Love shuffle

Lu An's hesitation was within Fang Qining's understanding, after all, his thoughts were the same.

Before that, the two parties had expressed their sincerity to each other, not to mention that Zhong Yao took the initiative to send a signal for help, and Lu An also needed to think more carefully.

Unfortunately, the result was beyond their control.

Meng Mingyi didn't know what he was doing, so he set the call rejection mode, so he missed the only time Lu An took the initiative to call him.

Fang Qining thought relatively simply: "Could he be taking a nap?"

Compared with the unlearned, inexperienced and fat-minded kid from a rich family, Meng Mingyi is still a little more motivated in a sense.His self-motivation is at least reflected in the fact that he never refuses to answer the phone during nightlife or rest, and keeps in touch with the outside world at all times, which is the consciousness that Meng Mingyi always maintains.

Lu An naturally learned about such trivial matters from his pillow mouth.

"No." Lu An's stagnant face relaxed instead, and Fang Qining explained, "There's no rush, he's probably already trapped by something, and he'll call back when he's free. "

Fang Qining agreed with his statement and nodded.

Most of the dishes on the table are half eaten, and most of them are cold now.Neither of them planned to continue eating, Fang Qining opened the cupboard and took out the food box, put the remaining shrimp balls into the food box one by one, and disposed of the leftovers on the table.Lu An was not idle either, and poured a small bag of cat food into the kitten's food bowl to solve his son's lunch problem.

The job of washing the dishes was naturally assigned to Fang Qining. He was never a young master who didn't stick to the spring water, and he could do such trivial housework with ease.

He just took off the plastic gloves, and there was a new episode on Lu An's side.

There was a problem in the first week of filming. It is said that the actor and the male protagonist who were brought in by another employer had a small conflict in the scene, and strongly demanded to modify the script of this part.It happened to involve the main plot, and the small screenwriter who studied with the group couldn't be the master, and couldn't bear the attack from both sides.The screenwriter went to the director to complain, and the director came to Lu An again. A penny can't beat a hero, and the boss is the boss. The director beat the drum to pass the pot, and it passed to Lu An.

Lu An answered the phone and communicated with him over and over again with a serious tone.Fang Qining didn't bother him about his work, and went straight into the bedroom.

These days the weather is particularly suitable, except for a little colder, there is plenty of sunlight, without the stickiness of rainy days.

Fang Xining was very fortunate to have bought a house with good lighting. For example, at this time, it is difficult to accurately describe the comfort level of leaning on the bay window to bask in the sun.

He held the phone up and down, but he couldn't dial the number he knew by heart.

Meng Mingyi can be bound by something——

The answer is about to come out.

Fang Qining's expression was calm, and he once again engraved the past scene in his mind.The last time I went back to Fangzhai was half a month before that incident happened.That day happened to be the eve of Christmas, and the mother knew that the young man would not go home by default.In fact, on Christmas Eve, Fang Qining specially brought a necklace from the shopping mall, intending to take it home as a surprise for his mother.

The servants kept silent and let Fang Qining walk to the door lightly. The strange thing was that Qi Manrong was not in the bedroom.He went around the entire first floor but couldn't find his mother, so he caught a mother who told him that his wife was tending the flowers and plants in the garden.

It was cold and freezing, and the delicate flower seeds were carried into the house by the gardener early, and the flowers and plants that were rooted in the garden were all tough.What is mother going to do in the garden at night?

Fang Xining walked downstairs full of doubts. A sunshade was built between the flower beds, and the stone pillars supported under the shed were tied with tiny strings of lights, shining silvery in the half-light and half-asleep night.

The stone tables and wooden benches usually used to receive guests were covered with soft cushions. Qi Manrong looked calm, her slender five fingers clenched into fists, her long hair was coiled into a loose bun, and a jade hairpin was inserted obliquely. He was wearing a heavy windproof jacket, as if he had just returned from a banquet.

Fang Qining was dumbfounded, and for a while couldn't figure out why his mother dressed up like this.

He couldn't bear to destroy the beautiful picture in front of him, but the sky was not what he wanted, a gust of night wind passed by, Qi Manrong raised his eyes, and glanced sideways at his young son standing stupidly under the bushes.

Fang Qining rubbed his head and walked over to call her.

A look of panic appeared on Qi Manrong's face, and at that moment, Fang Qining saw clearly what she was holding in her hand.

It is a square U disk.

It is about the length of a thumb, and there are many identical replicas at home. Fang Qirui and his father are used to using their own electronic products, and even Fang Qining uses this kind of electronic products.

He has always been a carefree person, and after listening to Qi Manrong's impeccable explanation, he quickly put this little matter behind him.

Until one day, after taking the medicine, he suddenly remembered the Christmas Eve a year ago when he lay awake for a long time in bed.Sitting next to him, Fang Qirui listened to him retelling the scene in his memory, his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

Thinking of this, Fang Qining turned the phone around and dialed the number that had only been recorded in text messages.

