The two directors who always fight each other are married

After hearing Meng Cheng's words, Jian Shi'an looked at him with great interest: "What do you like most?"

In Jian Shi'an's opinion, as long as it's sweet, Meng Cheng won't dislike it too much.

Of course, that kind of low-quality saccharin-blended stuff doesn't count, after all, Meng Cheng, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, doesn't have much chance to touch those things.

Meng Cheng met Jian Shi'an's eyes and smiled: "I really want to know?"

Jian Shi'an was curious: "Is there still something you can't tell me?"

Meng Cheng: "I can tell you."

Jian Shi'an asked: "What is it?"

Meng Cheng looked away, deliberately showing off: "I won't tell you."

Jian Shi'an glanced at him, absolutely bored.

Jian Shi'an walked forward and said:

"I don't need to tell you, I know that a heavy sugar patient like you must like sweet and greasy things."

Meng Cheng stared at the small half of the back of his white neck that was exposed, and smiled:

"You're really right, he's really sweet."

One lick can make the sweetness from the mouth to the sweetness in the heart.

After hearing this, Jian Shi'an had an expression of 'I knew it': "You don't mind cavities if it's so sweet."

Meng Cheng hummed: "I'm happy even if I have tooth decay."

He said so, Jian Shi'an naturally had nothing to say, just said:

"Don't hum in front of me if you have a toothache in the future."

Meng Cheng raised his chin: "I want to."

"Not only do I want to hum in front of you." Meng Cheng suddenly approached Jian Shi'an as he spoke, and touched his shoulder directly, saying:

"I still want to be so close to you and hum in your ear."

Jian Shi'an pushed him: "It's so close, you don't feel too hot."

Two 27-year-olds, like two kindergarten children in a snack street in a strange city, one kept hiding while the other wanted to approach.

It can be said to be very naive.

After a while, Meng Cheng suddenly said softly:

"I will tell you later."

Jian Shi'an was dazzled by the delicious food all over the street, so he didn't turn his head back after hearing his words: "Tell me what?"

Meng Cheng: "Tell you my favorite."

Jian Shi'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Dare you tell me that I still need a sense of ritual?"

Isn't it your favorite food?Could it be that he still needs to choose an auspicious day?

So is he a little sorry for his favorite ribs?

Meng Cheng smiled but did not answer: "You will find out later."

About my favorite thing about you, you will find out later.

There are many kinds of food sold in the snack street that smell delicious, but Meng Cheng didn't let Jian Shi'an buy any of them.

Because the hygienic quality of the things sold on this street is worrying.

Basically, each store is only a few square meters, and the food processing and cleaning belts are all made inside. Meng Cheng doesn't believe that these things are very clean and hygienic.

He was called out by Meng Cheng early in the morning, but he walked through a food street without eating anything. Jian Shi'an: "..."

But Meng Cheng still had a conscience, so he walked for a few more minutes and took him to a morning tea shop.

While waiting for the meal, Jian Shian looked at Meng Cheng expressionlessly:

"So what was the purpose of our walk from that street just now?"

Meng Cheng replied solemnly: "Whet up your appetite, so that you can eat more later."

Jian Shi'an: "..."

Meng Cheng looked at his protruding collarbone, and said, "You really need to eat more, you're too thin."

There is no meat on the waist.

There is a little more meat on the buttocks all over the body.

Don't ask how Meng Cheng knew it, it's because Jian Shi'an 'accidentally' saw it when he was drunk and helped him change his clothes.

After the breakfast they ordered was served, Jian Shi'an fell silent while looking at the table full of porridge, soup-filled steamed buns, and soy milk after smelling the aroma of fried food.

Seeing his unhappy face, Meng Cheng suppressed a smile:

"If you really feel unbalanced, here, there are cotton candy sellers outside, let me buy you a bunch?"

Jian Shi'an turned his head and saw that there was really someone pushing a cart out early in the morning to sell marshmallows, and there were a few flowers of various marshmallows stuck in the cart.

Looking back, Jian Shi'an was a little speechless: "Are you coaxing the child?"

Meng Cheng put a soup dumpling in his bowl, and smiled: "Yes, yes, children eat marshmallows, but you are an older child, eat steamed buns."

After finishing speaking, Meng Cheng still didn't forget to remind: "The soup inside is very hot, so be careful not to burn it when you eat it."

After listening to Meng Cheng's words, Jian Shi'an looked at the crystal clear soup dumpling in his bowl, which looked very appetizing, with a complicated expression——

Didn't Meng Cheng really think of himself as a child?

Anyway, today was fine, so the two of them ate breakfast at a leisurely pace, and Meng Cheng's cell phone rang before the meal was finished.

Meng Cheng took out his mobile phone and was stunned when he saw the caller ID.

Jian Shi'an took a sip of soy milk and asked, "Who is it?"

Meng Cheng glanced at him: "Friend, the one who lent my car."

After finishing speaking, Meng Cheng connected the phone, but before he could speak, he heard his friend asking loudly:

"Brother Meng, where are you now? What's the situation with my car?"

"Huh?" Meng Cheng was a little puzzled: "I'm eating, what's wrong with your car?"

"I still want to ask you. The vehicle management office called me just now and said that my car was smashed and asked me to go there. Brother, what are you doing?"

After hearing this, Meng Cheng sat up straight and frowned: "Did you get smashed?"

"Yeah, where are you eating now?"

…………

When Jian Shi'an and Meng Cheng arrived at the place where they parked just now, they found that many people were already surrounded there.

The two looked at each other and walked over.

There are also two policemen in the crowd, one is on the phone, and the other is recording something with a notebook.

