From ancient times to the present: The disabled boss was hugged by the empress and princess

Lu Heng slowed down a little and got up from the ground.

Meng Mingqian sat down and looked at him.

"looking for me?"

Lu Heng did not respond, but looked at Meng Mingqian's home.

It's obviously the same home we lived in before, but everything is different. There is no trace of where we lived before, and everything in the house has a brand new look.

Lu Heng touched the decorations on the entrance cabinet and said, "Where is the Black Knight figure here?"

Meng Mingqian: "Throw it away."

Lu Heng's expression changed slightly, and he walked into the living room again and looked at the empty TV cabinet.

He said coldly: "Where is my trophy?"

Meng Mingqian: "Burn it."

Lu Heng turned to glare at him.

Meng Mingqian looked at him with a sneer: "Why, do you still want me to keep it?"

Lu Heng's throat slid a few times but he made no sound.

He used to live here for a long time. Everything he had used was now thrown away. The house has not been renovated, but the smell of fireworks inside no longer belongs to him.

Meng Mingqian said impatiently: "What do you want to do? Hurry up and tell me. It's getting late."

Lu Heng stood still.

"I'm hungry."

Meng Mingqian said coldly: "Go and eat when you are hungry."

Lu Heng: "I want to eat the omelette rice you made."

Meng Mingqian sneered: "You don't seem to be drinking, but you are already talking drunkenly?"

Lu Heng walked closer to him and said, "You used to do it for me."

Meng Mingqian met his eyes head-on: "You also said, that was before."

"Brother Meng..."

Meng Mingqian pointed directly at the door: "Get out."

Lu Heng stood still.

Meng Ming stood up humbly, pressed his shoulders, and wanted to drag the person out with a cold look on his face.

Lu Heng suddenly fell down on the sofa, with his tall figure of meters, curled up in the corner of the sofa.

His face was pale and he said in a weak voice: "I...stomach pain..."

Meng Mingqian looked down at him, frowning slightly.

Lu Heng pressed his belly, and his silver hair fell on his face, making his face look even paler. Coupled with his curled up posture, his whole figure seemed to be tortured by illness.

"pain!"

Meng Mingqian just watched quietly for a long time, then slowly sat down.

The room fell into silence, and neither of them spoke.

After two or three minutes, Lu Heng slowly started to move. He slowly moved to lie down next to Meng Mingqian.

His fingers tentatively touched Meng Mingqian's hand on the sofa and shook it quietly.

His voice was still weak and he said: "Brother Meng, please give me a hug."

Meng Mingqian's whole figure seemed to be frozen, his expression completely frozen in an instant, and even his breathing became very unstable, sometimes light, sometimes quick, and trembling.

Lu Heng: "Please."

Meng Mingqian looked down at the person lying next to him with extremely complex eyes.

Lu Heng looked like an abandoned kitten at this moment, pitiful and helpless.

"You would never be so cruel and ignore me before."

Meng Mingqian looked at the person huddled with his back to him.

He said expressionlessly: "I told you not to mention the past again."

"Then let's bring it up now." Lu Heng, who originally just grabbed Meng Mingqian's fingers, tried to slowly hold his whole hand. But when Meng Mingqian didn't break free, he still said extremely weakly: "Can you hug me? .”

Meng Mingqian: "No."

Lu Heng moved his body uncomfortably, and then rested his head on Meng Mingqian's lap.

"Then let me lean on you for a while."

Meng Mingqian frowned: "Don't push yourself too far."

Lu Heng leaned on Meng Mingqian's legs and looked up at Meng Mingqian's face.

Uncontrollably, she slowly stretched out her hand to touch his cheek.

But Meng Mingqian turned his head to avoid it.

He said coldly: "There is no omelette rice, but there is stomach medicine. Do you want to take it?"

Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed softly.

"eat."

Meng Mingqian moved his head and hands away, got up and rummaged through the medicine box for stomach medicine.

Lu Heng slowly sat up, leaned on the sofa, and looked at Meng Mingqian as he looked for the medicine box. His memory suddenly went back to the past. He had stomach pains for a long time. He often had stomach pains in the past, and Meng Mingqian did not matter whether he was on the set or at home. He will prepare stomach medicine, even when he goes out to record a show, he will also prepare everything.

But now, Meng Mingqian looked so impatient when looking for the medicine box.

Meng Mingqian didn't rummage in the medicine box for long. He opened the box and took out a box of stomach medicine from the top layer.

He took a cup of hot water, took out a pill and handed it to Lu Heng.

Lu Heng didn't answer. He looked at Meng Mingqian with somewhat blurred eyes.

Meng Mingqian urged without expression: "Hurry up and eat by yourself."

Lu Heng shook his head: "It hurts, I can't move."

With a snap, the water glass was placed directly on the teacup.

The pills were just thrown on top.

"Eat it or not."

Lu Heng: "..."

He sat up helplessly from the back of the sofa and swallowed the pills.

After he finished eating, he lay back on the sofa.

Meng Mingqian drove people away again: "Can you leave now?"

Lu Heng: "Wait for a while, it still hurts, but the medicine won't take effect so quickly."

Meng Mingqian took a deep breath and went to the balcony to stay.

He had obviously made up his mind not to talk to this person again, but when he showed weakness like this, he would relent again.

He opened the window and wanted the wind to wake him up. He was not sure. If Lu Heng did something else, he might be soft-hearted again.

One of them was lying on the sofa, and the other was standing on the balcony enjoying the breeze.

Through the reflection of the window, Lu Heng saw Meng Mingqian's wrinkled face. His facial expression had not relaxed for dozens of minutes. It seemed like I was stuck in confusion and couldn't get rid of my sadness.

After more than ten minutes, Meng Mingqian came in from the balcony and continued to remind Lu Heng that it was time to leave.

But he found that Lu Heng had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Meng Mingqian walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Wake up, don't sleep."

Lu Heng did not wake up.

It seemed that he was extremely sleepy and finally found a comfortable place to sleep. His breathing was even and his expression was relaxed.

Meng Mingqian suddenly sighed deeply.

He went to the bedroom to find a quilt, covered Lu Heng, and turned off the lights in the living room.

But he himself couldn't fall asleep and sat in the study.

He opened the locked drawer, which contained neatly arranged trophies. He took it out and fumbled with Lu Heng's name on it.

Gently wiping the trophy with a tissue, the corners of his mouth raised an arc uncontrollably.

At this moment, the study door was suddenly pushed open.

Lu Heng stood at the door and looked at him.

Meng Mingqian met Lu Heng's eyes blankly, subconsciously stuffed the trophy back into the drawer, and then closed it.