Mr. Wang and Mr. Meng together

three,

Mr. Wang slapped himself in the face.

The weather on the second day was not particularly good, and the quilt could not be dried at all.

Mr. Meng also noticed it when he went out to work. He told Mr. Wang to remember to bring an umbrella when he went out. If he didn’t go out, remember to have a meal. There are tender chicken pieces in the refrigerator, and it will be very fragrant when fried with green peppers. eat.

Mr. Wang nodded while eating breakfast, and after swallowing a mouthful of porridge, he gave a muffled reply to show that he heard.

Mr. Meng didn't say anything more. He put on his long coat, took a long-handled umbrella on the shelf, and went out to work. He didn't notice that Mr. Wang, who was eating breakfast slowly, had a strange expression on his face. So pretty.

He is indeed unhappy.

Mr. Meng was very nice to him, very nice, great.

But it seems that he always treats him as a child, the kind of child who needs care and concern all the time.

Although he is younger than Mr. Meng, he is already a grown man, with a height of 1.8 meters [-], and he has been working for three years.

After thinking wildly for a long time, he finally ate half a bowl of porridge. Mr. Wang glanced at the empty bowl and suddenly became more motivated to go forward with what he had to do today.

Hurry up and confess your love to Mr. Meng! ! !

Mr. Wang also went out, with his chest up and his head up, very imposing.Bring an umbrella, cash and drugs.

First, I went to the flower shop downstairs and ordered 99 roses.

The boss in the flower shop talked a lot of nonsense, and asked him mysteriously who it was for and whether it was for Mr. Meng.

Of course it is!

When I left the flower shop, the gloomy sky couldn't hold on, thunder rumbled, and then it rained.

The owner of the florist called him to stop, smiled very awkwardly, and asked him if he had an umbrella and if he wanted to give him a hand.

Mr. Wang took out the umbrella as if showing off, and shook it in front of the florist.

"Thank you, but no need, my baby, Mr. Meng, reminded me to bring an umbrella."

The flower shop owner immediately showed an expression like eating shit.

If he was not in a hurry, Mr. Wang would definitely laugh for an hour in front of the flower shop owner.

Quiet!

That time when Mr. Meng and he went to the flower shop to buy succulents, the owner of the flower shop with an unscrupulous face kept staring at Mr. Meng, and he was always courteous. Mr. Wang used his tall body to block between the two of them, with a dark face. Even staring at him failed to stop the florist from showing disgusting Bala's covetous face.

After returning home, Mr. Meng hesitated and asked him if he was angry, why he was angry, and why he was so unfriendly to the kind flower shop owner, and he became even angrier.

Mr. Meng is really rough sometimes. The boss obviously has an impure purpose, and he has a crush on Mr. Meng, but he can't see it? (What qualifications do you have to say about others???)

Really relieved this time.

Mr. Wang hummed a song full of love, and reached out to hail a taxi.

The downpour could not affect his good mood. Mr. Wang told the driver the address, plugged in the earphones, listened to the music and watched the overwhelming rain outside the window.

Mr. Meng brought an umbrella, so he won't get wet when he comes back. I have to send him a text message to remind him to be safe.

The second he took out the phone, the phone turned on, and the screen showed an incoming call from an unfamiliar number, and the lingering and sweet love song in the earphones also turned into a rush ringtone.

"Hello, is that Wang Anxu?"

"Yes, who are you?"

The female voice on the other end of the phone laughed crisply and sweetly, making Mr. Wang a little dazed.

"Can't you hear me? I'm Qian Yinyin. I'm in the same class as you at the university. An Xu, are you free now? Let's meet. I have something to say to you."

four,

Who is Qian Yinyin?

Now let Mr. Wang give a general idea, his first reaction is probably: she is the girl Mr. Meng once liked.

Mr. Wang's reflex arc is a bit long, and he will remember that Qian Yinyin is also the girl he had a crush on before but failed to confess.

Fortunately, this girl married someone else in the end. Mr. Meng was probably too disheartened at the time to make the extreme decision to be with his rival in love.

Mr. Wang really felt that he had picked up a big deal, and every time he thought about it in his dream, he would laugh out loud.

However, now Qian Yinyin came back and told him that she had already divorced that man.

Nightmare, what a nightmare!Did she come back to rekindle her old relationship with Mr. Meng?Looking for him to get himself away from Mr. Meng?

A strong crisis spread from the bottom of his heart, and Mr. Wang glanced at the woman sitting across from him with complicated emotions, wishing he could call a car and take her back to her ex-husband to remarry.

"I divorced that man, and after two years of marriage, I realized that that's not the life I wanted. So what if I have money? I don't have love."

Ms. Qian with delicate makeup swirled the eye-catching red wine in the goblet, but her eyes did not fall into the glass, but on her newly-made nails.

