surrender to her

Chapter 92

Their eyes met instantly.

In less than a second, He Liangchi withdrew his gaze and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

Not even counting.

Turn a blind eye, as if not knowing.

Meng Cheng's breathing was heavily stagnant.

She stood there stiffly, as if there were tens of thousands of catties of stones on her body, and she was about to be unable to hold on.

He judged her in the lowest possible way, no matter what other people think about what to do at the moment, the current self is just like them in his eyes, a gift to be offered.

Her eye sockets suddenly became astringent, and all the wine she had just drank turned into fire, burning in her stomach.

The scene suddenly froze, and everyone looked at each other speechlessly.

A few seconds later, Chen An still smiled and smoothed things over.

He waved his hand and made all the women in front of him retreat, "Apart from the celebration banquet today, it is mainly to welcome Mr. He. Everyone must have admired Mr. He's ability for a long time, and it is also to save face for Mr. Chen, so let's not talk about business for the time being. Business..."

Looking at the situation, several bosses put on smiling faces and agreed, for fear that it would be a trivial matter for a person to run away unhappily, and it would be difficult to deal with future business.

They are all smart people in the shopping malls, and it is impossible to let the air cool down if they have the opportunity.

No matter what the purpose was, those women stepped back in disappointment, and Meng Cheng was stunned, suddenly being bumped by someone.

The wine in his hand was poured out, and the person stepped on the high heels and couldn't stand still, and wanted to lean back.

Seeing this, Xiang Zhao, who had been standing beside He Liangchi, hurried to help him up, but Fu was the first to react.

Seeing Xiang Zhao's half-stretched hand, she glanced at him appreciatively, and nodded to him as a thank you.

A large piece of clothes was wet and stuck to the skin coldly. Meng Cheng looked up and saw the perpetrator pursed his lips proudly.

Signature short light brown hair, not long ago had seen the photo, Meng Cheng immediately recognized her - the female star who was robbed of the limelight by her.

"Are you okay?" Fu You frowned and asked in a low voice.

She also saw who it was, but she didn't make much noise here, and no one paid much attention to it, so she helped Meng Cheng go out.

Walking to the screen, Meng Cheng looked back, the man was still sitting there calmly, with a cold demeanor.

He wasn't looking anywhere.

Fu You pulled her out, looked back at the woman who was still smiling speechlessly, and scolded her: "It's not like you're so narrow-minded, no wonder you're ugly, this kind of person won't go far in the entertainment industry, sooner or later there will She is a good fruit to eat!"

Meng Cheng didn't care about these little tricks at all.

Sitting down at the starring table in the lobby outside, he wiped himself off with a piece of paper.

And at this moment in the room.

After a long time, He Liangchi looked away from the gap in the screen, his eyes were unpredictable.

Chen An, who had been thinking about him all the time, wondered, he was the one who insisted on letting a big producer of him bow down and cast himself in this small movie, and he was the one who insisted on letting Meng Cheng, an amateur from a small remote place, play the heroine... …

When he came in, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Meng Cheng, and he was also looking at Meng Cheng just now when people left, so why didn't he like it.

Isn't it interesting to others? ? ?

Xiang Zhao took a grape and ate it: Pretend, keep pretending, I'll see how long you pretend.

Chen Anzheng was puzzled, and the man in the chief seat spoke for the second time tonight.

He Liangchi cast his eyes on the woman with light brown short hair from afar, and asked without any emotion in his voice, "What's your name?"

Xiang Zhao: Yea, someone is going to suffer old crimes.

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As the celebration banquet drew to a close, Meng Cheng was absent-minded the whole time, and when he finally turned his gaze to the room again, Fu You couldn't help but ask, "Do you like He Liangchi's type?"

Meng Cheng turned his gaze and glanced at her lightly: "Yes."

Fu You: "..."

Both Xiao Ze and Xu Haoran were stunned.

"I didn't expect you to like that kind of iceberg tyrant... tsk tsk tsk..."

Meng Cheng got up: "Go to the bathroom."

"It's coming to an end, don't run around." Fu Youxin said that he really fucked the mother's heart.

Meng Cheng hid in the single room of the toilet, pressing his thin back tightly against the door panel to prevent himself from slipping down.

The protruding iron door lock hurt her a lot, but also made her extremely sober.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

A thought crazily drilled into my mind uncontrollably.

He Liangchi, forgot about her.

It is the most complete oblivion.

But she made that choice back then, isn't this the result she wanted?
He has his bright road to go, and she can't drag him down.

The fact came true, but when he stood in front of him again, his reaction was far more violent than imagined.

It's like sinking in the deep sea, and being entangled by vines spreading all over the body, suffocating, flustered and helpless.

Something dripped from my chin.

Meng Cheng wiped his face and found that he had already burst into tears silently.

There was movement in the cubicle, and within a few seconds, the sound of water flowing from the sink came, accompanied by the whispers of the two women.

"Hey, have you heard the inside news? There is a big guy in our clubhouse tonight."

"Just that Mr. He?" Her tone was a little uncertain.

"That's right. There are a lot of celebrities to accompany me."

"that……"

The speaker's voice was lower, but he could still hear it clearly in the empty bathroom, "Didn't you say that his mother's mistress is in charge, and he is the illegitimate child of the He family?"

"Shh..."

The voice paused, and after a while, "So what, look at the recent news, the He family will still belong to him sooner or later. Alas, the reception in his box tonight is considered lucky. There is no need to struggle..."

Another person sneered, and joked: "There are so many celebrities, what's the matter with us, and an illegitimate child has come to the current position, and the methods are so shameful, cruel and cruel."

