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After the two left, Zhou Guang closed the door and went back. Meng Yungui on the sofa closed his eyes and frowned, took a deep breath, walked over and patted his face: "Mr. Meng? Mr. Meng?"

Meng Yungui opened his eyes a little, and snorted, "...a headache."

Those who haven't drank are unconscious. Zhou Guang brought a glass of water over.

"Drink some water."

"Hey me."

Meng Yungui snorted, Zhou Guang wanted to slap him in the face.

After feeding him half a glass of water, Meng Yungui shook his head, and Zhou Guang put down the glass.

As soon as she turned around, Meng Yungui held her hand.

"Time."

His voice was slow and deep.

Zhou Guang hummed: "What are you doing?"

"Lie down with me."

He pulls Zhou Guang to his side, and Zhou Guang's head hurts from the smell of alcohol all over his body.

"How do you sleep on such a narrow sofa? Go to the bedroom—hey!"

Meng Yungui pulled Zhou Guangu onto his body with all his strength, and Zhou Guang quickly moved away for fear that he would vomit. Meng Yungui stroked Zhou Guang's hair with his fingers, touching it one after another.

"Mr. Meng?"

His body is hard and smells bad, the sofa is not wide, Zhou Guang was dragged by him and stuck in his arms. I shrank my feet, and the temperature in the living room was not very high. Meng Yungui raised his legs to clamp her feet, and squinted his eyes to look at the lights above his head.

"Don't move."

Then Zhou Guang stopped moving, this position would squeeze her to death.

After a while, she thought that Meng Yungui had fallen asleep, so she carefully pulled out her foot.

He opened his eyes: "Time."

"Huh?"

"Are you afraid of being alone at home?"

"Mr. Meng, how much did you drink today?"

"Not much." Meng Yun covered Zhou Guang's face with his hand, and rubbed it indiscriminately. He stuck himself so tightly that he couldn't move.

"You drank too much." Zhou Shi pushed his hand away anxiously: "I'll go upstairs to get a blanket, don't catch a cold."

Meng Yungui squeezed her face, leaned over to kiss her, did he really drink too much or just pretend? Zhou Guang wanted to fill him with vegetable juice.

After a kiss, Zhou Guang was a little out of breath, so he let go, held Zhou Guang's face, and looked at it for a while. He was obviously being played by someone today, and he drank a few wines together, that's really the way to play with people.

"Is it comfortable to drink?"

Meng Yungui narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

"You let me drink a bottle."

Zhou Guang turned over old accounts: "Mr. Meng, this is my first time drinking alcohol."

Meng Yungui laughed, his chest vibrated, the deep laughter was very clear in the silent night, Zhou Guang turned his face away.

He didn't explain, just laughed.

A moment later, Meng Yungui turned around and faced Zhou Guang. He stared into Zhou Guang's eyes, his expression darkening: "If I can't protect you, what's the use of making a hundred phone calls? Zhou Guang, I'm Man, your man."

He held Zhou Guang in his arms and rubbed her hair. Zhou Guang buried his face in the darkness, unable to see anything.

"The father of the child."

His voice became deeper and deeper, full of emotions, Zhou Guang heard his heartbeat.

She really wanted to see Meng Yungui's expression at the moment, but she couldn't break free from Meng Yungui's iron-like arms, which were very tight. He was about to strangle himself to death, Zhou Guang couldn't breathe, tears rolled out of his eyes suddenly.

Is his sudden words an explanation? Is it an explanation? I don't know about Zhou Guang. The child's matter is her fault, and she should not be soft-hearted. After that, she thought that Meng Yungui had given up on her.

"My first child—"

His voice became lower and lower, like a sigh.

Zhouguang's first child just disappeared because of her hesitation.

He drank too much and never said those words when he was sober.

His breathing became softer and softer.

Meng Yungui fell asleep just like that, Zhou Guang turned her face sideways to reveal a gap to breathe, she looked up at Meng Yungui's resolute chin.

When we first met, he was overbearing. Now, he was showing weakness to himself.

A person like a hedgehog, Zhou Guang sighed.

After maintaining this position for more than half an hour, Zhou Guang's legs were so numb that he lost his intuition, so he got up carefully.

