can not help

Meng Junchen stayed at Qian Shucheng's house for a long time during his school days. He said that it was close to the school and convenient, but in fact he was bothering the housekeeper.But the day before his grandfather's birthday party, he was obediently called home by his father to prepare to go.

Qian Shucheng was playing games at home with nothing to do. He was wearing earphones and yelling at Liang Siyuan, who was playing games with him in a team. He heard a "bang" sound from the earphones. He stuck his head out and looked, MD, what kind of bastard was the door of his house? The egg was kicked open.I saw that bastard slowly retracting one leg, and pretending to bend over to pat the non-existent ashes on the trouser leg.

Jiang Fanyi was very upset, he was the one who proposed the idea of ​​guessing who would pick up Qian Shucheng, but he lost in the end.I was so depressed that I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered it, and I kicked it, anyway, if it breaks, he won't pay, and whoever loves will pay.In fact, the door was not closed at all, Qian Shucheng was anxious to play games when he was getting the takeaway, and ran back to the house without even looking at it.

With this kick, Jiang Fan suddenly felt much better. He strolled into the room and tore off the headset from Qian Shucheng's head: "Young Master Qian, let's go out."

Qian Shucheng: "You don't have long hands? Don't you know that you have to knock on the door before entering someone's house?"

Jiang Fanyi: "I knocked on the door, but someone is deaf."

Qian Shucheng squinted at him for a second, pulled on the headset for a while, and continued to focus on the computer screen: "My young master is in a bad mood right now, so I won't go."

Jiang Fan could hear Liang Siyuan's heart-piercing roar through the headset. He stood behind Qian Shucheng and watched for two seconds, then simply and rudely unplugged the power cord plugged into the wall.

The room was silent for a while, and after 2 minutes, Qian Shucheng's cell phone rang.

Qian Shucheng: "Hello."

Liang Siyuan: "Big Prime Minister! You tricked me! You actually went offline directly?!"

Qian Shucheng: "I have something to do here, let's talk about it later."

Qian Shucheng hung up without waiting for Liang Siyuan to reply, and threw the phone on the table.Get up and walk towards Jiang Fanyi.

Jiang Fan thought of Murong Ling's words at the beginning: Xiaocheng, he has grown a lot taller.Really grow taller, TM is taller than me! !How can I say that I have 181? Last year, I only reached my eyebrows. Did you eat chemical fertilizers this year?

Qian Shucheng: "Jiang Fanyi, are you finding fault?"

Jiang Fan was upset: "I found it, why?"

Two hours later, there was a knock on the door of a private studio.Two people with crumpled clothes and broken bowls who could directly go out to beg for food came in.Fortunately, the front desk knew Jiang Fanyi. Otherwise, the image of these two people would definitely be thrown out. Their boss has serious cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Sitting in the waiting room bored flipping through magazines, Pan Shirong, who was looking at the beautiful model smacking her mouth, looked up and saw the two of them stunned. Qian Shucheng was okay, at least his face was fine, but his clothes were a bit out of shape, and Jiang Fanyi was miserable. Yes, with a chicken nest head on it, and a little bit of skin on the corner of his mouth.

Pan Shirong: "I said, are you two being robbed?"

Jiang Fanyi unceremoniously walked over to Pan Shirong and sat down, picked up the water glass on the table and took a big sip: "Don't mention it, sir?"

Pan Shirong: "Sir, I was talking to Zhou Yun in the meeting room. Didn't you just ask you to pick up someone? How did you pick it up like this? Pick it up from the garbage station?"

Jiang Fanyi ignored his teasing, and said, "I'll go and talk to my husband, and I won't be late for the banquet after a while."

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Qian Shucheng leaned against the window and sneered.

Jiang Fanyi: "You don't have to laugh, I can still avoid it if I don't make a sound and dodge in the corner later. You..." Jiang Fan looked Qian Shucheng up and down, "You are more than inevitable , then I will show you that I will not tear you up."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the meeting room next to it was opened, and a tall, thin, white and clean young man, even dressed in white, walked out.

Jiang Fan hurriedly tidied himself up and dodged into the corner, wishing he could immediately fill up his invisibility attribute.

In terms of appearance and dress, Zhou Yun is no different from ordinary artists, but her voice is the mother she imagined: "Your voices can be heard in the conference room, and your loud voices can't be blocked by the soundproof wall. Yo, this can't be your little Cheng Bar?"

Seeing the slovenly Qian Shucheng, the tone of Zhou Yun's last sentence directly increased by an octave.

