When Lynch died, Meng Hui's company had just been listed. At that time, Meng Hui was very frivolous and had a disagreement with Lynch on the company's operations. It gradually began to undermine Lynch's rights within the company. Lynch and Meng Hui

After a big fight in the backstage of his engagement ceremony, he grabbed the door and was hit and killed by a car when he went out.

The alliance set this offline plot to give Meng Hui, who was proud of the time, a wake-up call, and let him calm down and do his career down-to-earth. This is an important node for the character Meng Hui to complete the qualitative transformation.

System: "It has transformed, it has turned black."

Meng Hui's breathing was right in his ears, and the boy's breath was refreshing and clean, but Lynch clearly realized that the boy's body was Meng Hui, who was full of blackness, even if Meng Hui usually acted more

Like a boy, his bones were soaked in blood.

Only then did Lynch realize what the system said, "Meng Hui is much harder to deal with than Du Chengying."

A society ruled by law cannot tolerate such a male protagonist!

Meng Hui curled his lips and smiled, and gently pinched Lynch's slightly white face, "Just kidding."

Lynch shivered and wiped the place where Meng Hui pinched it with the back of his hand. Meng Hui was not very strong, and his face was still hot. I don’t know if it was scared or shy.

"Stop eating wontons, just put them on this day in a month," Meng Hui looked around, the living room was overturned in a mess, "Clean up, I'll take you to have a meal."

...

Lynch dragged his face and looked at Meng Hui's back line, feeling confused again. Is Meng Hui Schrödinger's mind?

French fries, fried chicken, burgers, coke, classic and familiar fragrance, there are many students in the store, and some with books, boys and girls sitting face to face, with shy and bright smiles.

Meng Hui came back with a plate, looked over with Lynch's gaze, and his eyes softened.

He still remembers that the first meal he had with Lynch was in a fast food restaurant. Lynch, who was covered in scars, had a thin little face cold, biting the burger hard, and tears wrapped in his eyes and stubbornly refused.

fall.

Meng Hui was thinking at the time, how could there be such a pair of big eyes like lake water, flashing and keeping in his heart.

Putting down the plate, Meng Hui's tall figure blocked Lynch's view of the young couple. Lynch tilted his shoulders, still looked at him with enthusiasm, and said excitedly: "Hey, those two seem to be from the class next to us.

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"Is that true?" Meng Hui divided the burger and placed it in front of Lynch, "I don't know."

"You hide in the class all day long, of course you don't know each other anymore." Lynch lowered his head and took the burger, smelled it, a hint of spicy taste, the taste he liked.

Meng Hui smiled faintly. He was not interested in making friends with children. Except for the one Lynch who had eaten salad sauce in front of him, he threw all his worries behind him.

Who made such a cute and lively Lynch become cold and guarded? It's so damn.

"You twelve dollars." Meng Hui said slowly.

"I'll invite," Lynch pointed to the plate in front of Meng Hui, "I promised today that I'll invite you all."'

Meng Hui smiled and raised his hand.

Lynch immediately hid back, looked left and right, and whispered: "There are so many people, don't touch my head."

"Who said I'm going to touch your head?" Meng Hui said carelessly.

Lynch took a bite of the burger and said in a smaller voice: "Not even the face."

He was like a little hamster who was only guarding, his round eyes flashed with a warning light, and he didn't dare to escape, avoiding the fingers that were stretched into the cage, and he could not hide, so he had to enjoy the caress of people. He was so well-behaved, Meng Hui

His eyes softened.

After eating a large plate of junk food, Lynch was both overwhelmed and satisfied, holding the ice cola and burping while sucking.

Meng Hui didn't eat much, just ate a hamburger and twisted a few French fries. He had no interest in these junk foods. His appetite for mouth was the greatest satisfaction in his previous life, and he was thinking about another bite.

"Okay, I'm done." Lynch put down Coke and took out his pockets, counting the banknotes one by one. He didn't move the money in the shoe cabinet, all the pocket money he saved usually. He counted it clearly, even the banknotes were steel and even the banknotes were covered with steel.

Put them on the table together, "For you."

Meng Hui glanced at the plain money in the stall, but did not refuse, and grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Then... are you back?" Lynch tentatively said, "There will be a monthly exam tomorrow, and I want to go home to review."

Meng Hui said suddenly: "Today is my birthday."

Lynch was stunned.

He had no idea about Meng Hui's birthday at all.

After holding it in for a long time, he said carefully: "Happy birthday to Brother Hui?"

