Yun Mengtian Baidu came out with a variety of answers, and she still carefully recorded it in her mobile phone notebook.
After searching for a long time, Yun Mengtian sorted out a recipe, then got up and went directly to the top-floor restaurant with his mobile phone.
She told the people in the restaurant in advance that at half past five, she prepared the dishes she wanted. Not only that, she also asked to make the soup in advance. The soup must be thick and the bones simmered.
After Yun Mengtian told this, she went downstairs to the room. This time, she didn't have insomnia. She set the alarm and fell asleep shortly after lying down.
When Yun Mengtian woke up again, he received a text message from Lan Mingsheng.
Lan Mingsheng: This is your new number. I ask Brother A Zhao what I want. I will send you the address. Come over and call me. Your mobile phone is this number!
There is a location address below.
Yun Mengtian looked at it, but didn't reply. He just got up to wash, and then went upstairs to get the food he ordered.
When Yun Mengtian took a taxi, Lan Mingsheng quickly came over to open the door. He was at the door and asked Yun Mengtian to record his fingerprints, and two talents came in.
Yun Mengtian saw him in a wheelchair and came out so fast, she couldn't help but said, "Why did you come out so soon?"
Lan Mingsheng smiled: "Knowing that you don't have the key, I came here to deliver the meal in the afternoon, so I didn't ask Brother A Zhao to help me sit somewhere else. Anyway, I just read a computer and read a book!"
Hearing Lan Mingsheng's words, Yun Mengtian felt a little uncomfortable, because he was about to come over, so he sat in the wheelchair all afternoon.
Yun Mengtian's face was a little uncomfortable, Lan Mingsheng still had an invisible smile on his face, as if he had always been like this.
Lan Mingsheng often gave Yun Mengtian an illusion, as if no one could let him change his color, and he would always be calm and gentle.
Even the occasional expression of surprise and grievance will give people a kind of illusion that he is not such a person.
Yun Mengtian thought that he had been hiding from Lan Mingsheng for more than three years, and now he was still coming up to deliver food to others, and suddenly felt a little aggrieved in his heart.
She took the supper and walked directly towards the house: "I brought the supper to you, you can eat it!"
Lan Mingsheng closed the door behind Yun Mengtian, sat in a wheelchair, and the wheelchair moved towards the dining table.
Seeing him always sitting in a wheelchair with limited mobility, Yun Mengtian couldn't help frowning: "It's not a way for you to be like this. You have to find someone to take care of you, even if you buy food, I can help you. , What about other things, what do you do when you go up and downstairs?"
Lan Mingsheng watched Yun Mengtian open the takeaway box, and said flatly: "I said before, I am not used to strangers appearing at home, and I have been living on the first floor recently!"
Yun Mengtian bit his lip: "Living on the first floor..."
She actually thought of a lot of problems at the moment. For example, the first two problems to be solved are going to the toilet and taking a bath. If there is no one to take care of them, how did he do these? Moreover, it would be inconvenient to move from a wheelchair to a bed. , Yun Mengtian really didn't know what problem Lan Mingsheng was struggling with.
Is it really just that you don't want strangers to show up at home
She thought for a while: "Then I'll find you a servant for our house, the kind of old man who has worked in our house for more than ten years, you have always met, and you are not a stranger!"
Lan Mingsheng didn't expect Yun Mengtian to say this. He paused with his chopsticks, and suddenly there was a mocking expression on his face: "Xiao Meng, are you so unwilling to give me food? For the first time, I just wanted to let someone take care of me, so I can’t wait to drag me down and change hands!"
Yun Mengtian was dumbfounded. She just felt that Lan Mingsheng was not used to having strangers at home, so wouldn't it be more convenient for her to find someone who is not a stranger to take care of Lan Mingsheng!
Lan Mingsheng's ridiculous tone now, what's the matter, she's kind of acting as a donkey liver and lungs for her feelings!
Although she was confessed three years ago, she didn't dare to refuse the move that she didn't dare to agree to. She was a little embarrassed. After hiding for more than three years, she still felt a little guilty when she saw Lan Mingsheng.
However, this does not mean that she can endure Lan Mingsheng's yin and yang expression.
She stared at Lan Mingsheng angrily, pulled a chair, and sat directly beside Lan Mingsheng, with a sneer: "Baby Lan, what do you mean, I want people to take care of you, and I want you to be more comfortable." , I still did something wrong. If you don’t want it, just say it, why be so yin and yang, I have a hot face and a cold buttocks, it’s my own passion, OK!"
Looking at Yun Mengtian who was suddenly angry, Lan Mingsheng squeezed his chopsticks tightly, his expression still did not change much.
It was just that when he heard Yun Mengtian shouting his nickname, he was a little embarrassed inexplicably, and when he heard the last sentence, his heart was a little itchy.
He looked at Yun Mengtian with the same smile on his face, and his voice was a little helpless: "Xiao Meng, I've grown up, you call my nickname like this, so I have an illusion!"