It's not good to catch a cold. Even though the air conditioner is turned on, the room is still a bit cold.

Zhou Guang broke free from his arms, Meng Yungui turned over and fell asleep again without opening his eyes.

Zhou Guang went upstairs to hug the quilt, but she didn't have the strength to drag Meng Yungui to the bedroom. Cover him up, turn around and go upstairs to sleep, and look at the watch by the bed, it is already two forty in the morning.

The next day, Zhou Guangshi woke up after being harassed by Meng Yungui.

She was still sleeping in a daze, Meng Yungui must have just taken a shower, his hair felt a little cold on his chest, and he had already taken off his pajamas. Zhou Guang suddenly woke up, and quickly hid behind: "Mr. Meng?"

"Huh?"

Meng Yungui looked up, stared at Zhou Guang for a moment, then leaned over and kissed her lips.

Zhou Guang yelled, covered his mouth, and said vaguely, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Meng Yungui pinched her face, but he didn't force it.

I didn't know what time it was early in the morning, so I was dragged by him to do it once.

I'm exhausted physically and mentally, and I can't get better.

"What time is it?"

Zhou Guang almost collapsed and broke away from his arm and lay on the side. Meng Yungui took the cigarette case and took out one, and held it to his lips. With a click of the lighter, he lit his throat and took a deep breath. Exhaled, turned to look at Zhou Guang; "What's the matter today?"

"Nothing."

"What's the rush?"

His voice was deep and satiated after the fact.

I don't talk for a week, and I'm a little tired. He is a person who has never had a temperance.

He finished smoking a cigarette and squinted at Zhou Shiguang.

"Still sleeping?"

Zhou Guang opened her eyes, and she was in a state where she felt a little embarrassed when she got up, but she couldn't fall asleep if she didn't get up. Reaching into the bed to find pajamas, he hummed: "Go take a bath, get up, I'm hungry."

As soon as the words were finished, Meng Yungui turned over and raised his leg to hold her down, and put his arm next to Zhou Guang's ear: "I'll wash it after I'm done."

The corners of Zhou Guang's mouth twitched, his face was scorching hot.

"Are you not at work?"

"I drank too much yesterday and got a headache. I'll go later."

He vainly pressed above Zhou Guang, wanting it again.

Weekly struggles: "I'm hungry, I don't want to."

He leaned over to cover Zhou Guang's lips and kissed fiercely. After a while, he slid down and bit her ear. His low hoarse voice was incomprehensible, and his fiery breath fell on her ear: "Feed you—— "

When the clouds rested and the rain was over, Meng Yungui went to the bathroom with Zhou Guang in his arms.

This master has good physical strength, and Zhou is willing to bow down.

Downstairs, there are fresh ingredients in the kitchen, probably the cleaning aunt came over in the morning. Zhou Guang's face started to burn again, the movement in the morning is definitely not small, even if he lives alone, if someone comes to the house, it will be very embarrassing.

Heated the milk, drank a glass, and handed Meng Yungui a glass of water. He had a bad stomach and couldn't digest anything without eating milk. Meng Yungui had no objection, now he could eat a cow if he was hungry, so he took the cup and drank it.

"I'm going to the company at noon, and you are looking to make something to eat. It's too bad to ask your assistant to come over."

Ah K's cooking is okay, but Zhou Guang's cooking skills are simply against the sky.

Meng Yungui was wearing a shirt and trousers, because at home, the cuffs were rolled up and the neckline was not tightly fastened, and he looked very sloppy.

"Ah K probably won't come over, he has to hand over to Gu Fanchen."

Zhou Guang opened the refrigerator to find the ingredients, steamed the rice, and added as much water as possible, so it won't be hard again, right?

"Yeah."

Meng Yungui doubted whether Zhou Guang would set the kitchen on fire, so he turned and went out: "I'm upstairs in the study."

"Okay, I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Meng Yungui went to the living room and looked back at Zhou Guang for a while when he heard the words: "Cooked." He no longer had any expectations for Zhou Guang's cooking, he only wanted it cooked so that his stomach wouldn't hurt after eating it.

The corner of Zhou Guang's mouth twitched, the restaurant outside is delicious, you go!

It's getting late, so I ate breakfast and lunch together.

