After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

"Aunt Wan." Jiang Jiao called out.

Minglian followed suit.

And Mrs. Wan standing at the gate seemed to be frozen by something, and she didn't come back to her senses until the two walked in.

"Xiaojiao is here, you seem to be stronger than before." After Madam Wan said something casually, she turned her gaze to Minglian, "This is Minglian, she looks really good, and looks good, Minglian Is Lian half-breed?"

Minglian's peach blossom eyes are darker than ordinary people. Since elementary school, many people have asked him if he is of mixed race.

To these inquiries, Minglian's answer is the same as now, "not of mixed race."

Wan Xionghao followed behind, he knew why his wife was so excited, but said, "Don't block the door, let's go in and talk."

"Yes, yes, let's talk when we come in." Madam Wan actually held Minglian's arm when she turned around.

Her movements were natural and familiar, and finally she took Ming Lian's elbow, leading people into the house like good sisters.

Jiang Jiao was stunned, his eyes almost glued to his head.

Is Aunt Wan so close to everyone she meets for the first time?A big question mark appeared in Jiang Jiao's head.

After entering the room, Mrs. Wan belatedly let go of Minglian, "You are very much like an old friend of mine, I feel kind when I see you."

Minglian smiled and said nothing.

The Wan family's house is not small, it has three floors, apart from Wan Xionghao, his wife and youngest son and daughter, there are two servants who live here.

But the youngest daughter and the youngest son are both in college, and they usually only come back on weekends.

As for the eldest son, he moved out of the Xihao mansion after he got married.

"You guys should live on the first floor. The room at the end of the first floor has good lighting and a lot of space." Mrs. Wan arranged.

It was even more busy after that.

Ming Lian called the production team, knowing that the machine would not be able to turn on for a short time, he simply asked for sick leave for himself.

After dinner, Wan Xionghao went over with a few sets of clothes, "These are my eldest son's clothes, they are all brand new, you can make do with them, and go out tomorrow to buy something suitable."

"Thank you Uncle Wan." Jiang Jiao thanked.

Wan Xionghao patted Jiang Jiao's shoulder, "What kind of friendship between our two families, this thank you is unnecessary."

After finishing speaking, he looked past Jiang Jiao, and looked at Ming Lian who was sitting at the computer desk in the room, "Xiao Jiao, come with me."

Jiang Jiao didn't know why, but he put down his clothes and went out with Wan Xionghao.

Not long after Jiang Jiao went out, Minglian's cell phone rang, and he picked up the charging cell phone to have a look.

an unfamiliar number.

Staff engaged in the film and television industry generally will not hang up all kinds of strange calls.

Because it is difficult for you to guarantee whether there are investors or noble people who can make you soar in these strange calls.

Although Minglian doesn't lack anything now, he still answers the phone.

"Minglian!!"

As soon as the call was made, before Minglian could speak, there came a roar like a desperate beast.

At first, Minglian didn't recognize who that person was.

"Ming Lian, what are you going to do to let my family go? Please, I beg you!!"

After hearing the voice behind, Minglian finally recognized the voice.

It is clear.

Minglian was amused by his ignorant words, but this laughter seemed to add fuel to the fire, making Mingming over there very angry.

"What you said is really ridiculous. It's none of my business. It's the law that doesn't let you go." Minglian said without a pause, "Did I hold her head and let her fuck her?"

There was no way to refute, only heavy panting, like a dying beast.

"If you have the time to look for my number everywhere, you might as well think about how to live by yourself in the future. After all, you will probably be homeless in the future." Ming Lian leaned back and said gloatingly.

Why should he sympathize with those who treat him badly?

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

The fire at the city gate brought disaster to the fish in the pond, and Nie Xun is definitely in a situation where God hates ghosts and ghosts in Nie's house.

If there is no sex from her many years ago, where is the evidence now.If it weren't for her secret entanglement with that child of the Li family, Ming Lang wouldn't be swept out by Ming Yanghui.

