Overlord insists on giving me money [Entertainment]

Meng Yanzhang touched his cold feet, then touched his ankles, grabbed the man's legs, and forcibly put the long johns on him.

Duan Jiangqiu wanted to hide, but he didn't. He lay back and his bare legs were exposed in the air.

"Do you want the overlord to force his bow?" Duan Jiangqiu looked sideways at Meng Yanzhang.

"Lift up." Seeing that he was not moving, Meng Yanzhang held up his buttocks, and instantly lifted the long johns up for him.

To be honest, the touch of the palm of the hand is so good that Meng Yanzhang wonders why Duan Jiangqiu's buttocks are so tender, smooth, and firm.

Of course he didn't know that Mr. Duan's gluteal membrane was more expensive than his mask.

Duan Jiangqiu looked at the dusty long johns on his legs and was very unhappy. When Meng Yanzhang tucked his legs into the bed, he suddenly saw the blisters on his toes and was stunned for a long time.

"It's okay, it will be fine soon." Duan Jiangqiu tucked his legs into the bed, not wanting him to see the blisters.

"By the way, happy new year, good luck." Duan Jiangqiu took out a red envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to Meng Yanzhang.

Meng Yanzhang was a little dumb, "I...haven't prepared anything."

"It's okay, it's auspicious, not much money." Duan Jiangqiu stuffed the red envelope into his hand, and then shrank into the quilt. The smell of Meng Yanzhang's shampoo was still on the pillow, and Duan Jiangqiu rubbed it subconsciously.

"Thank you." Meng Yanzhang opened it and saw that Duan Jiangqiu didn't say much, and there was a card inside.

"Have you never made a red envelope?" Meng Yanzhang asked suspiciously.

"How is it possible, you forgot that I have a cousin." Duan Jiangqiu would give red envelopes every year, but he wouldn't give it to Duan Bofei even if he gave it to Chen Hao, and Duan Shiyong often scolded him for this every year.

Duan Jiangqiu turned a deaf ear to it, and regarded him as farting. One year, he scolded harshly. Duan Jiangqiu directly mocked: "I'm not his father. I don't have the obligation to give him money. He is so poor that he expects me to give him money all day long. I am kind-hearted." , I will give some money to poor beggars when I see them, and it’s not that I don’t want to give him a little if you ask him to kneel down for me.”

Immediately, the three of Duan Bofei's family were very angry, but since then, Duan Shiyong has never accused him of this again. Duan Jiangqiu is right, after all, Duan Bofei is still alive, so there is no need for money from his brother Duan Jiangqiu.

And Duan Bofei and his son didn't mention it anymore. In Duan Jiangqiu's words, Duan Jiangqiu's words meant that they were begging. The two of them couldn't afford to lose that person.

Meng Yanzhang took out the card and showed it to him, "You gave your cousin a red envelope as a card?"

Duan Jiangqiu shook his head, his fine black hair was a little messy, making him look as soft as a fluffy animal.

"You are different."

Meng Yanzhang took out the card, turned around and took out 880 yuan from his suitcase and stuffed it in.

"Happy New Year." Meng Yanzhang put the red envelope into Duan Jiangqiu's pocket, and stuffed it together with the card.

"What are you doing? I'm not short of money." Duan Jiangqiu held his hand to stop him. In his eyes, Meng Yanzhang was very short of money. How could he ask for Meng Yanzhang's money.

"If you changed someone else's words, I probably want to hit you. I know you are not short, but I want to give it to you for good luck. Although I don't know how much money you have prepared in your card, I am an ordinary person. I hope you are down-to-earth A little." Meng Yanzhang saw his raised black hair and rubbed his head with itchy hands.

"The water should be ready, I'll go and have a look." Meng Yanzhang got up and walked outside.

Duan Jiangqiu raised his hand to press the place Meng Yanzhang touched just now, hugged the quilt and gradually fell down, rolled a few more times, his face was full of smiles, fortunately there was no one else here, if Ji Xiuyang or Liang Wensi saw it, he would probably be shocked Eye-popping, who is this mentally retarded?Return the shrewd and capable Duan Jiangqiu.

Meng Yanzhang came over with a basin and filled it with hot water. He turned to Duan Jiangqiu and asked, "Can I use my towel? There are no new ones."

Of course Duan Jiangqiu would not mind, "Yes."

Meng Yanzhang recalled the last time the two of them kissed in the hot springs of country R. The kiss was so inseparable that they had eaten each other's saliva, so it was nothing to use the same towel.

Thinking of this incident, the roots of his ears felt a little hot.

