After wearing the book, I took the heroine script

Chapter 13

"I'm Duan Han's mother." A strange woman's voice sounded next to my ear, "Excuse me, are you Jiang Miao?"

"?"

Jiang Miao froze for a moment, subconsciously took off the phone and looked at the phone number again.

It's a local number, that's right, shouldn't it be a lie?

He hung the phone to his ear again, just in time to hear the strange woman repeatedly asking, "Excuse me, are you Jiang Miao? Can you hear me? I'm Duan Han's mother."

Just as he was talking, Duan Han came in from the outside and sat down, raised his eyebrows to look at Jiang Miao, and asked in a low voice, "Have you ordered?"

Ms. Xu: "?"

Why does it sound like a man's voice?

“……… click, click.”

Jiang Miao was attacked twice, and guilty of giving Duan Han a gesture to indicate that he was on the phone, and then hurried out of the store.

"Hello, auntie? I'm Jiang Miao. May I ask what you need from me?"

He has one head and two children, and he doesn't know how to deal with this 'mother-in-law'.

Don't look at how he groaned and begged his parents to arrange a marriage when he was chasing puppet shows before, and when this kind of "good thing" really happened to him, he couldn't help but develop a rebellious mentality——

Shit, which man would be especially happy and joyful when he knew that he was packaged by his parents to marry another man?

Now the other party's mother is obviously not very satisfied with his fiancee, "Miss Jiang, I want to ask you, are you here for the appointment at [-] o'clock at noon today?"

"I'm here."

Jiang Miao answered truthfully.

It's just that the identity of the person who came here was wrong, and the soul almost flew away when the door of the box was opened.

"?" Ms. Xu was overbearing. She had already typed up the manuscript, but she was taken aback when she heard Jiang Miao's answer, "How is that possible? Duan Han has been waiting for you in the box. I asked you and didn't answer."

"??"

Jiang Miao subconsciously glanced at the mailbox, it was empty, and he was even more puzzled, "No? I didn't receive a text message..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something. When he first traveled here, he took over the mobile phone of the hostess. Every day, countless calls came in asking her if she would go to a party or a jewelry exhibition, and sent various appointments. His text messages, and even the fashion brand's new product launches for the season, made Jiang Miao very annoyed, so he deliberately cleaned up his contacts, but it was useless after blocking and deleting people, so he simply re-opened a new phone The card and number were not told to anyone except the family.

Thinking about it now, it seems that I have seen the word Duan Han in the contacts before.

No wonder he couldn't receive the text message sent by Duan Han, it would be a ghost if he could receive it.

Jiang Miao had a headache for a while, and he roughly told Ms. Xu the whole story, "I didn't expect that Duan Han didn't have my mobile phone number. Before, my mother called me and said that I have a date with Brother Duan... Thought she had given you my number."

Ms. Xu was dumbfounded, "Is that so. I thought..."

Mother Jiang did give Jiang Miao's number to her, but she thought that the two juniors had already discussed this trivial matter, and she didn't need her as an elder to be the microphone.

Unexpectedly, it was still a hundred secrets.

Her anger subsided completely, and she couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and began to think of a way to remedy it, "Auntie blamed you, I'm so sorry, Miaomiao. It's a pity that you two didn't meet today, why don't we change the time, tomorrow Or when will you two...?"

Don't!

The weekend is only two days in total, can you let him have a good rest, play a video game and spend the day lazily?

He didn't want to play another episode tomorrow to hold the pigeons again, and come back to make up another round of lies bitterly.

He thought for a while, then suddenly smiled, "It's okay, auntie, although we didn't meet at the hotel just now, we met on the road, and now we are buying drinks together and going to watch a musical later."

Ms. Xu: "???"

"Is Duan Han embarrassed to talk to you?" Jiang Miao cleared her throat with her hands on the microphone, and said shyly, "Actually, we are together now. You should have heard someone talking next to me just now." It’s him, right? It’s just that Duan Han is thin-skinned, and we can’t tell the truth now, so he might not be ashamed to tell you this…”

"..."

Ms. Xu was startled, a little dazed.

The microphone was silent for several seconds, Jiang Miao waited patiently for a while, Ms. Xu laughed haha, as if she was still digesting the news, "...Yes, Duan Han is a bit thin-skinned, this kid is old Don’t tell me these things anymore.”

She hurriedly added a few more words, "It's okay, you two have fun, but you have to pay attention to safety. It's just that Auntie didn't make this call, and Auntie didn't hear what you said."

Jiang Miao's voice was still sweet, "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

After hanging up the phone, I touched the cold sweat that was pinched in the palm of my hand.

He has a feeling that it's snowballing. It's still sporadic fibs now, but maybe it will slowly turn into an avalanche in the future.

But in any case, this matter can only be concealed first.Duan Han also doesn't want to know that his wife's genetic mutation has turned into a macho, right?

Jiang Miao sighed, thinking that Duan Han was going to get rid of the lie, she couldn't help shedding tears.

I'm too difficult.

·

When Jiang Miao went back, two bowls of sour soup and fat beef lo mein had already been placed on the table.

