Teacher Meng wanted to hit someone after hearing this

Once Zhang Wu was convinced, he said, "I suspect that you are not Jiang Lang, are you real or fake, so infatuated? It's been a year, and you still don't give up?"

Jiang Lang didn't answer the call, as if he didn't hear him.

Zhang Wuyi was shocked, and realized that what he said was a bit ky, so he silently shut up, and followed Jiang Lang resignedly.

After a while, he still couldn't hold back and said, "I think it's definitely not your problem. Why do you have to fight with yourself, and don't let go if you can't catch up. I guess your teacher Meng is also tortured by you..."

Jiang Lang was angry, and turned around and said: "Can you say a few words less, which side are you standing on? I asked you to help me move things, why are there so many nonsense, or you will go back to me. "

It's not that he didn't know what Zhang Wuyi said, but he was unwilling to let it go just because of the thumping of his heart for the first time, and because of Meng Yuan's occasional response to him.Anyway, wherever he lives is not where he lives, anyway, as far as he is concerned now, he doesn't have any intention to pay attention to others.

It seems that after a year, looking at Meng Yuan has become a habit.

Since it was the distance between upstairs and downstairs, Jiang Lang didn't bother to call for another person, so he called Zhang Wuyi to come over and help.The two of them worked together, and it didn't take much time to move the things.

Zhang Wuyi stood outside the door, waiting for Jiang Lang to leave with him. He knew his acquaintance this time, so he didn't urge Jiang Lang any more. It's like the rivers and lakes have disappeared since then.

Jiang Lang stood in the living room, looking at the oil painting on the wall that he had hung up with his own hands, with complicated thoughts.Just keep this here.Then he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, picked out the house key and put it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, then took a step back and closed the door of 501.

"Is it over now?" Zhang Wuyi asked helplessly.

Jiang Lang passed him by, and went downstairs without looking back: "Let's go."

Zhang Wuyi drove Jiang Lang's car, drove out of the Hongye community, and went straight to Langyu's studio in the westernmost part of Z City.

"I'm afraid it's not the first time this month has happened."

Jiang Lang sat in the back, leaning against the seat, staring at the roof of the car, his mind was a little empty: "Yeah."

Since last month, the studio has had frequent complaints from customers. Either the quality of the wall paintings is too poor, or the completion of the list is too low, which does not meet their requirements at all.At first, Jiang Lang only thought that someone was looking for faults, but after checking it out, he found that there were many familiar old customers among the customers who complained.There were also frequent negative comments on Weibo, from complaining about Langyu's change, to picking up the personal situation of the painters in Langyu one by one.

As the industry grows bigger and bigger, it is inevitable that some opponents will secretly play tricks to frame you with jealousy.It's just that when Jiang Lang founded Langyu, he didn't think about it at all, he just wanted to get it out first and then talk about it.I didn't expect it to be done all at once, but the follow-up things are annoying.

The two soon arrived at their destination, and Zhang Wuyi and Jiang Lang went up to the third floor together—after a year of development, Jiang Lang rented another floor and turned it into an office area.

"I think you lack a decent management team." Zhang Wuyi said as he walked behind Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang pushed open the door of the office, and answered casually, "So didn't I call you here?"

Zhang Wuyi stopped in his tracks: "Are you kidding me? I'm tired of being busy on the seabed every day."

Jiang Lang said: "It doesn't matter if your dilapidated bar doesn't work, it has been open for so many years, it's still not the same. It has long since become an outdated daylily, and no one looks at it."

Just as Zhang Wuyi was about to have a fit, Jiang Lang pushed him down on the sofa on the other side of the office, then went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water: "Seabed is a status and a symbolic bar in City Z." , even if you are kicked out, just hire someone to run the business, as long as you don’t do it, there will be basically no major problems. But mine is different, now is the trough period after the climax, and countless pairs of eyes in the industry are staring at me Here, if you are not careful, you will go bankrupt. Therefore, I can trust your ability, and I hope you can help me."

Zhang Wu digested Jiang Lang's words by himself, feeling something was wrong.

What is "even if you kick me"? ? ?I have worked so hard for so many years and worked diligently, but in the end, you Jiang Bulang dragged me from one place to another unfamiliar position if you had a need. !

Just as Zhang Wuyi was about to speak to him, Jiang Lang waved his hand and made a knowing blow: "And opening a bar, let me put it bluntly, my parents look at people with colored glasses, and they definitely won't." I accept you."

