Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng yawned and woke up from the bed.After reacting for a while, I realized that I was not at his and Song Qiran's home in the provincial capital, but in a hotel.

He took Song Qiran away from Qinghe immediately after the class action lawsuit was concluded. Such a large-scale public lawsuit may take half a year to a year before the verdict comes out. Yue Lan told them early in the morning that people and things in the past should be Taking the date of leaving the court as the boundary point, there is no need to go back too much. They are still friends in the future, but they have already settled the liquidation, and no one should think that there are still debts that have not been paid.

Zhao Meng did the math, he hadn't heard from Yue Lan for almost four months.The last update of Looking for Plan's Weibo was on New Year's Eve. Yue Lan posted a photo of fireworks under the starry sky, telling everyone who cared about her that everything was fine.

Seeing that the end of the year was getting closer, Zhao Meng called his family members more and more frequently. Both he and his parents tacitly did not mention Song Qiran, but just asked each other about their current situation and cared about their health.

Zhao Dong approached him several times, saying that Zhao Lin had been working hard as a parent after graduating first.Zhao's mother is a soft-hearted woman, but it's not completely unreasonable.Father Zhao has a stubborn personality, but he has read many reporters' reports on the case in Qinghe City, including some in-depth interviews with patients who were forcibly admitted back then. The experience of being sent to the hospital forcibly, the dejected demeanor and the content of crying blood still shook the silent and stubborn old man.Zhao Dong said that he could see that although his father was still unwilling to let go, he didn't raise any objections when he redecorated the house and installed an electric water heater. In the chicken coop, all the free-range chickens that were originally free-range were raised in enclosures.After the winter, the weather was very cold. Suddenly, one day I didn’t pay attention, the whole family saw him there alone, put on the woolen sweater, used the shoulder and neck massager, and wore reading glasses to study the health pot there. The explanation said that after a long time of fiddling, there was no trick.

"Brother, Daddy even used the things Brother Song sent, so don't worry. They will definitely let you go home for the Spring Festival this year, and my second sister and I will speak if our parents don't speak up. Brother Song’s room has been tidied up, Dad remodeled the utility room for me, I directly used your old quilt, and Mom went directly to the cotton collected from the second factory in the county, and made a new one for you, It's hand-embroidered, my second sister and I both watched it, it's made by two people!"

That message from Zhao Dong was sent a few days ago.But Zhao Meng has watched it countless times over and over again and is reluctant to let it go.Whenever he has something upset or feels uncertain about the future, he will find out the news from his younger brother and read it slowly, and his mood will always gradually calm down.

Zhao Meng doesn't have many worries recently, just one thing.

Song Qiran's office has received a new business order, but the location is not in the provincial capital, but in Beijing.Song Qiran was in a hurry for this business trip, and even Zhao Meng was not mentally prepared.Ask him what the case is, what its nature is, whether it is too intense, whether it is difficult to do, how many days he will go, and when he will come back.Zhao Meng could only send Song Qiran on the high-speed train bound for the capital full of depression.

In fact, Beijing is not far from their provincial capital.The high-speed rail is only a two-hour drive, and Song Qiran's hotel is very close to Beijing South Railway Station, which can be reached directly by subway, which is really not a huge distance.But who would have thought that Zhao Meng could easily catch his superiors and approve the vacation, thinking that he could give him a surprise, he got on the train overnight, went to the front desk of the hotel to check the rooms, and Song Qiran was not there.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Qiran was a big living person, not staying in the hotel, floating somewhere in the big city of Beijing, making Zhao Meng's little heart beating wildly.

In the end, he could only expose his whereabouts and give Song Qiran a call. The news he got was that unfortunately, he set up the venue overnight and had to supervise the work all night. He asked him where he was, or the third child. Sorry, There is a confidentiality agreement, so I can't tell you.

