The vengeful tyrant always spoils me [entertainment circle]

After the trip to Paris, it was just catching up with the lunar year in China. Although a new schedule was set, it would not start until the Lantern Festival.

I don't know if she was tired during the time in Paris. After Meng Jingyan returned to China, it seemed that she couldn't adjust to the jet lag. She couldn't wake up all day long, and she wished she could stay in bed 24 hours a day.

Nie Huanlin's work is actually more at the end of the year, and he is often busy until midnight, so he doesn't notice that Meng Jingyan can sleep so well.

When it was thirty, the work in his hand was over, and he was free to take care of Meng Jingyan.

"Brother, what time is it? Go to bed after lunch and sleep until dinner." Nie Huanlin sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Meng Jingyan's back and called him to get up.

Meng Jingyan didn't even move her eyelids, and hummed twice.

Nie Huanlin was a little worried: "Honey, what's wrong with you or what's going on? Why are you always sleepy?"

Meng Jingyan was annoyed that he was disturbing her sleep, turned over and covered her ears with a pillow: "Aren't you going to work? Are you done with your work?"

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, Nie Huanlin breathed a sigh of relief, but still fished him out of the pillow pile: "You hate me so much?"

Meng Jingyan wriggled out of his arms: "I'm so sleepy, let's sleep for a while, 10 minutes..."

Nie Huanlin didn't say anything, he really got up and went out.

On the contrary, Meng Jingyan felt a little uneasy. After all, since they met, the two of them have been closest to "get together less and leave more" in the recent period, and she is more or less neglected by Nie Huanlin.

But he was really sleepy, thinking about it, his consciousness gradually drifted away again.

Just when he was about to fall asleep again, his face suddenly became hot, which was just the right amount of warmth, slightly moist in the softness.

Meng Jingyan opened his eyes a little, and found that Nie Huanlin was wiping his face with a wet towel.

He was very comfortable being wiped with a towel, but he gradually regained his energy. He was moved and wanted to laugh: "You are really persevering."

Nie Huanlin slowly rubbed down along his cheeks, and finally supported his chin, looking worried: "Brother, there are no vegetables at home, why don't you go out with me to buy some?"

Meng Jingyan didn't believe him at all: "Yesterday you asked Secretary Liang to send so many fruits and vegetables over, and how could there be room in the freezer for the pile of chicken, duck and fish that you brought back by air? ah?"

Nie Huanlin really looked up at the roof, and then looked at Meng Jingyan eagerly: "Brother, get up and talk to me."

Although Meng Jingyan was a hundred times unhappy, she still slowly got up from the bed.

Nie Huanlin wrapped his arms around his waist, watched him wash up, and asked him excitedly, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat tonight?"

Meng Jingyan didn't have much appetite at first, but just now when he heard Nie Huanlin say the word "hungry", he felt a heart-pounding emptiness in his stomach, and answered him solemnly: "I'm hungry."

Nie Huanlin rubbed his hair with a smile: "Can I eat dumplings?"

Of course Meng Jingyan can do it, he likes to eat dumplings the most.

It's just that Meng Jingyan only knows how to eat, but doesn't know how to wrap. In the kitchen, she just makes trouble for Nie Huanlin.

Nie Huanlin kneaded his face and asked him, "Where did you eat dumplings when I was away? Did the cook make them for you?"

Meng Jingyan was holding the small dough that Nie Huanlin gave him, and kneaded it into a triangle for a while, and a cube for a while, and said with lowered eyes: "At that time, I was not big at home, and I needed to eat dumplings." I usually don't show up on those occasions."

Nie Huanlin didn't let him avoid these questions as usual, and continued to ask in depth: "Aren't you the eldest son of the Meng family? Don't you go home during the holidays?"

Meng Jingyan just didn't like to take the initiative to bring up these things, but when Nie Huanlin asked him, he didn't have to hide it from him.

He rounded the dough and then flattened it: "Although Meng Yukun has filled Song Yulan's head with ecstasy soup, he is not a judge, so he still has some consideration for me in his heart."

Nie Huanlin seemed incomprehensible: "Isn't it a good thing that he takes care of you?"

"He cares about me, but he can't really stand on my side. He just sees and sees between me and Song Yulan's mother and son. I would rather he stand with them and fight me openly than him. Always look like 'I'm all for the good of this family'." Meng Jingyan knew that Meng Yukun didn't have feelings for her, but she just didn't want to accept it.

Nie Huanlin kneaded the dough into long strips and then cut it into small pieces: "Then you... don't you have any affection for that family?"

Meng Jingyan didn't want to say any more, and pinched the little dough in her heart into small balls one by one: "It's Chinese New Year, why do you ask me these things?"

Nie Huanlin couldn't help telling the truth: "I want to know what you went through during the time without me."

