When Meng Yingning woke up, she was in the car.

Below is a soft and comfortable seat, an air conditioner with suitable temperature, and the sound of a car driving at high speed in his ears.

And a man's cold and low swear words filled with impatience and absent-mindedness with obvious irritability-

"It's all about my mother."

Meng Yingning: “…”

Why are you still cursing?

Meng Yingning opened her eyes and saw the dark gray carport roof.

She stood up in the seat and turned her head forward. Chen Wang just hung up the phone, threw his phone in the co-pilot, noticed the movement behind her and turned his head.

The little girl lay horizontally behind her, her arms supported her upper body, and she looked at him with her head tilted. Her face and lips were pale with sickness. Her big black eyes blinked, and her eyelashes were long and dense.

Chen Wang paused, his expression faded, and he took action to pull the bottle of water and unscrew it and handed it over: "Is it better?"

Meng Yingning took it this time, and slowly said thank you very quietly.

She actually wanted to lie back and pretend to be dead.

It was so embarrassing. I wanted to pretend to be a hooligan, but before I could understand it, I fell to the ground halfway through.

Meng Yingning raised his hand and touched his nose, pinched the tip of his nose, and rubbed his face again.

No pain.

It seems that he didn't fall into a dog's chewing shit?

She is quite aware of her own physical problems. She is a little hypoglycemia and is particularly afraid of heat. Midsummer is a hell-level difficulty copy for her. In addition, she has been exposed to the sun for too long this time and has not eaten yet.

After recovering most of the time, I still feel dizzy and nauseous.

She drank her eyelashes listlessly.

Chen Wang glanced at her from the rearview mirror: "Is that okay?"

Meng Yingning nodded and said something in a low voice.

Chen Wang leaned back: "Hmm?"

The little girl raised her head with a plastic water bottle, and opened her eyes, looking a little embarrassed; "I'm hungry..."

“…”

Chen Wang's lips curled up for a moment: "What do you want to eat?"

"Everything is OK," Meng Yingning thought for a while and said, "I want to eat some soup and I feel uncomfortable in my stomach."

"It's like this after being sunbathed for a while," Chen Wang looked away from the rearview mirror, and said in a low voice, "I'm so cute."

Meng Yingning was not too convinced and defended: "I didn't eat at noon. I am in good health and go to the gym regularly."

“The gym has nothing to do.”

"There are so many handsome guys in the gym, and they have good figures."

"Just that creamy muscle."

"You can hit ten," Meng Yingning answered. She sat down against the car door, raised her paws and patted them twice without sincerity, and said sweetly, "You are the best."

It looks very hypocritical.

“…”

Chen Wang was silent for a few seconds, said "tsk" and said nothing more.

The car became quiet for a while. Meng Yingning first took out his cell phone and reported to Li Huan about his work results. He asked for a leave in the afternoon. After chatting, he closed his eyes with his head against the window glass and tried hard to suppress the constant surging nausea and dizziness in his stomach.

Her body was feeling uncomfortable, and she lost her energy to avoid him or punch him, and she had no desire to even feel embarrassed and embarrassed.

Anyway, it can't be even more embarrassing. Meng Yingning gave up on himself by throwing his jar.

She lost this battle.

The real warriors cannot be greedy for temporary victory. The best way is to accumulate strength and strive for another battle next time.

Because of this, she and Chen Wang had a conversation that was the most peaceful and harmonious and friendly in all aspects.

Miss Meng, who was physically unwell, had high demands and wanted to eat soup and water. Chen Wang had left the imperial capital for many years. When it comes to things that were so sweet and warm in the stomach, the only thing he could think of was the raw rolled porridge from a dilapidated Xiaolong bakery next to the courtyard.

It counts that Meng Yingning hasn't come back for several years since she moved. The car drove into Yibin Avenue and parked at the entrance of the alley. Meng Yingning held her chin and looked at the familiar scene outside the window, feeling a little nostalgic.

The old wall made of red bricks, the ivy is full of life on the wall, the growth trajectory is magical, the mold spots falling from the corners are hidden in the pile of weeds, and a rusty old triangle bicycle stands next to it.

