Zhou Hexuan slowly turned around, pressed Meng Xiaodong's shoulders with both hands, and sighed: "Hey, why are you doing this?"
"I'm not bitter," Meng Xiaodong raised her head, looked at him openly, and said with a smile, "In today's world, it is rare to meet a man who can be entrusted to you for the rest of your life. Now that I have met him, I will not let him go.
of."
"I'm not worthy of trust either. I'm actually a hypocrite." Zhou Hexuan smiled bitterly.
He was indeed very hypocritical. Although Zhou Hexuan had been distant from Meng Xiaodong's friendship, he never rejected her face to face. Later, he even enjoyed the ambiguity and the admiration of a beautiful woman for him.
Meng Xiaodong shook his head and said: "There are too many hypocritical people. They all act like they are singing a big show, wearing facial makeup and masks, making it difficult for people to distinguish between true and false. Compared with those people, Brother Zhou, you are aboveboard enough. At least you are still
Will admit his hypocrisy."
Zhou Hexuan told the truth: "I am in love with a Miss Zhang from the south, did you know?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Meng Xiaodong didn't care about this and thought it was normal.
"Aren't you jealous at all?" Zhou Hexuan found it difficult to understand Meng Xiaodong's thinking.
Meng Xiaodong said in a helpless tone: "I'm just a low-level actor, how can I be jealous? If you look at the drama, only talented men and beautiful women are suitable for each other. As for prostitutes and actors, those who fall in love will inevitably end up miserable, so they can be content as concubines.
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Meng Xiaodong is not willing to be humble, but she sees the world very clearly.
A famous performer like her in the opera house has surprisingly high horizons, but her status is surprisingly low. They look down on mediocre men, and look down on celebrities and talented people. They are just trying to make fun of the situation. There are only two endings, one is to find a fellow singer to marry.
Secondly, they work as concubines for the rich and powerful warlords, and they don’t even have a share in filling houses.
As for Yuan Shikai's Aunt Shen, she was born a famous prostitute and held the title of "Queen". That kind of example cannot be regarded as common sense.
Seeing Meng Xiaodong's pitiful appearance at this time, Zhou Hexuan felt a little distressed. He hugged her and comforted her: "Don't feel sorry for yourself. You are very good. How many people in the theater are crazy about you every day. Let's just say Wanrong, she watches you sing.
When I saw it, I was so excited that I stood up and shouted."
Meng Xiaodong laughed self-deprecatingly: "I can shine on the stage, but if I leave that stage, who will look at me seriously?"
"Okay, don't do it to yourself." Zhou Hexuan patted her vest and said.
Meng Xiaodong said seriously: "Anyway, I am committed to you for the rest of my life. If one day you lose your heart and leave me behind, you can only blame me for my bad fate."
"Are you irritating me?" Zhou Hexuan felt a little funny.
"I'm just irritating you, what's wrong?" Meng Xiaodong asked angrily.
"Don't regret it?" Zhou Hexuan asked again.
"What's there to regret? I'll give you everything tonight, and you can do whatever you want from now on."
As she spoke, Meng Xiaodong unbuttoned her coat and gradually took off her coat, revealing the vest underneath. When the vest was removed, there was another silk corset, which was wrapped so tightly that the ribs were deformed.
Looking at the half-naked snow-white skin, Zhou Hexuan's whole body felt hot, he began to have normal physiological reactions, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
But when Meng Xiaodong untied the corset, Zhou Hexuan's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "It's so big! It's so flat, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Meng Xiaodong rolled her eyes at him and said, "How can I sing Laosheng if I don't get a little flat?"
Zhou Hexuan told him, "Don't bother me anymore. This is good."
"Do you like big ones?" Meng Xiaodong asked with a smile.
"I went to the south this time to appeal for grandma-ism." Zhou Hexuan briefly explained what he did in Shanghai.
"It seems that you are not serious," Meng Xiaodong laughed and scolded, "What are you doing in a daze? Everyone has already taken off their clothes!"
Zhou Hexuan picked up Meng Xiaodong and hurried to the big bed. As for Zhang Leyi, write a letter tomorrow to explain the situation. If the other party can't accept it, then break up peacefully. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain, and the biggest thing is to continue to hide it.
Fortunately, nothing happened between them.
A night of spring breeze is indescribable.
When Meng Xiaodong woke up in the morning, she no longer tied her chest and put on a new C-cup bra.
Zhou Hexuan went to work in the newspaper office, while Meng Xiaodong stayed at home alone. She regarded herself as the hostess and took away all Liu Wu's work. She was busy cleaning and tidying up the room all morning.
Wanrong came to visit in the afternoon and invited Meng Xiaodong to go shopping together. As soon as they met, she realized something was wrong. Wanrong asked curiously: "Xiaodong, you look different today."
"Why is it different?" Meng Xiaodong asked with a smile.
"It's just that... the whole person looks radiant and energetic." Wanrong described.
Meng Xiaodong's face was filled with a happy smile, and she pursed her lips and said, "Don't you ever have such a time?"
"When?" Wanrong didn't understand the meaning.
"When we first got married, it was the bridal chamber." Meng Xiaodong said.
Wanrong looked confused and asked, "What happened in the bridal chamber?"
"Oh, it's the bridal chamber." Meng Xiaodong was a little shy and found it difficult to say this.
Wanrong still didn't understand: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Meng Xiaodong was surprised: "You haven't done that kind of thing with Puyi?"
"What kind of thing?" Wanrong was even more confused.
Meng Xiaodong held his forehead and didn't want to pay attention to this curious child anymore, so he made some random remarks and went shopping.
After going out for a long time, Wan Rong suddenly remembered the teachings of the nuns in the palace before she became queen. After she realized this, her face looked a little ugly, and she no longer even thought about shopping. She looked like a girl who had been abandoned by her lover.
As for Zhou Hexuan, he brought the drawings of "The Wanderings of Sanmao" to the editorial department. Shen Congwen, Li Shoumin, Zhu Xiang, Zheng Zhengyin and others read it and were full of praise.
Shen Congwen inquired curiously: "This comic is well versed in the sufferings of the people. The painting style is fresh and natural, and the plot is humorous. I wonder which famous artist it was written by?"
"You must have never heard of it." Zhou Hexuan smiled.
"Is it an unknown painter?" Shen Congwen said.
Zhou Hexuan said: "Look at the author's name yourself."
Shen Congwen looked down and saw two author signatures, namely "Miss Guo" and "Mr. Zhou".
"Female?" Shen Congwen asked in surprise.
"It's a woman." Zhou Hexuan smiled.
"That Mr. Guo, isn't it you?" Shen Congwen asked.
"It's me," Zhou Hexuan explained, "I'm responsible for writing the story, and she's responsible for drawing the comics."
Zhu Xiang suddenly came over and interjected: "Invite Miss Guo out someday. I want to meet her."
"It depends on whether she is willing," Zhou Hexuan said with a smile, "I plan to expand two pages specifically for comic strips. Anyone who knows Mr. Feng Zikai can write to him to request manuscripts."