"What? Do you have a problem with my Xiao Cheng?" Murong Ling's slightly teasing voice came from behind, and only after he finished talking did he see Qian Shucheng's miserable appearance - chicken nest head and messy clothes.Turning around, he saw Jiang Fanyi, who was huddled in a corner to minimize his presence, with the same chicken nest head, messy clothes, and torn corners of his mouth, and he immediately understood.

Murong Ling: "Ah Yun, clean up for Xiao Cheng first."

Zhou Yun rolled her eyes wildly: "I have to clean up, otherwise I would think your Murong family is a gang of beggars when I went to the banquet hall. Not to mention, this chicken nest, beggar clothes, and a dog-beating stick are perfect."

Murong Ling: "Since it's so perfect, why don't you dress yourself up and lead the fashion trend?"

Zhou Yun: "Oh, my uncle, please forgive me, our small studio does not have such high-end clothes!"

Murong Ling looked again at Jiang Fanyi who was still shrunk to the corner while arranging his hair and clothes: "Ah Yun, let Jiang Fanyi tidy up later, I think he feels uncomfortable scratching his head."

Zhou Yun's voice was an octave higher: "You two are organizing a group to beg for food?"

Jiang Fan looked at Murong Ling with a crying expression on his face, and Murong Ling completely ignored him and walked to the sofa and sat down, resting his hands on the armrests and watching Zhou Yun's messy work inside and out.

Qian Shucheng looked at Murong Ling who was sitting comfortably on the sofa.

I haven't seen her for two weeks, and Murong Ling's complexion looks much better than before, it should be carefully adjusted.His face is still fair but no longer sick, and the corners of his mouth will rise slightly when he speaks, with a faint smile on his face.His body was not as thin as before, and he was dressed in a well-tailored black suit to set off his well-proportioned and slender figure.The originally slightly long hair was slightly trimmed, and the whole person looked more energetic. Sitting on the sofa, he naturally exuded the breath of a nobleman.

As expected, he was worrying blindly, such a small matter really couldn't destroy Murong Ling's strong heart, the former Murong Ling came back, but it wasn't the Murong Ling he knew.

Qian Shucheng, who was thinking fast, was dragged to the locker room by Zhou Yun with a look of disgust before he had been leisurely for 5 minutes. Looking at the chicken coop above his head, Zhou Yun's face was covered with dark clouds, and he stared at it for 10 minutes. Shucheng felt that he was about to fall asleep before he started to do it.

Zhou Yun is also worthy of being the world's top stylist. Once the hair is done, the image will rise to a big level. Zhou Yun's face finally looks a lot better.Qian Shucheng's appearance is still good, because his skin is wheat-colored because he is always exercising outside in the sun, and Zhou Zheng's facial features are very handsome, otherwise there would not be such troubles in school.

Zhou Yun likes Zhou Zheng who is tall, and while talking about Qian Shucheng's usual tidying up, he picks out clothes for him.

Now Qian Shucheng finally knew why Jiang Fanyi had a face of gloating before, this Zhou Yun's typical cleanliness plus obsessive-compulsive disorder and broken mouth.

Of course, Jiang Fanyi did not escape Zhou Yun's claws under Murong Ling's key point.

It has been 3 hours since Qian Shucheng was released by Zhou Yun, no wonder the dinner started at 6 pm, Jiang Fan went to his house at noon to arrest him.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Qian Shucheng looked at himself in the mirror, and had to admit that Zhou Yun was a bit too much, and his taste was still very good.His disobedient hair was trimmed and fixed with pomade, revealing a smooth forehead and slightly deep eyes. A silver-gray suit will not look too old-fashioned, nor too frivolous. The whole image is almost the same as before It's a world of difference.

Qian Shucheng clicked 'tsk tsk' twice, money is really a good thing.

"Very handsome." A soft voice sounded behind him, interrupting Qian Shucheng's narcissistic appreciation.

He didn't answer aloud, although the last time he quarreled with Yuan Shaojie made him feel less guilty, but he still didn't know how to face Murong Ling, whether it was about his brother or the last time.He actually wanted to apologize, but apologizing for this kind of thing is useless, and he felt very sorry if he didn't apologize.

The atmosphere was at a deadlock for a moment.

"Zhou Yun! I'm a man, what did you spray on my head? Why is it still colored?!" Jiang Fanyi ran out of the dressing room as if fleeing for his life.

"Jiang Fanyi, who are you with?! Who doesn't know that you are a leader?! You are still talking so much nonsense?! Come back quickly!" Zhou Yun chased out with an unknown in his hand. Some kind of bottle pretended to spray Jiang Fan on the head.

