Cold President, Hug Me

Inside the private room, Meng Yaodong was anxiously walking up and down.

It's like ants on a hot pot.

As he walked, he kept saying to himself, "why don't you come back? You say, why doesn't Lan Lan come back? Is it crazy to play downstairs with bao'er? "

Jingrong and song Mingyang don't pay any attention to him. They just drink wine and chat with each other.

Meng Yaodong is like this, they two people chose to ignore directly.

Mainly.

It's really annoying to watch him walk around all the time.

Two people drink a mouthful of wine, song Mingyang is helpless to shake his head, and then looked at the time on his watch, said, "from LAN LAN downstairs, to now, you walk like this for 20 minutes, brother, do you want to stop? Would you like some water? Are you not tired? "

Meng Yaodong shook his head, walked straight to song Mingyang with long legs, sat down, and then cocked his legs, "I'm tired, but I'm worried..."

"If you are in a hurry, you can go down and have a look..." Song Mingyang also said.

Jing Rong didn't talk in the whole process.

The main reason is that I really don't care about him.

Meng Yaodong immediately shook his head when he heard the speech. "How can we do that? Two friends are playing together. What can I do with them? Besides, you didn't listen to Lan Lan? People want to be alone with bao'er. I'm going down at this time. It's just annoying, isn't it

Because I care too much.

So, a lot of times, it's really careful.

I'm afraid my behavior will make a little mistake.

For fear that the other party will hate themselves because of their own mistakes.

"Then sit down. If you keep walking around like this, people won't come back." Song Mingyang road.

"Oh, am I in a hurry?"

"What's the hurry? It's just 20 minutes Do you think so? "

"Of course, for you, it's only a short 20 minutes. For Laozi, it's as long as the 20th century. Can you understand me?"

Song Mingyang shook his head, "sorry, I really don't understand Elder brother, I beg you. Just sit down. Really, you are always walking around. Everyone is very upset with you... "

"You don't like me now, do you?" Meng Yaodong asked with a black face.

"Do you think we can stop hating you?" Jing Rong, who had been silent, took a puff of smoke, glanced at Meng Yaodong and said.

Meng Yaodong turned black immediately!

"Damn, how come you don't understand people at all?" Meng Yaodong road.

No sooner had he finished than the door opened.

The man who was waiting anxiously came in with Jing bao'er's hand.

The moment he saw her, he suddenly felt that the dark clouds all over the sky had dispersed, and his heart was full of flowers.

Even breathing has become smoother than before, I don't know how many times.

"Hey, LAN LAN, baby, you're back..." Meng Yaodong road.

Touching Meng Yaodong's eyes, Lan Lan feels a little embarrassed. She smiles and nods.

Then, he took jingbao'er to an empty seat and sat down.

As soon as LAN LAN sat down, Meng Yaodong immediately came over and asked, "what are you two going to sing? I'll give you some... "

Just after Lan Lan left, he was listless.

Now, as soon as she came back, he came back to life full of blood.

There is a huge contrast between Jingrong and song Mingyang. They both shake their heads helplessly. Then they look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

"I won't sing any more. Lan Lan, don't you like to sing the song of learning to sing the cat's cry? You can sing that..." Jingbaoer road.

Lan Lan nodded, looked at Meng Yaodong and said, "let me sing this song..."

As soon as Meng Yaodong heard this, he immediately got up and quickly walked to the front of the music machine to order songs for her.

Looking at his handsome side face, somehow, her heart began to accelerate.

In fact, Meng Yaodong belongs to the type that the more he looks, the more handsome he is.

At first glance, he is handsome, but that kind of handsome, but not like Jing Rong's handsome to amazing.

However, he belongs to the type that the more he looks, the more tasteful he is and the more handsome he is.

Meng Yaodong quickly ordered a song for LAN LAN, disinfected the microphone carefully and gave it to her.

She gave a little smile, then took the microphone, said thank you, and began to follow the rhythm of the music, singing seriously.

Although she is an actor, her singing skills are first-class.

Because before, she had found a professional vocal music teacher and studied it.

This song, interpreted by her, is even more perfect than the original one.On one side, Jing bao'er began to sing with her voice.

Meng Yaodong looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

He really deserves to be the person Meng Yaodong likes. No matter in terms of voice, appearance or temperament, they are all good.

Looking at this woman, Meng Yaodong felt very rare.

It's really rare.

Anti shock is just how he thinks and how he feels good.

How to look at it, how to feel excellent.

It's really excellent.

He can not only perform well, but also sing well. How can his Lan Lan be so perfect?

Perfect let a person completely irresistible!

The singing Lan Lan, although her eyes are focused on the big screen, can catch a glimpse of Meng Yaodong looking at herself from the corner of her eyes.

Somehow, she began to feel a little feverish on her face.

The eyes are too hot.

She felt sick all over.

A song ended and the room was filled with applause.

The biggest clapper is Meng Yaodong.

He is just like a little fan of her, with adoration in his eyes and eyebrows.

She was embarrassed to get up and smile at everyone. Then she put the microphone on the tea table and said, "OK, I won't sing any more. Let's sing..."

"No, LAN LAN is very nice. Let's have another song." Jingrong road.

She shook her head and said with a smile, "my voice is a little tired. I can't sing any more. You can sing, fourth uncle. Would you like to sing?"

As soon as Meng Yaodong heard that her voice was a little tired, he looked concerned and asked, "is her voice tired? Is that voice uncomfortable? Would you like to go out and buy you some throat tablets or something? "

A few simple words, as well as the tension on his face, make Lan Lan's heart warm.

She smiles and shakes her head. "No, it'll be OK in a moment..."

"Oh, it's OK, isn't it?" Asked Meng Yaodong.

Lan Lan nodded, "well, it's OK. Thank you for your concern."

Meng Yaodong smiles.