In the middle of the stone road, a fat orange cat was walking arrogantly through the street, walking to the wall with a cat walking to the shadow next to it, a local dog sticking out his tongue and dying from the heat.

Everything seems to have not changed.

The shop of Xiaolongbao is still open, a small bungalow of four or five square meters, with four tables inside. Five crooked handwritten handwriting on the faded plaque at the door - Fuji Xiaolongbao.

Meng Yingning You remembered that when she first came to this store when she was a girl, she despised the store name of the village.

However, after seeing the convenience store for you to visit the convenience store today, Meng Yingning suddenly felt that the name of Fuji Xiaolongbao was really nice, and it exuded a hint of happiness in the ordinary.

Sure enough, people still have to see the world more often.

Meng Yingning's steps accelerated a lot without being noticed, leaving Chen Wang behind and taking the lead in the store.

When Chen Wangren came in, she had already ordered orders skillfully against the small blackboard on the wall: "One tray for crab roe, one tray for crayfish, two trays for dry sausage, and another portion of raw pork liver porridge--"

She turned her head and said, "What kind of porridge do you want?"

Chen Wang sat down opposite her: "It's the same."

"Two bowls of raw pork liver porridge!" Meng Yingning gently tapped the corner of the table with his fingertips.

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and before dinner time, there was only one table in the restaurant, and the buns and porridge came very quickly.

Meng Yingning felt that he had never been so hungry. After drinking half a bowl of raw pork liver porridge and eating half a tray of dried intestines, he realized something was wrong.

There seem to be few people?

Meng Yingning bit the bun in her mouth and raised her eyes, her cheeks bulged, and her voice was vague: "My friend of Li Lu?"

…?

What are you talking about?

Chen Wang leaned into the chair: "Speak well."

Meng Yingning chewed the Xiaolongbao, chewed it, and then drank another sip of water, casually: "Where is your girlfriend?"

Chen Wang answered quite crazy: "Which one?"

Meng Yingning looked at him with a smile: "It's the one you picked up at the gate of the Film and Television City, a big star."

I really don't know where to start this matter.

When Chen Wang was called over, he only asked him to pick him up, but he didn't say who it was. Anyway, he was idle now, so Chen Wang went there.

As a result, when she got there, she realized that it was Lu Yuyan. He felt it didn't matter. He had come and sent it back and it was done. She said several times in the car, making her talks explicit and obvious, and she could not even bother to make a lot of things. Chen Wang was too lazy to reply.

But I never thought about throwing her there on purpose.

He was really simple and forgot that she existed.

Meng Yingning was talking at the time, and was about to burst out. Suddenly, his eyes closed and he staggered into his arms without saying a word. Chen Wang didn't even react, thinking that this girl's film was about to launch a second wave of offensive.

It was not until Lu Yuyan called that Chen Wang remembered.

ah.

There is still such a person?

Forgot to you.

Chen Wang was too lazy to explain this to Meng Yingning, and there was no need to do so. He picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a crayfish bun, rolled around in the vinegar, and said carelessly: "I don't know, I'm a carpooling."

“…”

Your perfunctory behavior is really not obvious.

Meng Yingning rolled her eyes quietly, too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, lowered her head and pinched her chopsticks, and picked out all the chopped green onions in the pork liver porridge.

After picking the chopped green onion, I picked the green vegetables.

I just picked up a small vegetable leaf and was about to throw it into an empty plate. The tip of the chopsticks was steadily clamped by another pair of chopsticks, and I couldn't move at all.

Meng Yingning shook her chopsticks.

Chen Wang refused to let go.

Two pairs of chopsticks were entangled together, with a vegetable leaf in the middle, and they started to fight for each other secretly.

A minute later, Meng Yingning, whose chopsticks were suppressed tightly, raised her head and said, "?"

Chen Wang raised his chin: "I've eaten."

The little girl tilted her head and said softly: "Can you ignore this wide? Isn't it good to go to earn your extra money by competing with your car?"

Chen Wang: "...I really thought you went to work at that time."
To be continued...