Song Qiran made several calls to the front desk and asked the guest room staff to take Zhao Meng back to his room to deal with it all night after providing documents and registration information. It was snowing in Beijing that night, and Zhao Meng was stupidly facing the floor-to-ceiling windows Looking at the empty sky outside, my heart is also empty.

You have come, and you can't come in vain.Early the next morning, Zhao Meng bought a bus card and took a donkey meat fire to go shopping in Beijing.He went to the Forbidden City, then went to ***, walked around the Tongzi River under the wall, and walked to Xidan on foot to buy a lot of various specialties for colleagues and family members in the institute, and finally Cai was idly planning to find a car and drive back to the hotel with all his bags and bags.

It was there that Zhao Meng's phone rang anxiously.

As soon as he picked it up, Song Qiran's excited voice came over.It turned out that the employer who entrusted Song Qiran to do the event planning case had just completed the acceptance inspection. This time they were very efficient and closed the case ahead of schedule. Song Qiran could leave the venue one day earlier and come to find Zhao Meng. Song Qiran's family also came to Beijing and wanted to leave in a hurry, so he told him without a word that he must bring the family with him, and today he was the host, entertaining them to eat the most authentic Peking duck in Da Dong's private room.

Zhao Meng took Dianping on his mobile phone. The restaurant Song Qiran provided the address was not cheap per capita, but it was not a place like the State Guest House that only received politicians. He couldn't figure out why Song Qiran repeatedly told him on the phone several times. You should keep a low profile when you go to the private room, just report the number of the private room and ask the waiter to lead you in, so as not to attract too much attention.

It's like exchanging information with underground party joints.

Zhao Meng was also puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it and took a taxi with a bunch of things in his hand. After all, nothing else was important, and the most important thing was to find his wife.

In the morning when the wind was blowing at the door of the ticket office, Zhao Meng bought a small hat with ear protectors on the street stall. Before entering the door, he turned it out and put it on. After finding the room number sent by Song Qiran, he went directly to the bag on the second floor. In the room, I found the door, and before I knocked on it, I heard the familiar voice of my little guy through the door. Zhao Meng was overjoyed, and found that there was an extremely impatient and trembling male voice behind him. He yelled in a rough voice, "Try to say it again!"

Zhao Meng raised his eyebrows, and pushed the door open with a slap. It was okay if he didn't look at it, but when he saw it, an evil fire rushed up in his heart.

Where did the unknown psychopath dare to yell at his wife with beard and eyes, even though there seemed to be a peacemaker between the two of them who was trying to persuade him, Zhao Mengye still couldn't stand up all at once. Throwing the things in the bag to the ground, he took off his jacket and squeezed into the middle of the psychopath and Song Qiran, pushing him a few steps away.

The man was not prepared for this, and was hit dizzily by Zhao Mengyi's abductee. He said "fucking shit" before he fixed his eyes on the stranger wearing an ugly hat who suddenly barged in.

"Which company do you belong to? Let me warn you, my studio has service agreements with Xingquan and Yingke. If you move again, I will call the police and hire a lawyer!"

Zhao Meng felt that he had really encountered a psychopath, he raised his eyebrows, and took out his police badge from his inner pocket.

The two people standing opposite were stunned.

It was the good-looking one who was the first to react. He let go of the hand that was still holding on to the man's sleeve and gave Zhao Meng a warm smile.

"Officer Zhao? You must be Officer Zhao. I've heard Qiran mention you all the time, and I also heard that your sister is my little fan?"

Zhao Meng's eyelids twitched, and he looked intently at the speaker, only then did he realize, yes, he has seen this person before, and he knows him.

"Hey, aren't you the one—!"

Isn't it the big star that Linlin likes?

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, Song Qiran grabbed his mouth and covered his mouth.

"Don't yell, don't talk, or you'll recruit all the reporters!" Song Qiran lowered his voice and hurriedly explained to him, "I have a confidentiality agreement, if the paparazzi secretly filmed my class for a week, it will be nothing. Already!"

Yin Han was also winking, taking advantage of Song Qiran holding Zhao Meng, he also pulled the cursing man back out, and maybe opened another box temporarily.