That was the first time he knew that kissing is such a comfortable thing. Compared with Duan Jiangqiu's dog-like kiss in the previous life, this kiss is really too dreamy and beautiful.

"It's inconvenient to take a bath here, don't catch a cold, just wipe yourself off with a towel." Having said that, Meng Yanzhang asked him, "When are you going back?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow night, my family will have a reunion dinner. Once a year, my grandpa will still give me face." Duan Jiangqiu is now nestled in Meng Yanzhang's bed, and he doesn't want to leave at all, but he still wants to go back to accompany his grandfather during the Chinese New Year.

"I'm going abroad to visit my grandparents on the second day of junior high school."

Speaking of Duan Jiangqiu's grandparents, Meng Yanzhang naturally remembered that he had said before that his grandmother was a world-renowned pianist, Ms. Yue Lanxin.

"With your parents?" Meng Yanzhang asked naturally.

Duan Jiangqiu thought that he probably didn't know the situation at home, but he didn't intend to hide it, and said, "I'll go alone."

He took the towel wrung out by Meng Yanzhang, and after washing his face, he slowly lifted up the hem of his clothes to wipe it. Because he was afraid of the cold, he moved quickly, but he wanted to wipe it clean, so he used a lot of strength on his hands, and his fair skin His skin was instantly rubbed red by him.

"Take it easy." Meng Yanzhang said when he saw that his skin was blushing and he was still exerting himself.

"I can't wipe my back." Duan Jiangqiu handed him the towel, and Meng Yanzhang accepted the towel resignedly, and wiped his back for him.

Duan Jiangqiu continued the topic just now, "My mother passed away when I was five years old. My father's current wife is my stepmother, and my younger brother is also a half-brother."

"Since my mother passed away, my grandparents didn't want to stay in this sad place anymore, so they went abroad to settle down. My grandparents would beat people with a cane when they saw my dad. The relationship between them is very bad, and they never communicate with each other. Kind of."

Meng Yanzhang didn't expect his words to be astonishing, and his heart ached. He thought that Duan Jiangqiu grew up smoothly, didn't suffer any hardships, had a good family background, was loved by his parents, and he was also very good. Under the light surface, there is the pain of losing his mother at a young age.

"Why did it stop?" Duan Jiangqiu asked as he felt the wiping behind him stop.

The black hair on his neck slid from the back of his neck to the front with his movements, the orange light reflected his beautiful and sharp side face, his peach eyes were half closed, and the tear moles at the corners of his eyes made people unable to remove their eyes.

Meng Yanzhang's gaze shifted from his face to his back. His figure was not particularly thin, with well-proportioned texture, well-proportioned flesh and blood, whiter than snow, butterfly bones on both sides protruding, and the line of the middle back extending all the way to the There are two sexy waist dimples on both sides of the trousers.

As if bewildered, he lowered his head and kissed Duan Jiangqiu's vest. He could clearly feel Duan Jiangqiu's body trembling slightly, his back straightened, stretching out a beautiful line.

His mouth was clumsy, and he couldn't find the right words to comfort him. For this child who lost his mother at a young age, it seemed that all words seemed so powerless in the face of death.It's been so long, and Meng Yanzhang doesn't want him to think about those unhappy things again.

Meng Yanzhang put his arms around his waist and approached him from behind. Duan Jiangqiu turned his head and kissed him.

This time it was much better than the last time the chickens pecked at each other, at least both of them knew how to open their mouths and entangle each other's tongues.

Meng Yanzhang still remembered that Duan Jiangqiu had no clothes on, so he pressed Duan Jiangqiu down and covered him with his warm body. Duan Jiangqiu stretched out his arms to grab his neck, but Meng Yanzhang pulled him down and stuffed him into his clothes.

The coolness of Duan Jiangqiu's hand made Meng Yanzhang tremble, but he asked for it, and he had to endure it.

Duan Jiangqiu's cold hands wrapped around his strong waist, which was extremely warm, not only his hands but also his heart.

……

Meng Yanzhang served Duan Jiangqiu a bowl of noodles, laid an egg, and cut some sausages into it.

Duan Jiangqiu guessed that he had never eaten such a simple noodle when he grew up. The soup base was not boiled soup, and the noodles were not freshly rolled. His picky mouth was still a face to Meng Yanzhang. He ate half of it, and Meng Yanzhang took the other half and ate it. .

"Don't eat my leftovers." Although Duan Jiangqiu is coquettish, he has never done such a thing as letting people eat leftovers, let alone this is Meng Yanzhang, he can't bear it.