I am in a serious business, how could I be at your mercy for this reason.

"Okay, I promise you."

As soon as Zhang Wu saw Jiang Lang's smile that he was in control of everything, he was angry and felt helpless.

·

Meng Yuan came home at noon, and as soon as he opened the door, he felt something was wrong.The noon sun shone in from outside the house, and he could clearly see the fine dust floating in the air, and he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

The oil paintings in the living room are well hung, and there is still a glass of Jiang Lang's water in the morning on the coffee table. He thinks it should be his own illusion.As a result, as soon as he stepped into the door, the next second he saw the key on the shoe cabinet at the entrance, the expression on Meng Yuan's face froze, and the tension in his mind suddenly broke. He picked up the key and stared at it for two seconds in disbelief, then Before he even had time to change his shoes, he ran to the door of Jiang Lang's room. The door of the room was half open, and he could already see that there was nothing on the bed inside.Meng Yuan suddenly opened the door completely, only to see that the room was empty, nothing was placed on the table or bedside table.He gripped the key tightly, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he still ran to the studio without giving up, but it was also empty.

Jiang Lang tidied things up thoroughly, as if there had never been another person living here.

Moreover, that guy didn't even leave him a word, and just moved away.

Meng Yuan knew that there would be such a day, when the one-year lease of the house was almost up, he didn't mention it, and Jiang Lang didn't mention it either.He admits that he has selfish intentions, although he still can't avoid Jiang Lang now, but after such a year, it is a lie to say that he has not wavered.In the dead of night, he often wondered whether Jiang Lang was serious or not just playing around.But when he thought about Fu Heqian's four-year relationship, there was no cheating or disagreement, but the other party said he was boring, so he decisively ended the relationship.

He knew that he was really boring. Apart from going to work, he read books and prepared lessons after get off work.A person like Jiang Lang, even if he is really sincere now, how could he not get bored after a long time.

Meng Yuan threw the key on the floor, making a muffled bang.

"Son of a bitch!"

He didn't know whether he was scolding Jiang Lang or himself.

He and Jiang Lang, if the other party didn't deliberately maintain contact, as two people, there would be no intersection at all.Seeing the other party's resolute attitude to move away, he and Jiang Lang might not have any contact with each other again.

Meng Yuan frantically took out his phone, called up Jiang Lang's number in the address book, and stared at it for a full 2 ​​minutes. He saw more than a dozen numbers from the beginning to the end, and then from the end to the beginning, and finally pressed the dial button. key out.

After a few long seconds, the call was connected. At this moment, Meng Yuan realized that he hadn't decided what to say to the other party, and his mind immediately turned rapidly, thinking of saying something, but the next second, he was caught in a rush of enthusiasm. A basin of cold water was poured out.

"——The number you dialed is currently on the phone, please..."

Before Meng Yuan finished listening, he hung up the phone.

He wanted to smash the phone too, but before he could do it, he stopped his hand, and the phone was smashed on the sofa.

He looked at the key that had been thrown to the corner, hesitated again and again, but went to pick it up, wiped off the dust, and put it in his trouser pocket.

Meng Yuan didn't have the heart to cook the lunch at noon.Meng Yuan was not in the mood for the afternoon class.

But he doesn’t have to eat lunch, and he still goes to class. After all, he teaches mathematics. It’s not good for the children in the class to miss class or let other teachers take over. It’s not a special case, and he won’t ask for leave.

In Hejia Elementary School, his senior sister, Yu Lu, who happened to be in the same grade as him, saw that his junior brother was obviously not in a good mood all afternoon, so he went up to say a few words of concern, but Meng Yuan took them over without pain or itching. topic.

"You're not in love, are you?" Yu Lu asked cautiously.

Meng Yuan was poked to the point of pain, lost in love?The only time he fell in love was a year ago.There is nothing between him and Jiang Lang. It was he who rejected the other party thousands of times on his own initiative, and lost some kind of love.

"Nothing. Sister, I don't have class this afternoon. You can ask the director for a leave later. I have something to do, so I'll go back first."

Yu Lu nodded, but still said uneasy, "Go to the hospital if you're really unwell, you know, don't hold on alone."

Meng Yuan nodded perfunctorily, and left without even taking the coat hanging on the back of the chair.

When he returned to the Hongye community, he walked all the way to the door of the house before he remembered that his keys and mobile phone were all in his jacket pocket.He fumbled in the pocket of his trousers and took out the key that Jiang Lang had handed over. He looked at it again and again, but he didn't want to use it.