The crimson color made her fingers look slender, and her skin was as white as snow.

"After the divorce, I always think about the past."

Mr. Wang roared in his heart: Don't recall, my sister!Those are the past tense, I beg you to pursue a new and bright life, isn’t it good for girls to go shopping, watch movies and buy clothes every day?

The orange-yellow, somewhat ambiguous lights in the restaurant projected onto her cheeks through the goblet, reflecting Ms. Qian's melancholy and glamorous face.

"I will think of you and the days when we were in college. Those happiness and satisfactions seem to be still yesterday, and they seem to be just an illusory and beautiful dream."

Mr. Wang was stunned, and Ms. Qian glanced at his expression, thinking there was some drama, she hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and smiled hypocritically with her red lips curled up.

"I've heard that you and Brother Meng are together a long time ago. I haven't had time to bless you. I really didn't expect it. How are you doing? Two men live together, no matter how harmonious they are, there will be some friction, right?"

Mr. Wang quickly shook his head.

"No, we have a good life, and Mr. Meng is also very good. I like him very much."

Ms. Qian was like swallowing sour grapes in one gulp, choking on her throat, neither spitting nor swallowing.

She didn't expect that she would make a mistake, and the shock and disbelief in her heart almost showed on her face at this moment. After realizing that she had lost her composure, she quickly restrained herself and squeezed out a 'sincere' smile.

"Is that so? That's good, but I remember that you are straight, you...you used to..." Qian Yinyin lowered her head, two blushes appeared on her beautiful cheeks.

Mr. Wang is very smart at the moment, he knows what Qian Yinyin is going to say, and he helps her finish the sentence thoughtfully: "Yes, I liked you before, but now, I'm sorry...It's been too long, I don't feel it anymore, Or maybe it was because I didn't like you that much at the time, I liked Mr. Meng." At the end, secretly looking at Qian Yinyin's gradually cracking face, he added: "The kind of liking I like very much."

What I didn't have the courage to say to Mr. Meng face to face, but I said it very smoothly in front of outsiders.

Mr. Wang didn't know whether he had the courage or not.

Qian Yinyin is well-bred, her complexion has recovered after being patched, and she can still ask with a smile: "Congratulations, so you are now in love with each other?"

Love each other.

Qian Yinyin chewed and swallowed these four words. Jealousy and anger roiled in her heart. Her fingers tightly grasped the fabric of the sofa chair, almost scratching her newly made nails.

Mr. Wang didn't notice this, and shook his head, solemnly.

"Although Mr. Meng liked you before, but as time goes by, he will like me in the future."

Qian Yinyin's complexion suddenly became complicated, and her fingers loosened from the seat.

"He? Ever liked me? Did he tell you?"

Seeing Mr. Wang's bewildered face, Qian Yinyin immediately realized that this idiot Wang Anxu must have misunderstood something.

If it wasn't for the sake of image, Ms. Qian would have laughed off the makeup on her face.

It's so funny, Brother Meng likes her?If this is true, then it wasn't that old and disgusting nouveau riche who married her back then!

But did he give himself a chance?I lowered my identity and approached him, but I always got a refusal answer.

How did she expect that Brother Meng actually likes men, and he also suffers from eye problems, and likes such a big, stupid guy with an empty face in front of him.

The more Qian Yinyin looked at Mr. Wang's face, the more ironic she felt, but when she thought that this idiot in front of her probably didn't know that Mr. Meng liked him long ago, she felt extremely relieved, and she didn't care about her image. Thinking of repaying his life, he folded his arms and rolled his eyes, and said to him eccentrically: "Who do you think you are? Are you still in love with each other for a long time? Brother Meng and I have been childhood sweethearts since we were young, and we have been neighbors with his parents for more than ten years. , do you think you can compare to me? You are stupid and stupid (note), who would like you."

Mr. Wang was stupefied by Qian Yinyin's scolding. Qian Yinyin became more and more relieved when she looked at it. She stood up and picked up the small satchel, stepped on the small high heels, and threw Mr. Wang a noble and glamorous back.

Mr. Wang sat for a while, and finally remembered that it was getting late, and Mr. Meng probably got home from get off work early.

He stood up like a ghost and wanted to float outside, then remembered that he had to pay the bill, hurriedly went to pay, went out and saw that it was still raining, his umbrella was still in the restaurant, and he turned back to get the umbrella.

After a lot of tossing, when I got into the taxi, the street lights were turned on, and the rain was pouring down, turning into one sad little spot after another.

Mr. Wang, who is 1.8 meters seven, thought about the words Qian Yinyin scolded him, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged. With his handsome face pressed against the cold car glass, he cried out spinelessly.

Note: Stupid (four sounds for gang and one sound for idiot, meaning fool)