Meng Tang was returning home from the museum and happened to meet Meng Jingfan who was in a hurry.
"Why are you going?"
"Looking for Xiaoyu, but I haven't come back yet."
Speaking, Meng Jingfan was about to cross Meng Tang, but she raised her hand to stop him.
"Mom?" Meng Jingfan frowned.
Frowning, "I'm just worried about her. She looks smart and shrewd, but she's actually quite stupid. She can fool anyone."
"Meng Jingfan, why do you care about Xiaoyu now?"
"Why do you ask that?" Meng Jingfan frowned, "Could it be that since she fell in love, I will never have anything to do with her?"
Zhang Yan and Meng Tang were familiar with each other. After saying hello, he turned to Meng Jingfan and stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Zhang Yan. You are Xiaoyu's brother Jingfan, right?"
Meng Jingfan glanced at Cheng Yu: "Your boyfriend?"
"Uh-" Zhang Yan was stunned.
"Yeah." Cheng Yu nodded first.
Then the air fell into an eerie silence.
Meng Jingfan smiled: "You are quite handsome, how long have you been dating?"
"Not long." Cheng Yu said, "less than a month."
"Oh, congratulations." Meng Jingfan said.
"Thank you."
Meng Tang took Meng Jingfan's arm: "Go back and give them time to say goodbye."
Meng Jingfan and Zhang Yan nodded slightly, turned and walked up the steps.
Only Cheng Yu and Zhang Yan were left in front of the house. Zhang Yan looked at Cheng Yu without hesitating to speak.
"Sorry, I blocked the gun with you." Cheng Yu said frankly.
Zhang Yan laughed: "I guessed it, but can I know the reason?"
"You know that I recorded a variety show with Meng Jingfan. We have a lot of CP fans, so...it's a bit troublesome. You also know my identity..."
Zhang Yan nodded: "I understand your difficulty. I don't mind if you use me to block the gun. It's just a pity. It would be better if you were really my girlfriend."
This was the first time Zhang Yan clearly expressed such an idea. Cheng Yu raised his eyes and asked him: "Do you really like me?"
Zhang Yan nodded: "I don't really like it, but I have a good impression. I prefer this slow process. People nowadays do everything too fast, and marriage is a lifelong matter. I don't mind taking it slowly."
Cheng Yu avoided his open gaze. It would be great if she liked him too.
How about trying to talk about it? Emotions can also be cultivated.
"How about..."
"Don't." Zhang Yan stopped, "I know what you are thinking, I said I don't mind, let's take it slow."
Cheng Yu had to give up the idea of "cultivating feelings", she sighed. : "Then I won't see you off."
"Okay, good night."
"Good night."
Cheng Yu returned to the courtyard and subconsciously glanced at Meng Jingfan's room. The lights were on. At this point, he was either watching movies or playing games.
The window was suddenly opened. Meng Jingfan leaned on the window and asked her, "We've been talking for a month, and you're not interesting enough."
Cheng Yu smiled but said: "It's not stable, so I didn't say anything."
"Oh, so if I don't meet you tonight, you might as well not say anything."
"Maybe I will ." Cheng Yu looked at him, "It's impossible to hide it all the time."
Meng Jingfan nodded: "Do you like him?"
The word "like" stuck in his throat, does she like it? Of course she doesn't like it, even Zhang Yan knows it.
It would be enough to tell a lie, but Cheng Yu couldn't say it.
She added: "It doesn't matter whether you like it or not, only the suitability is important."
"Like is the most important thing." Meng Jingfan corrected her, "Suitability is just an excuse to deceive oneself and others."
Meng Jingfan couldn't imagine living with someone he didn't like for the rest of his life.
Life is short, and it is suffocating to think about facing a pool of calm water with no fluctuations all your life.
So he didn't understand what Cheng Yu said about being suitable. In his opinion, Chu Yin and Wei Lifeng were not suitable, Wei Siyuan and Zhao Shubai were not suitable, Wei Chuan and Meng Tang were not suitable...
He suddenly wanted to be "suitable" for her, Wei Chuan really didn't understand.
In her opinion, Cheng Yu lacks nothing. Even if he falls in love and gets married, he still has to find someone he likes.
"I'm different from you." Cheng Yu said.
Meng Jingfan looked back at her: "What's the difference? My mother treats you the same as she treats me."
"It's still different." Cheng Yu said, "My attitude towards Master cannot be as natural as yours."
h "You haven't considered yourself a Meng family member for so many years?" Meng Jingfan was a little incredible.
"Don't misinterpret my meaning." Cheng Yu said, "I will always have a responsibility to Master. This responsibility is the level that Master expects me to achieve in this industry, so I can't be righteous. You might as well think about it from another perspective, is it possible for Master to treat you better and you can be unscrupulous?"
Meng Jingfan frowned.
"Okay, I'm going back to my room to sleep, you should go to bed early."
Meng Jingfan hesitated to speak, and finally watched her disappear from the courtyard.
Early the next morning, Meng Tang and Wei Chuan got up early.
Meng Jingfan took the car keys: "Mom and Dad, let me take you to the airport."
Today they were going to pick up Wei Yunzhou abroad. Meng Jingfan actually didn't agree with them going back and forth, but Wei Yunzhou was a cold-faced boy with an awkward personality, but he was secretly happy when faced with the love of his parents. Wei Chuan had already figured out his character, and he had to be satisfied every time, otherwise Wei Yunzhou would be cold-blooded when he came back and make you guess around him.
This guy is full of pettiness.
Arrived at the airport in the next city, Wei Chuan told Meng Jingfan: "You and Xiaoyu are the only ones left at home these days. Neither of you know how to cook. You go directly to the restaurant. Don't go toe-to-toe with her. How old are you? You are still a man after all. Do you know?"
"I never gave in." Meng Jingfan muttered, "Hurry up, I'm going back."
Wei Chuan and Meng Tang got out of the car, and Meng Jingfan drove back.
When he came back, the pot was cold and the stove was cold, he stared at Cheng Yu with his dark eyes: "Where is the rice?"
Cheng Yu pointed to the trash can: "There."
Meng Jingfan looked over suspiciously, and saw a dark, shapeless substance lying quietly in the trash can.
“What did you do?” Meng Jingfan asked, holding back a smile.
"Fried fish cakes." Cheng Yu replied expressionlessly.
Meng Jingfan stood up and squeezed her away: "Wait a moment."
"What are you doing?" Cheng Yu looked at him in surprise, "You know how?"
Meng Jingfan found pasta from the storage basket and said, "This is easy to make, just boil it and mix it. I made it on the set."
Cheng Yu stood aside, his stomach growling for a long time.
“You’re stupid, why don’t you order takeout?” Meng Jingfan was speechless.
"I don't like eating."
"Haha, you are not qualified to dislike takeout."
Cheng Yu rolled his eyes at him: "It's better to go out to restaurants these days, you can't eat pasta every day."
"Okay."