"I don't spray that thing!! Take it away quickly!!" Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hands while running like chasing flies.

Zhou Yun felt that running around chasing others in his studio was too detrimental to the image of the boss, so he hurriedly asked Murong Ling for help: "A Ling! Take care of your family!"

Qian Shucheng frowned. He said that he belonged to Murong Ling's family before, but now he said that Jiang Fanyi belonged to Murong Ling's family. Is this when Murong Ling brought Sangong Sixth Court to buy clothes and go to the dance?

Murong Ling smiled in a good-tempered manner: "Ah Yun, don't mess with him, even if his character gets messed up, he will soon mess it up, so maybe tidy it up so it doesn't become a mess."

Zhou Yun put away the bottle in his hand, and rolled his eyes at Jiang Fanyi: "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, so hurry up and get over here. If your husband and I are late, see if I don't tear you up! "

In the end, Zhou Yun took his assistant and drove away cursing. He said that he really couldn't see these rough, sandpaper-like old men around Murong Ling.

Qian Shucheng changed from the jerk he had been fighting with Jiang Fanyi before, and quietly followed into the car, and sat quietly on the seat.While Pan Shirong was driving, Jiang Fan in the co-pilot scratched his hair and pulled his clothes.

Pan Shirong had a suppressed smile on his face and looked very hard: "If you move your hair and clothes again, when you arrive at the venue in a while, Mr. Zhou will definitely drag you to the bathroom and clean you up."

Jiang Fan paused while pulling his hand on the collar, put down his dark face, and Murong Ling looked out the window with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, letting the two in front of him make noise.

Qian Shucheng sat on pins and needles, he was a little out of breath bound by the well-regulated suit, and his eyes always unconsciously glanced at the person next to him who was dressed in black as ink.Unconsciously, he remembered the blurred eyes, reddish cheeks, and sweaty hair beneath him.Qian Shucheng irritatedly forced himself to turn his attention to the window. The rapidly reversing street scene and the hurried pedestrians on the side of the road diverted his attention a little, but he refused to let him go if there was a vaguely familiar smell at the tip of his nose.

When the few people arrived at the meeting place, it was almost the opening time. Qian Shucheng kept his face calm, but he opened the car door with urgency in his heart, and hurried out.After submitting the invitation, Qian Shucheng saw Meng Junchen and his brother Meng Junze standing at the entrance of the banquet hall to welcome the guests.

Meng Junze: "Little uncle, you are finally here. If you don't come, I will be nagged to death by grandpa. His old man has sent people over several times to ask if he has seen anyone."

Murong Ling chuckled: "So many people are rushing to chat with the old man today, yet they still have time to think about me?"

Meng Junze: "Little uncle, be careful. Grandpa thinks you haven't visited him since you came back, and said he wants to settle accounts with you."

Murong Ling frowned deliberately: "Then what should I do, or I'd better avoid it first."

"Stinky boy, you still want to run." A mid-spirited voice came from the hall, "I got the news when you entered the hotel door and rushed to arrest you."

The corners of Murong Ling's mouth were slightly hooked, with a hint of a smile, his cold pool-like eyes were slightly bent, dispelling the coolness that naturally emanated from the eyes, showing a gentle and elegant temperament.

"Old man, why bother you to come and catch me yourself, even if you don't come, I won't dare to run away."

The head of the Meng family, Meng Tingye, Mr. Meng, is a person who stomps the entire country of Hua, and the medals he has won cannot fit on a piece of clothing.He had some friendship with Murong Ling's father, but Murong Ling lived abroad when he was very young and didn't have much contact with the Meng family, so they didn't recognize each other when they met Meng Yuzhao for the first time.Later, Murong Ling regained control and rebuilt the "tomb", and Meng Tingye also contributed.

Of course, Meng Tingye didn't come here by himself. Meng Fenzhao was also there, and there were a few people from the Meng family standing beside him who were like benchmarks.

Meng Youzhao laughed: "If you don't come here again, the old man will kill you at home."

Meng Tingye tapped his cane: "I've been back for a month and I don't know how to come and see the old man, what's the matter? I don't think I have a common language with you when I'm old?"

Murong Ling stepped forward, and said in a gentle voice slightly reassuring: "I just came back a while ago and had a lot of things, so I will come to the door some other day to apologize. Just don't beat me out."

Meng Tingye snorted: "Forget it, you just need to take good care of your body. Look at you, you are not as good as an old man like me."

Murong Ling smiled and said nothing.

Meng Youzhao: "Let's go inside first, the banquet will start right away."

Meng Tingye patted Murong Ling on the shoulder: "We'll talk later."