Meng Hui's hands crossed and hung under the table. His short hair that was close to his scalp could grow a little longer this month, but he was still thick and hard, and his length was messy, making his temperament even more wild.

"Don't you have a gift?" Meng Hui smiled, and Lynch's familiar teasing attitude was also familiar.

Lynch rubbed the Coke cup with both hands, his eyes wandered and said, "I'm treating me."

Meng Hui looked at the pile of food waste in front of Lynch with a smile.

Lynch's face suddenly turned red, saying that it was a treat, and most of it was eaten by him. "What do you want? I have no money for the time being, I will save money to buy it for you."

Meng Hui said: "You can give the gift I want without saving money."

Lynch swallowed his saliva and did not answer the conversation.

Meng Hui said: "You are not allowed to refuse what I want to do next, it is a birthday gift for me."

Lynch lowered his head and whispered: "It depends on what's going on."

Meng Hui stood up directly, lifted Lynch's school uniform collar and pulled up the person. He leaned over and emitted a bad light in his eyes. Lynch's panicked face reflected in his eyes, with a threatening meaning: "You can't help."

...

"Is it heavy?"

"good……"

"Put some force on your hands."

"Stop trying," Lynch pulled Meng Hui's arm, avoided the salesperson's gaze together, and whispered, "What if it is broken?"

Meng Hui slid the schoolbag on his back with one hand, "What if you don't buy a stronger one, and the belt breaks like the one on the previous one? Holding it to school every day is like holding a child."

Lynch glared at him gently, raised his hand to put down his schoolbag, "Why are you buying me a schoolbag for your birthday?"

"You don't care." Meng Hui said lightly.

Lynch was so angry that he choked and hung his schoolbag back to the shelves, "I don't want it."

"I have to ask for it even if I don't want it," Meng Hui took it off again, "That's it, it's light and strong."

Lin Qi had already seen it when she was forcibly carrying her schoolbag by Meng Hui. The price of this schoolbag was 588. For Mr. Meng, of course it was a drop in the bucket. For Meng Hui now, it was a huge sum of money. Lin Yue'e was a month.

The salary is only 1,550, and a schoolbag of 588 is definitely a luxury item.

"I really don't want it." Lynch said anxiously.

Meng Hui lowered his eyes and glanced at him, "It's been a month since I was carrying that broken schoolbag, and I want to carry it until graduation?"

"My schoolbag is broken, I will change it myself," Lynch pulled the strap of the schoolbag in Meng Hui's hand, and his eyebrows were almost furrowed, "You put it back quickly."

"I really don't want it?" Meng Hui raised his eyebrows.

"No." Lynch said in a heavy tone, and hung up his schoolbag.

Meng Hui didn't force him anymore and hung up the latest schoolbag in his hand.

Lynch breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Hui turned around but took another schoolbag. Compared to the one that was spliced ​​with canvas and cowhide just now, what he was carrying was a very simple canvas schoolbag, "Then try this."

"I said I didn't want it anymore." Lynch avoided.

Meng Hui turned the price sign on his schoolbag, and the black number on the white sign was conspicuously written 188, "This is not expensive."

Compared to the exaggerated 588 just now, this 188 looks much better, but in fact it costs half the price, but in people's understanding of numbers, more than one hundred and more than five hundred are far behind. Meng Hui is in the business world.

After so many years, it was still okay to use such a little trick to coax the child, and Lynch half forcedly carried it on his back.

“This is not very good.”

In the mirror, the handsome and thin boy was carrying a light brown canvas schoolbag, his short hair was soft and his eyes were clear, and he looked like a good baby. On the contrary, the tall boy behind him looked like he was curled up on the street at any time, although he was wearing a school uniform, he looked like he was curled up on the street at any time.

A bad boy who got into a fight.

It is unexpectedly harmonious that the two people stand together one after another.

"That's it." Meng Hui patted Lynch on the shoulder.

Lynch said awkwardly: "Forget it, I..."

"Pay half of your money." Meng Hui waved his hand directly, the salesperson kept staring at him, and came over immediately, "I want this."

Until the time of paying the bill, Lynch was still muttering, "Why did you buy me a schoolbag on your birthday? I gave you fifty. I still ate half of the fifty miles by myself."

"Then why do you plan to give it to me?" Meng Hui took the schoolbag packed by the salesperson and stuffed it into Lynch's arms. His eyes flashed with the familiar light that Lynch wanted to tease people, "I promise me something again?"

Lynch hurriedly said, "No."

"That's it." Meng Hui rubbed Lynch's short hair, rubbed his hair, and walked out of the mall with the confused Lynch.

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To be continued...