Xia He is indeed a good person, and when he saw Zhuge Dali rushing into the door with an eager face, he teased with a slight roll of his eyes:

"Yo, Minister Meng, is this the minister's wife here to check the post?"

Meng Lang walked over and gently wiped the fine sweat on the little girl's head, and said lightly: "This is my secretary and my good friend, and the matter between me and her has nothing to do with you." ”

Immediately, he rubbed Zhuge Dali's little head and said in her ear: "Wait a minute, I will send this all-sex woman to talk." ”

When Zhuge Dali heard Meng Lang say this, his heart that had been hanging in the air before suddenly calmed down, and he stood quietly beside Meng Lang with the poster in his hand, looking at Xia He with vigilant eyes.

I saw that Meng took out a pen and paper out of nowhere, put it in front of Xia He and said:

"Now write down everything you know. Don't think about playing tricks to give me false information, I even know the about you and Zhang Lingyu, do you think I won't be able to find out if the information is true or false? ”

Xia He nodded very cooperatively when he heard this, and began to write with a pen in his left hand.

Meng Lang saw this woman's careful thinking, sneered, and did not poke it.

He turned to look at Zhuge Dali, and saw that the little girl also raised her head and looked at herself, her pitiful eyes were like a kitten that had just been abandoned by her master.

couldn't help but rub her head again, Meng Lang asked softly, "Why are you in such a hurry to talk to me?" ”

"I ......" The little girl's eyes looked at Xia He on the side, and she stopped talking.

Meng Lang understood, snapped his fingers casually and said loudly:

"Xia He, you can leave when you finish writing and put it on the table, and then I will say hello to the company and turn a blind eye to you, but the premise is that you don't die yourself."

After that, he didn't wait for Xia He to answer, and took Zhuge Dali's little hand out of the door.

Originally, I wanted to take the little girl to the office next to me, but as soon as I went out, Meng Lang saw that the other five comics in the love apartment were all there, and they were leaning against the door and eavesdropping.

Meng was full of black lines, and after a direct eye warning, he walked into the office farther away with the little girl.

Slamming the door shut, Meng Lang took a deep breath and looked at Zhuge Dali with puzzled eyes, and his intuition told him that today's conversation would not be simple.

"Dali, what do you have to say to me?"

The little girl is the kind of character who will not give up if she makes up her mind and will not achieve her goal, even if she knows that Meng Lang is not "working" outside as she imagined, she still takes a step forward, bravely looks at Meng Lang, and hands the scroll in her hand at the same time.

Meng Lang took it with a puzzled face, and after opening it lightly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Titanic, he had seen.

He has also seen martial arts cosplay.

He can even understand playing martial arts cosplay on the Titanic.

But who can tell him, who is this "Meng Lang" who is standing on the Titanic in ancient costume and holding Zhuge vigorously to play cosplay?

'Could it be that I, Meng someone, are also sleepwalking?' ’

Seeing Meng Lang's expression excited, Zhuge who was afraid that he would hurt the poster by moving too much vigorously and carefully snatched the poster back from him, and said at the same time:

"Today I experimented with the demon refining pot, and I have to say, this treasure of your Meng family is really amazing."

"So...... What did you do with it? ”

"In my first experiment, I used magnets and rubber to synthesize a string of sugar gourds, and this poster is the result of my second experiment."

Meng Lang couldn't help but ask curiously, "Then what did you use to synthesize?" ”

"A picture of the two of us." Zhuge replied softly.

Meng Lang: ??? (O_O)？？？

Without Meng who was thinking about the pestle there, the little girl raised her head slightly to look at him, and continued to take care of herself:

"Originally, I couldn't imagine that I would do such a little girl's thing."

"But I found that my mental illness has been getting worse lately."

"Aggravated?" Meng Lang looked confused, little sister, are you not sick at all? How can it be aggravated if you are not sick?

"In the last two days, I have judged that the reason why I initially fell in love with you was probably just an impulse and dependence."

"It's like when a chick breaks its shell and tends to think the first creature it sees is its mother, you break my shell called 'Lonely', I see you, I like you."

Meng Lang nodded, he had also thought of this before, at that time, he was likely to have really helped the little girl untie a knot in her heart by mistake.

Zhuge Dali did not pause, and continued to pour out his feelings in a serious tone:

"But I also asked myself, if I were to replace the person who persuaded me at that time with someone else, would I still have a good impression of him?"

"No matter how many times I've asked, my answer is no."

Meng Lang was slightly stunned when he heard this, he found that he might have made a mistake in his previous train of thought.

"It's not because I'm exonerated that I chose you, but because it's 'you', I'm dismissed."

Speaking of this, the little girl's face flushed slightly:

"I once did an authoritative hormone test, and the results showed that my sex hormone and dopamine secretion were severely insufficient."

"It bothered me a lot."

"Under the influence of some special reasons, I made a plan to start falling in love at the age of 20 and quietly waited for the person who made me feel suitable."

"One day, my mother called me and told me that my cousin had found me a blind date through Qimen Shushu and that I had to go and meet him."

"It made me very angry, and I had the idea to reject it when we met."

When Meng Lang heard this, he also recalled that when he just learned that he was going on a blind date, his thoughts seemed to be similar to that of the little girl.

Thinking of this, the corners of Meng someone's mouth couldn't help but hook up a warm smile.

The little girl's words continued.

"But the next day, just as I was running and planning how to mess up this blind date decently, I was startled by a sharp brake and almost broke my foot......"

Meng Lang secretly complained in his heart, it is really worthy of you, love apartment, such a coincidence!

"I'm 99.9 percent sure it was a coincidence, and I've confirmed that my cousin didn't let you know what I looked like at the time, and that your walking on the waves made me see again supernatural powers that didn't interest me before."

"So, when I knew that the blind date that my cousin said was the one I met that day, I didn't know why, I suddenly had the idea that it would be good to have an internship relationship with you."

Listening to the little girl's self-description, I felt the more and more sincere emotions in her words, and Meng Lang, who was not hard-hearted, also felt that his heartstrings were slightly touched.

At this time, Zhuge who was excited about it vigorously opened the poster in his hand and put it on the table, stretched out his little hand to caress Meng Lang's masculine and resolute face in the painting, and continued to speak:

"What really started me to change my mind was ...... the next day"