Chapter 22: The Counterattack of the Black Material Vase (20)

There are a lot of ingredients and seasonings in the kitchen that has not been used for a hundred years, and it is full of the taste of life.

Except for Meng Jiuxiao's study and bedroom, the only guest room is full of colors that girls like.

But in just one day, Meng Jiuxiao found that his home had changed.

Moreover, he doesn't seem to hate such a change?

Look at your bedroom and study are old-fashioned and serious, and the outside world.

Obviously used to the color, why do you look so depressed this time?

"Meng Jiuxiao."

Suddenly, with a loud roar, Meng Jiuxiao's figure was faster than his brain and rushed out.

Then he saw a girl with a bright face standing on the sofa, holding a pillow with a smile on her face, smiling at him, calling it him.

"Meng Jiuxiao, look at it, does this expression look like you? I don't like to laugh at all, and I deliberately keep a straight face. ”

"......" He didn't deliberately keep a straight face, but he was used to it.

"But it's much cuter and cuter than you. It's comfortable to hold. ”

"......" is naΓ―ve.

After sharing her joy, Lingxi sat down and watched her TV.

Neglected Meng Jiuxiao: "......"

Childish ghosts!

The sudden boredom made Meng Jiuxiao frown a little uncomfortably.

Because Lingxi's hand was dislocated and needed to recuperate, she asked the director for leave.

Because she had performed well before, the director heard that she was injured and happily gave her a holiday.

Lingxi has been raised at home for a few days, and it is almost good, and he plans to go to the crew.

Meng Jiuxiao sternly refused, "No." ”

Lingxi changed his hippie smile and put on a serious face, "My body can be said to be okay." ”

"You're not short of money." Meng Jiuxiao didn't understand.

Why should people who are obviously not short of money work so hard.

"It's not a question of lack of money or not. It's a matter of hobbies. ”

Whether it is her or the original owner, she loves acting the most.

She has no principles. The original owner had many options.

If she doesn't like it, how can she continue to break into the entertainment industry when she is not short of money to spend.

"Is your interest in acting in your true colors?"

Meng Jiuxiao's words didn't know where they hit Lingxi, and she suddenly became emotional.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know anything."

"Also, you're just my bodyguard. You don't have the right to care about me. ”

Lingxi returned to the room violently, throwing Meng Jiuxiao a back and slamming the door.

Lingxi suppressed the riot in his heart and summoned Baozi.

"Baozi, what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know." Baozi could feel Lingxi's anxiety, but he didn't know why.

Lingxi ran into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to drench himself in the cold, and the irritability could be reduced a little.

Lingxi carefully recalled all the words Meng Jiuxiao said just now, and it seemed that the sentence 'Your interest is in your true colors' made her mood riot.

This made Lingxi feel that he still had something to understand.

"Baozi, did you give me the whole plot of the original owner?"

Baozi was stunned for a moment, and then became unhappy.

"As long as I get all the plots here, I'll give it to you."

Lingxi frowned, if it wasn't the problem of the bun, it was the problem of the original owner.

Lingxi recalled the plot of the original owner from childhood to adulthood again.

The original owner was pampered and grew up since childhood. Except for being kidnapped at the age of eight.

Wait, kidnapping?

The original owner's memories are only before and after her abduction, and she doesn't remember what happened during the kidnapping.

"Baozi, what happened when the original owner was kidnapped?"

How could the original owner suddenly lose that memory?

"I'll look for it." Baozi came back quickly, and his tone was particularly disappointed, "Didn't find it." ”