CHAPTER XV

"Damn, you really told her that?" Ye Qihan was so frightened that he almost drove the car into the moat, "It's really hard to imagine what kind of picture a person like you confesses to a woman." ”

He is Fu Shijin, the Fu Shijin who is flocked to by many ladies and ladies but still quietly and respectfully!

"And what's her reaction?" "Have you ever jumped into your arms with tears of joy and shouted, 'I'm MR'?" Or ......"

Fu Shijin was a little helpless, "Your imagination is too rich." ”

"Huh? You just let her go," the voice on the other end of the phone was full of regret, "when are you going to boil the frog in warm water?" ”

"I once wrote her an email," a hint of loneliness flashed in Fu Shijin's eyes, "just after she agreed to cooperate with me, I sued her, hoping to meet her......"

"And then?" Ye Qihan couldn't wait to know the follow-up.

"And then," said the other side with an understated laugh, "she was gone." ”

After a long silence, Fu Shijin let out a sigh, "I wonder if I pushed her too quickly, maybe she didn't ......"

Maybe she didn't feel the same way I felt about me, maybe she wouldn't know that there was a man who loved her so deeply, never met just by his voice, so ridiculously and innocently.

So, this time I had to take my time, and I had to wait until she didn't plan to run away again or before I was sure I could get her back even if she disappeared again.

Hung up the phone, Fu Shijin lay on the bed with his hands on his pillows, looking out the window at the bright moon in the sky, he thought of something, and picked up the mobile phone to turn on the screen.

Although he has an assistant to help take care of it, the upper right end of Weibo still shows many new fans, private messages and comments, he clicks off the "X" next to it one by one, and then types in the search box: Think about it.

It's the name, although it's a little weird.

He recalled that when she blushed and said that she liked MR, her phone suddenly lit up, and he saw a message pop up on the screen: "Think about it, you have three new private messages".

Fu Shijin clicked into this Weibo page called "You think about it", and smiled slightly when he saw the avatar, it must be her.

He read it one by one.

In the Mei Qing Pavilion in the northwest corner, Mei Mengran was also swiping Weibo while thinking about the old lady's words.

"Ranran, listen to grandma's words, when you become Mrs. Fu, how can you have to work so hard? Just wait for the blessings! ”

A person who was so far away that he could only dream suddenly came to his side, and that kind of surprise and joy burst like water bursting into a fine vase, and every fragment and every trace of pain was transcribed as true.

The old lady is the noble person in her life, and she is naturally dedicated to her good, which Mei Mengran never doubts.

It is said that the two also have a relationship. The old lady originally ordered a baby kiss with Mei Mengran's grandfather since she was a child, and the two grew up without guessing. Later, she entrusted a relationship to enter Mei's family as a servant, and I don't know what kind of incense she burned became the continuation of Old Man Mei, and the one in the old family could only invite her father to dissolve the marriage contract.

Mei Mengran's grandfather has no money and no power, and in the end he can only accept it, and he is an amorous species.

Mengran Mengran is Mengran. Zhao Ran is now Mrs. Mei.

originally thought that there would be no intersection in this life, but I didn't expect that the Shen family would encounter an accident later, and the old man entrusted the orphan before his death, relying on the friendship of his childhood, and pronounced the word "Mengran", the old lady took in this orphan girl who lost her father and was tragically abandoned by her biological mother, and raised her under the name of her son Mei Qingyuan, and cherished it as a granddaughter.

Thinking of this, Mei Mengran couldn't help but sobbed slightly.

"I've got to get this man!" She swore in her heart.

Then I clicked on my phone again and posted a new Weibo.

Mei Mengran MRV: Sitting and drinking tea and chatting at home with the male god tonight, I'm so happy!

Soon there were fan comments:

Run, little: The sofa is mine!

I want to have a cute nickname: This is what it means to meet your parents? Congratulations to my goddess for finally getting her wish!

Shallow Thorn: Hehe, some people with dark psychology should retreat, what does it matter if you don't pay attention? People are sweet in private! MR Goddess I love you!

MR's Little Sweetheart: Boom [Heartbreak] Although my male god was robbed, who made you my favorite MR? I wish the male god and goddess a happy life!

Mei Mengran looked at the full screen of blessings and @傅时jin, her smile deepened, and she thought happily in her heart, "This time I want to see how you avoid it." ”

Over there, Fu Shijin just swiped a new Weibo of "You think about it": "I suddenly found that I still need a lot of courage to ......"

Just as he was thinking about what this meant, a lot of @, comments and private messages poured in the message prompt bar, and he clicked on it to see, frowning slightly.

The new news is still growing like a weed in spring, and Fu Shijin glanced at the 0 that followed the column before exiting the page.

