Mr. Wang and Mr. Meng together

Fives,

Little poor Mr. Wang cried all the way, but stopped when he reached the gate of the community.

When you get to the door, remember to take out your phone and turn on the selfie camera, and then take out a tissue to wipe off your tears and nose.

Don't let Mr. Meng think he is a softie.

When he opened the door, Mr. Meng was sitting in the living room watching TV. Mr. Wang took a look and found that it was an advertisement for breast enhancement.

His heart was half cold.

"You're back, have you had dinner yet?"

Mr. Wang nodded in a dazed way, hung up his umbrella, took off his rain-stained coat, touched the small card in his pocket, and suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

He forgot to bring up the flowers!

Not only that, but because he was going to meet Qian Yinyin, he delayed buying a ring for Mr. Meng.

Mr. Wang felt guilty and frustrated, and coupled with what Qian Yinyin said, the impulse and courage he had when he went out earlier had been exhausted.

"I...I ate, outside, with a friend."

Mr. Meng picked up the remote control and turned off the noisy TV, watching Mr. Wang quietly.

"Is that so? What friend? Colleague?"

Mr. Wang shook off his clothes, not noticing Mr. Meng's strangeness, and forced a smile at him.

"That's right, colleague. It just so happens that today is a holiday, so I stopped by to have a meal. Have you eaten, Mr. Meng?"

It's not appropriate to say it out loud, Qian Yinyin will definitely tell Mr. Meng when she comes back, how embarrassing it is when she is lying now, when she is exposed.

He hurriedly wanted to change his words, but Mr. Meng had already got up and went back to the bedroom, leaving him with a back view.

Mr. Wang thumped in his heart, thinking: It's over, has Qian Yinyin told Mr. Meng that Mr. Meng has found out that he is lying?

This is indeed the case.

After Qian Yinyin and Mr. Wang met, with the idea that even if they couldn't be broken up, Wang Anxu, a stinky idiot, would not be able to benefit from it. She thought that maybe she could break them up, and then she took advantage of the opportunity to be with Brother Meng. So I called Mr. Meng again, and said sweetly on the phone: Brother Meng, I’m Yin Yin, I had dinner with An Xu today, I didn’t expect him to have changed at all, and he was still with you. Tall and handsome as before.

Mr. Wang was restless all night. After taking a shower, he went to bed. Mr. Meng slept in the innermost part of the bed with his back turned to him. He didn't know if he was asleep or not.

Mr. Wang stared at the ceiling all night, his eyes became sour, and he wanted to cry again.

On a lonely night, the sulking Mr. Meng did not sleep in the arms of the lonely Mr. Wang.

six,

There is something wrong with Mr. Meng these days.

Leaving early and returning late, his attitude is a bit cold, and he doesn't often talk to Mr. Wang, and he is always far away from him when he sleeps at night.Not to mention crooked again, she buried her head in her arms and fell asleep.

Mr. Wang suspects that Mr. Meng is going out these few days to see Qian Yinyin and to rekindle his old relationship with Qian Yinyin.

The evidence is that Mr. Meng left his mobile phone on the dining table once, and when he came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, the mobile phone rang.

Apart from Qian Yinyin, Mr. Wang really couldn't think of another Yinyin.

In the days that followed, he began to dig out the changes in Mr. Meng from the details. The more he paid attention, the more panicked he became. He has been restless these days and can't even eat.

But Mr. Meng didn't come to ask him why he couldn't eat!

He wasn't like this before!

Anxiety and panic were restless, filling his heart.

Mr. Wang sat at the computer desk, scratching his hair impatiently.

How to do?What should he do?

He seemed completely inseparable from Mr. Meng.

Thinking of Mr. Meng's request to be separated from him one day, and even his tone of voice was always polite and alienated to outsiders, he was so sad that he was about to suffocate, as if his heart and lungs were tightly clutched and pulled, and he would not let go even to the death. .

When the department manager came to inspect, he saw Mr. Wang holding his head in his hands with a painful expression on his face.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?"

The manager knocked on his table with the back of his hand, and Mr. Wang came back to his senses suddenly, and saw the bright and beautiful ring on her middle finger at a glance.

Their manager, 32 years old, is a strict, meticulous, and usually unassuming strong woman.

Almost everyone, including the manager himself, thought that she would never get married in her lifetime. Who would have thought that after the Spring Festival last year, Bingshan Manager Zhao was completely different. What is controversial is that the manager has put on a ring!

She is married.

It was rumored that the man who married her had pursued Manager Zhao for two full years, and he was very enthusiastic and proactive.

Mr. Wang thought to himself that he should do something quickly instead of being cowardly and useless like he is now, who doesn't even have the courage to bring Mr. Meng back.

He stood up, gritted his teeth and frowned, pretending to be in real pain.

"Yes, manager, I'm not feeling well, can I ask for half a day off?"

It has been raining for several days in a row, and the humidity in City A has been very heavy these days.

Walking on the road, the ground is still wet and the air is humid, and the glass display windows that should have revealed a dazzling array of goods are covered with a white layer of moisture.

