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Chapter 251 Meng Hong's Painting
Sunshine Famous Mansion, Meng Hong has been back to the villa for two hours, and the shadow of Jiang Chuxiang still keeps appearing in his mind.

At noon in summer, inside the archway at the entrance of the hospital, there were two girls in holy white coats.

Obviously it was just a casual glance at the time, but now that he thinks about it, all the details are vivid in his memory. He can remember that when the girl slowly looked over at him, her slender eyelashes were opened, and her moist almond eyes were filled with light.

And when she smiles, the curvature of her lips.

And the cheeks that were pushed up when she sucked the lollipop.

The wind blew her, and a few strands of untied hair fell down and were blown against her cheek by the wind.

And the sycamore tree with swaying leaves behind.

It was a hot summer day, and today was the only cloudy day. However, he clearly felt that the dark clouds above his head had been torn apart, a hole had been opened, and a ray of light was leaking on her body.
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After being in a daze for a while, Meng Hong stood up from the sofa, went to the storage room behind the living room, found out the drawing board and oil paints, pushed aside the script and notes on the tea table, put the paint plate on, set up the drawing board, Draw up.

The brush moves gently under the hand, the paint spreads out, the gray sky, the green tree shadows, the white figure, like a ray of light, the girl who only saw it at a glance gradually reappeared under the hand.

With a fair face, a straight nose, and starry eyes, the light shines brightly when he smiles.

Meng Hong painted for a long time until the sky darkened.

It was already raining lightly outside.

Rainy evenings always come very early.

The house without the lights turned on is already dark inside. Meng Hong's painting has been finished, but his thoughts are still lingering on the girl in the painting.

She seemed to have a light of her own, even in a dark environment, he could still see her through the drawing board.

Footsteps were heard outside, the doorknob was turned, and someone entered the house.

Suddenly the light was turned on, and the light was bright, shining on the man sitting in the living room.

Meng Hong seemed to be unaware of the changes in the outside world, and he was still sitting with his left hand resting on his chest and a paintbrush in his right hand. The crystal light above his head cut the shadow of his face almost perfectly.

Manager Shao Huaihui walked in with a raincoat, "Brother Meng." He said softly, "Are you painting again?"

"En." Meng Hong put down his brush and closed his eyes.

"How's your throat?"

"It's much better." Meng Hong leaned on the sofa, raised his left hand, and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

The lollipop relieved the discomfort of the throat to a great extent, and now there is no dry and hot uncomfortable feeling, but the recovery of the voice line is not so smooth, there is no problem with normal speaking, but if singing, some The treble can't go up, the bubble sound and smoke voice can't be played.

In other words, he was still unable to hold a concert.

Shao Huaihui glanced across the drawing board, Meng Hong's painting skills are good, although the scene is a bit hazy, the girl standing in the middle is very beautiful at first glance.

"Is this the girl that Xiao Fang said gave you the lollipop?"

Meng Hong nodded his head, the whole person is still in a free state.

Shao Huaihui sat down next to Meng Hong, with a hesitant expression, he naturally did not believe that a lollipop would have such a great effect, "Why don't you lip-sync."

Pre-recorded songs are played at concerts, and singers only perform lip-syncing on the spot, which is actually quite common in this industry.What's more, it's Meng Hong's physical condition and he can't speak, so he has to use this method as a last resort, which is completely different from some singers who have poor singing skills and can't control their breath on stage.

Meng Hong didn't take it seriously at all, and breathed out his nose, "Fake singing, huh. Don't say I don't like this kind of method, do you think Qiu Haitao won't destroy it on the spot? If he makes an accident, the microphone is not turned on, or the music suddenly interrupted."

Hearing this, Shao Huaihui also took a deep breath. Qiu Haitao dared to poison him in order to force Meng Hong to speak for him, and even asked Tang Jiling to pay nearly one billion in liquidated damages. Unless Meng Hong bowed his head, Qiu Haitao would definitely be in the concert No matter what method Meng Hong uses to cause damage at the scene, Qiu Haitao will definitely not let Meng Hong's concert go smoothly.

Shao Huaihui was speechless, silent for a while, and put the lunch box in his hand on the messy coffee table. "Eat first? I packed some food for you."

Meng Hong didn't move, obviously he wasn't in the mood to eat either.

However, Shao Huaihui still helped Meng Hong tidy up the paint spread on the tea table, took out the lunch box, opened it, "We still have to eat."

The phone on the coffee table rang.

Shao Huaihui picked it up, "Hello."

Fang Yugan called, saying that he followed Wu Shaohan and Mr. Wu, and was drinking at the "Light and Shadow Bar" at the moment.

Hearing that, Meng Hong stood up, "Go, go and have a look."

He meant to work hard from Wu Shaohan's side, because Weiguang Entertainment is a company under Weike, and the president of Weike is Wu Shaohan. If Wu Shaohan can intervene in this matter, there is still room for it.

Last time, Meng Hong dragged Mr. Tang to give Wu Shaohan a word, and it didn't end well. However, he has been sending people around to inquire about Wu Shaohan's whereabouts. Maybe he can talk to Wu Shaohan himself, and it will make sense.

He went upstairs, took a quick shower, changed into a business-style camel shirt and trousers, and went out with Shao Huaihui.

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The light in the box was a bit dim, and there was an empty red wine bottle on the table, and another half-drunk bottle of red wine.

Wu Shaohan was already drunk, but he was usually dull. After he was drunk, he sat on the sofa with his arms folded, his face seemed to be more gloomy, and Jiang Chuxiang's bright smile kept turning in his mind, and his gentle , Stunning, even with a bit of sarcasm after the divorce, he kept pouring wine into his mouth, trying to wash away that bright face in his mind, but failed.

When Fang Zuan came, he saw this scene, and was immediately happy, "No way, Wu Shaohan, the matter of using wine to drown your sorrows will also happen to you?"

In Fang Zuan's impression, Wu Shaohan is a desperate workaholic, cold and indifferent, rational and realistic, unless it is a business meeting, if he has to, he will not drink.Usually nothing can arouse his emotions.

Today, probably the sun came out from the west.

Oh, there is no sun today, it is a rainy day.

Fang Zuan grabbed his suit and trousers, sat down opposite Wu Shaohan, and felt a little funny looking at him. "What hit you, Wu Shaohan, I read the news, that person didn't propose to Jiang Chuxiang."

Fang Zu'an could tell that something was really wrong with Wu Shaohan after the divorce.

He wants to say that he has feelings for Jiang Chuxiang, but every time he sees her, he always looks impatient; but if he wants to say that he has no feelings, as long as he meets Jiang Chuxiang, his emotions are not right. Worry is coming.

Wu Shaohan raised his eyes, looked at Fang Zuan coldly for a while, and then he said, "I'm getting married——she's not the one I love."

(End of this chapter)