A few seconds later, the majority of fans who followed Fu Shijin's Weibo were shocked to find that his number of followers had changed from 0 to 1!

Blossoms: Oh my God! Am I dazzled?

Pineapple Sauce Sauce: Yes, Raw, Of, Year! Moved to cry [cry] [cry] [cry]

Qiuqiu Little Yellow Croaker: The only concern of my male god is called "You think about it" (what the hell)

Tears flowed down Weibo, and some enthusiastic fans began to click on the Weibo page of "Think about it", and looked at all her Weibo, followers and fans over and over again from beginning to end!

Too handsome to have friends: Mom! I found something amazing! This one called "Think about it" and my queen pay attention to each other! Dumbfounded.jpg

Hair like snow: Ahhhh Who the hell is this "think about it"? I found that not only did the diva pay attention to her, but even the official Weibo of Mei's Group was also her fan [look confused]

Chang'an Yuexia: Only I found that this "think about it" didn't pay attention to the male god? My male god is unrequited, so distressed [heartbreak]

Tang Yao: Why didn't anyone guess that this was @梅梦然MR's trumpet? Her surname is Mei, maybe the Mei Group is her family, and she just met her parents with the male god, so it's too much of a coincidence in terms of time. I didn't expect my goddess to be a low-key rich second generation, and I feel like I love her even more!

The appearance of this comment made the co-fans of Fu Shijin and Mei Mengran so excited that they couldn't help themselves, but soon someone came out to overturn this possibility.

Uncle, let's not make an appointment: According to my observation, "You think about it" Weibo posts are all health and some daily life, and she should not be an insider. Also, have you noticed that she uses an ordinary Android phone to post Weibo, while @梅梦然MR generally uses Iphone6S or Ipad.

By the next morning, the discussion on Weibo about who it was still in full swing, but the owner was unaware of it.

"yes!" Mei Ran sighed, "I posted a Weibo last night, and before I got a comment, the phone was automatically turned off when it ran out of power." ”

She held the earpiece, "I woke up in the morning and rummaged through the bag, and found that I forgot to bring the charger, what kind of luck do you think I have?" ”

Yu Sheng laughed, "You're stupid, won't you find someone to borrow it?" ”

"I want to too," Mei Ran changed into a comfortable position on the sofa, "but you know what? Even Aunt Zhou uses the latest Apple 6S, what else can I do? ”

There was a burst of laughter from there, "Who told you that you can't keep up with the trend, I said last time I didn't want to give you a Plus, and now you regret it, right?" ”

Mei Ran: "......"

"When are you going back to City A?"

Mei Ran thought for a while, "Booked a train ticket for one o'clock tomorrow at noon." ”

"Why don't you fly?"

"August is the season of hibiscus flowers, and it is so beautiful to take the train all the way to flowers!"

Yu Sheng: "I really want to be with you, do you remember the Four Seasons train we used to take in Canada?" I miss it so much! She remembered something, "I met the same nerve the day before yesterday...... Ah no, the man who threw him a check in the face, do you know who he is? My agent sued me that he was actually the president of Tianxing Entertainment! ”

"Huh?" Mei Ran was surprised, "You still made a bet?" ”

"yes!" Yu Sheng said, "He said that if I can win the championship of "Chinese Good Singer", he will not care about the previous festivals, and he can also promise me a reasonable request. Little, I've won! ”

"Not necessarily," Mei Ran pinned a few strands of hair from her cheeks behind her ears, "and from what I know about you, the more confident you are, the more you end up backfiring. ”

"Mei, think, think!" There was a roar from the aftermath, "Officially inform you that you have been blocked by me for three days!" ”

Mei Ran listened to the aftermath of "Dudu Dudu", crying and laughing.

She put the earpiece back, and was just about to go out to see if there was anyone who needed help, but as soon as her eyes turned, she locked a tall and clear figure.

The man stood leisurely behind the sofa, looking at her with deep eyes, as if smiling.

How long did he stand there?

He shouldn't have seen the way she was lying on the sofa with her legs up, right?

Mei Ran hurriedly sat up straight, her fair face was a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

"Doctor May."

Since he knew his father, it was a bit strange to call this one.

"Just call me Mei Ran."

"Okay," Fu Shijin nodded, "Ranran." ”

There was a rich and warm breath brewing in the air, stirring every trace of Mei Ran's heart, she looked up blankly, only to see the place under the man's eyes, as if folded into the sky full of stars, shining.

She tried all her best to maintain her sanity, which almost collapsed, and in the end, she could only rely on her conditioned instinct to tell him, "Is there a chess and card room?" I...... Take you...... Past. ”