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Meng Yilang did not go to the company, but went to the bar.

The protagonist of the news just now, Xiao Zhen, was drinking with Lin Zi, who had just sent a message to Meng Yilang. When he saw Meng Yilang coming, Lin Zi immediately stood up and greeted: "Brother Meng, you are here, do it quickly, we were talking about you just now. "

Meng Yilang sat astride Xiao Zhen's side with his long legs, picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. He raised his eyelids, and there was a little cold light in his eyes. He said without anger and self-prerogation: "What are you talking about me?"

"Brother, it's boring to be like this." Lin Zi was frightened by Meng Yilang's sudden chill. After reacting, he said with a playful smile: "We were talking about An Ning. Xiao Zhen just told me that he was going to chase An Ning."

There are two types of people in their circle, one is good at playing, such as Lin Zi and Meng Yilang, and the other is never finished, such as Xiao Zhen.

Now that Xiao Zhen, a person who had never played before, was planning to pursue Meng Yilang's previous woman, An Ning, and she looked like she was preparing to get married. Lin Zi felt as if he was being disturbed by a cat's paw and was extremely curious.

Not getting anything out of Xiao Zhen's mouth, Lin Zi wanted to find out from Meng Yilang's mouth what kind of sacredness An Ning was, that he could be so obsessed with a young man like Xiao Zhen who didn't understand the ordinary heart that he wanted to get married.

Xiao Zhen had told herself more than once that she wanted to pursue An Ning, and Meng Yilang's answers were all casual. But now seeing Lin Zi talking about An Ning in a teasing tone, Meng Yilang couldn't help but feel anxious.

Meng Yilang looked at Xiao Zhen.

Xiao Zhen said with a playful smile: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so jealous, Brother Meng, you won't mind, right?"

Xiao Zhen said that you wouldn't mind, but his eyes were fixed on Meng Yilang, as if you didn't really mind, because you couldn't afford it.

Meng Yilang lowered his eyes to cover the gloom under his eyes.

An Ning was the woman he gave up on his own initiative, and it was absolutely possible for him to take the initiative to admit that he cared about her.

In response to Xiao Zhen's question, Meng Yilang smiled and said, "Since you like it, then go for it."

Meng Yilang's magnanimous look made Xiao Zhen let out a long sigh of relief. He turned to Lin Zi and said, "Look, I said Brother Meng won't mind."

Lin Zi gave a thumbs up, "Brother Meng is very grand. A beauty like An Ning will just take it if you don't want it. This kind of magnanimity cannot be matched by ordinary people."

Xiao Zhen chuckled softly: "Who has made someone meet true love? By the way, Brother Meng, when are you and Song Qingyang going back? I heard from my dad that Uncle Meng came back the day before yesterday. When are you going to take him with you?" She goes back."

The answer that could have been given without hesitation seemed particularly difficult at this moment, especially when he thought that this answer might involve An Ning, Meng Yilang didn't really want to answer.

Meng Yilang replied perfunctorily: "Let's see again."

"Watch it again?" Lin Zi stopped drinking the wine he brought to his lips, and immediately approached Meng Yilang and asked with a mean smile on his face: "Brother Meng, to be honest, do you not like Song Qingyang anymore?"

When Meng Yilang said that he was planning to marry Song Qingyang, Lin Zi thought it was a bit nonsense.

Among Meng Yilang's many women, Song Qingyang could be considered the most ordinary kind. He gave up a great beauty like An Ning and chose Song Qingyang. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like you were obsessed with her. As expected, in less than half a year, you got tired of her.

Meng Yilang had never doubted that he liked Song Qingyang. At this moment, he suddenly heard Lin Zi say that he didn't like Song Qingyang. He was surprised, "Why do you say that?"

Lin Zi scratched his head, smiled and said: "I don't know, it's just a feeling. I feel like you don't like her as much as before. You have always brought her out before, but now I haven't seen you take her out for a long time." Out."

Lin Zi was a rough guy. After saying this, he continued drinking with the others, but he didn't expect what kind of turmoil his words would cause in Meng Yilang's heart.

Meng Yilang finally figured out why his parents had already gone home and were urging him to take Song Qingyang home to see if he liked it, but he still didn't want to wait for Song Qingyang to come home.

It's not because the company is busy or he doesn't have time, but because he doesn't seem to like Song Qingyang as much as before.

In the past, he liked Song Qingyang to express her love for him anytime and anywhere, but the longer he spent with him, the less often Song Qingyang expressed his love. In the past, when Song Qingyang was with him, he was neither old nor young, and he was not afraid. His own temper, but now Song Qingyang has changed to look like others, starting to be afraid of himself and starting to look at his face.

This kind of Song Qingyang is no different from ordinary people among all living beings.

Now Song Qingyang has lost the qualities that attracted him in the first place.

Without anything that attracts him, Song Qingyang is now like an object that he once liked very much but is now dispensable. He is reluctant to let this object go, but he is also unwilling to let him go. Hold the object up to your heart.

However, I clearly liked this object once, why did I suddenly not like it?

Meng Yilang thought about it for a long time, but never thought about it until the dream he had when he went home at night. In the dream, Meng Yilang returned to the day when he and An Ning said they were separated. He saw An Ning's tears when he left.

An Ning's eyes were crooked, still carrying his favorite cunning. The corners of An Ning's mouth were slightly raised, and her smile was as brilliant as the cherry blossom forest. However, An Ning's eyes revealed a deep sorrow, which made him My heart couldn't help but clench.

Meng Yilang finally figured out why he didn't like Song Qingyang.

Because of tranquility.

But the most ridiculous thing is that he and An Ning have separated, and even his brother Xiao Zhen is pursuing An Ning.

Meng Yilang sneered and suppressed his displeasure. She was just a woman. Even if she regretted it, what did it matter? Xiao Zhen liked it, so just give it to him.

Xiao Zhen's talk about pursuing peace is not just talk.

Early the next morning, Xiao Zhen knocked on the door of An Ning's house with the breakfast she bought.

An Ning thought it was Sister Wang, so she opened the door and was stunned when she saw Xiao Zhen outside the door.

Xiao Zhen was wearing a black sweater. Her hair was not fixed with hairspray and was hanging down casually. Her slightly long bangs blocked her sharp eyebrows. Her eyes were gentle: "An Ning, good morning."

Xiao Chun's voice was deep, and when he said the word 'An Ning' out of his mouth, it was like saying 'A Ning', which was indescribably intimate.

It had been many years since anyone had called An Ning this way. An Ning's bare toes on the ground shrank unconsciously, turned sideways to get out of the way, and said, "Come in."

If Xiao Zhen could find her home, he would naturally have other means to get in. An Ning didn't want to stop her and didn't bother to stop her, so she simply let her in and continued washing.