Mencius drank all the pots of tea brewed on the table, and ran to the toilet twice. Song Yunshen seemed to be deliberate, a bowl of noodles was cooked for almost twenty minutes, and there was always movement in the house, and the two of them were in their respective areas, without any communication.

Mencius gradually reflected on his attitude just now that he was too fierce, poured cup after cup of tea, puffed out his cheeks, and turned his head to look at the kitchen from time to time.

She usually doesn't complain, and she doesn't easily let people know what she thinks in her heart, but today I don't know why I can't hold back.

Song Yunshen moved lightly, added many side dishes to a bowl of noodles, and brought the noodles to the table, he took a deep breath and shouted Mencius.

The air pressure is so low that even the air is quiet.

The two of them each figured out what to say next, how to say it, and who would say it first.

"I ......"

"You ......"

The two people raised their heads at the same time, facing each other, both sides were surprised for a few seconds, and Song Yunshen reacted first: "You say it first." ”

"Are you alright?" Mencius looked sincere, "I just didn't mean to kill you, and I didn't mean to blame you, I just didn't hold back." ”

Song Yunshen chuckled and nodded: "I know." ”

Mencius picked up a noodle and slowly put it in his mouth, wondering in his heart that he really didn't have a temper at all.

"I asked An Ku and An Nai to persuade you, not just for your good, but indeed selfish." Song Yunshen admitted, "Most of the people Anku contacts are artists, and they are also half of the people in the entertainment industry, surrounded by various media, and the media take a few photos and add a little more vinegar, I'm afraid it will be another hot spot." ”

"What's the hot spot?" Mencius tilted his head and was eating seriously.

"A well-known photographer goes out with his little pink wife to experience life." Song Yunshen leaned back, clasped his arms and stared at Meng Zijin.

"Ahem—" Suddenly choked, Mencius sniffed and asked incredulously, "Where am I like her little wife?" ”

Song Yunshen felt weak for a while, his sharp eyes narrowed a little, and he cleared his throat and said, "My fault." ”

Anku shouldn't be allowed to take special care of her.

The day before yesterday, when she went to the beach to go out on location, An Ku held an umbrella for her for a while, and she happened to be photographed and posted on the Internet, with more than 100 likes and comments almost instantly.

If Secretary Chen hadn't found out in time and contacted the publisher to delete the video in time, I'm afraid that eye-catching video would have become a hit of the day.

It is not only the Meng family who knows Mencius, but whenever the Meng's family hears the slightest rumor, Mencius will reveal what he is hiding.

Mencius was silent for a while, and when he said this, she seemed to understand the reason.

"Are you causing trouble again?" Meng Zijin's fingers tightened, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Anku hasn't had lace news before." ”

"That's because there are no flowers." The corners of Song Yunshen's mouth twitched slightly, "Now, there is a rose next to him." ”

Mencius: "......"

Biting the chopsticks, Mencius was ashamed.

Sure enough, she caused problems for everyone.

"Then you can't be persuaded to go." Mencius raised his head and looked at him, "One yard is one yard, you let people persuade me to go, it's not authentic, and you play tricks behind your back, although it's for my good, but it makes me unhappy." ”

Song Yunshen was laughed at angrily: "So I know it's wrong." ”

His sentence I know, in addition to admitting mistakes, also includes understanding her and understanding her.

"You missed a little bit and didn't say it." Mencius thought that this matter was over, so he brought out another point that he did not admit, "Your selfishness is not finished. ”

Song Yunshen choked and looked at her with some amusement: "What selfishness? ”

Mencius snorted and ignored him.

Until he took the initiative to admit: "Yes, I am indeed jealous, I am not happy." ”

Mencius suddenly laughed, and his mood eased a lot.

The jealousy also made Anku take care of him a lot.

This man can also make people puzzled.

"Eat more." Mencius took a piece of luncheon meat from his bowl and put it in his bowl.

"More meat, or more vinegar?" Song Yunshen sighed helplessly, and put the meat she had brought into his mouth, "Mencius, you have a set of tricks for me." ”

Mencius only smiled and did not speak.

"It's been a busy few days, and I may come back later in the evening, so I don't have to wait for me, go to bed early." Song Yunshen knew that he couldn't hear the answer, so Zhengse told her the approximate itinerary of the past few days.

Mencius nodded: "I understand, I won't wait for you." ”

Song Yunshen: "......"

yes, I'm still angry with him.

"The tea set ordered for you has arrived, go dismantle it and take a look?" Song Yun hooked his lips deeply, seeing that the noodles in her bowl had bottomed out, so he also sped up to finish his own food.

Mencius was not a picky eater, he didn't like to eat very few things, he ate quickly, and he was attentive.

Song Yunshen suddenly had one more thing he liked to do in his life, and that was to watch her eat.

Mencius didn't like to drink the soup base when he ate noodles, so he stirred it with chopsticks, and after confirming that the noodles had been eaten, he wiped his mouth and said, "I know, I saw it, I like it very much." ”

She pursed her lips and smiled again, "Really, I like it very much." ”

Song Yunshen briefly did not understand the true meaning of her words.

