Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 435 Sorry, I Love You (3)
"Xiao Jing." Meng Qing called out obsessively, buried her cheeks in her neck, and murmured like a child, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you."

"Xiao Jing, I love you." He said the words over and over again, and the hand touching her suddenly became gentle again, very gentle, and the cool fingertips touched every inch of her warmth, sparking a prairie fire there. fire.

It turns out that he knows how to please women.

But three or two strokes are enough to make a woman confused.

Thinking throbbingly, Qianru trembled uncontrollably, kissed his hair and cheek, and suddenly realized the name in his words.

She didn't mind, and even found it ridiculous.

There is no real love for people like them, but I never thought that this person always looks cold and rejects people thousands of miles away, so he is still a kind of love.

Is he in love with Deng Nanjiang's daughter, the little princess on the southwest border?

But I heard that the girl was held in Deng Nanjiang's palm since she was a child, innocent and youthful like a child, even though she was in the same circle as them, in fact, she was very different.

How can a girl who is so innocent and ignorant of the world love him well? Does she know such a Meng Qing who is said to have been a beggar to this point? Will she feel sorry for him and pity him, and can she make him happy in bed?

How can it be!

She is actually not suitable for their circle, just like she is not suitable for Meng Qing at all.

Thinking of this, Qianru hooked Meng Qing's neck with one hand, suddenly felt distressed, and murmured: "Third brother, I will take good care of you in the future."

As she spoke like this, Meng Qing's hand that lifted her skirt stopped suddenly, and she opened her eyes dizzily.

The woman under him smiled charmingly and flatteringly, but she was clearly not Xiaojing.

Not the girl who obediently lay on his chest.

Meng Qing woke up suddenly, leaning on the sofa with one hand, quickly got up from her body, stood still and rubbed the center of her brows, and with a "pop", turned on the room light.

"Why are you here?" He asked condescendingly, frowning.

"Sister Miao asked me to accompany you." Qianru's skirt had shrunk into a ball, she stood up slowly like that, looked at him, and said something cautiously.

This man always looked cold and ruthless when he woke up, and she couldn't help but be afraid.

"Get out!" Meng Qing took a deep breath, pointed at the door with one hand, and said expressionlessly.

"Third Brother, I..."

"Get out!" Meng Qing kicked a few bottles of wine off the table, and there were several "bang bang" sounds in succession. A wine bottle smashed into the wall, and the "bang" sound splattered all over the place. It was very frightening, and Qianru screamed Hide on the sofa for a while.

Two men outside the door quickly opened the door and came in. Seeing Meng Qing who was awake, they quickly waved to Qianru.

Qianru ran out quickly.

The two men looked at Meng Qing with a gloomy face, and quickly apologized with a smile: "Brother, don't be angry, sister Miao is also thinking of having someone to relieve your boredom."

"Excuse me!" Meng Qing gritted her teeth and said, took two big strides, picked up her coat from the sofa, and left with a cold face.

The two men followed two steps step by step, he suddenly turned his head, frowned and said, "Don't follow me."

"Brother, you drank too much!" A man quickly said with an apologetic smile.

"I'm not drunk." Meng Qing smiled sarcastically, and said coldly, "The wine won't be enough, you listen to Sister Miao, and just follow her from now on."

"Brother!" The two men called him wanting to cry.

"Okay, I'll go for a walk!" Meng Qing frowned tightly, "There's no need to follow, I can't lose it."

When he said that, the two men naturally didn't dare to follow, they looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

Meng Qing left the bar, the night was getting dark.

The night in November was still cold, the cold wind beat against his face, and his original drunkenness disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the sparsely populated streets, he took a deep breath and walked aimlessly along the streets.

Without Xiaojing waiting, the home would be an empty shell. He didn't know what to do when he went back, and he was afraid to go back. He couldn't go back and face the empty house.

Where to go, in fact, he doesn't know, he has been a wandering soul since he was a child, and he has been wandering aimlessly in this world for many years, but this is the first time he feels that the night is so empty.

It was as if a heart had been taken away by someone, and the biting cold wind howled and pierced him.

He walked along the sidewalk, and occasionally young men and women rode a battery car and laughed, and there were also girls in twos and threes carrying bags, chatting and laughing.

They are all about the same age as Xiaojing, but they are still as young and beautiful as flower bones.

Meng Qing felt that the corners of his eyes were a bit astringent, so he looked away and looked randomly.

There are also buses on the road, full of people galloping away, including men and women, students and office workers. Each of them lives normally and brightly in a certain corner of this society.

Birth, going to school, graduating, going to work, getting married, having children, until old age.

Many people have exactly the same but extremely normal life trajectory.

They are all normal people.

Thinking of this, Meng Qing looked at the tall landscape trees on the street, raised the corners of her lips, smiled sarcastically and boredly, then lowered her head, her eyes fell on one place, but suddenly froze.

His eyes fell on the bus stop, among the crowd, there was a small child, skinny, wearing single pants in winter, trying to squeeze into the crowd, looking left and right.

Time seemed to have stopped flowing. He watched the child stretch out his hand several times, and then retracted his hand back several times in fear.

Still a newbie.

Meng Qing stood there looking at him and couldn't help but smile.

The smile he evoked was so weird that the girls waiting for the bus couldn't help looking at him, pointing and whispering with blushing faces.

He is tall and thin, handsome and good-looking, wearing a black and straight haute couture handmade suit, just like any young and promising elite man in this society.

Standing at a place like a bus stop at night is undoubtedly eye-catching and attractive.

(End of this chapter)