Meng Yanzhang didn't take it seriously. In their village, it's normal for children to be unable to finish their meals and adults to pick them up.Although he didn't enjoy this kind of treatment, his younger brother did. Every time he couldn't finish the meal, his parents would talk about him and ask Meng Junhao to give them the leftovers.

He has a bit of a paternalistic attitude towards Duan Jiangqiu. He would definitely not eat it if it was someone else, but he would not mind Duan Jiangqiu at all.

"Waste." Meng Yanzhang finished eating in twos and twos, and took the bowl to the kitchen to wash.

Duan Jiangqiu is such a thick-skinned person, because Meng Yanzhang blushed because of this action, he felt his heart was sweet and at the same time began to reflect on whether he was too picky.

But this is a problem left over from history, and he can't change it.Now that he can eat so much, it all depends on Meng Yanzhang cooking himself.

He met his eldest aunt the other day, and the eldest aunt took him to look around in comfort, and said that he had finally gained a little weight and his complexion improved a lot.

His sister-in-law agreed and said that he looked much healthier than last year. Duan Jiangqiu thought that there were people at home, so it was different.

Especially shamelessly calling and showing off to Ji Xiuyang, "Sure enough, there needs to be someone who knows what's cold and what's hot at home."

Ji Xiuyang wants to break up with Duan Jiangqiu every day, "Brother, have you caught up with someone? Just say that, show some face."

"I have already seen the dawn of the victory of the revolution." As soon as Duan Jiangqiu said this, Ji Xiu's insulting words suddenly turned into worries. Could it be that Meng Yanzhang is hanging on to Duan Jiangqiu.

Duan Jiangqiu didn't know, he hung up the phone with Ji Xiuyang, Ji Xiuyang found Yan Shu, and asked Meng Yanzhang carefully about this person, is he green tea dick, white lotus.

Yan Shu, who once looked down on Meng Yanzhang, is now like a hen protecting her cubs, boasting that Meng Yanzhang is unique in the world.

Ji Xiuyang was silent for a moment, and said, "I think you were also lowered by Meng Yanzhang."

After Duan Jiangqiu ate and drank enough, after soaking his feet, Meng Yanzhang sterilized him, popped the blisters, and then applied ointment, "It will be fine soon."

He put his feet on Meng Yanzhang's lap, feeling the warmth of Meng Yanzhang's palms, he was a little bit reluctant, after picking out the blisters, Duan Jiangqiu moved his feet curiously, wanting to see what his feet look like now, This movement accidentally stepped on an incredible place.

The two of them stared wide-eyed, staring at each other, speechless.

Feeling a slight change under his feet, Duan Jiangqiu's brain went numb for a while, then he came back to his senses and moved his toes.

Meng Yanzhang gasped, grabbed Duan Jiangqiu's tricky foot, and said in a hoarse voice full of warning, "Don't move around."

"You're hard." Duan Jiangqiu's eyes were full of smiles, and there was a bit of banter in his complacency.

Meng Yanzhang took his feet away and stuffed them into the bed.

He bent over and poured out Duan Jiangqiu's footwashing water. He drank a lot tonight, and he was young and energetic, so he hadn't solved it by himself for a long time. He responded to Duan Jiangqiu's teasing. It is also normal.

Although he understands rationally, Meng Yanzhang still stood outside the house for ten minutes, waiting until he was completely cool before going in. He has always been clear that he has desires for Duan Jiangqiu, otherwise he would not have been seduced by Duan Jiangqiu, and he would have taken the bait .

But tonight, for the first time, he clearly realized how strong his desire for Duan Jiangqiu was, but he had been suppressed by the busy work and the misunderstanding that Duan Jiangqiu was the one who blocked him.

He suddenly realized that Duan Jiangqiu might be more important to him than he imagined.

To be honest, he was a little scared, being too obsessed with a person was a very dangerous thing, if Duan Jiangqiu betrayed him, he didn't know what he would do.

I might need a psychiatrist.

Meng Yanzhang had this idea for the first time since his rebirth. He was vaguely aware that there might be a problem with his mental state, but he had been avoiding this problem all the time, and he didn't even think about the need to seek medical treatment. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him. , it doesn't bother anyone anyway.

But now, the problem was getting in his way.

He needs to fix it.

Whether it's for himself or for Duan Jiangqiu, after all, hanging around like this is not good for him or Duan Jiangqiu.

Meng Yanzhang endured the cold, mixed a bucket of water, and took a bath. He smelled of alcohol. If he slept with Duan Jiangqiu, he might feel uncomfortable.

The heat all over his body was quickly blown away by the cold wind in winter. Duan Jiangqiu saw that he was only wearing a single shirt and lifted the quilt, "Come in quickly, don't catch a cold."

