Meng Zhang sat in front of Meng Tinghuai, holding his mobile phone and constantly browsing the Internet.
The victim this time was special. He didn't seem to pay much attention to what happened online, but after finding out the truth about the incident, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Meng Zhang was excited here for a long time, but felt that there was no movement in Meng Tinghuai. He looked up and saw that Meng Tinghuai was supporting his chin with his hand and drinking a milk tea cup in his other hand.
Don't quite understand.
This guy has a deep and world-weary face that is mostly covered by a hat, but he actually likes drinking milk tea so much.
Very inappropriate.
"You are so old, but you still like to drink milk tea."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to find a girlfriend if you act like this."
"It's not good to eat too much sweet stuff, you know?"
Meng Tinghuai slowly raised his head: "No sugar."
Meng Zhang was stunned: "Don't tell me that the milk tea you drank before didn't have sugar?"
"No." Meng Tinghuai lowered his head. Is this strange?
Meng Zhang was speechless. He had never asked about this before and subconsciously thought that milk tea was sweet.
It's amazing that they have known each other for so many years, and Ah Huai always drinks from a milk tea cup. In fact, it is not real milk tea at all?
He suddenly felt deceived from the world.
"If there's no sugar, why don't you drink milk tea?"
Meng Tinghuai didn't mind Meng Zhang's tone, "I want to drink water through a straw when I'm thinking. It's a habit I developed when I was young."
"Isn't there milk tea in the milk tea cup?" Meng Zhang suddenly asked.
Meng Tinghuai: "Yes, boiled water."
Meng Zhang: "..."
"By the way, what's going on between you and that Boss Yan?" Meng Zhang changed the subject, "I went to your live broadcast room to have a look before. This Boss Yan is really spending a lot of money on you. As long as she is here, no matter who is on the other side.
, will definitely help you win the PK."
"Ah Huai, is this love...ah?"
"Someday we will make an official announcement to make the CP fans in your live broadcast room happy."
Meng Tinghuai raised his eyes and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "It would be unworthy of your talent if you don't write novels."
"Boss Yan is a serious person, she just wants to watch me play games."
Meng Zhang clicked his tongue: "Yeah, just watching you play games, I spent more than a million on you one night."
"No matter what, I think this is love."
Meng Tinghuai: "..." Can't understand.
"Isn't the platform going to hold an annual meeting? Will Boss Yan attend?"
"Will do."
There was something wrong in Meng Zhang's eyes: "Give me an invitation, I want to go."
"Didn't I send you one backstage?"
Meng Zhang touched his head in embarrassment: "I didn't pay attention, let me take a look." He logged in to his account and found an invitation in the background, and quickly clicked to confirm.
"By the way, the old man's birthday is in three months." When talking about this, Meng Zhang became more serious, "The old man's health is getting worse and worse, which is really worrying."
Meng Tinghuai's expression became more serious, and his body that had been lazily leaning on the chair straightened up: "It will be fine, he is only seventy-six."
"A person like him should at least live a long life." Meng Tinghuai's dull voice revealed a bit of blessing and expectation.
The two of them suddenly fell into silence, and it was Meng Zhang's cell phone ringtone that broke the silence.
"What did you say? Ms. Ye is looking for me? Okay, please transfer it." Meng Zhang covered the phone and whispered to Meng Tinghuai: "Ms. Ye from Spring Leaves is looking for me, and I'm being targeted.
"
Meng Zhang's expression was exaggeratedly happy, while Meng Tinghuai's face was still paralyzed and his eyes were staring at something blankly.