The light in the kitchen was warm yellow, Meng Jingyan looked at the light gray checkered apron around Nie Huanlin's waist, and sighed softly: "Actually, I thought about it a long time ago, if one day I have I got my own Alpha, we didn’t know each other and didn’t understand each other, and he would always ask my family about the past. But once Meng Yukun’s accident happened, my family was posted on the headlines of the newspaper from inside to outside, and I had nothing to talk to others about. That's it. And before I met you, I really felt that no one would ever be willing to be with me in the future."

Nie Huanlin was still wrapping dumplings for him, but his mouth suddenly became wicked: "So what? Did anyone chase you afterward?"

Meng Jingyan couldn't bear the weight anymore when he asked him this question, she glared at him and said, "Your brain circuit is really strange, we are talking about such a sad topic, why did you come here again? "

Nie Huanlin curled his lips: "Sure enough, I don't think I'm my first love."

Meng Jingyan was so angry with his honey logic that he had a headache, thinking that there is indeed a generation gap, and such a serious conversation cannot escape the fate of making vinegar, so he couldn't help but said angrily: "You still talk about me, don't I? Is it Mr. Nie’s first love? Are you a first-class alpha president, did you only fall in love after [-] years?”

Nie Huanlin would not easily let him turn the trap on himself, and pounded the dumpling in his heart on the chopping board: "Am I your first love?"

Meng Jingyan couldn't do anything with him, so he supported his forehead and said, "It's about right."

Nie Huanlin quit immediately: "What do you mean, more or less?"

Meng Jingyan smiled: "I think I should tell you, I promised to marry someone else when I was young."

Nie Huanlin was stunned, and repeated in a murmur: "...to marry?"

Meng Jingyan nodded: "I was really young at that time, but the other party was even younger. He drank orange juice with me and said he would marry me, and I agreed."

Nie Huanlin stood in place as if petrified, and asked with some difficulty: "Then you like him?"

Meng Jingyan smiled with her head down, and shook her head: "It's so small, there's nothing I like or dislike. And I think if he is alive, he must hate me very much."

Nie Huanlin put down the things in his hands and asked him very carefully, "Why?"

Meng Jingyan pursed her lips, he really didn't want to recall those things.But he felt that he should tell Nie Huanlin these things, because they were married, and Nie Huanlin was qualified to know about his past.

"Because I gave up fighting for him when I should have protected him, and chose to escape after knowing that he had passed away." These words have been held back in Meng Jingyan's heart for so many years, and when he said them suddenly, he felt unexpectedly relaxed .

"Dead?" Nie Huanlin was surprised and puzzled.

"He was originally adopted by my mother. After my mother passed away, he was kicked out of the Meng family. I heard the news of his death later." Meng Jingyan said calmly, but her hands felt cold.

"Then I almost forgot all about him." Meng Jingyan thought that he would be very sad when he said these things, but now he only has a feeling of desolation in his heart.As if wanting to prove something, he raised his head and asked Nie Huanlin: "If you were him, would you hate me?"

Nie Huanlin looked at Meng Jingyan's calm gaze, and for a moment he really felt that he had been seen through. He didn't care about the flour in his hands, and he hugged Meng Jingyan almost helplessly: "Brother, I Don't hate you, I will never hate you."

Meng Jingyan let out a long sigh of relief, as if Nie Huanlin could really forgive Xiaoying instead.

"Hey, you see that you insist on asking me such nonsense." Meng Jingyan wanted to push him up from the body: "Why don't you talk about you, it's more fun than my past."

In fact, he doesn't think that Nie Huanlin's life is really easier than his own. Even if he is a first-class man, the calmness he usually shows outside cannot be tempered by a peaceful life.

However, Nie Huanlin seemed to seldom bring up his own affairs. Meng Jingyan talked a lot about the past today, and wanted to know more about Nie Huanlin.

Nie Huanlin seemed to have not recovered from what Meng Jingyan said just now, and still hugged him tightly: "What if you know that I am different from what you imagined? What if you find that my past is ugly? "

Meng Jingyan didn't know why he was so nervous all of a sudden, so he didn't push him away, and put his hand on his back lightly: "Of course it's impossible for a person to completely coincide with other people's imagination, what I value is only you."

Hearing Meng Jingyan talk about those memories related to him, and now saying such things to him again, Nie Huanlin has never been so flustered like this night in his life.

He tried his best to cover up like an insecure child, and put a kiss on the back of Meng Jingyan's neck: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Meng Jingyan asked with some doubts: "What's wrong?"

For a moment, Nie Huanlin really wanted to tell him that he was the one who would marry him with orange juice, that he was not dead, and that he never thought of hating him.

But he still didn't dare, he was afraid that what Meng Jingyan said was not the trust in the unknown after all, and he was also afraid that Meng Jingyan would not forgive him for concealing it for so long.

He still didn't tell the truth: "...I made you covered in flour."

The author has something to say: Sorry for the lateness, it’s too stuck and I’m guilty orz

感谢在2019-11-1220：04：49～2019-11-1320：24：20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles in boxes;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!