Zhao Meng saw that Song Qiran looked at the direction the man left with disgust, and finally walked to the door by himself as if he was puzzled, and slammed the door behind him.

"Damn it." He cursed at the doorknob.

Zhao Meng walked over, wanting to ask him what happened, when he lowered his head, he saw Song Qiran suddenly realized, and then gradually transitioned from suddenly enlightened to frowning with distressed expression, staring at his hand.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Meng took off his hat and stroked Song Qiran's hair, "Who was that crazy just now? He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

Song Qiran shook his head.

"I'm too lazy to get acquainted with him."

Still, he sighed.

"It's just that I didn't think about what I said just now. I said something to lie to him, and he found out." He smiled wryly, removed his hand from the doorknob, shook Zhao Meng, turned around and walked back to sit at the table Down.

"I just told him that I was married, but he kept staring at my hand, and it was only then that I realized that he must have noticed that I didn't wear a ring."

Song Qiran pressed his temples, leaned back in the chair in disbelief and muttered,

"It's too narrow-minded..."

Zhao Meng stood there and blinked.His eyes followed Song Qiran's and fell on the man's white, tender, slender and slender hands.

Zhao Meng swallowed, and looked around.The environment of the private room is very good, high-grade, with flowers on the window sill, and open red wine on the table, the food and wine are all resplendent, although none of them were ordered by him, but...

He estimated the timing, and finally defeated the indecisive and hesitant little man in his heart. He bravely walked to the side of the frowning and unhappy Song Qiran, and flicked in his trouser pocket as if by magic. The wide platinum ring landed on the finger that Song Qiran held up.

Song Qiran was at a loss, as if he was stupid.

It took several seconds for him to turn around, with a complex expression on his face that cannot be described in words.

Zhao Menghong had an old face and picked his ears.He coughed.

"Actually...you didn't mean to lie to him. I went to Beijing by myself today, thinking that I would come here anyway, and my colleague said that there is a department store here where the price of gold is not expensive, so I stopped by on the way after buying special products , went to Caishikou..."

As he was talking, he conjured up another circle and put it on by himself. When he was done, he held Song Qiran's hands together and looked at the picture. Well, it's not bad, it's simple and elegant, and the size is just right. .

When Zhao Meng put down Song Qiran's hand, he heard Song Qiran's suppressed laughter.Today's Song Qiran is also Song Qiran at work. His hair is neatly combed, and his suit and leather shoes are sharp-edged. But he lowered his head, shook his shoulders with a smile, and punched Zhao Meng's chest.

"I must have owed you in my previous life, really."

This time it's game over again.Originally, he had made up his mind to use all his expertise and resources to seriously plan the plan, and none of the imaginary candlelight dinners, starlight coasts, and musical roses were involved, so he was killed in this roast duck hotel. Putting on the ring in a daze.He felt that maybe he should really lose his temper seriously, but facing Zhao Meng's silly and extremely serious face, he couldn't express the anger in his heart at all, which was most frustrating.

Song Qiran felt that he probably committed this person by fate.After he finished laughing, he wiped his tearful eyes, lowered his head and kissed lightly on the finger with the ring.

"Okay," he said, poking Zhao Meng's waist, "I promise you."

-THAN-

The author has something to say

From my own point of view, this story is actually very incomplete and...immature, and I can't stand it anymore after writing it.But after all, this is the first original novel I wrote (I didn’t dare to mention this before because I was afraid that no one would read my story if I said this kind of death notice X^X)

I am learning how to write it while writing it. Although I am stumbling, I have practiced many different aspects because of one story, and I am more aware of the direction of my next creation. When planning the outline of the next book, the whole idea is smooth A lot, and a lot of maturity.The next one should be much more stable.

Next, I will concentrate on writing the story of Hanhan and Brother Hao. If you want to read the light and sweet stories of couples in the entertainment industry who first get married and then love each other, you can find another article in my column.