Xiao Lang Jing

As a result, they fell asleep again on the day they returned to No. [-] Middle School, and Zhao Meng felt that he was a scumbag.Although Song Qiran's eyes were blurred and thoughtful when he said that he wanted to "unbutton his uniform with his mouth one by one in the hotel room", his face was so seductive that he fouled, which made Zhao Mengqing's lower body tighten during the day, but that also It's not the reason why he really lured people to the small hotel and did everything.

Zhao Meng didn't know it before, but he knows it now, Song Qiran's situation is special, he doesn't know what is love and what is desire, he is not sensible, he doesn't know when to control the propriety, and he is pretending to be deaf and dumb , taking advantage of others' danger, relying on Song Qiran's fondness for clinging to him, asking him over and over again.Sitting in the duty room, Zhao Meng felt guilty, wishing to feel that Wei Xiaolong, who was holding a gun, would suddenly appear in the next second, grabbing the window of the police station and rushing in to kill him.

He was solemnly entrusted with his precious nephew and important friend, but what the hell was he doing?

Only the one who was eaten up by him still looked like a normal person.After the end of the weekend, as I said before, I was busy day and night.

Song Qiran and Zhao Meng mentioned before that the new project is the launch event of new energy vehicles, but Zhao Meng didn't know that the design studio had prepared for half a year to bid for this project, and it was the multinational brand Leeds who entered the country. The first new energy vehicle.Song Qiran made an accounting plan based on the extreme cost out of the consideration of opening up the studio's popularity. Therefore, after winning the right to undertake, everything from suppliers to material selection, from the temporary employment of third-party personnel to the rental of venues, and even the foreign language used for the dinner on the day of the press conference All these matters of the stewing team require him to personally check them out.He is the project director. He has to control the progress of the overall situation and reduce costs carefully. He also has to review the proposals submitted by Zhang Dachun's designer team. One person is as busy as three, and the atmosphere in the office is like a crematorium all day long.And he himself was so busy that he didn't even touch the ground, and he didn't come home to sleep for two consecutive days.

Song Qiran had to take medicine when he couldn't see Zhao Meng.Although it may be a good thing for him to be able to concentrate on his work without desire or desire at this time, Zhao Meng has always worried that Wei Xiaolong has pushed himself too hard since he heard Wei Xiaolong give him a detailed science education about Song Qiran's situation.When he is free, he checked the Internet, and it seems that there are many sayings that once a person is in a mental state where he cannot feel desire for too long, the risk of depression will be greatly increased, and the greatest manifestation of severe depression is It's just that I can't get motivated to do anything, and finally it turns into a loss of desire to continue living and suicidal tendencies.Zhao Meng watched more than a dozen cases in a row on the popular science website, and he was terrified when he saw it. Then he ran to the small supermarket next to the police station to buy two glass-sealed lunch boxes, and started rushing to the office building of Song Qiran's studio during off-duty hours. Next, I will deliver food to him, and by the way, evaluate his mental state face to face.

His old mother's behavior has undoubtedly been mercilessly complained by bystanders.

"Wake up, come every day, it's not the same, how about raising your son?" Zhang Dachun went into the pantry to get some coffee, Song Qiran ignored him after eating, but Zhao Meng suddenly remembered the sentence Song Qiran said to him before: " Daddy fucked me", she felt ashamed for a while, and her neck was still red.

It's all a man's little expression. After all, Zhang Dachun looked at Zhao Meng like a pervert, and he was embarrassed there for a while. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak a word, so he pointed at Song Qiran and Zhao Meng with trembling fingers. , "You two are so fucking good for each other."

Not only him, even Zhao Meng himself felt that his mentality when facing Song Qiran these days was really not enough for the core values ​​of socialism.As a people's policeman, he should restrain himself somewhat.

Zhao Meng coughed dryly, and in order to divert his attention, he randomly picked up a piece of paper promotional material on the bar in the tea room and began to read it. There was a photo on the first page of the brochure, with a person printed on it, which was pretty good. Still a big star.

"Yin Han?" Zhao Meng blurted out the name of the popular male artist. Song Qiran, who was eating with his head down, froze and frowned, looking at him with some vigilance.

"You like it?" he asked.

Of course Zhao Meng shook his head and denied it.

"My sister likes it!"