Do you like the tea set, or like him.

Song Yunshen only ate noodles with her and rushed back to the company, and Meng Zijin made an appointment to meet Zheng Youhe, but because he didn't dare to appear in the south of the city without permission, he had to choose a middle point.

She rushed over there, and Zheng and He also rushed over there.

Not daring to drive is indeed a hard injury, I used to have Uncle Yang to pick up and drop off, but now I have to take a taxi every time I go out, and Mencius has not adapted to it for a short time.

Both sides were half an hour away from the agreed place, and Zheng and He arrived before Mencius and waited in the café for a few minutes.

The wind was blowing slowly, and the mellow smell of milk coffee wafted in the coffee restaurant, Zheng You's chosen position was by the window, watching the people coming and going outside the one-way glass window, and listening to the faint sound of the piano in the small restaurant.

The sound of the piano comes from a little girl, looking less than ten years old, with a milky little face, because her legs are short and she can't step on the pedal, which makes this piece imperfect.

Zheng Youhe held his cheeks, attracted by this little girl, so he turned his face and looked at it with a faint smile.

The memory suddenly returned to when she was a child, she was less than ten years old, and she was much smaller than her average peers, and Guo Jiamu had won the championship award in the piano junior group many times.

She has liked to stick to Guo Jiamu since she was a child, likes the way he plays the piano, likes him to teach herself to play the piano, and likes his chattering and gentle appearance.

She first liked Guo Jiamu, and then she liked the piano.

Zheng Youhe thought that if she and Guo Jiamu were brother and sister, then they would also be like Mencius's family, and from now on they would become a family of art, and then educate the next generation, and then the next generation, and pass on the music.

It's just that now, Guo Jiamu has given up the piano, and she can't even get on the stage.

I don't know when tears wet my cheeks, and I don't know when Mencius sat opposite.

When Zheng Youhe came back to his senses, he was startled, pouted, and didn't wipe his tears, and said directly: "I don't know how to pull me back." ”

"I think you're quite immersed in it." Meng Zijin took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to her, "Wipe it, cry when you see me, don't be angry." ”

Zheng Youhe glared at her: "You will die of your own love." ”

"Who's in mind?" Meng Zijin beckoned the waiter to come over and order two cups of espresso, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zheng Youhe funny.

"Guo Jiamubei." Zheng Youhe didn't plan to hide it.

"Tsk, out of breath." Mencius folded his legs, "I like others but don't admit it." ”

"Aren't you too." Zheng and his mouth are fast.

Suddenly fell into silence for a moment, and Zheng Youhe really wanted to slap himself.

Mencius pursed his lips, leaned forward, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I live with him and have already started the investigation period. ”

Zheng Youhe was not to be outdone: "I and him will see each other every two days now." ”

"Oh." Mencius smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a slit, "So you really like it?" ”

Zheng Youhe scolded her for being bored, and when the coffee was delivered, he immediately picked it up and poured a big sip.

"Yesterday, I met his parents." Zheng Youhe no longer stared at the little girl playing the piano, turned around, and continued to look at the passers-by outside the window, "They called me first, you don't know, my brain was like a dead machine at that time, I opened my mouth, and I didn't know what to call them." ”

The piano stopped, and the little girl on the stage returned to her mother's arms with a satisfied face, and a waiter gave her a bottle of milk coffee, and after a while, someone continued to come up to the stage to touch the piano.

A few intermittent notes, unable to make up a complete tune, was finally persuaded to come down.

Mencius looked at Zheng Youhe quietly, his palm covering the back of her hand on the table, and sending the heat source to her heart little by little.

"They genuinely like you." Mencius said.

Zheng Youhe has always understood, but she is just troubled in her heart, she can't get over that hurdle, and she is afraid to face the future.

"I really like them, too." Zheng Youhe breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting to let his emotions get out of control.

"There's a piano on it, and if you were twelve years old, you'd definitely touch it." Mencius pinched her fingers and tapped her, "If it's you now, do you want to try it?" ”

Zheng Youhe looked at Meng Zijin for a long time, and when he was sure that she was not joking, he exhaled deeply in shock.

"You see, just now there was an uncle who went up and played a paragraph, continuous wrong notes, serious skipping, playing wrong and repeating, even if it made people feel bad, no one talked about him, and finally the waiter smiled and persuaded him that he didn't play, but the fact is that the uncle has finished playing the last note of that song." Mencius still grabbed her fingers and pointed in the direction where the old man was sitting.

"That's because they think it's a great thing that Uncle can play the piano." Although Zheng Youhe was on the verge of hovering, he still didn't dare to take this step.

"It's also a great thing that a young girl can play the piano." Mencius pouted, "If I hadn't gone abroad, I would have played an impromptu song for you." ”

Zheng Youhe was amused: "What do you say?" ”

Meng Zijin didn't intend to laugh with her: "I dare to openly hide from the entire Meng family and run back from abroad to be a photographer, brave Sailor Moon, so what are you afraid of?" ”

Brave Sailor Moon.

You are brave, you are a warrior.

If you have something to fear, then defeat it.