The two directors who always fight each other are married

Meng Cheng wanted to throw the pot of tooth decay to Jian Shi'an, but Jian Shi'an refused to take it, Meng Cheng sighed when he saw this:

"Mr. Jian, you really don't understand style."

After hearing Meng Cheng's accusation, Mr. Jian was as unmoved as a mountain, and drove calmly.

The teeth he had just filled were still a little unaccustomed, and Meng Cheng lamented that time is not forgiving all the way, and he will no longer be the person who can eat all kinds of sweets casually.

After finishing speaking, Meng Cheng glanced at Jian Shi'an, and reorganized his words:

"After filling my teeth, I will no longer be a person who can eat sweets other than Jian Shi'an casually."

After hearing Meng Cheng's words, Jian Shi'an couldn't laugh or cry, but he knew that Meng Cheng, the more you talked to him, the more excited he became, so he chose to keep silent.

Seeing that Jian Shi'an didn't answer, Meng Cheng's mouth curled slightly: "I have tooth decay, so you don't want to comfort me."

Jian Shi'an laughed: "Isn't it better now?"

Jian Shi'an: "And it's just tooth decay, it's not a big deal, are you a child?"

After hearing Jian Shi'an's words, Meng Cheng covered his cheeks and turned his face to look outside the car. The breath around him emitted two words——

awkward!

While waiting for the red light at the intersection, Jian Shi'an turned his head and glanced at Meng Cheng who deliberately turned his face away from him, and said with a smile:

"Okay, Mr. Meng, I didn't make your teeth decay."

Meng Cheng snorted coldly and didn't speak.

Jian Shi'an raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and asked, "It was fine in the hospital just now, why did you suddenly become awkward?"

Meng Cheng turned to look at him, his eyes were bright: "Because the more I think about it, the more angry I get!"

Jian Shi'an: "How to say?"

After asking, without waiting for Meng Cheng to answer, Jian Shi'an reached out and took his hand that had been covering his cheek:

"Take your hands off and talk."

Looking at Meng Cheng, who was holding his cheeks and looking like a resentful little wife, Jian Shi'an felt that it was too dramatic and wanted to laugh.

But he knew that if he really laughed now, Meng Cheng would definitely be even angrier.

Meng Cheng looked at him, and said solemnly: "I just want you to say a few nice and soft words to me? Is it so difficult?"

Jian Shi'an paused after hearing this, and asked, "What do you mean by being nice?"

Meng Cheng opened his mouth without hesitation and said: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't eat sweets often, you can kiss|kiss|hug casually from now on... something like that."

Jian Shi'an: "..."

Jian Shi'an turned her head calmly and said, "Then you should be angry, sir."

Meng Cheng was dissatisfied after hearing this: "Why are you like this?"

Jian Shi'an asked calmly, "So?"

Meng Cheng answered quickly: "He looks so handsome even if he is ruthless!"

The ruthless Mr. Jian couldn't help but turned his head and gave Meng Cheng a helpless look.

Jian Shi'an decided to change the subject: "The movie is over, we can't catch up, let's go to dinner."

Meng Cheng naturally raised his hands and feet in agreement: "What do you want to eat?"

Jian Shi'an: "You just got your teeth filled, you can't eat too hard things, how about eating soup pot?"

Meng Cheng: "...Okay."

Meng Cheng, who was depressed because of tooth decay, touched his face, and thought optimistically - okay, this is also the expression of his family Shi'an's concern for him.

During the meal, Jian Shi'an kept feeding Meng Cheng the soft and glutinous food in the pot, which made Meng Cheng feel that he had lost all his teeth instead of filling them.

But Jian Shi'an picked the vegetables himself, and this kind of treatment was not usually enjoyed, so Meng Cheng didn't point out that his hands were intact, and he didn't lose the basic function of eating and picking vegetables.