He took the elevator downstairs again, and paid for the meal with the restaurant owner on credit, and credited the unlocker for unlocking the lock.They all knew Meng Yuan and knew that he was a teacher, so it was easy for them to understand him.

The unlocker opened the door for him, and kindly asked him if he wanted to change the lock by the way, Meng Yuan still held Jiang Lang's key in his hand, thought for a while and said:

"no need."

One afternoon, Meng Yuan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, soaking in the sun, looking at the oil paintings on the wall, and letting himself go.

He finally saw what was wrong with the painting, it looked like a person.

Who it is is self-evident.Meng Yuan thought, this is not a person, but a pig's head.

Meng Yuan sat from afternoon to night, until the light outside gradually dimmed and disappeared, and when the room was pitch black, he could no longer see the pig in the painting.

For the whole night, he was half asleep and half awake. Sometimes he would feel the familiar sound of unlocking the lock again, but when he opened his eyes, nothing happened.

·

In the morning, Meng Yuan was awakened by the rapid ringing of the doorbell.His mind was in a daze, and he slept on the sofa for another night. His bones seemed to be falling apart. He didn't even need to look in the mirror to know that his face must be dark.

Meng Yuan held his forehead and walked to the door, thinking it was Yu Lu or some kind of courier.

did not expect--

"Agaki!"

Before he could react, he was hugged by Jiang Lang.

Meng Yuan lost his mind and asked bluntly: "...Why are you back?"

"Here, breakfast for you." Jiang Lang proudly lit up the lunch box in his hand, smiling all over his face.

Meng Yuan couldn't figure out what Jiang Lang meant, what was he doing?

"Take it back." Meng Yuan leaned against the wall and rubbed his brows without looking at it, and said coldly.

Jiang Lang ignored Meng Yuan and walked inside with the bag.Meng Yuan kicked across to block him, with a bad attitude: "Get out."

Jiang Lang didn't care at all, and continued to say with a smile: "This time I have asked someone to try it in advance, it is definitely different from the previous one, it is not bad!"

Who said this is the problem!After eating your unpalatable meals so many times, is this one or two times worse?

Meng Yuan didn't let go, and insisted not to let Jiang Lang in.

Jiang Lang stretched out his hand to touch Meng Yuan's arm, Meng Yuan retracted like an electric shock, and Jiang Lang took the opportunity to enter the house immediately.

? ?Meng Yuan was dumbfounded.

He walked quickly behind Jiang Lang, suddenly stretched out an arm in front of the man, determined not to let him enter the room.

Jiang Lang stretched out his arms, put the breakfast on the dining table, then turned around, grabbed Meng Yuan's arm, and gently twisted it in the opposite direction.

Meng Yuan refused to admit defeat, turned around and straightened his arm, then raised his other hand, and punched Jiang Lang in the face!

Jiang Lang was caught off guard, did not expect Meng Yuan to come for real, and froze in place.

It's just that because Meng Yuan didn't receive formal training, and he didn't get a good night's rest, the punch he actually punched was weak. From Jiang Lang's feelings, it was like touching him with a fist.

"Since you moved away, what are you doing back here?" Meng Yuan said angrily, not noticing anything wrong with his tone or position.

Jiang Lang said softly, "Let's have breakfast first, why do you look so bad?"

Meng Yuan himself knew what was going on, he was startled, and immediately felt guilty.

The two of them sat down to eat breakfast harmoniously again, Meng Yuan didn't know what to say, so he just ate in suspense.He was taken aback for the first piece, but it was really not bad.

Seeing Meng Yuan's reaction, Jiang Lang knew that this time it was finally a success, and said, "How about it, I really didn't lie to you this time, did I?"

Meng Yuan ignored him, and lowered his head to eat sullenly, but couldn't help smiling in his heart.

If you failed a hundred times and succeeded once, how could you feel complacent?I don't know how many dark dishes I ate.

Jiang Lang didn't eat much, he only moved his chopsticks occasionally, and most of the time he watched Meng Yuan eat.

Meng Yuan noticed his gaze, but also pretended not to know.

Suddenly, Jiang Lang put down his chopsticks, and Meng Yuan looked up at him.

I saw the other party took something out of his pocket.

Meng Yuan remained motionless, watching his movements, a string of red strings was hanging down from the opponent's palm, and a key was fastened on the string.

Jiang Lang said, "This is for you, it's downstairs."

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I clicked the question, Teacher Meng finally hit someone!crying face with joy