It stands to reason that this matter is not surprising.

But people have feelings, that's why the term "love house and black people" came into being. Similarly, hatred is contagious.

How much Minglang was favored in the Nie family before, how much others hate him now. After all, how can a nephew compare with a lifetime of good life.

Minglian didn't want to talk to him, so he easily pressed the call button, and pulled this strange number into the blacklist by the way.

He looked out of the window in the dark night, even though there were no stars or bright moon today, and he even heard two muffled thunder occasionally, it didn't stop Minglian from sighing that the night was good tonight.

the other side.

Jiang Jiao, who followed Wan Xionghao to the small hall, was completely absent-minded.

What is Minglian doing now?Is there an obediently posted antipyretic sticker?Is there enough hot water in the cup?

Not long ago, he "escaped from the dead", now Jiang Jiao can't wait to turn himself into a large dog skin plaster and stick it on Minglian's body.

It's best to tear it off.

"...Little Jiao." Wan Xionghao shouted for the third time.

Jiang Jiao came back to his senses suddenly, "Okay, Uncle Wan, I understand. Well, I won't disturb your rest, I'll go back now."

Wan Xionghao: "..." I haven't even started yet, what do you know.

After Jiang Jiao finished speaking, he wanted to leave.

Wan Xionghao quickly pulled him back.

Instead, he thought, he had only experienced a natural disaster, and the young couple had a warm relationship, so it was understandable to be anxious.

"Cough, I haven't finished talking yet, so don't worry." Wan Xionghao turned to the topic, "Xiao Jiao, have you seen the photo of Minglian's mother?"

Jiang Jiao's eyes darkened, and his tone dropped, "No."

He would have had a chance to see it.

But unfortunately, it was all done by him.

The death of Minglian's mother was like a thorn in Jiang Jiao's heart.

Even though the surrounding wounds healed, there was always a dull pain, and occasionally the epidermis cracked again, revealing the blood dripping inside.

Wan Xionghao did not expect this.

When the two got married, even if their mother passed away early, there would always be photos left behind, why...

Don't you like taking pictures?

This is a little trickier.

"Uncle Wan, can I go back now?" Jiang Jiao was thinking about Minglian, and he felt uncomfortable even if he missed a glance.

The corner of Wan Xionghao's mouth twitched, "All right."

Jiang Jiao didn't think about why Wan Xionghao asked that kind of question at all, and after seeing that the other party had nothing to do, he hurried back to the room.

The door opened.

Jiang Jiao was dumbfounded.

What about Minglian people?

Looking around, but still seeing no one, Jiang Jiao's heart suddenly tightened, and he suddenly had a weird idea——

In that landslide, Minglian was not rescued, and his beloved was buried under the cold soil.

Desperate and unable to wait for rescue, in the end they could only allow their bodies to slowly become cold.

And after his powerless digging, he can only get a lover who is no longer alive.

The time is quiet now, but it is just his illusion.

It was all because he couldn't lose Minglian that he deluded himself into thinking that Minglian was still alive.

Jiang Jiao's hand holding the doorknob tightened suddenly, and veins bulged up on the back of his hand. At this moment, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and he didn't even know where he was.

"Click." There was a soft sound from nowhere.

Then, there was the sound of pushing the door.

Ming Lian came in from the small balcony of the room, and as soon as he came in, he saw a tall figure galloping towards him.

The man was too fast and was wearing a black shirt, like a ferocious wolf in the night. Except for a pair of red eyes, everything else was unrecognizable.

Minglian was taken aback for a moment before being hugged.

"I'm scared to death, you, where did you go just now?" Jiang Jiao hugged him tightly, the corners of his eyes were red.

He forgot that he had already divorced Minglian, and that the pursuit was not like this, and at the moment he was only thinking about——

Minglian is still alive.

Those were just his fantasies, everything was fake! !

so far so good!

Minglian felt something hard and cold pressing against his back.

It hurt his bones.