Mr. Wang was walking on the road, step by step anxiously and hastily, as if if he didn't walk quickly, something important would disappear soon.

Mr. Meng is at home.

Bending over to pack her things, she became surprised when she saw Mr. Wang open the door and come in.

"Get off work so early today?"

Mr. Wang glanced at the neatly folded clothes on the bed, his eyelids twitched.

"Where are you going?"

Mr. Meng opened his mouth and did not speak. Mr. Wang sensitively caught the fleeting hesitation in his eyes, his eyelids twitched more violently, and even his heart was beating. The blood supply was about to be insufficient, and he passed out immediately.

He was really afraid that Mr. Meng would say in the next second, 'I still don't think we are suitable, let's break up, the house is left for you to think about, I'm going to move out. '

The more Mr. Wang thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was too possible.

Mr. Meng is such a person, even if he breaks up, he is gentle and polite.

Mr. Wang felt his hands were trembling. He tried to stay calm and looked at Mr. Meng.

"To find Qian Yinyin?"

Mr. Meng didn't nod, but he didn't shake his head either. He just rubbed his temples wearily and sighed.

"There are some private matters to deal with, so don't ask."

Don't let him ask?

Mr. Wang gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists.

"Bring so many things? Will it take a long time to deal with?"

"Maybe, I'm going home for a while."

Qian Yinyin and Mr. Meng are neighbors.

The slightly cool metal in the jacket pocket was heated by the palm of his hand, as if he was as anxious as his master.

Mr. Wang felt that he was going crazy. He restrained the emotion of wanting to get angry and yell at Mr. Meng, and spit out the words through his teeth.

"Are you going to find Qian Yinyin?"

Still silent.

A seed with a hard shell quickly struggled out from the bottom of my heart and grew vigorously into a flame tree. Mr. Wang felt dizzy, and he actually started yelling at Mr. Meng.

"Don't go to her, she is not good at all, she is not a good woman."

Mr. Meng was also a little surprised. After being dazed, he frowned slightly.

"Don't say that about her, she's not bad."

"She's just not good! After abandoning you and marrying someone else, she came back to look for you. You obviously... You're already with me. It was you who said you wanted to be with me." When speaking, Mr. Wang twitched his nose. Sour, almost cried out.

Mr. Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he stopped packing his things and looked at Mr. Wang.

"You... have you misunderstood something?"

When Mr. Wang heard this, he was even more alarmed. He thought Mr. Meng was talking about the latter sentence, so he immediately insisted.

"I didn't misunderstand! You just said you want to be with me!"

Mr. Meng smiled.

"Then you know what I mean?"

Mr. Wang didn't speak.

Mr. Meng watched and waited quietly. As time passed, Mr. Wang still didn't say a word.

A sigh fell and hit Mr. Wang in the heart.

"That's it, you think about it first, and then tell me after you think about it." He zipped the bag and walked out of the bedroom door.

Mr. Wang was still holding tightly to the hard metal that was scorching hot.

"Take good care of yourself."

With a bang, the door closed.

The cold loneliness and pain, like being cut off by a door, all poured into his body.

He lowered his head and took out the metal in his pocket.

A beautiful ring, silver and white, with a small, light blue diamond in the middle.

He felt that Mr. Meng was just like this diamond, a gentle and tolerant light blue.

What about yourself?

Wimpy, cowardly, timid and courageous, unable to keep the person he likes, probably only a dark gray, which is the same color as the wall gray.

He hated himself for being cowardly.

The vibration of the mobile phone interrupted Mr. Wang's endless fall.

A text message from Mr. Meng.

——I left my keys on the coffee table, can you bring them here for me?I'm at the door of the flower shop downstairs.

Mr. Meng did not wait long.

He turned around when he heard the hurried footsteps behind him, and he saw Mr. Wang running over in a hurry.

Like some kind of gentle and harmless large dog, his eyes lit up after seeing him, and then dimmed quickly, and he could see the grievance and loss in his eyes.

Mr. Meng's heart softened. Seeing him getting closer and closer, he couldn't help opening his arms, and then he was hugged.

Mr. Wang jumped up and hugged him tightly, and buried his head on Mr. Meng's shoulder.

He was too tall and a bit heavy, Mr. Meng pushed him, trying to get him to move away, but he hugged him even tighter, with one arm around Mr. Meng's waist and the other on Mr. Meng's back. The hot liquid landed on Mr. Meng's shoulders, and Mr. Meng was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard his strange voice.

Muffled, with a nasal sound, obviously crying.

"Don't go, okay?"

"You know what I mean?"

"Mr. Meng, I like you."

"You know what I mean?"

"Mr. Meng, I like you."

Mr. Meng felt helpless at his shameless behavior. He gently pushed him away, took out a pack of tissue paper from his pocket, stood on tiptoe to help him wipe away his embarrassing tears, and then gently tapped Mr. Wang with his index finger. head, and sighed helplessly.

"Little reader (note) I know."

Note: Read head, idiot, fool.

The author has something to say: By the way, Mr. Wang is a gong, and this article is a silly, sweet gong x gentle and mature subject.