Zhou Guang didn't challenge difficult dishes anymore. I cooked beef stew with tomatoes and stewed it on a low fire. The kitchen was full of aroma. Followed the recipe exactly and you should be fine.

The step of peeling and sanding the shrimp is more troublesome, and the shrimp and seasonal vegetables seem to be a bit of a failure. The kitchen was in a mess, Zhou Guang waited for the dishes to come out, and hurriedly dumped the remaining ingredients into the trash can.

Put the green vegetables in the pot over boiling water and put them on the plate, pour the cooking juice on it, and the green vegetables are shiny and shiny. Zhou Guang tasted it, and it was okay. The soy sauce and fuel consumption were moderate, and the seasoning was relatively easy. She almost burst into tears.

I cooked a corn soup, and it was cooked.

He planned to go upstairs to call Meng Yungui, but when he turned around, he saw him leaning on the kitchen door, holding a water glass in his hand, drinking slowly, with calm eyes.

Zhou Guang was taken aback: "Aren't you upstairs?"

"Hungry——"

I'm also hungry during the week, and when I put the dishes on the table, they look better than they taste.

There was too much rice and water, Meng Yungui poked the rice paste and closed his eyes, let's eat.

At any rate, the food is edible, isn't it?

Why does it sound a bit sad?

Lao Meng has lived for more than 30 years and has never been picky about food. His mother's cooking skills were worse than Zhou Guang's, and the food cooked in the name of love was so unpalatable that he had to swallow it. It didn't end until I entered the army. I didn't expect to find a woman now and return to the pre-liberation.

In the middle of the meal, Zhou Guang received a call from Gu Fanchen.

"I signed an advertisement before, and I want to have dinner with the advertiser tonight, can you come over?"

Advertising is relatively profitable. The spokesperson for domestic brand shower gel, print plus film and television is four hundred and five hundred thousand before tax. The artists in Gu Fanchen's hands have always asked for high prices, because the quality is good, and the circle has also tacitly accepted that the artists brought out by Gu Fanchen are all at this price. Zhou Guang also values ​​this endorsement more, so he must eat this dinner tonight.

"Yesterday, the person in charge in Taiwan called me. They are holding back the salary, and they don't want to settle it."

Zhou Guang was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"The negotiated price is a total of 2.7 million, and I gave 1 million before the shooting. There is another 1.7 million. The producer means that the settlement will be made after the film is sold, and a part of it will be deducted. Liquidated damages.”

"How about playing hooligans?"

Zhou Guang picked up his phone and walked to the living room, thinking for a while: "What's the reason? I didn't breach the contract."

"I have been filming according to the contract." Zhou Guang thought for a while: "Is this related to Rongxin?"

"Ah K told me about the matter. This drama is just to praise Rong Xin. It may have something to do with it. The salary can only be negotiated after the end of the post-promotion period. It will have to be delayed until May 1st next year."

When Zhou Guang terminated the contract with the company, Gu Fanchen really had nothing to do with her. He only fulfilled his duty and would not fight for Zhou Guang's interests.

Zhou Shiguang pursed his lower lip: "I see, see you tonight, thank you Director Gu."

"You're welcome." He hung up the phone, Zhou Guang put the phone in his pocket, thoughtful. Walking to the dining table, he picked up the bowl again.

"Is the rice cold enough?"

Meng Yungui raised his eyes and glanced at her, frowning: "Something went wrong at work?"

"It's not a big deal."

Zhou Guang served hot rice again, and mixed it with tomato juice, which had a different taste.

"The film I was filming in Taiwan before had some conflicts with the artist I co-operated with. He should have something to do with it in China." Zhou Guang ate a bite of beef, which was very soft and served with tomato juice. Cooking skills have improved: "There are more than one million outstanding, stuck. But it's nothing, wait until May next year."

Part of the tax and company deductions, if she doesn't settle later, she has been busy for so long, and after deducting taxes and company commissions, she will only get about 400,000 yuan.

Meng Yungui stopped his chopsticks: "How much have I got for you now?"

"I gave a million in the early stage."

Zhou Guang shook his head: "The big deal is to cooperate with the publicity, and it will only be a matter of a few months. Are you coming back for dinner tonight? I have to meet an advertiser. The few contracts that Gu Fanchen signed for me before have to be filmed .”