Meng Yanzhang stepped onto the bed in two or three steps, and the blanket was very warm, thanks to the hot water bottle he gave Duan Jiangqiu.

He is in good health and rarely catches a cold throughout the year, but Meng Yanzhang did not spoil his body unscrupulously because of this. He is afraid that the cold will affect the filming, so he takes good care of himself every day. Director Xu is the oldest in the whole crew No one can compare to him in paying attention to health preservation.

It was already past two o'clock, Meng Yanzhang turned off the lights and asked him, "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon." Duan Jiangqiu likes to take his hands out when he sleeps. When Meng Yanzhang was recording the program with him, he would help him put his hands under the bed every night, but after a short sleep, he would unconsciously put his hands in his sleep again. take it out.

"Take your hand in, are you hot?" Meng Yanzhang saw his hand outside through the faint light, and said.

"It's not hot, I took it out without paying attention." Duan Jiangqiu himself didn't know what was going on, it was so cold in winter, he would uncontrollably take his hands out of the bed after falling asleep.

As soon as his hand was put under the quilt, it touched Meng Yanzhang's stomach, and Meng Yanzhang shivered for a while. Duan Jiangqiu deliberately put his hand into his pajamas and touched his abdominal muscles.

"I also have abdominal muscles." Duan Jiangqiu's abdominal muscles were specially trained for the sake of beauty.

He took Meng Yanzhang's hand and placed it on his stomach, "Right?"

The tentacles were warm, Duan Jiangqiu's skin was delicate and tender, he looked like a pampered person, completely different from him, being teased by Duan Jiangqiu several times in one night, Meng Yanzhang felt that if he didn't sleep, something irrational might happen to Duan Jiangqiu tonight matter.

He waved his hand and gave a faint "hmm".

"Go to sleep, I will take you down the mountain at noon tomorrow." Meng Yanzhang pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes.

Duan Jiangqiu was tired all day today. His body was exhausted, but he was in good spirits. He stared at Meng Yanzhang's face for a while, then leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, "Good night, my coward."

Meng Yanzhang's breathing was gentle, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Duan Jiangqiu closed his eyes, and fell asleep not long after leaning against him.

The moonlight was clear, and Meng Yanzhang, who was already asleep, opened his eyes, his eyes were dim.

In the dark night, a long sigh drifted away with the wind.

The next day was the Spring Festival, everyone drank a lot last night, the director specially gave them half a day off, and started filming in the afternoon.

After lunch, Meng Yanzhang brought his own clothes for Duan Jiangqiu to put on. The difference in height between the two of them was not much by five centimeters, but Duan Jiangqiu's figure was much thinner and thinner. Meng Yanzhang probably had a thicker figure because he was a working person when he was young. Some, his clothes are worn on Duan Jiangqiu, which looks a bit oversized.

Fortunately, he has a good face and a good figure. Even if Meng Yanzhang wraps him into rice dumplings, he can still see the potential of a handsome guy.

"Do you know what your name is?" Duan Jiangqiu buried his face in the scarf, there was a faint scent of laundry detergent.

Meng Yanzhang put the clothes Duan Jiangqiu wore yesterday in a bag, "Huh?"

"You are the legendary grandma who takes care of the children." Duan Jiangqiu raised his gloved hand and pointed at Meng Yanzhang.

"Let's go." Meng Yanzhang walked out with his pockets in his hands, "Don't forget how you gave yourself a fever last time."

"That's called performance art." Duan Jiangqiu mentioned that he rushed into the rain and played the violin frantically last time when it rained heavily, and he was not ashamed but proud of it.

Meng Yanzhang didn't bother to talk about him, and he wouldn't listen no matter how much he said, and if he still committed the crime next time, it's better to just wrap him in clothes.

"You send me down the mountain and go up. I'll go to the town by myself." Duan Jiangqiu himself is a very work-oriented person. If his employees ask for leave every now and then, he will definitely fire them for sabotage.

He didn't want Meng Yanzhang to delay filming in order to send him off, nothing else mattered, Duan Jiangqiu took it very seriously.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have mercilessly asked Shi Yuecheng to resign after he had a problem.

"I've already made an agreement with Director Xu. The filming will start at 02:30. I'll take you to the town, where you can catch a bus, but there are no cars here." Meng Yanzhang also didn't say that he would be sent to the airport, as there is no bus down the mountain. , and there is no taxi, unless Duan Jiangqiu is lucky enough to meet someone going to the town and hitch a ride, otherwise he can only walk to the town.

Don't let him walk so far, just because Duan Jiangqiu doesn't know the road, Meng Yanzhang can't rest assured that he can walk alone.

