms and comfort him, but unfortunately, now he and Meng Miandong are separated by seven time zones, all he can hug is a cloud of air.

"I'm fine." He frowned, "Miandong, are you crying? Is your body hurting? I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"It hurts, come back quickly, come back and hug me, okay?" He was so excited that he almost jumped up under the eyes of everyone when he heard Meng Miandong's answer. compare.

The assistant sitting in the rest area happened to see the contact person of the brand at this time, walked up to Wen Ran with trembling legs, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Wen, let's go."

Mr. Wen, let's go.

Meng Miandong suddenly heard a young voice, probably from a teenager, the voice was nice and hoarse, as if he had done something drastic.

So, in fact, Wen Ran has nothing to do. In fact, Wen Ran didn't go to work in Paris. Did Wen Ran actually go on a date?

It is even possible that Wen Ran didn't take that plane at all, and didn't go to Paris at all, his concern is superfluous, the only function is to disturb Wen Ran's date.

Wen Ran really just likes his body, right?No intention of taking him seriously at all.

That's right, he has nothing but this body, so it's not worth Wen Ran to take him seriously.

That boy must be a million times better than him.

And what's so attractive about his body?Wen Ran is just greedy for novelty.

After all, to Wen Ran, he is just a male whore whose body can be bought with money.

That's right, the position of a male prostitute is suitable for his lewd/slutty body.

What he said just now is also very suitable for his lewd/slutty body, come back quickly, come back and hug me...

He smiled wryly, but heard Wen Ran reply: "After attending the reception, I will return by plane, Miandong, wait for my return."

Come back to him?

What an eloquent reply.

How suitable for his lewd/slutty body.

He heard himself say again: "I'll wait for you to come back to fuck me, don't waste a month, after all, you wrote me a check for 5000 million."

Wen Ran didn't understand what happened in such a short period of time, which prompted Meng Miandong to change his attitude.

Before he had time to ask, Meng Miandong had already hung up the phone, and when he called again, either he was pressed or no one answered.

He had to call Han Cheng: "Help me to see Miandong, there is something wrong with Miandong."

He hung up the phone, greeted the oncoming brand party, and then helped his assistant out of the airport and got into the brand's car.

When he arrived at the hotel where he was staying, it was already 08:30. He settled down with his assistant, went back to his room, and called Han Cheng again.

Han Cheng said helplessly: "Miandong doesn't want to see me, I've been standing at his door for nearly half an hour."

Wen Ran sighed: "Han Cheng, I'm sorry to trouble you, you go to rest."

He wished he could fly back to City A right now, but Paris is far away from City A, so he couldn't delay his work and cause trouble for the brand.

He sat on the bed for a while, then went to take a shower.

There are a few scratches on his back, left by Meng Miandong, not deep, but very bright in color.

Although there was no bleeding, Meng Miandong must be in pain, right?

The scene of him cleaning up for Meng Miandong suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and his heart ached again.

Hibernation... I'm sorry...

He dried himself off, put on his bathrobe again, and returned to bed.

Physically exhausted, but conscious, he tried to call Meng Miandong again, but no one answered as expected.

He tossed and turned until the sky was dim, and then he fell into a drowsy sleep.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep when he was awakened by a knock on the door.

In a trance, he felt that it was Meng Miandong who knocked on the door, and excitedly went to open the door, but it was his assistant standing outside the door.

The young assistant smiled and thanked Wen Ran: "Thank you very much yesterday, Mr. Wen."

Wen Ran gentlemanly said: "You're welcome."

The assistant looked at Wen Ran and said, "Mr. Wen, your complexion is not good, didn't you sleep well yesterday?"

Wen Ran nodded: "Today I have to trouble the makeup artist to apply an extra layer of foundation for me."

The assistant praised: "Actually, such Mr. Wen is also very attractive."

But for Meng Miandong, he has no charm at all.

Wen Ran felt bitter in his mouth, and saw the assistant take out his mobile phone, clicked on Weibo and said: "You are on the trending search."

The first trending search on Weibo is that Wen Ran is safe and well, the second is that Wen Ran will make his first show tonight as planned, and the number 20 one is to pray for Wen Ran.

If the plane crashed last night, the first trending search should be Wen Ran's plane crash, right?

Will Meng Miandong be sad if he dies?

No way.

He will not give up on Meng Miandong, but he still feels a little discouraged.

The assistant asked again: "In two hours, the brand will come to pick you up. Do you want to have lunch in the room, or go out?"

Wen Ran didn't have much appetite, but his stomach protested because he hadn't eaten for a long time, so he replied: "Eat in the room, you can help me order a filet mignon, a salad and a corn chowder."

"Okay." The assistant turned and left, Wen Ran closed the door, went back to the room, and called Meng Miandong, but there was still no answer.

His hibernation hates him, doesn't it?

No, Meng Miandong is not his Miandong, he has not owned Meng Miandong, maybe even if he spends his life in this world, he will not be able to have Meng Miandong, all he can have is Meng Miandong's body.

5000……

If Meng Miandong can give his heart to him, let alone 5000 million, he can even give this life with both hands.

——He was so used to dealing, he even wanted to trade his life with Meng Miandong.

Too stupid, it was his stupid deal that ruined the possibility that he and Meng Miandong might have existed.

He grabbed his phone and collapsed to the floor.

After a while, he let go of the phone like he was holding a hot potato.

After about half an hour, the hotel waiter brought filet mignon, salad and corn chowder.

He had no appetite, so he forced himself to eat it all, and then went to dress and wash.

Another four or ten minutes later, the brand came to pick him up.

This brand is a world-renowned high-end luxury menswear brand, and what he is going to participate in is the brand show, which will be his first time on stage.

After arriving at the event venue, he went to make up. The makeup artist covered him with a thick foundation in order to cover up his unwell complexion. In order to match the clothes for the catwalk, he drew thick eye shadow and put on fine powder. sequins and black lipstick.

He had never dressed up like this before, but because all his thoughts were on Meng Miandong, he had no time to feel uncomfortable.

He wore a cropped black satin shirt and black satin trousers.

Only the last button of the shirt was buttoned, exposing his chest, and the satin trousers on his lower body were tightly wrapped, making it impossible to hide his body lines, especially the bulge.

It can be regarded as a daily design, but it looks ambiguous and confusing because it is worn on him, even the luster of the silk and satin becomes ambiguous.

The designer who dressed him kept admiring, while everyone else blushed.

As soon as he stepped onto the runway, the strong male hormones on his body made all the men and women present blush.

He didn't care because these people were not Meng Miandong.

He gracefully walked back to the center of the runway, surrounded by the models returning to the runway.

It was clearly a very lively place, but he felt extremely deserted, and even shuddered.