There was a sudden click inside, and the two people who were talking were startled, their bodies shook, and they turned their heads to look inside.

A woman with the best figure and appearance came out of a single room, her face was cold and gorgeous, and she looked noble and extraordinary.

Meng Cheng walked to the sink and turned on the water valve. She took a cup of cold water and slapped it on her face, then took out one from the hanging paper box, and wiped her hands slowly.

Those hands were white, tender and slender, but if you looked closely, there was still a layer of thin calluses that hadn't been completely removed on the palms.

On his left wrist, he wore an exquisite bracelet watch, covering a fine scar.

Out of guilty conscience, one of the women kept looking at her through the mirror, and the more she looked at her, the more familiar she became, and she was startled.

Although she couldn't remember the name, she remembered a certain role played by Meng Cheng, the heroine of the movie at that banquet.

Meng Cheng wiped his hands, crumpled the paper into a ball, walked to the trash can next to the two of them, and threw it in.

"Give me a suggestion. For things like chewing people's tongues, it's best to chew something that you can afford to offend."

She was much taller than the two of them, squinting at the person in front of her, her gaze swept across the breastplate, "Otherwise you will look stupid."

"..."

After the people walked away, the two came back to their senses.

"She, who is she?"

Said the person who didn't recognize Meng Cheng.

The other person's face turned pale with fright, "A female star, maybe it's still..."

Needless to say, what swept over was fear.

Meng Cheng didn't go back to the box, she couldn't face it, just like back then, her first choice was always to escape.

Turning along the corridor, I found an open-air balcony. The cold wind dried the water droplets on my face, causing a tearing cold pain.

She was only wearing a single skirt, her skin was scratched by the freezing wind blade, but the blood all over her body was hot and agitated.

With her black hair raised, she looks desolate and beautiful in the dark night.

She leaned on the guardrail with her arms, her thoughts drifted, as if she had thought of everything, but she seemed to have remembered nothing.

I don't know how long I stood still.

She was about to go back, turned around, but unexpectedly bumped into that familiar yet unfamiliar gaze, and froze in place for an instant.

This corridor is remote and uninhabited, the floor and walls paved with pale yellow light veined marble are radiant, the light refracts brightly in the distance, but the light nearby is dim.

The man was leaning casually against the wall in formal attire, just a few meters away from her. He had stood there for an unknown amount of time. Maybe it was because his thoughts wandered into him just now, and she didn't notice his arrival.

He Liangchi was burning a cigarette that was almost to the end in his hand hanging by his side, the scarlet color was flickering and the ash fell off, and he stared at her faintly.

Say hello?what is it call?Chi?Or Mr. He?
Meng Cheng suddenly laughed at himself.

She is no longer qualified to be called Ah Chi, and the current President He may not like her.

Meng Cheng lowered his eyes, looked away, and left.

The crisp kicking sound of the stiletto heels stepping on the ground was clear, with a hint of haste to escape.

Unexpectedly, when she crossed the body with the man, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a lot of force.

The cold wind howling outside the balcony poured in violently, he squinted sideways, staring at her closely, his voice was a million times colder than the cold wind: "Pretend not to know?"

Meng Cheng's eyelashes trembled, and he met his gaze.

It seems to be him who pretends not to know him.

The bright light in her eyes that had been carefully held by him was wiped out, and the lifelessness and tranquility were like a thick needle stabbing hard into his eyes and piercing his brain.

He Liangchi's cheeks tensed, his anger surged up, his arm suddenly exerted force, and he pulled the slender and thin woman over, and slammed her against the wall fiercely.

"Five years."

"Five years."

He gritted his teeth and said it twice, as if he chewed up the syllables and spit them out.

"Meng Cheng, you still dare to come back, don't you?"

Meng Cheng's wrist was painfully clenched, but it was the dense pain coming from her heart that could really kill her.

She looked into his eyes, didn't speak, He Liangchi's eyelids were trembling, how much he hated her, hated her for leaving without saying goodbye, hated her for not coming back to him, hated her for not voluntarily confessing at this moment.

He couldn't get angry, and pressed his lips to bite.

Bad and savage, nothing but anger.

Meng Cheng endured quietly, and his eyelashes were slowly soaked.

a long time.

He Liangchi stopped, and after venting, his anger didn't decrease but increased, his eyes were blood red, he was almost crazy, he was completely different from the calm restraint who ignored her at the banquet.

"Meng Cheng, you fucking want to play me to death."

He growled in a hoarse voice: "When you come back, just be soft on me, even if you call me by my name again, I'll let you go, you didn't, you didn't!"

His final voice trembled, his head was lowered deeply, and he buried himself in the crook of her neck in despair.

The shoulders are wet.

Meng Cheng burst into tears, his throat was sore and choked, and his voice was also hoarse: "He Liangchi..."

"……Do you still like me?"

He remained silent, pinching her waist.

The two of them maintained this tight position for more than ten minutes.

Until at the corner at the end of the corridor, the footsteps of several people mixed together and Fuyou's voice sounded: "Meng Cheng?"

He Liang let go of her slowly, and wrapped her thin body with a large suit jacket.

Meng Cheng reacted slowly to the weight on her shoulders, and the familiar smell immediately enveloped her, lingering in her nostrils.

Like a long time ago, the white shirt he put on himself in his memory.

Just more alcohol and tobacco.

The hostility emanating from He Liangchi's body has subsided in the blink of an eye.

Before he left, he told her:
"You can go away and leave me if you make up your mind."

"I can not."

"So Meng Cheng, remember clearly that I cannot live without you from the beginning to the end."

(End of this chapter)