When Duan Jiangqiu came, he directly chartered a car and sent him to the foot of the mountain, but he didn't expect that when he went back, he couldn't find a car even if he had money.

The two of them walked to the foot of the mountain and saw a dark-skinned young man standing next to a motorcycle. When they saw Meng Yanzhang, they waved happily at him.

"Brother Meng." The young man showed a hearty smile and handed the motorcycle key to Meng Yanzhang.

"Thank you." Meng Yanzhang took the key and said.

The young man touched the back of his head shyly, "No, you're welcome. It's me who should thank Brother Meng. I've filled up the gas, so I can ride as I please."

"This is Jin Qian, and the house we live in belongs to his family." Meng Yanzhang introduced to Duan Jiangqiu beside him.

"This is my friend, surnamed Duan."

Most of Duan Jiangqiu's face was hidden in the scarf, only a pair of eyes were exposed, but this pair of eyes also confused Jin Qian. He thought that Meng Yanzhang was good enough as a star, but this Mr. Duan only had a pair of eyes. The eyes are breathtakingly beautiful.

He blushed suddenly, and stammered, "Duan...Brother Duan."

Duan Jiangqiu gave Meng Yanzhang some face and nodded to the child, "Yeah."

He didn't bring much cash with him, so he took out 1000 yuan from his wallet and handed it to Jin Qian, "Happy New Year."

Jin Qian jumped back in fright. He looked tall and big. He was only 17 years old after the new year. His parents were working outside, leaving him, his younger siblings and a grandparent to depend on each other. How could he have seen so much money.

It was the first time Duan Jiangqiu saw being frightened by money. He turned his head to look at Meng Yanzhang in doubt. He weighed the red envelope that Meng Yanzhang gave him last night. Could it be too much?

Meng Yanzhang sighed, and took out five red tickets and handed them to Jin Qian, "You, Tiantian, Xiaohui, Grandpa Jin, and Grandma Jin are 100 yuan red envelopes each."

"Brother Meng, no need, it's too much." Jin Qian shook his head, he just borrowed a motorcycle for Meng Yanzhang, and there was no need to give him so much money.

"Not much, just to be auspicious and happy new year." Duan Jiangqiu stuffed the money into his pocket.

Jin Qian's dark face also turned red, "Thank you Brother Meng, thank you Brother Duan."

There are still five hundred, Meng Yanzhang stuffed it into Duan Jiangqiu's pocket, "Come up."

Duan Jiangqiu sat in the back seat, and he asked Meng Yanzhang suspiciously, "When did you learn to ride a motorcycle?"

"When I was working, an uncle taught me to deliver food for him." Meng Yanzhang put on gloves and a mask.

The mountain road has many bends and is narrow, and without a helmet, Meng Yanzhang insisted on riding the motorcycle out of the speed of a small electric donkey.

"Why don't I come?" Duan Jiangqiu didn't know when he would reach his destination at this speed.

"Safety first." Meng Yanzhang insisted. After all, he was reborn from a car accident. Although he did not leave a psychological shadow and was completely unable to drive, he was still a lot more cautious.

Duan Jiangqiu thought about it too, hugged Meng Yanzhang's waist from behind, and put his face on his back, "How can you add some green to my head when you go to the mountains?"

"Jin Qian is still a minor." Meng Yanzhang was a little bit jealous of Duan Jiangqiu, even the child's jealousy.

"Underage? I think it's 22." Duan Jiangqiu looked surprised.

"Children from poor families are in charge of the family early and look more mature. They are only 17 years old after the new year. When I am free, I will help his younger brothers and sisters with their homework. He is very grateful to me." Meng Yanzhang saw himself in Jin Qian , but he passed the exam, but Jin Qian did not. Fortunately, Jin Qian's family members are very good, they support each other, and live hard. Meng Yanzhang can help a little.

The two of them finally rode to the town at a leisurely pace. Meng Yanzhang bought a ticket for Duan Jiangqiu and sent him to the car, "Be patient, and you will be at the airport in half an hour."

"En." Duan Jiangqiu waved goodbye to him, but before he left, his heart was filled with longing.

The people around were coming and going, and it was a nightmare for Duan Jiangqiu, who was very particular about everything. Meng Yanzhang's heart suddenly ached. He didn't want Duan Jiangqiu to suffer a little. He obviously didn't think it was anything if he put it on himself.

"Goodbye." Duan Jiangqiu turned and walked to the car. Meng Yanzhang looked at his back, the bag in his hand and the dusty station, a rush of blood rushed to his head, and he stepped forward to hug this man in three steps at a time. People who came from far away to see him.