Love apartment under one person

Chapter 64 Zhuge Dali's Confession
Xia He really knows how to be a man. Seeing Zhuge Dali rushing in the door eagerly, he turned his eyes slightly and joked:

"Hey, Minister Meng, is this the minister's wife to check on the post?"

Meng Lang walked over to gently wipe the sweat off the little girl's face, and said lightly, "This is my secretary and my good friend. The matter between me and her has nothing to do with you."

Then he rubbed Zhuge Dali's little head again, and whispered in her ear: "Wait a minute, I'll get rid of this all-sex woman."

When Zhuge Dali heard what Meng Lang said, his heart, which had been hanging in the air before, was relieved for the most part. He stood quietly beside Meng Lang with the roll of posters in his hand, and looked at Xia He with vigilant eyes.

I saw Meng took out a pen and paper from nowhere, put it in front of Xia He and said:
"Now write down everything you know. Don't try to play tricks and give me false information. I even know about the shitty things between you and Zhang Lingyu. Do you think I won't be able to find out if the information is true or not?"

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

Seeing this woman's small thoughts, meng lang sneered, but didn't break it.

He turned to look at Zhuge Dali, and saw that the little girl also raised her head and was looking at him, her pitiful eyes looked like a kitten that had just been abandoned by its owner.

Unable to resist rubbing her head again, Meng Lang asked softly, "What are you so eager to tell me?"

"I..." the little girl looked at Xia He at the side, hesitating to speak.

Meng Lang understood, snapped his fingers and said loudly:
"Xia He, you can leave after you finish writing and put it on the table. Afterwards, I will greet the company and turn a blind eye to you, but the premise is that you don't want to kill yourself."

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

Originally, he wanted to take the little girl to the next office, but as soon as he left, Meng Lang saw the other five idiots from the iPartment were all there, eavesdropping outside the door in a row.

Meng's head was full of black lines, and he gave a warning look, and then led the little girl into the office further away.

After closing the door with a slam, Meng Lang took a deep breath and looked at Zhuge Dali with puzzled eyes. His intuition told him that today's conversation would not be easy.

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

The little girl has the kind of temperament that once she makes up her mind, she will not give up until she achieves her goal. Even though she knew that Meng Lang was not "working" outside as she imagined, she still took a step forward, bravely looked at Meng Lang, and handed her a hand at the same time. On the scroll in hand.

Meng Lang took it with doubts on his face, and after opening it lightly, he couldn't help being stunned.

He had seen the Titanic.

He has also seen martial arts cosplay.

He can even understand 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 Dali to play cosplay?

'Could it be that I, Meng, also sleepwalked? '

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

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

"So. what did you do with it?"

"In my first experiment, I synthesized a string of candied haws with magnets and rubber, and this poster is the result of my second experiment."

Meng Lang couldn't help asking curiously, "Then what did you use to synthesize it?"

"The photo of the two of us." Zhuge Dali replied softly.

rash:? ? ? (O_O)? ? ?

There was no such thing as Meng, who was thinking all over the place, the little girl slightly raised her head to look at him, and continued to say:

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

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

"Aggravated?" Meng Lang looked confused, little sister, you are not sick at all?How can it get worse without being sick?

"In the past two days, I judged that the reason why I had a good impression of you at first was probably just an impulse and dependence."

"That feeling is like when a chick breaks its shell, it tends to recognize the first creature it sees as its mother. You broke my shell called 'Lonely'. I saw you, I fell in love with you."

Meng Lang nodded. He had thought of this before. At that time, he might have helped the little girl untie a knot by mistake.

Zhuge Dali didn't pause, and continued to pour out his feelings in a serious tone:
"But I also asked myself, if the person who persuaded me was replaced by someone else, would I still have a good impression of him?"

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

Meng Lang was slightly taken aback when he heard the words. He realized that his previous train of thought might have been wrong.

"It's not because I was released that I chose you, but because it was 'you' that I was released."

Having said that, the little girl's face flushed slightly:
"I once had an authoritative hormone test, and the results showed that my sex hormones and dopamine were seriously insufficient."

"It bothered me a lot."

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

"One day, my mother called and told me that my cousin had found a blind date for me through magic tricks, and I had to meet him."

"This made me very angry. Originally, my idea at the time was to reject it directly when we met."

Hearing this, Meng Lang also recalled that when he first learned that he was going on a blind date, his thoughts seemed to be similar to those of a little girl.

Thinking of this, the corner of Meng's mouth couldn't help but twitch a warm smile.

The little girl's words continued.

"But the next day, while I was running to relax and plan how to mess up the blind date decently, I was startled by a sudden sound of brakes and almost sprained my foot."

Meng Lang secretly complained in his heart, it really deserves to be you, iPartment, what a coincidence!

"I'm 90.00% [-]% sure that it was a coincidence, and after confirming that my cousin didn't let you know my appearance at that time, and your walking on the waves made me realize that I was not interested in me before. supernatural power."

"So, when I knew that the blind date my cousin mentioned was you, who I met by chance that day, for some reason, I suddenly had an idea that it would be good to talk about a love internship with you."

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

At this moment, talking about the excitement, Zhuge Dali gently opened the poster on his hand and put it on the table, stretched out his small hand to caress Meng Lang's masculine and resolute face in the painting, and continued to say:
"The thing that really started to change my mind was the next day"

(End of this chapter)