Meng Ze stuck his head out of the car window, looked hard, and after confirming that, he slapped the car door.

"That's right, real person! Hey, I said, Chen'er, you are not kind anymore. Why don't you say hello when you come back?"

"I'm not doing a surprise inspection?"

Yingchen leaned forward while laughing and joking, "Oh, the co-pilot didn't sit on his girlfriend?"

The action of leaning down shortened the distance between the two, and a light fragrance attacked. Li Kun’s eight winds remained motionless, and his brows closed with a very light brow.

Meng Ze laughed, "You are back, how dare you sit next to you?"

He said again: "I'll save a game for you, and tonight, call Zhao Zhao and the others. If you know you're back, these people will definitely be crazy."

Li Kun, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke: "Is it over?"

Move the car! Didn’t you see the way blocking the back?"

Meng Ze glanced at the door and showed his true feelings: "There is no car behind."

Li Kun's face immediately sank.

Yingchen heard the meaning of criticizing and scolding him, so he said nothing, opened the car door and got out of the car consciously.

She walked towards Meng Ze, "Change the time. I got off the plane in the morning and drove to the company for a day. I was tired."

Halfway through his words, Li Kun's black jeep was overwhelmed, making Yingchen's mouth full of dust with a "boom".

Meng Ze said meaningfully at the butt of the car.

Then I looked at Yingchen and carefully observed her reaction.

They grew up in a military district courtyard since childhood. They were genuine revolutionary children. They knew each other well. Not to mention their temper, their temperament, even those who ate braised pork at night could clearly understand it.

Not to mention the passion between Yingchen and Li Kun.

Meng Ze was the most versatile person in the business world, but at this time, he was cautious and did not dare to ask another word.

Fortunately, Yingchen was fine, and smiled and said, "Then I'll leave first, I'll have dinner another day, and I'll report to you 'work'."

Meng Ze shouted behind him: "Where to go?

I send you."

Yingchen didn't look back, so he raised his hand and shook it, "Go home to see the old man."

Yes, everyone has returned to the courtyard, so they must have gone home.

Meng Ze did not follow him again.

Seeing the car driving away, Yingchen stopped, turned around and changed direction.

She did not go home, but went to the apartment on Qiongyu Road.

This apartment was arranged by the group company and was clean and tidy. Yingchen packed up the luggage delivered the day before. After finishing his busy work, he looked at the time and it was only less than eight o'clock.

Just as I was idle, Meng Ze called, and the sound of the sound was shaking.

"Everyone has called you for you, I'll pick you up in twenty minutes."

The sound was too loud, Yingchen took the phone away a little, frowned and said, "Didn't you say that you should change the time?"

"You just said that you changed the time to have a meal. I was singing, it would be okay."

OK, it is reasonable and well-founded.

Meng Ze changed into a car at night, and the ice-blue BMW supercar was very consistent with his original slutty temperament.

Seeing Yingchen, Meng Ze got off the car and opened the door for her with a smile, and gave an exaggerated gentlemanly gift:

"Empress, please get in the car."

Hearing this familiar name, Yingchen smiled.

When they were young, their group loved to play on the yard behind the courtyard guards.

A group of naughty eggs almost started fighting in order to become emperors.

Later, Xiao Yingchen shouted, "I want to be the queen!"

That efficiency, I won’t fight anymore, my hands were honestly behind my back, shook my head wildly, and shouted in unison: “I won’t be the emperor anymore!”

Xiao Yingchen was shocked, his heart was injured, and his mouth was sagging and he cried.

Everyone started to coax her in a hurry again, but in the end Meng Ze was smart and took her a tall young man in military uniform from somewhere and asked, "Chen'er! Would you please let him be the emperor?"

Wow, this tall man looked inexplicably and looked indifferent, "I don't really want to do it."

I can't remember what happened later, I only know that Xiao Yingchen was laughed at.

Come back to the past, Meng Ze laughed and tapped the steering wheel with his fingers to the rhythm of the music, "You have arranged a role for me, do you remember?"

Yingchen: "Remember, the high-ranking official, the eunuch general manager."

Meng Ze: “…”

When I arrived at Baibing Hall, Meng Ze asked while parking: "Are you nervous?"

"Be careful there is a stone on the left."

Yingchen's eyes floated back from the rearview mirror before answering: "Don't be nervous."

Meng Ze turned the steering wheel straight: "Isn't you nervous when I meet anyone later?"

Yingchen glanced at him in disgust and pushed the door and got out of the car.

Baibing Hall is well-known. Unlike ordinary clubs, there are several private rooms that are not open to the public. They are named and exclusively claimed.

Two of them belong to Meng Ze.

After leaving the elevator, the lights began to shine, and layers of light slowly stacked up, pouring on the wall and shaking to the floor.

Yingchen stepped into this aperture and felt a little dizzy. She stood there and squinted her eyes.

Meng Ze was in front of him, unscrewed the door handle of the private room, and asked with a hint of intention: "Are you really not nervous?"

Are you not nervous when you see the emperor?"

The door was pushed open.

The bustling rushes out.

The people inside all turned around, with surprises, shouts, and whistles.

But Yingchen saw a wide back sitting next to the bar at a glance.

Seeing the movement, Li Kun followed the high stool and rotated over.

He was playing with a metallic lighter in his hand, and he supported his hands back on the edge of the bar. This action made his chest stretch and expand.

Two people looked at each other.

Yingchen didn't move his eyes, and Li Kun didn't admit defeat.

It was not until someone came to surround Yingchen, hugged and handed over wine that the stalemate was broken.

The bustling remains the same.

Li Kun got up and wanted to leave.

"Hey hey hey!"

Meng Ze dragged the person, "Give me some face, buddy!"

"I don't know you."

Li Kun had no good expression.

When Meng Ze heard this, he covered his chest and felt pain, "You made me very sad."

Li Kun had already walked on the road, and Meng Ze couldn't hold it back, so he simply used his ultimate move, "Tell me, are you scared?"

Sure enough, it stopped.

"Seeing Xiao Chen'er back, you..."

Li Kun glanced over with a sharp look, Meng Ze shut up tactfully, raised his hand and surrendered, "Okay."

He said again: "There are old friends inside. You have been in Afghanistan for two months. You are right to get together."

Li Kun showed no mercy and was straightforward, "I can't even call their names.

You kid, don't be smart for me. Next time I will use the reason I don't bring my wallet, so you can try it."

Meng Ze smiled and put his shoulders on his shoulders. The two walked forward, "Yes, yes, oh, don't try it."

Walk to the bathroom.

Meng Ze sent a cigarette to Li Kun, Li Kun lit it, and threw the lighter to him with his backhand.

Smoke rises.

Meng Ze asked: "Yingchen has just come back, why did you get on your car in the afternoon?"

Li Kun snorted coldly, and after a while, he let out a low voice, "The troublemaker."

Meng Ze didn't hear clearly, "What?

Disinfectant?

I understand, you two met when you were buying dishwashing detergent in the supermarket, right?

That's a coincidence! Oh no, why are you going to buy dishwashing liquid for if you have nothing to do?"

Li Kun: "..."

Meng Ze thought about it again and again and leaned closer, "I heard that Yingchen was transferred back by the group this time, and he probably won't leave in the future.

You and her."

Meng Ze glanced at his face before continuing carefully, "Even if there were anything before, they were all acquaintances, so there was no need to make it like an enemy, right?"
To be continued...