Chen Wang looked straight at her for a few seconds, leaned back and leaned into the sofa and began to smile.

Meng Yingning felt so angry that he was laughing at him, and he felt a little weak: "Why are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," Chen Wang raised his hand and pointed at Chen behind the partition inside, thinking, "Tony is quite busy now, are you waiting?"

Meng Yingning hesitated for a while and walked to the sofa to sit down.

She originally wanted to call Chen Wang directly, but she turned out the number and was about to dial, but she backed a little.

She felt that it was either a little roundabout or a little tactful.

I asked him directly and asked, "It's too purposeful and not suitable."

Or be more natural, it is better to use confusing words indirectly?

Meng Yingning changed his mind and called Lu Zhizhou first. When he found out that Chen Wang had come to such a place where he didn't know what to do, he immediately went out without saying a word.

The imperial capital has lived in for more than twenty years, but I have never been here a few times.

The art park, the entire park and the two or three nearby streets are mostly personal studios in this area. Meng Yingning came here a long time ago because of work. She was still internship at that time and came with her seniors in the magazine.

Meng Yingning didn't expect that Chen Wang, a native who could not even get along with art, would appear in such a place.

And as Lu Zhizhou dialect, this hair salon and Chen Wang seem to have a close relationship.

A person who doesn't even have WeChat.

What does art mean?

Meng Yingning sat on the single sofa with her elbow on the handrail of the sofa. She was stunned for a while, remembering her purpose.

She was a little nervous and quietly glanced at Chen Wang sitting next to her.

Chen Wang was lazy and leaning on the sofa, tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes, wondering if he was asleep.

Meng Yingning quickly looked away and glanced at the other end.

After a few minutes, the man remained motionless.

Is this really falling asleep?

Meng Yingning turned his head again, his body slanted slightly, leaned over a little, and took a little courage to look at him.

Chen Wang looked a little tired from sleeping. When he fell asleep, his lips were pursed into a straight line, slightly drooping, looking cold and unhappy.

When he was young, although he was not deliberately ostentatious, his anger and edges were very clear, and his aura was much stronger than his peers. He was eye-catching even if he stood there without saying anything.

Now, Meng Yingning doesn't know what to say.

Lin Jingnian said that she felt that Chen Wang had become nothing, but Meng Yingning felt that it was not, but she didn't know how to describe that feeling.

He just seems to be very tired.

Meng Yingning supported his chin and looked at him quietly and blatantly.

"What are you doing?" Chen Wang suddenly spoke.

Meng Yingning was startled and hurriedly turned his eyes away.

Chen Wang's eyes were still closed, and the person was still motionless, as if the person he was just talking was not him.

Meng Yingning: “…”

Your eyes are closed and you know that others are looking at you!

Meng Yingning pretended to be stupid: "Well? What did you say?"

Chen Wang didn't expose her and didn't say anything else.

Meng Yingning came with a mission today. Since he wasn't sleeping, she had to start working.

She didn't really want to mention the drunkenness last night, because it would inevitably remind people of her series of feats last night. She had been drunk before and had never been as cruel as yesterday.

Meng Yingning thought that it was probably because he had a deep resentment towards Chen Wang and had reached the point of hatred that he would torture him by getting drunk.

I'm really not afraid of death.

But today, he didn't seem very angry either.

And it doesn't look like...hearding her say something.

She didn't want Chen Wang to remember this again, for fear that he would settle the score by Qiu Hou, but she didn't ask for some words and got a clear answer. Meng Yingning was really worried.

What can I do?

Meng Yingning is too worried.

She hesitated for a while, and finally leaned over and called him in a very low voice: "Chen Wang?"

Chen Wang ignored her.

Meng Yingning leaned closer and supported his elbow on the handrail of the sofa: "Are you asleep?"

It was quiet for a moment.

Chen Wang opened his eyes, turned his head, and his gaze drooped: "What's wrong."

"It's nothing. I'm waiting now anyway. Let's chat?" Meng Yingning looked at him and blinked, "Speaking about the past."

“…”

Chen Wang seemed to have heard some joke, and repeated it slowly: "Talk about the past?"

He couldn't hear his emotions in his tone, so Meng Yingning hesitated for a while and nodded slowly.

"Okay," Chen Wang smiled, meaningfully saying, "Calculate the accounts by the way."

Meng Yingning: “…”

Meng Yingning shrank his shoulders and decided to take the initiative: "I'm really not good at drinking, I get drunk with just one drink. I heard Erpang tell me today, and he said you sent me home. I seemed to - did I vomit you?"

Meng Yingning blinked and emphasized with a harmless look on his face: "I don't remember anything."

"Don't remember?" Chen Wang asked.

"I forgot it all." Meng Yingning said.

"I vomited," Chen Wang lowered his head, his tone was lazy, "I vomited all over my body."

“…”

Meng Yingning thought to herself that I really fart you.

Why did this person climb up the pole?

Meng Yingning grinded her teeth, and her face remained calm, and she apologized to him with great guilt: "I'm sorry, I really don't remember it. I went out with Lu Zhihuan every day before. Later, Lu Zhihuan told me that I even told him that I liked him very much when I was a child."

Chen Wang suddenly raised his head, as if he had a little difficulty in understanding: "Have you liked him?"

"..." Meng Yingning looked at him speechlessly, "Do you think I'm blind?"

Chen Wang thought about it and thought it made sense, so he nodded: "That's right."

"How could I like him? Am I talking nonsense when I was drunk?" Meng Yingning said, and then secretly glanced at him.

Chen Wang's expression was dull, and there was no turmoil on his face.

There is no flaw at all.

So did she say it yesterday or didn’t!

Meng Yingning took a deep breath, struggled with her heart, and didn't have any moral integrity. She simply closed her eyes and threw it out and said, "He also said that I would confess to everyone when I was drunk, and when I met someone who was a little more beautiful, he said that he liked others."

She finally added: "But I don't remember it at all."

She finished speaking for a long time, but Chen Wang didn't say anything.

Meng Yingning licked his lips and observed his expression with great care.

After a while.

Chen Wang leaned over and reached to the cigarette and lighter on the coffee table. He knocked out one and lit it. He threw the lighter and cigarette box back on the coffee table. When the person leaned back, he finally spoke: "Meng Yingning."

He spitted a mouthful of cigarettes and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are you here for today."

Meng Yingning moved his fingertips lightly, and suddenly felt at a loss that he was completely seen through.

She opened her mouth at a loss, and had not had time to say anything.

"Don't worry," Chen Wang said calmly, "You haven't told me."

Meng Yingning stared at him in a daze.

Chen Wang lowered his eyes and knocked off a piece of ashes with his fingertips, his movements were a little careless.

He didn't look at her, and his expression was very light: "You have never said such words to me."

Meng Yingning left, Tony was holding a tattoo machine in his hand and stretched his neck: "Is that girl my future sister-in-law just now? It doesn't look too big."

Chen Wang didn't hear it.

Chen Xiang ran to the door and looked out curiously. He happened to see the girl walking away slowly, wearing a floral skirt, slender waist and long legs, swan neck, as white as if it was glowing. Chen Xiang was so clever and couldn't tell any fault.

I just took a few secret glances through the partition, and I looked good.
To be continued...