After getting closer, Jian Shi'an realized that the car that was intact when they left just now was in a bad condition.

One side of the window glass has cracks like spider webs, but the quality is good and it is not broken, and there are several large and small dents on the roof of the car, and several pieces of paint have fallen off...

The car is parked in the parking space well, this look is man-made.

Frowning, Meng Cheng stepped forward, stood still in front of one of the policemen, and then said:

"Excuse me, may I ask what happened?"

Hearing Meng Cheng's voice, he stopped the pen in his hand, the policeman glanced at Meng Cheng, pointed to the car next to him, and asked:

"This is your car?"

Meng Cheng shook his head: "My friend lent me."

Policeman: "That means you parked this car here, take out your driver's license and ID card to have a look."

After carefully looking at Meng Cheng's driver's license and ID card to confirm that there was no problem, the police returned the ID to him, and said:

"It's like this, we received a call from the masses..."

It turned out that half an hour ago, someone saw a motorcycle suddenly parked on the side of the road, and then two men with hats and masks and steel pipes got off. After they got off the car, they rushed straight to Meng Cheng's car, and then they didn't say anything. He swung the steel pipe and threw it at the car.

The window glass can only be smashed but not smashed, so they smashed the car cover again...

People passing by were frightened by their formation, they stopped after smashing a dozen times, and then rode away on their bikes.

The two moved quickly. From getting out of the car and smashing the car to leaving, the whole process may not exceed 2 minutes. It was only after they left that passers-by belatedly called the police.

After hearing the police explain the reason, Jian Shi'an frowned—was the person who smashed the car aimed at them or at Meng Cheng's friends?

The police also looked at Meng Cheng and asked, "Have you or your friend offended anyone recently?"

Looking at the cracks on the car window, Meng Cheng frowned: "No."

They just arrived in Xinbai City for a few days, who did they offend?They're just here on business—

Meng Cheng's thoughts suddenly stopped, and he suddenly remembered the abnormally neat slit on Jian Shi'an's shirt.

Seeing Meng Cheng's face suddenly changed, Jian Shi'an was a little worried, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Glancing at him with his lips pursed, Meng Cheng shook his head sullenly: "It's okay."

They had only been in Xinbai City for a few days, first they scratched and then smashed the car, Meng Cheng didn't believe such a coincidence.

Perhaps the one before the entrance of the hotel was the warning someone gave them...

Thinking about the purpose of their business trip this time, it is self-evident who is doing these things.

When Meng Cheng and Jian Shi'an went back with the police to complete the transcripts, the owner of Meng Cheng's friend's car just arrived, and when he saw Meng Cheng, he called:

"Brother Meng, you have to give me an explanation. I bought this car for less than a month—"

Meng Cheng, who was preoccupied from the very beginning, interrupted him: "I'll pay you for a new one when I go back."

The name of the visitor was Qin Shuyi, and he was obviously taken aback after hearing Meng Cheng's words, he did not expect him to be so generous.

After all, he also heard what happened when he came here. The car was still under warranty when he just bought it, so it wasn't Meng Cheng's problem. He was just joking with Meng Cheng.

Looking at Meng Cheng's face, Qin Shuyi approached Jian Shi'an familiarly, and asked him cautiously:

"Brother, what's wrong with me, Brother Meng? Are you in a bad mood?"

After hearing Qin Shuyi's words, Jian Shi'an was pulled by Meng Cheng before he could answer.

Pulling people away from Qin Shuyi, Meng Cheng frowned and looked at his friend:

"Just talk when you talk, what are you doing so close?"

Qin Shuyi looked at Meng Cheng, opened his mouth and said nothing.

Meng Cheng: "Also, don't mess around with the relationship, who is your brother?"

Qin Shuyi blinked, then looked at Jian Shi'an again, and confirmed that he was just a handsome man rather than a delicate beauty.

Was it his illusion just now?How did he feel a strong possessive desire from Meng Cheng? ?

And Jian Shi'an raised his hand and patted Meng Cheng's hand on his left shoulder, and replied with his words:

"Just talk, what are you doing so close to me?"

This person has become more and more fond of hands and feet recently, don't you have ADHD?

The author has something to say: Qin Shuyi: What's the matter with this overwhelming possessiveness?

Meng Cheng: You call me brother, sister-in-law!

Thanks to the two little angels Krystal and Lengshen Erbao for the mines and the little angel Karroy for the 5 bottles of nutrient solution, each with an oversized meme.

Thank you, little angels, for your support. I have read all the comments, but I have been busy practicing recently, so I have no time to reply. Sorry~

Finally, I would like to recommend the finished cookies in my column to all the little angels, which are guaranteed to be as sweet as this article!Not sweet you hit me! [Anyway, you can’t really hit me along the network cable hahahaha]

Here is the copywriting of one of them - "Did Lin Shen lose his horse today" is finished and edible~

Copywriting: Lin Ling is the most attention-grabbing violinist in China in the past ten years, and is known as the "god born for the violin". However, this 20-year-old god suddenly announced that he would give up the violin when his future was bright. shock.In the next few years, Lin Ling really had no news and disappeared from the audience's sight.

Until one day, a netizen posted a video on the Internet with the text: Friends... Come and see, is this person who plays the violin in the underground passage my God Lin? !

At this time, Lin Ling looked at Shang Jin eagerly: "I also play the violin, can I fall in love with you now?"

Shang Jin handed the violin to Lin Ling with a serious expression: "It's agreed, let's talk about the piano first and then the relationship."

Lin Ling: Wronged, I don't want to talk about the piano, I just want to talk about love.

Singer Gong who loves Shou (the sound of the piano) crazily×Shou who used to be a genius violinist but now only wants to talk about love