Chapter 280 Meng Yujiao

He smiled stiffly: "I just want to take the key on the table."

Xia Yansen took out the key from his pocket and shook it: "Brother Rong, you have found it. Let's go to the company now."

Rong Yan responded, but did not leave immediately. He walked up to Meng Yao and told him, "I'm busy with work today, and I may come back late. Don't wait for me to eat, don't skip meals. Wang Ma always eats according to nutrition. Don't be picky about the food cooked in the recipe..."

One after another, he slowly said the precautions one after another, as detailed and comprehensive as if exhorting a child.

This is a compulsory course before Rong Yan goes out, Meng Yao has long been used to it, she just nodded.

"Is there any gift you want? I'll come back and bring it to you."

He stretched out his hand and pinched a strawberry leaf from her hair. He raised his eyes and smiled: "Why are you so careless?"

Meng Yao looked at the handsome face at close range, and scolded herself inwardly, her appearance has become more and more strange recently.

She turned her face slightly stiffly, and smoothed the broken hair on her forehead: "I accidentally rubbed it just now."

Rong Rong's eyes lingered on the ring on her hand for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Is there anything you want?"

"I... want to eat hot pot."

"No."

"Didn't you say you could buy me a present?"

Rong Yan shook her head slowly: "You have eaten a lot of hot pot before, so give it up for a while."

"Jie..." Meng Yao moved her mouth, but finally said nothing.

Seeing her dejected look with her head down, Rong Yan felt both distressed and funny: "Jewelry, clothes, don't you want anything?"

Meng Yao shook her head indifferently: "I'm not interested in those."

He thought for a moment, then hugged Meng Yao gently: "Wait for me to come back."

Xia Yansen turned his head stiffly, unable to bear to watch this sweet and sour scene.

*
Today is a special day, the anniversary of Meng Yujiao's death.

Meng Yao rushed over after receiving Jiang Hongmin's call. According to the memory of the original owner, she needs to come to worship every year.Both Jiang Hongmin and Meng Yupu seem to be very persistent on this point.

Meng Yao and his party got into the car and drove to their destination.Regarding Meng Qingqing's matter, everyone kept silent in tacit understanding.

Jiang Hongmin took a good look at Meng Yao: "I've lost weight recently, did I not have a good rest?"

"No, I've been fine recently, don't worry, Mom."

White chrysanthemums express nostalgia and deep thoughts for the dead.

Meng Yao placed the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, and bowed respectfully.Her eyes inadvertently touched the photo on the tombstone, and she was slightly taken aback.

The person in the photo is about 20 years old. She smiles brightly, with sweet dimples on her cheeks, and her black hair hangs quietly on her shoulders.

Meng Yao narrowed her eyes slightly, and if she looked carefully, she would find that the facial features of the woman in the photo and Meng Qingqing were somewhat similar, but their temperaments were completely different.

With the sound of footsteps behind him, Meng Yao withdrew his gaze and took a few steps back.

Jiang Hongmin's gaze was both emotional and complicated, and after a while she sighed slowly.The only thing that comforted her was that Meng Yao's attitude towards Meng Yujiao was no longer pure impatience and disgust.

She blinked her eyes twice, and there were tears slowly falling down.

Meng Yupu patted her on the back reassuringly.

"I...I..." Jiang Hongmin still didn't say anything in the end.

Meng Yupu's eyes fell on the tombstone in front of him, his eyes were dull: "So it's been so many years..."

The atmosphere on the way back became visibly dull, and Meng Yupu and Jiang Hongmin were visibly depressed.

Meng Yao also sat obediently, but for some reason, she felt that the car turned in several directions, and stopped at a big shopping mall in the middle, as if she was hiding her whereabouts.

"Yaoyao, you don't know how much your aunt likes you. She often hugged you when you were a child, and she was reluctant to let go for a long time..." After Yu Bi, Jiang Hongmin choked up again.

Meng Yao hurriedly handed over a tissue: "Mom..."

Jiang Hongmin seemed to cry even harder.

Meng Yupu, who was sitting in front, turned around and sighed, "Hong Min, don't scare the child."

Jiang Hongmin tightly grasped Meng Yao's hand, saying incoherently, "I...I just feel a little emotional..."

She then emphasized: "Yaoyao, don't forget what I told you, don't tell anyone about your aunt."

"Why?" Meng Yao's eyes were slightly puzzled.

"Your aunt has been busy for half her life, now it's time for her to have a good rest, and don't let anyone disturb her purity."

Noticing Jiang Hongmin's persistent eyes, Meng Yao nodded.

*
Meng Yao didn't wait for the hot pot he was thinking of, but he did wait for Jin Yuzhai's cakes.

Meng Yao stepped forward quickly and said pleasantly, "Honey, you are so kind to me, I never thought you would bring me something to eat."

"You ate a lot of hot pot some time ago, let's change the taste this time."

"it is good."

There is no hot pot, and pastries are also good.

After dinner, Meng Yao told Rong Yan that she was going to join the group.

The other party was silent for a moment: "What kind of movie are you going to shoot this time?"

"Warm and healing."

"Are you the heroine?"

Meng Yao nodded.

"Is there a leading actor?"

She was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Of course..." Seeing the other party's uneasy expression, she suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth again: "Yes."

Rong Yan's face was originally stern, and he couldn't hide the sharpness when he lowered his face.Even at a short distance, Meng Yao still felt the slightest chill.It's not the cold feeling on the skin, but some kind of feeling.

He smiled slowly, but he couldn't see He Xu: "Oh... who is it?"

"He is an actor with very good acting skills..." After thinking for a while, Meng Yao decided to explain: "Actually, the selling point of this drama is family and friendship, and there is almost no element of love."

"I put it this way..." She smiled: "Can you understand?"

Rong Yan glanced at her indifferently, but the tight jawline gradually eased.

"It's a pretty good movie."

Meng Yao was almost amused by Rong Yan: "You really turn your face faster than you turn a book."

Rong Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not give any explanation.

*
On the third day of filming "Spring Island", everything was considered a success, and Meng Yao was already used to life here.

Rong Yan changed her usual short-talk style, and sent her a lot of messages every day, asking her about her health, and sharing some interesting things about her life.Meng Yao was surprised at first, but then she got used to it, and would tell the other party about her own affairs.

After finishing a shoot, Meng Yao put on a sun hat and walked towards the shade.

Seeing the familiar figure ahead, Meng Yao was really stunned for a moment.

(End of this chapter)

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