The next day, Xingyao Culture thoroughly investigated the identity of the guests of the show, and after locking up a guest named Yao Zhong, Ling Tao immediately ordered, "This person, screen out from the guest list." ”

After a while, Ling Tao waited downstairs in the fang court with this news.

The call reached Secretary Chen, he hesitated again and again, staring at the risk of being scolded and entered the president's office, "The boss of Xingyao Culture is waiting in the rest area on the first floor, and I heard that he has terminated the contract with the photography blogger named Yao Zhong. ”

At this point, he understood why his boss wanted to withdraw his investment.

I think that at the beginning, when the photo of Lieutenant General Yao Meng Zijin was posted on Weibo, he still tried to persuade him to delete it, but people didn't eat it softly and hardly, and now, he deserves to suffer a little.

"Hmm." Song Yunshen helped his forehead, closed the pen in his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "In that case, go and tell him not to withdraw." ”

Secretary Chen understood and personally went downstairs to convey Song Yunshen's meaning.

Ling Tao breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude.

Early in the morning, Yao Zhong received the news that Xingyao Culture had terminated the contract, and went downstairs to the company to make a fuss, making him embarrassed.

He is just a small photography blogger, and Xingyao Culture is such a big company, so if he is in a bad mood, he can kick out a few people casually, so why not.

Yao Zhong accepted his fate and floated on the street with the termination contract.

"Yao Zhong?" Mencius felt that he was familiar, and called out his name uncertainly.

"It's you!" Yao Zhong couldn't help clutching the paper in his hand and approached her, "Long time no see, Miss Meng, where are you going?" ”

Mencius raised the camera equipment in his hand, hooked his lips and said, "Just come out and take pictures of fireworks in the world." ”

Bumped into him, just a coincidence.

She didn't mean to continue chatting, she raised her eyes to see the traffic at the traffic light intersection, and walked a few steps before entering the state to shoot.

"Miss Meng, I'm really embarrassed about the photo last time, I didn't know that the person who came to me to delete the photo was sent by you." He sincerely apologized, clutched the phone tightly in his hand, and slid to unlock it, "I tried to add your WeChat, but you didn't agree and blocked me, can you tell me why?" ”

"Huh?" Mencius simply didn't know anything about it.

After thinking for a moment, she laughed, "Where did you know about my WeChat?" ”

"You called me once last time, and I searched WeChat." Yao Zhong prompted.

Mencius pursed her lips, and in this way, she understood.

What Yao added was Song Yunshen's WeChat.

"That's not my number, it's my boyfriend's." Mencius explained.

"That's right." Yao Zhong choked, the topic stopped for a while, and he still took out his mobile phone after struggling for a long time, "Then can you add a WeChat now?" We can talk to each other about photography. ”

Meng Zijin's face was a little entangled, and the final draft saw that he had helped him show his WeChat business card.

"Okay, then I won't bother you yet, and we'll contact you when we're free." Yao Zhong pointed to the screen of his phone.

"Hmm." Mencius pursed his lips, and when he looked up into the distance, he locked on a new picture.

She is wearing an ordinary casual commuter today, and when she stops on the main road, she still attracts attention, and when the material is almost taken, she stands at the intersection waiting for the traffic light, and habitually looks at her mobile phone.

There was a new friend request in WeChat, and she clicked through it, noting Yao Zhong's name.

She is not stupid, and it can be seen that Yao Zhong's eyes are obviously not pure when he looks at her.

She deliberately emphasized the word boyfriend, but he also insisted on adding WeChat, either knowing her identity or ......

Addicted to her looks.

Mencius sighed helplessly.

I just didn't put this at ease.

At twelve o'clock at noon, Song Yunshen came back to cook, and when Mencius returned to Hangzhuang, three dishes and one soup had already been presented on the table, biting his lip, Mencius walked towards Song Yunshen with a light foot.

"Put the camera down and wash your hands." Song Yunshen didn't turn around at all and guessed that she was less than two meters away from him.

Meng Zijin snorted, obediently put the camera away, and washed his hands with a brisk step behind his back, "Are you dog ears, my movement is so small, you can hear it." ”

"It's not." Song Yunshen wiped her hands dry, and by the way, she folded her hands on her palms and wiped them together, "I smell it." ”

Mencius raised his eyebrows, "Huh? ”

"You smell good." As he spoke, he took her fingers and led her to the table and helped her pull out the chair, "I made sweet and sour fish today, try it." ”

A smile tugged at the corner of Mencius's mouth, and his eyes followed him, "What does it smell like on me?" ”

She sniffed on the spot, but she didn't feel it.

"Roses." Song Yunshen had already sat down, picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched the dishes for her.

Scratching his neck, Mencius took a small bite of rice, she has been giving him reassurance pills all the time in the past two days, but this man is extremely insecure, no matter how he outputs, this dog man is just unsettled.

"Song Yunshen, don't you believe me?" Mencius bit his chopsticks and asked weakly.

"Huh?" Song Yunshen raised his eyes to look at her, and the chopsticks did not stop.

"I talked to my uncle last night, and I'm going to go to his French estate next week, and he'll stop by to do some errands there." Mencius met his gaze and output again, "Don't worry, I will come back to see you at least three times a month, and I promise not to mess with flowers." ”

As he spoke, he raised three fingers with a firm expression.