How old is he this year, how could he chase the urban youth idol drama in which the domineering president falls in love with me? Even if he likes men, he wouldn't set himself up with the kind of person that billions of girls would fall in love with whenever they saw him. To like some arsonist in the entertainment industry.But his younger sister who is studying in college is a true fan of this girl. She always signs in on Weibo, asks for a lottery, asks to bring friends, and always uses Zhao Meng's account to top up the number. Zhao Meng hears Yin Han's name all the time. grow cocoons.

Just two days ago, when Song Qiran was working overtime at the company and didn't go home to sleep, his sister even called him, yelling and begging Zhao Meng to help him get some Yin Han star Reuters.Zhao Mengyun was in a fog, and after listening to babble for 5 minutes, he realized that this Yin Han will have a trip to the provincial capital to stand for the brand in the near future. Zhao Meng's younger sister is studying in a university in another province, but his elder brother is in the provincial capital. A person who has established a firm foothold with a serious and well-established business plan will get the moon first, so she must help her get some first-hand information about the big stars.It took Zhao Meng a long time to realize that the so-called "Reuters" meant going to the event site to secretly take photos of celebrities.

"Ancestor, please let me go. No matter what activities they come to do, I don't have a ticket, and I don't understand the rules of your star chasing, how can I help you take pictures."

"Brother, are you stupid! What are you doing! Once the ID is issued, there are still venues that you can't get in!"

"It's dangerous for me to rely on your thinking... Don't let your brother get kicked out of the formation."

"Really, really, brother, please, I beg you once I grow up! I really want to see a picture of our family's life!"

"Fuck you, have you begged me so little since you were a child?"

Zhao Meng really felt that the star's haunting presence was everywhere, so he held up a brochure and told Song Qiran all about his nymphomaniac who had a headache for his sister.

"Give her what she can, and return it to Reuters. It's so strange for me to be surrounded by little girls. Besides, she's not afraid that my broken phone doesn't have enough pixels to make her look ugly."

Song Qiran heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's not difficult," he said after putting down the lunch box, "If she really likes it, I'll get you an invitation letter, and you can go straight to the venue. It's a bit difficult to sit at the next table, but it's okay to sit at the next table. It’s within five meters, and there’s no crowd, so I’ll ask Dachun to lend you another Canon 6D, a fool’s machine, so it’s easy to use.”

Zhao Meng was dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about?"

"The event he came to the platform in the provincial capital was the press conference of Lisaides' new car. He is the spokesperson." Song Qiran replied, "I will organize the whole meeting. You can take any photos of your sister if you want."

"No..." Zhao Meng pursed his lips.Song Qiran's kindness came too suddenly, he instinctively wanted to reject it.

"Don't refuse." Song Qiran interrupted him first, "You have helped me so much, I just want to do something for you, it's just an invitation letter, it's not difficult for me, it's also Can't you?"

Zhao Meng originally wanted to say, but I didn't help you, but when he looked up and saw Song Qiran looking at him with a soft pleading expression, he closed his mouth again.Why did it look like Song Qiran was begging him... He took advantage of others openly and secretly, and he had to beg him to agree to accept some benefits. Why did he feel that he was going to become more and more scumbags? development on the road...

The new car launch event was held at the New Youth Art Center in the center of the provincial city. It lasted from 30:[-] pm on Friday until the evening, except for the release of exhibits and the appearance of spokespersons, there was also a dinner and a firework show.About half an hour before the opening, Zhao Meng was standing on the edge of the venue in a daze, wearing a suit specially made by Song Qiran according to his size, looking at the tuner who was the last to check the radio equipment on the stage. .[-] times lamented how Song Qiran supported such a complicated event by himself.

The press conference started with a super-large screen projection.A new energy vehicle drove out of the factory after dismantling and reassembling the interior, and crossed the extremely low and cold ice sheets and wild deserts. After demonstrating its excellent mobility and battery life, it finally passed a Washed by the heavy rain, the car drove into the metropolis with high-rise buildings cleanly and beautifully. After a commercial film showing the values ​​of the traditional auto industry, the car stopped in the center of the big screen.With a click, the car door opened. To the surprise of all the guests, the display screen that was thought to be a whole piece was also separated from the middle with that sound. Behind the separated screen was a car of the same model with the same color and model as the screen. In the car, the driver drove the car forward slowly, and slowly drove out of the range of the screen. At the same time, the door of the car was opened synchronously with the advertisement on the screen. Yin Han, the spokesperson in the advertisement, got out of the car. Yin Han himself also slowly came to the center of the stage.