The system bell rang for a few seconds before the other party picked it up. He seemed very surprised by his initiative to call, and didn't speak, only the sound of breathing on the side of the receiver.

Fang Xining took a deep breath, and his soft voice was transmitted through the current, "Brother."

"……Um."

"There are still two weeks until Meng Qiuhua's birthday banquet," Fang Qining pinched his mouth with his index finger, and said slowly, "So far, I have sorted out the information of the people who received the invitation, and the hotel staff schedule will have to be released later. It won't come out until a week later, and I'll send it to you when I'm done."

Fang Qirui spoke softly, as if he was praising his younger brother who passed the No.1 exam, "Thank you for your hard work."

The two of them fell into a situation where they hesitated to speak at the same time, after several hesitation, Fang Qining spoke first.

"Is it really useful to pinch Meng Mingyi's lifeblood?"

Meng Mingyi was originally born out of wedlock, and because of his large family, he has a place to display his fists.The roots of the tree are firmly rooted in the same place. As long as the excess branches and leaves are trimmed off, the big tree will still be the original tree.

Fang Qirui chuckled, "If it works, you'll know if you try it."

Fang Qining stared at the ceiling sadly, and said in a low voice, "I hope it can be useful."

"By the way," Fang Qirui said suddenly, "You don't need to worry about Xiao Xu."

"Why?" Fang Qining blurted out.

Holding the memory card in his palm, Fang Qirui looked up at a 5-minute quick interview looped on the projection screen, suppressed the slight discomfort in his heart, and said with a smile, "Because I don't need it anymore."

"The game is just a quick way to bring these people together. The progress is much faster than I imagined. Since the people who should not be connected have already been connected, it can be ended early."

Fang Qining was about to say something more, but the other party was eager to end the conversation, hurriedly left a sentence to call again if there was something to do, and hung up the phone.

The door was ajar, and time passed quietly, until Fang Qining heard the slight sound of slippers rubbing against the floor.

Lu An came over.

Fang Qining pulled a fluffy soft blanket and closed his eyes to rest his mind. At this moment, he finally opened his eyes, and stretched out his hand a second after Lu An walked to him, holding Lu An's thin and strong palm.

Lu An calmly sat down next to him, "Meng Mingyi called me back."

"He said he had to go abroad for urgent business, and there was a high probability that he would not be able to come to tomorrow's fixed gathering. He also reached a verbal agreement with me. He will make up for today's mistakes when he comes back and book a table at Zijin Pavilion."

"...What a coincidence." Fang Qining's eyelids trembled, and he said slowly: "Then Zhong Yao should not have to worry about it for the time being.

Lu An calmly said, "I think so too."

Fang Qining's tone was very gentle: "One or two are all busy, and there is no need to continue the game. It happens to be a month, so let's end today."

From the beginning of Lu An's accidental joining to today, this strange game that can maintain balance in the chaos should have come to an end long ago.

He reached for the phone on the inside with his backhand, "I'll let you know one by one, and invite them to have a drink in Fengyan, adding a little sense of ceremony."

Zhong Yao spent half the afternoon in panic, neither did he get a call from Pei Ze who said he wanted to meet, nor did he get a call from Meng Mingyi.

The driver would come to pick him up in another hour and a half, and Zhong Yao never came out of the cloakroom. The mobile phone placed on the pile of clothes vibrated unexpectedly, and the sound was suddenly amplified several times in the empty and quiet second floor.

He took the phone and opened his eyes wide the moment he saw the screen.

It was neither Meng Mingyi nor Pei Ze, nor his manager who had been in hiding for several months, but the bar owner whom he was not familiar with, Mr. Fang.

Fang Qining sent him the time and place on WeChat, at 07:30 in the evening, in the old box of Fengyan Bar, come directly.

——Is this what Pei Ze said about meeting each other?

The driver will come at six o'clock, can he really make it to the appointment on time?

With the dry breeze and the icy cold air, Zhong Yao's forehead was pressed against the corner of the wardrobe.At [-]:[-], he hastily put on clean and brand-new clothes, walked out of the spacious cloakroom, sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, and waited quietly for the doorbell that would ring in [-] out of [-] times.

pat.

The hour hand and the minute hand form a perfect flat angle, and after a short stay of one second, a new circle is started.

With the blessing of a generous salary, no matter how lazy the driver is, he has an incomparable sense of time.At least in Zhong Yao's impression, the time difference between the driver's arrival would not exceed 5 minutes.

It was now a quarter past six.

Zhong Yao took care of the wrinkled hem of his clothes due to sitting for too long, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. The software showed that the online car-hailing car would arrive at the gate of the community in 3 minutes. He put away his mobile phone and stepped out of the villa gate calmly.