Also because of Jian Shi'an's meticulous care throughout the whole process, the restaurant staff looked at the two of them a little differently when checking out.

Meng Cheng felt that the way the cashier looked at him seemed to say that - so you are the one who wants Lao Gong to pick out food for you!

Meng Cheng stared at that complicated gaze: "..."

When going back after dinner, Jian Shi'an suddenly stepped on the brakes on the way, and got off the car without saying a word, leaving behind Meng Cheng, who was unknown to the co-pilot.

Not long after, Jian Shi'an came back with a box of ibuprofen in his hand.

After giving the medicine to Meng Cheng, Jian Shi'an said, "If you feel toothache later, just take one."

Meng Cheng didn't know what ibuprofen was for, but when he took a closer look, he saw the function and indications written on the medicine box: pain relief.

Then Jian Shi'an saw Meng Cheng frowned, and looked at himself with a smile: "I don't know how to say nice things, so you are an action guy."

Jian Shi'an shook her head solemnly: "No, I'm worried that when you go back, you will think of your tooth decay as soon as your tooth hurts, and then you will be autistic after thinking about it."

Meng Cheng: "...You put it that way, I think I'm going to be autistic now."

Jian Shi'an really didn't know that it was just a tooth decay. What the hell was Meng Cheng doing awkwardly? It couldn't really be because he thought tooth decay was a child's disease, right?

But looking at Meng Cheng's expression, Jian Shi'an felt that it was better not to ask this question now.

…………

Vacation time is always short, and Jian Shian's three-day vacation passed quickly, and there were only ten days left before the one-month period agreed between him and Meng Cheng.

The exact number of ten days was reminded by Meng Cheng, who had just snatched a fried heart-shaped egg from his bowl when he was speaking.

Regarding Meng Cheng's reminder, Jian Shi'an only had one thought in mind - so 20 days have passed so quickly?

Unlike the calm Jian Shi'an, after waiting for so many years, there are still ten days before Jian Shi'an's legitimate boyfriend. If Jian Shi'an didn't allow it, he even wanted to count down in the circle of friends.

Jian Shi'an looked at Meng Cheng, who was full of joy in his brows and eyes, and was infected by him with a smile on his face, and asked:

"Are you so happy?"

Jian Shi'an felt that the two of them were already seriously dating.

"Of course." Meng Cheng nodded to Jian Shi'an: "You don't even know, I—"

"Buzzing..."

Before Meng Cheng could finish his sentence, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly and interrupted his next words. When he lowered his eyes, he saw that it was his father, Meng Tianqing, who was calling.

While picking up the phone to connect, Meng Cheng gave Jian Shi'an a mouth shape - my dad.

Jian Shi'an nodded and signaled—you take it.

Jian Shi'an continued to eat with his head down, but within a few seconds he heard Meng Cheng's voice suddenly raised:

"What?! I'll be right over."

Jian Shi'an paused, and quickly raised his head to look at Meng Cheng, and saw that his face was heavy, he had already hung up the phone, put down his chopsticks, and was about to get up and leave.

Subconsciously following Meng Cheng to stand up, Jian Shian frowned and asked worriedly:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

After hearing Jian Shi'an's words, Meng Cheng glanced at him quickly, and said solemnly:

"Something happened, I have to go back quickly now, I'm sorry I won't accompany you to the company later."

Jian Shi'an quickly shook his head and looked at him: "What's the matter? Do you want my help?"

Meng Cheng shook his head: "Not for now."

After finishing speaking, Meng Cheng hurriedly left with his mobile phone, while Jian Shi'an stood still and watched his back disappear.

After Meng Cheng was completely out of sight, Jian Shi'an looked down at the lunch on the dining table, frowned, and was in no mood to continue eating.

After returning to the office from the restaurant alone, Jian Shi'an couldn't read all kinds of documents on the table.

The chairman called Meng Cheng, something must have happened.

