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"What do you want to know?"

It is very tiring to speculate on a person's mind, Meng Ya has no strength to go around in circles anymore, everyone is on the same track, going straight to save the time of beating around the bush.

"Well, I won't hide it from you. I met Brother Xiang that day, and he let me know the truth that you didn't want to tell me."

Mengya put down the magazine in her hand and sat up straight. Her expression was hidden, and she couldn't see much reaction, but in fact, the surprise and uneasiness in her heart came out at the same time, which made her feel flustered and didn't know what to do. how to respond.

What is the so-called truth? Several versions of the story popped up in Mengya's mind, wondering if Yue Tianxiang would come out or betray his friend?

"I sense you're a little nervous, are you worried that I'll find out about you?"

Mengya looked at Yuan Yifan and continued to remain silent.

Thinking back calmly, I have never done anything unspeakable. This woman Yuan Yifan is as cunning as a little fox. Judging by her usual performance, I can only know that her EQ is not very high. As for how much weight her scheming has .

Always pretending to know everything, making people think she knows everything, and then telling her everything she didn't know. This trick is almost useless on Ren Jianming, but that man always I was fooled, but Mengya saw clearly from the perspective of a bystander, so that she would not fall into the trap set by this woman.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you know I can't betray my friend, I have my reasons."

Yuan Yifan also knew that it was not so easy to calculate a woman like Meng Ya who was as shrewd as a goblin. A tactic that was obviously effective was no longer effective when used on this person.

"I apologize for my bad attitude to you before, and blame me for not getting it right and convicting you."

Yuan Yifan didn't dare to startle the enemy, and adopted the method of taking retreat as an advance, first bringing up the topic step by step, and when he caught the opportunity, he had to use his confession to reveal it.

"It's good that you can understand. As for whether brother Xiang is your true son, it depends on how you judge."

Mengya still couldn't figure out how much Yuan Yifan knew the truth, so she could only give him some hints, but what Yuan Yifan cared about was not the man's business, after a long time, the two still couldn't tune to the same channel.

"I don't know how to explain this to you, but some things are not what you think they are."

This helpless tone sounds as if there are many stories behind it, but Mengya still feels suspicious in her heart, and still can't understand this woman's tricks.

It was not easy for the two people who had a bad relationship at one time to open up their hearts and chat together like they are now. Yuan Yifan didn't want to continue playing hide-and-seek on the topic, so he changed the topic to a homely one.

"By the way, do you know a female artist named Zheng Xijie?"

"Zheng Xijie..., Zheng Xiyi?"

This name is not unfamiliar at all, it's just that it rarely appears in the contact list of the mobile phone.

"Zheng Xijie's original name is Zheng Xiyi. It seems that you not only know each other, but also know each other very well."

"She was my elementary school classmate, and then she left the US to study in Korea, and we didn't get in touch until recently after she became an artist."

Mengya mentioned this person's name for no reason, and Mengya didn't expect Yuan Yifan to know her, so she narrowed her long and narrow eyes and cast a questioning look on Yuan Yifan's face, trying to see what she was selling in her gourd. what medicine.

The sharp eyes seemed to pierce the skin, drill into the flesh and flow into the blood, seeing Yuan Yifan's whole body thoroughly, which made her shiver uncontrollably.

"She said that the next role she will play is a painter, and she wants to know more about painting. I don't know any painters, so I want to ask if you have any painter friends."

He was clearly speaking the truth, but why did he feel more guilty as he spoke.

It's not that Meng Ya is suspicious, but this kind of coincidence is very similar to the clip where the hero suddenly appears every time the heroine is in danger. It feels a bit too deliberate, but this possibility cannot be completely ruled out.

Anyway, sooner or later it will be discovered, and deliberately concealing it will make people feel like they are trying to hide it. After all, there are two close women everywhere, and Mengya is not afraid of being discovered by Yuan Yifan about her relationship with Enyan.

"I just signed up to learn painting not long ago, so I also met this painter teacher. The teacher is not only young and beautiful, but also has a gentle and elegant personality, which is quite pleasing. She and I have become good friends because of this. If you ask me I would, of course, recommend her highly.”

I have to admire this woman's wisdom, she made their ambiguous relationship like ordinary good friends in a few words lightly, and Yuan Yifan couldn't find any flaws in this sentence.

"Then can you help me ask your painter teacher when is it convenient to meet?"

Before she could answer, the screen of the phone next to Meng Ya suddenly lit up.

Mengya looked like she had been expecting it for a long time, and she couldn't wait to pick up the phone and open the message. When a woman couldn't hide the sweet smile at the corner of her mouth at an inanimate thing, Yuan Yifan, who is also a woman, naturally understood What kind of mood is this.

"I won't chat with you anymore. I have to go first. I'll arrange the meeting later."

She neatly folded the books moved out from under the round table two or three times and put them back in their original place. Seeing that her eagerness to leave was stronger than that of a wanderer returning home, Yuan Yifan's heart also turned cold.

"Have a nice trip."

Meng Ya hurriedly got up and walked past Yuan Yifan, and walked away like a gust of wind. What Yuan Yifan smelled was not only the smell of perfume, but also a scent of happiness drifting through the air. On the other hand, looking at his mood at the moment, he was only disappointed. Precipitation, a feeling of depression welled up, making her unable to be happy at all.

The temperature has begun to rise slowly, and the cool breeze is blowing, and the mood is as good as the neither hot nor cold weather. Every picture that comes into view looks very pleasing to the eye, and the steps under the feet are very brisk, walking Even the body has a feeling of lightness.

Before arriving at the gallery, I saw a fair-skinned, eye-catching woman like a luminous body on the pedestrian street, walking towards Mengya step by step with a sweet smile. Her body exudes a pure Beauty is like the incarnation of an angel. Seeing her seems to see hope, and people unconsciously raise the corners of their mouths and smile from the bottom of their hearts.

"I said I'm here to pick you up, why don't you wait for me in the gallery?"

A woman who is always in high spirits is always full of positive energy. No matter how tired she is at work all day, Enyan feels recharged as soon as she sees Mengya.

"Can't wait to see you, so I came down first."

This is actually the truth, if you don't have the courage to say it normally, but Enyan didn't expect that she would blurt it out so naturally.

"My God, I heard it right, can you say what you said just now, let me record it and listen to it every night before going to bed."

I have known this woman for a while. Apart from being slow, she also maintains the shy culture of the oriental people, especially in terms of speech. The performance at this moment is a breakthrough from the tradition, and Mengya sees a different Enyan. .

"Let's go, don't make trouble, you are flying tomorrow, you have to go home early to rest if you are full."

This woman's sensibility only lasted for three seconds at most before she let her rationality interfere, her feet just left the ground in such a blissful mood that she fell down from mid-air in the blink of an eye.

Even friends need a massager called sex, so that numb conversations can feel more relaxed and comfortable like a massage.

But for them, whose relationship is between friends and lovers, it seems that topics like this cannot really tease each other like good friends, even if they can't help but say it, they can only stop at the end.

It is obviously a wide road, but the two of them seem to be walking in an alley from wide to narrow. The distance between each other is slowly getting closer little by little, until the back of the hand touches the back of the hand, and then a short distance is quickly opened , compared to directly holding the other party's hand, such a situation makes people feel more inexplicably ambiguous.