Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 437 Sorry, I Love You (5)
Meng Qing looked at her, froze for a moment, and didn't answer.

"Take it quickly, warm your hands, don't wander around the streets at night if you have nothing to do, go back," the old woman looked at him, the wrinkles on her face were full of love, and chattered endlessly, "Are you arguing with your family?" Come on, go back quickly, it's already twelve o'clock, so the family members should not worry about death like this?"

As the old woman spoke, she couldn't help but stuff a big sweet potato into his palm, and squeezed his fingers, and said helplessly, "Look at how it's frozen."

Holding the sweet potato, Meng Qing's palms were hot. Looking at her, she was speechless for a while.

"Do you have no money to take the car?" The old woman lowered her head and took out a few pieces of change in her pocket, then stuffed them into his hand, and said, "Go back quickly, you are about the same age as my grandson." , college students, or just graduated? You have to be sensible at such an age, and you can’t lose your temper with your family any more.”

"How much...how much?" Meng Qing came back to his senses, his voice trembling unnaturally.

"What money do you want, there is not much left, the stall is closed." The old woman said with a smile, turned her head and patted the arm of her wife beside her, and continued walking.

"I can't take your things in vain." Meng Qing put the change in her hand back to her, reached into his trouser pocket for money, and took out a few bills worth [-]. The old woman was stunned for a moment.

She just heard Meng Qing say "I don't have thirty cents", and she was moved with compassion, but she didn't expect it and misunderstood.

But seeing that the snow was getting heavy, she was in a hurry to return, so she didn't mean to ask for money.

When Meng Qing met her, she didn't know how to speak very much. Taking advantage of her inattention, she stuffed several hundred yuan into her pocket while walking, without making a sound.

He knew how to quietly take money out of other people's pockets, and naturally he also knew how to quietly put money from his hands into other people's pockets.

A pair of old people pushed the stove and walked slowly, supporting each other, talking and laughing.

Meng Qing lagged behind slightly, distanced herself from them, and looked at their slightly stooped backs with a dazed expression.

It turns out that this is the life of ordinary people in old age.

He walked very slowly, snow fell on his hair, and then melted into water.

His shoulders were already wet, and he finally felt cold, the chill piercing his bones, and the cool wind came from all directions, rushing into his clothes.

"Big brother."

A timid voice from the side called him, Meng Qing lowered his eyes, the little boy on the platform just looked at him intently, pursed his lips, and handed him the clothes.

"It's snowing, put it on quickly." Seeing that he didn't answer, the little boy said it again solemnly.

"You followed me all the way?" Meng Qing looked at him, frowning slightly.

"En." The little boy stubbornly stuffed the clothes into his arms, and after a while, he stammered, "Brother, I'm not a thief."

Meng Qing was slightly stunned, looked at him, and didn't speak for a while.

The little boy hastily explained: "I'm not a thief, it's just...just..."

He was "just" for a long time, but he was still speechless. Seeing Meng Qing looking at him carefully, he became very nervous again, said "Thank you for the money", and ran away quickly.

Seeing his thin body running farther and farther, and gradually disappearing from sight, Meng Qing couldn't help curling up the corners of her lips, and smiled strangely.

six years old?Still seven years old?
The little boy looked so skinny that he wasn't really sure how old he was.

He just suddenly remembered that when he was so old, no matter how hard it was, no matter how hard he was beaten, he would only cry and never fight back.

At that time, he felt that it was not a good boy to fight and steal. Even if he was poor, he would not be with such a contemptible child.

But in fact, who knows what will happen in the future?
Meng Qing withdrew her gaze, turned around, and continued walking aimlessly in the snow.

Wandering in the city at night.

at the same time--
Xiaojing who arrived at Song's house was still awake.

It was twelve o'clock at night, but because it was the weekend, the Song family was very lively.Jiang Li and Jiang Weiran were fighting for the TV downstairs, while Qin Shaoyou and Xiao Siyuan were playing backgammon nearby. The huge living room was still brightly lit.

She was tired and weak, and she was in a daze after dinner in her room.

It seems that I have thought a lot, but it seems that I have not thought about anything. My heart always feels pain, like a leak, and my limbs and bones are not attached to anything.

In such a quiet night, it is unavoidable to think of Meng Qing, think of his cold lips and fingers, think of his gentle and patient kisses, and those sweet words that are only spoken at night.

Are they all fake?
He just wanted to beat Meng Ge, just to humiliate Meng Ge, just to get the pleasure of hurting and revenge from himself.

Why is it so despicable, why is she slow to recognize this fact.

At the expense of her poor baby.

The heartache was so painful that she couldn't breathe, Xiao Jing pressed one hand on her heart, panting heavily, only felt hatred, she had never hated anyone like this before.

What's more, Meng Qing, she loves him, she has always been fascinated by him, she always thought that she could be his wife, don't bother him or bother him, and obediently accompany him when he needs it.

why is it like this?

Why is it the man she loves the most that makes her lose their baby?

How could he be so cruel, even if he hated and rejected Meng Ge, even if he seduced and played with her, that little life was innocent.

Xiao Jing curled up sideways on the bed, biting her lip tightly, the lip was bitten by her and bleeding, she still didn't know it, the whole body was shaking under the quilt, and big tears fell down the corners of her eyes.

She finally couldn't help it, covered her mouth with one hand, and cried out loud.

The voice faintly spread outside the door, and Cheng Siqi, who was about to turn around and leave, stopped in her tracks.

The production team has gone through preliminary preparations, and the filming of "Green Snake" is about to start. The Qingluo in it is a stunning beauty who can sing and dance. Therefore, whenever she is at home, she spends two hours practicing dancing at night.

(End of this chapter)