After hesitating for a while, Jian Shi'an opened the management group, and saw that the group was calm, several directors were chatting, and the general manager did not release any new notices.

It's not about the company, it's about Meng Cheng's family...

Qu Qi came in several times in the afternoon to look for Jian Shi'an, and every time he saw his brows furrowed and his mind restless.

Some worried that Jian Shi'an was not feeling well, so Qu Qi brought him a cup of hot water when he came in again.

Seeing this, Jian Shi'an looked up at Qu Qi.

Meeting his gaze, Qu Qi asked with some concern: "Director, your complexion is not very good, do you want to take a rest?"

Jian Shi'an shook his head gently to Qu Qi: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

After hearing this, Qu Qi looked at him for a while, and finally said, "Call me if you have anything to do", and then left the office worried.

After Qu Qi left, Jian Shi'an glanced at his phone again, but Meng Cheng still didn't send any news.

Because of worry, Jian Shi'an later sent several messages to Meng Cheng, but a few hours passed, and now it was time to get off work, and the other party still did not reply.

This has never happened before.

In the past, even if he was in a meeting, Meng Cheng would take time to reply to Jian Shi'an's message.

This is the first time Jian Shi'an knows how difficult it is to wait for other people's news.

I don't know if Meng Cheng suffered like this when he was waiting for news from him.

As time went by, Jian Shi'an's feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, especially after knowing that Meng Cheng didn't come to the company in the afternoon, and his assistant Zhou Ling couldn't contact him.

Jian Shi'an called Meng Cheng, and the cold and emotionless female voice on the phone reminded him that Meng Cheng's phone had been turned off.

There was no movement in the group, and Zhou Ling couldn't get in touch with Meng Cheng, and in the end he only thought that he was absent from work on a whim or something was delayed.

No one in the whole company cared about Meng Cheng's silent work for a long time, except Jian Shi'an.

When it was time to get off work, Jian Shi'an carried her bag and walked out without even seeing Qu Qi greet him.

Jian Shi'an couldn't reach anyone on the phone, so Jian Shi'an drove directly to Huasheng Tianxia, ​​and found Meng Cheng's house based on his memory, but he rang the doorbell for a long time and no one answered.

Meng Cheng was not at home.

Frowning and leaving Huasheng Tianxia, ​​Jian Shi'an called Meng Cheng again, but the phone was still turned off.

Throwing the phone to the co-pilot, Jian Shi'an drove home, and decided that if he didn't see Meng Cheng at the company and couldn't get in touch tomorrow morning, he would go to his old house to ask.

However, before the next day, after ten o'clock in the evening, Meng Cheng, who had been out of contact for more than ten hours, took the initiative to contact Jian Shi'an to call him.

Jian Shi'an was taking a shower. In order not to miss Meng Cheng's news and calls, he took his mobile phone to the bathroom|room.

So when he heard the phone ringing, he immediately turned off the water, and then reached out to grab the phone without even bothering to wipe it off.

Seeing that the caller was 'Salt and Pepper Pork Ribs', Jian Shi'an was instantly relieved.

Flicking his finger across the screen to connect to the phone, before the person over there could speak, Jian Shi'an hastily said:

"Meng Cheng? Where are you now?"

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and then Meng Cheng's voice was slightly hoarse than usual: "Shi'an..."

Sensitively hearing something wrong in Meng Cheng's voice, Jian Shi'an couldn't help slowing down her breathing, and even her voice softened:

"Well, I'm here."

The author has something to say: I'm going to the copywriting parking lot soon!Mr. Meng is finally going to become a regular, applause! !Sprinkle flowers! !

Meng Cheng: I'm sad right now, and you're still applauding and throwing flowers?Is it too much?

Jian Shi'an: I also think it's too much.

Cuttlefish: I, a typewriter with no emotions.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

15 bottles of Yu Guang; 1 bottle of Yuanbao, Ya and Lian;

Give everyone a rotating and jumping refill~~