The time displayed on the screen was half an hour ago, when she should have been recording a program. Since she was not allowed to check her phone during the recording process, she only found this message now.
Meng Yao clicked on the message.
Just one sentence:
[When will you go home?]
There is an extra question mark compared to the previous style.
Meng Yao's fingers stopped on the screen, moving up and down a few times but she didn't know what to type on the keyboard.
What did Rong Yan mean? When did he become so concerned about his whereabouts
Meng Yao rubbed her eyes, looked at Guan Liang next to her, and asked, "Brother Liang, when are we going back?"
"Are you asking about the end of the recording?" Guan Liang lowered his head and looked at the time on his watch. He thought for a moment and said, "It's probably another hour. What's the matter? Is there something urgent?"
He regretted it after he finished speaking. What urgent matter could Meng Yao have? All she thought about every day was eating snacks and sleeping in. No matter how important the matter was, it was not a big deal to her.
Meng Yao pondered and said, "Yes, there is something..."
Meng Yao lowered her head and typed a few messages in the chat box.
[Hubby, do you miss me? It's only been a short while and you're already thinking about me like this. You're really becoming more and more dependent on me~]
[I’m still participating in the show, I probably won’t be able to have dinner, honey, you should eat first. I’ll be heartbroken if you miss dinner because you’re waiting for me~]
In fact, you can tell with just a thought that Rong Wei would never wait for you to eat.
[What time is it?]
To some extent, Rong Wei is a person who pursues absolutely definite answers and cannot tolerate any carelessness.
[It will take another hour and a half. Honey, remember to think of me. It’s another day of loving you~]
After replying these words, Meng Yao exited the chat interface.
Guan Liang stared at her with interest for a while: "Not waiting for a reply?"
Meng Yao raised her eyebrows: "Anyway, I've said everything I need to say. He usually likes to stick to me. If I leave for a while, he loses his appetite. This habit can't be changed."
Guan Liang only knew that Meng Yao's family was rich, but he didn't know who her husband was. Meng Yao had always been very taboo about this topic. It didn't seem like she disliked the other person, but more like she was gritting her teeth and was helpless.
"It seems that this person in your family is a little puppy!"
Little puppy
Meng Yao suddenly shuddered. A person with Rong Ying's personality doesn't look like a little puppy with wet eyes, who would act coquettishly and cling to others.
She coughed twice: "Ahem, that doesn't count..."
"Is that a wolf-dog?"
“Not really.”
Meng Yao put the phone back in her pocket: "He is not an easy person to get along with."
Guan Liang thought for a moment, and suddenly Xiao Song ran towards him.
Xiao Song's cheeks were sweaty and his face was red, as if it was caused by the running just now.
It seemed that he did not expect Guan Liang to be right next to Meng Yao. His movements slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the milk tea in his hand was quickly hidden behind him.
Guan Liang narrowed his eyes and turned to look at him: "I didn't assign you any work just now. What are you doing with your head sweating so much?"
"I, I... I just went to wash my hands."
Meng Yao knew why Xiao Song did this, but she felt that it was totally unnecessary. She stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the milk tea!"
Guan Liang was sensitive to these words and said in disbelief: "You want to drink milk tea so late at night?!"
Meng Yao raised her eyebrows, as if to say: What's wrong with that
Guan Liang had no way to deal with Meng Yao, so he looked at Xiao Song again: "If she wants to drink, you really buy it for her? Have you forgotten what I told you? Didn't I tell her to drink less of these high-calorie drinks? How much of what she can't eat did you buy for her when I was not around?"
Meng Yao never used rude threats. She liked to play psychological warfare and was quite good at talking. So it didn't take long for him to be won over by Meng Yao and start buying delicious food for her obediently.
This is not the first time.
In fact, thinking about it now, he feels a little regretful.
Meng Yao took the milk tea from Xiao Song. It was made with taro paste, which she liked.
"I asked him to buy it."
Guan Liang once again directed his anger at Meng Yao: "You can't eat like this anymore! If you're not fat now, who can guarantee that you won't get fat in the future? And eating these greasy foods all day is not good for your health..."
Meng Yao tore open the paper packaging of the straw, then inserted it into the milk tea and took a sip.
"Brother Liang, you rarely see me drinking this recently, right? Actually, I only drank it today. I hardly drink it normally. Drinking a cup of milk tea won't affect anything. I just drink it occasionally."
Guan Liang sighed: "You... Most of the time I don't know how to persuade you."
Meng Yao took advantage of Guan Liang's sharp tongue but soft heart. After spending some time together, Meng Yao discovered that when Guan Liang got angry, it was just thunder without rain. Although he roared loudly, the actual deterrence was not great.
Meng Yao took another sip and assured him, "It won't cause any trouble if I drink it once. It's okay. I'll just drink it this time and I'll drink less in the future."
*
Rong Yan's gaze rested on the screen, and his slender fingers rested on the lines of words.
He paused for an especially long time on the words "love you".
His eyes moved to Meng Yao's nickname again. She changed her online name to "A strange woman who likes to eat."
Rong Yan frowned unconsciously, and his fingers tapped the screen a few times, and the nickname changed back to: "Pretty baby".
His finger suddenly paused, unable to press the last button, and then he realized what a stupid thing he had done.
He threw his phone on the table, picked up the cigarette between his fingers and put it in his mouth.
He exhaled a puff of turbid smoke, but the depression in his heart did not dissipate much.
Rong Yan casually put out the tobacco in his hand, propped up his chin with one hand, and picked up the mobile phone on the table.
His eyes swept across the lines of text and then fell on the other person's smiling profile picture. His eyes moved, and finally he pressed the "OK" button.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Rong Wei restrained his expression and became calm again: "Come in."
Xia Yansen opened the door and walked quickly into the study. His hair was a little messy and he was wearing gray slippers.
Rong Yan paused: "Why did you come here like this?"
If he hadn't taken into consideration the other person's identity and temper, Xia Yansen really wanted to roll his eyes at him mercilessly.
"Brother Rong, what do you think? Who asked me to come here in the middle of the night? You have a driver, so why do you have to ask me?!"
"got used to."
Xia Yansen's eyes became a little complicated: "Are you used to it?"
(End of this chapter)