The combination of virtuality and reality, sound, light and music are all perfectly coordinated. With the sudden appearance of the celebrity spokesperson, the atmosphere of the venue reached a climax in an instant. Yin Han himself on the stage waved to the enthusiastic audience with a perfect smile , he is indeed good-looking, and he seems to be able to shine when he moves his hands and feet. Zhao Meng even forgot to hold the camera.

Even a layman like him, who can't make a difference, felt that the opening of this press conference was too shocking.In Zhao Meng's original impression, Song Qiran was just busy, and he seldom mentioned his specific work content. It seemed that he spent much more time losing his temper than showing his work results. But after experiencing Zhao Meng personally, he knew that Song Qiran's Terrifying planning, collaboration, control and execution capabilities.How old is he?Not yet 28 years old!When Zhao Meng himself was 28 years old, he was still struggling to pass the exam for a small police officer!He didn't have a real feeling before, but now he clearly realizes how good Song Qiran is who sticks to him.

Between him and Song Qiran, there is not only the gap in family and education.If Song Qiran didn't have the bad thing about getting a headache without taking medicine, people like Zhao Meng and Song Qiran would never have had any interaction in their lifetime.

The launch event was a huge success.Zhao Meng met the star he wanted to meet and took the photo he wanted to take, but he felt unstoppable bitterness in his heart.

When the press conference was coming to an end, he finally saw Song Qiran himself up close.

Song Qiran walked out quickly from the backstage wearing a wine red velvet evening dress. He wore a parted hairstyle, his brows and eyes were indifferent, and he had a natural nobleness. When passing through the crowd, he looked like a star-studded little Prince.Then when he saw Zhao Meng, his cold brows and eyes immediately curved up, his eyes seemed to be full of broken stars, and even his slender arms spread out excitedly in the air, heading straight towards Zhao Meng.

Song Qiran threw himself on Zhao Meng vigorously and gave him an excited hug.

"I did it! Lisaides promised to sign the whole season's cooperation to the agency!"

His ending voice was full of uncontrollable excitement, and the excitement was all aimed at Zhao Meng. The one who calmly acted as the host to interview Yin Han on the stage just now seemed to be someone else.Zhao Meng opened his arms to catch him and hugged him tightly, and the way he stared at his face was full of warmth.

"You look good in a suit." Song Qiran was overjoyed, and said to Zhao Meng, lying on his body.

"Come on, I've never worn such expensive clothes in my life. People are sitting there watching the performance and applauding. When I move a little, my hands and feet don't look like my own."

Song Qiran smiled.

"How did the photo shoot go?"

He took Zhao Meng's Canon camera on the table and checked the last few photos.

"I just shoot casually. Anyway, he is a star, so I can shoot whatever I want."

"No matter how you take it, it looks good." Song Qiran looked at the photo and said, "You can ask your sister for credit."

Zhao Meng didn't know what to think, lowered his head, put his mouth close to the man's earlobe, and whispered:

"You're good-looking too. You're no worse than a star."

Hearing this, the smile on Song Qiran's lips became more tender and tender, he raised his head, and his pair of beautiful almond eyes curved into the shape of crescent moon again.

"Really? Don't embarrass you?"

"Don't be ashamed, it's so pretty."

Zhao Meng looked into Song Qiran's eyes, as if he couldn't feel himself.In the huge venue, there was still the noisy background sound of the crowd, but Zhao Meng supported Song Qiran by his sides and pulled him up slightly, bringing him close to his forehead, so close that he could only feel his breathing that was heating up.Song Qiran was drowning in that embrace, the eyes that looked at him reflected a strange light, which seemed to be deep and bright at the same time.

"Brother Meng," he opened his mouth, his low voice wrapped in a faint breath, and hit Zhao Meng's lips, "you can stay with me, you think I'm good, so you can stay with me for the rest of your life?"

"I'll be with you forever."

Zhao Meng agreed.Song Qiran was so beautiful tonight, he greedily felt the man's flexible and fitting body, and thought to himself, but you will always be cured.What is waiting for you is a truly free life. At that time, you will no longer need me.

The screen of the phone in the pocket of the suit lights up, and a new Weibo message appears in the notification bar.

"Mr. Zhao, when are you free? I'm in the provincial capital. I can meet with you and talk about the rehabilitation center you asked me last time."

The author has something to say

Both Xiao Song and Lao Meng feel that they are scumbags, but scumbags also want to stay with each other, which is very contradictory. It seems that they are not scumbags at all, right?