"What illusion?" Yun Mengtian looked at him in surprise, completely forgetting what he was still angry at.
Lan Mingsheng saw the girl’s emotions change so quickly, his smile widened: "It feels like you are still following my butt all day long, running around Shennong Manor, fearing that you might be lost, go. I was injured by a poisonous herb. Every time I had to be behind me, calling my nickname angrily, as if calling my nickname would relieve my qi!"
Yun Mengtian was a little embarrassed suddenly, because she did think so when she was a child.
She was a little embarrassed: "That's not because you didn't like people calling your nickname when you were young. Only by calling your nickname can you give me some reaction!"
Lan Mingsheng hooked his lips and smiled: "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I don't like other people's shouting. It doesn't really matter what you shout!"
Yun Mengtian blushed, and a little deer bumped into him in his heart. Is he teasing himself? How could this be so sultry, why do you want to say such a thing, obviously... He clearly said that he is suitable for her.
Can you say the same for people you don’t like
Yun Mengtian was a little confused and a little angry. She didn't understand how Lan Mingsheng could do this now, and said such words without any scruples.
Seeing Yun Mengtian lowered his head, Lan Mingsheng didn't speak, looking unhappy.
He raised his eyebrows and changed the subject: "Xiao Meng, you just said that you have a hot face and a cold butt. It really makes me sad. I feel that I am very hot all over. Really, do you want to Post it over and have a try?"
Yun Mengtian's face was completely red this time: "Lan Mingsheng, are you a gangster? Can you be more serious, we... Let's not make jokes, okay?"
Lan Mingsheng was crying when he saw Yun Mengtian's anger, so he shut up quickly: "Okay, I won't say anything, you must not cry!"
He didn’t want to make people cry when he first met. He hasn’t seen each other for more than three years. This meeting is a coincidence in the eyes of others, but only he himself knows how long he has prepared in advance and how it went. Kind of elaborate design.
He was holding the chopsticks, and his voice was a little helpless: "Xiao Meng!"
Yun Mengtian lowered his head and didn't look at him, Lan Mingsheng's smile faded away: "Yun Mengtian, what's the matter with you? Don't you want to pay attention to me?"
Yun Mengtian raised his head, and gave him a look so as not to be embarrassed: "It's you who didn't speak well!"
Listening to Yun Mengtian speaking like this, the corners of his eyes still had a faint red color, and the smile on Lan Mingsheng's face slowly recovered: "No, I just teased you. I didn't expect you to take it seriously, but, just now, you said If you do something passionate about yourself, I want to explain it solemnly. You are really not passionate about yourself. Your concern is very useful to me. To be precise, your concern is more effective than anyone’s relationship. I don’t dislike you. It’s unnecessary for someone to take care of me. I just don’t want anyone to take care of me. No one except you will work. I don’t want to take care of me even if it’s my parents. Do you understand?"
Yun Mengtian felt that the feeling of heartbeat came again, and it was still beating wildly.
She bit her lip and turned her face away, not wanting Lan Mingsheng to see her expression: "What are you saying, I don’t understand, and I don’t want to understand. Since you don’t want others to take care of you, don’t worry, I don’t. I'll find someone to take care of you again. Do whatever you want. For the sake of growing up together, I'll come and deliver you food until your legs are healed. Even if I can't come by myself, I will. Find someone to bring me here!"
Hearing Yun Mengtian's words, Lan Mingsheng's eyebrows jumped slightly: "Xiao Meng, don't do this, let someone else send it. If someone doesn't have fingerprints, I have to struggle to get into a wheelchair and open the door for someone! "
Lan Mingsheng said, his expression looked a little pitiful.
Yun Mengtian's heart softened subconsciously, but she didn't know whether this person really looked like this or pretended to be.
She felt a little confused, she said with a cold face: "Don't tell me, your legs are like this. You usually sit on the bed at home, or sit in one place, motionless, if you go to another place , Can't you go in a wheelchair?"
Lan Mingsheng was startled, but he did not expect that Yun Mengtian's thinking changed so quickly.
He bowed his head weakly, sullen vegetables, and ate silently, as if he didn't want to talk anymore.
Yun Mengtian squeezed her hand, feeling that her emotions just now seemed a bit too much, and she was a little soft-hearted: "I... I just said that, don’t take it to your heart, I know you might look like your legs. Not very convenient, but... But you don’t want someone to take care of you, I can’t help it!"
Lan Mingsheng was eating, lowered his head, silent, how could there be no way!
He said so clearly, except for her, he didn't want anyone to take care of him.
He was pretending to be so pitiful, even a bit despicable, but Yun Mengtian still didn't want to take care of himself.
Lan Mingsheng laughed self-deprecatingly, lowered his head to eat, feeling a little disheartened. He always felt that Yun Mengtian would take the initiative to take care of himself when he saw himself injured.