"Let go, Jiang Jiao, let go first." Minglian struggled.

After Minglian spent a lot of effort in the back, he pushed the person away, looked down, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Shocked speechless.

He saw Jiang Jiao holding a doorknob in his hand.

do not know either......

Looking past the tall man in front of him who was still muttering something, Ming Lian looked at the door of the room.

Oh, now I know where the doorknob came from.

It was this guy who forcibly broke off the door of his room.

"Why are you breaking someone's doorknob? Are you sick?" Ming Lian looked at the nervous Jiang Jiao, and was laughed angrily by him.

Jiang Jiao was taken aback for a moment, at first he didn't understand what Minglian meant.

Feeling something in his hand, Jiang Jiao looked down.

Then he himself was dumbfounded.

"No, I, I don't know." Jiang Jiao turned around.

However, the door of the room not far away without a handle told him clearly that it was!

He just broke the doorknob.

Minglian didn't bother to look at him, took his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out of the shower, he saw Jiang Jiao pulling a stool and sitting by the door, trying to insert the handle back.

Probably because of aesthetics, the doorknob of Wan Xionghao’s house is not made of iron, but the main body is wood, and light-colored sequins are inlaid on both sides of the streamlined wood.

The place where Jiang Jiao broke it off was in the eye of the door, and at first glance it seemed that it could be put back together.

But Minglian knew it was hopeless.

Completely damaged.

"Go take a shower." Minglian couldn't hear him chattering and messing around, and was so noisy.

Jiang Jiao immediately put down the doorknob in his hand and rushed into the bathroom.

One second before going in, Minglian called people back, "Take your clothes."

"Oh oh oh." Jiang Jiao fell back, took his clothes and left.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Jiang Jiao, who was leaning behind the bathroom door, grinned.

Minglian reminded him to take his clothes, whether the distance between them has become smaller, even just a little bit.

Jiang Jiao, who was frightened, said that he had to eat candy to get better.

Well, although I found this candy by myself, I am satisfied after eating it.

Ming Lian was in the group of the Peeping Screen crew, including him, four of them were resting at the homestay at the foot of the mountain.

Now there are two employees who escaped from death and are still sick, and they want to quit the group.

Money is certainly fragrant, but it also has to be enjoyed by life!

In this case, it is impossible for Chang Yan not to approve, and he also gave enough compensation while releasing him.

Before the luggage and other items are ready, it is estimated that work will be suspended for a while.

Minglian touched his chin, feeling that this is a paid vacation.

"Crack." The bathroom door over there opened.

Jiang Jiao came out of it with strange steps.

He took two steps forward, stopped, stretched out his hand to pull his pants, and continued walking.

The devil's pace of the opponent caught Minglian's attention, and the moment Minglian looked over, Jiang Jiao's little Lei Da beeped.

He simply walked in front of Minglian, "This underwear is one size smaller."

Stretched.

Minglian's eyelids twitched.

Both of them wore bathrobes after taking a shower, the same white, but different models, Jiang Jiao's one was probably a plus size.

"I didn't expect Brother Wan to look about the same height as me, but actually smaller than me." After speaking, Jiang Jiao's originally aggrieved tone became proud.

Probably no man would not care about this.

When I was young, I compared who the farther I went to the toilet to urinate, and when I grew up, I directly compared the size.

However, the current Minglian has no interest in his size at all, and even wants to hit someone.

"Go aside." Minglian waved his hands, chasing people away like flies.

Jiang Jiao paused as he picked up his trousers, and slowly moved aside. After a while, Ming Lian, who was looking at his phone, heard a rustling sound.

Two seconds later, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of black boxers on the ground.

It was uncomfortable to wear, so Jiang Jiao simply took off his pants.

Minglian's forehead tensed with blue veins.

At this moment, he once again felt that Jiang Jiao was not only scumbag, but also extremely stupid!

Ming even thought about it again, thanks to Jiang Jiao being a colleague, otherwise most of the children in the future... would also be mentally retarded.