Song Yunshen paused slightly, and was about to say what it was, when the mobile phone that Meng Zijin put on the desktop vibrated three times in a row.

He paused, raised his chin and motioned for Mencius to read the information first.

Mencius pursed her lips, and said that it was not important while checking the information, but she didn't know it, and after seeing who the person who sent the message was, the expression on her face froze imperceptibly for a while.

Song Yunshen was sharp-eyed, but he was caught.

"Flowers, flowers, grass." He put down his chopsticks, stared straight at her, pronounced the words clearly, and paused deliberately.

What Meng Zijin didn't expect was that Yao Zhongzhen would contact her, or contact her now.

Two of the three messages were pictures, which were the pictures of her herself that he used to post on Weibo that day.

"I met Yao Zhong this morning, it was the young man you saw in Xishan in the west of the city last time, he asked me about WeChat, and he ......" Meng Zijin couldn't help frowning when he explained.

In the end, it's really her messing around.

"He sent me two photos, just the two that he posted on Weibo last time, and apologized to me by the way." Mencius explained, took a breath, and took the initiative to ask, "Or, I deleted him?" ”

She was really afraid that Song Yunshen would be angry.

Especially at the special moment when she was ready to leave him on a long journey alone.

Song Yunshen's expression was faint, but his mouth was quite sincere, "Delete it." ”

Meng Zijin was dumbfounded, and in the next second, he handed the phone to Song Yunshen, "Come on." ”

Song Yunshen raised his eyebrows, "Can't bear to do it?" ”

"What, I'm determined to let you be executed personally!" Mencius snorted.

Song Yunshen deleted the person neatly and simply, "You'd better be." ”

The air fell silent, and the meal was extraordinarily quiet.

After living together for a while, Mencius took Song Yunshen's little temper to death, and saw that he had to be tough, so he simply followed him, and after eating, he crossed his legs on the sofa and turned the camera upside down, sorting out all the materials taken in the past few days.

She got serious, and she really forgot about everything.

Song Yunshen was like a concubine who was beaten out of the cold palace at this moment, and experienced the feeling of being left out in the cold.

Meng Zijin didn't have a personal Weibo account before, so the registration was completed today, and after all the reviews were passed, she selected nine material pictures and posted the first news.

[Qingqing Zijin]: Come on, follow me, you will become my first fan.

After sending a message to Zheng Youhe, he clicked on it for the first time, and then replied to the message.

[AND]: Closed. The nine-square grid really poked my heart, and the tone was so beautiful.

[Qingqing Zijin]: Received compliments.

At this point, Zheng Youhe was taking a lunch break, probably idle and bored, and pushed Mencius's Weibo account to Annai, and Mencius gained more than a dozen fans after a while.

Among them is Anku.

You must know that Anku has his own traffic, and he has more than 10 million fans, and his attention is designated to be picked up.

But Mencius can be regarded as his disciple, and she can afford this attention.

[Annai]: I was amazed, the picture is really beautiful.

[Qingqing Zijin]: Don't boast, just a few landscape pictures.

[Annai]: Anku's shots are not so good-looking, really, to be honest.

Mencius also smiled, not necessarily taking this seriously.

All in all, this is just the beginning.

Holding a computer in his arms, Meng Zijin tapped on the keyboard, and from time to time he saw Song Yunshen swaying from side to side.

She raised her eyes and took a look, and continued to bury her head in the material as if she hadn't seen it, turning a blind eye to Song Yunshen's abnormal behavior.

Let him do.

Song Yunshen was standing, holding a box of fine West Lake Longjing in his hand, and seeing that Meng Zijin didn't react, he had to sit down opposite her and pour the purple gold tea set on the coffee table.

Mencius's rose gold tea set was still in Xizhu's apartment, and he had no time to go there during this time, so he could only change to a similar set.

After the tea was brewed, Song Yunshen habitually poured a cup first and handed it to Mencius, he picked up the second cup, and was about to finish drinking, but he didn't see Mencius on the other side move.

"The tea is cold." He reminded softly.

Mencius didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Mencius." He called out her name in a deep voice.

The other side still ignored it.

"Baby Meng." He made a big move.

Mencius hummed, lifted his eyelids to see his angry appearance, and secretly laughed in his heart, but he just didn't touch the cup of tea.

Song Yunshen's face darkened.

Mencius wanted to dry him for a while, and he didn't plan to really be hard with him to the end, so he processed the photo materials in his hand and was about to turn off the computer, when a pair of big hands came and closed the laptop and was still on the side.

The next second, she was scooped up and sat on his lap, a crisp fragrance of cedar hit her nose, the tip of her nose was itchy, and she raised her hand to rub it.

Unbeknownst to her, the man overbearingly removed her hand, and when she reacted again, her lips had been heavily blocked.

With moisture.

and the warm aroma of West Lake Longjing.

Song Yunshen!

How dare he!

Dare to pour her cup of West Lake Longjing with her mouth!

Meng Zijin swallowed, whimpered for a while, tea stains flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and were gently swallowed by Song Yunshen.

Finally, gently hiss.

He was like a male goblin, as if he was sucking the essence of her whole body.

Otherwise, she didn't have the strength to push it away.

"Ignore me? Don't want to drink the tea I made? Well? He was very close to her, and his voice was low with a low gasp, "Meng Baobao, Lao Tzu will feed you personally." ”