Duan Han glanced at his watch. He checked the time just now and made a phone call for 10 minutes.

"Is it your girlfriend?"

he asked suddenly.

Jiang Miao just took half a mouthful of soup: "Pfft!!!"

"Cough, cough, cough—"

He quickly took out a few pieces of paper and wiped the sprayed tabletop. His throat was so hot that he coughed for a while. Duan Han brought a cup of warm boiled water at the right time, and the spicy feeling after half a cup of water was slowly suppressed.

Finally able to speak, Jiang Miao couldn't laugh or cry, "What are you thinking? Just now, an aunt I know called."

"Oh."

Duan Han lowered his head and rolled the noodles on the chopsticks, rolled them around and around, but just put them there and didn't eat them.

He paused, then asked again, "Who introduced you to someone?"

Jiang Miao wondered if you haven't counted the score yet, and dealt with it vaguely, "It counts."

As he spoke, he blew on the noodles between his fingers, wanting to wait for it to cool down before eating.

This day has been too exciting, and he urgently needs to replenish his energy for the whole day.

However, Duan Han didn't seem to feel hungry at all, and suddenly became super talkative, "How old are you this year?"

"Well," Jiang Miao pinched her fingers and calculated, "I'm 23 this year."

He reported his previous age.

Miss Jiang is only 21 now, and she is still a little girl.

"23?"

Duan Han was a little surprised, but after all, Jiang Miao is a student who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, so she should have just started working not long ago.

"Didn't you find a girlfriend at school?" Duan Han put down his chopsticks and smiled at him faintly, "There should be quite a few girls in the Academy of Fine Arts. It's not easy to find a partner after leaving the society."

Jiang Miao: "?"

Why is Duan Han so concerned about his love life?Do you want to introduce a beautiful girl to him?

But in his current situation, it's better not to harm a good girl.

"We talked about it a while ago."

Talk about a fart, I have been a magician for 23 years.

Jiang Miao opened her eyes and said nonsense, "She is my classmate in junior high school. I have always had a crush on her, and I didn't really catch up with her until I was in college. However, after talking for a year, I didn't know that she cheated on three men at the same time, and told others I thought I was poor... I couldn't stand this, so I broke up with her. I never wanted to fall in love again after that."

It turned out to be hurt.

Duan Han snorted, and picked up his chopsticks again, "When you find a serious job and earn money to buy a house, you will definitely meet better people."

As if he was afraid that Jiang Miao would not believe it, he thought for a while and added: "If you have good grades in art, I still suggest you to take the postgraduate entrance examination, accumulate contacts with good teachers, and soon you will be able to open your own gallery. If you take the exam It doesn’t matter if you don’t get in, there is a shortage of talents in costume design or original painting modeling, as long as you are strong enough, it is not very difficult to earn a million dollars a year.”

It was rare for him to say such a long sentence. Jiang Miao was a little moved, a little dumbfounded, and a little helpless, "Brother Duan, I can't continue to draw."

He slowly raised his right hand and smiled, "My hand has tendinitis, it's exhausted, and I may never be able to hold a pen for a long time in my life."

Duan Han's eyes fell on his smooth white fingers, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He suddenly remembered that the painting Jiang Miao gave him last night seemed to be a stick figure.

When he received it, he was still a little surprised. Jiang Miao was obviously a student of traditional Chinese painting, so why did he draw such a simple painting and give it to him?

Thinking about it, it might be because of the rush of time, Duan Han didn't care.

I never thought it would be because of this.

"Actually, it's nothing, I'm used to it."

Jiang Miao withdrew her hand and said so, but subconsciously touched some of the phalanges with her fingers.

When the tendonitis was the worst, he couldn't bend his fingers at all, and every time he moved his bones, he felt a sharp pain, accompanied by a rattling sound, like the sound made when the bones were dislocated.

Every time in the dead of night, it sounds particularly scary.

But he always tried again and again masochistically, like a car chain that hadn't been lubricated, he put it on again and again, but he could only fall to the ground unwillingly again and again.

"Are you ok?"

A soft voice suddenly sounded in the ear.

Jiang Miao gradually withdrew from the memories, only to find that Duan Han gently held his hand without using any force, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Duan Han touched his forehead, fixed his eyes on him for a moment, apologized in a low voice, "It's my fault, I shouldn't mention this."

He was somewhat remorseful.

Duan Han asked about the art postgraduate entrance examination once before, and Jiang Miao answered vaguely. At that time, he should have guessed that some people might have unspeakable last resort behind it.

If he had known earlier, he would not have mentioned this issue.

"It's okay." Jiang Miao felt that it was weird for two big men to hold hands, but Duan Han cared about him, so he didn't struggle much, and just patted the back of Duan Han's hand, "I'm fine now."

Tendonitis not only affected his work, but also his life.So half a year after his illness, he made an appointment with a doctor and went to the United States alone to recuperate for a year, and his hand injury gradually recovered.

Now the daily cleaning activities are not affected. As for painting, the doctor told him that there is no problem at the time, as long as he promises not to work hard in the future, and if he has nothing to do, he will not relapse if he does finger exercises.

It's just that Jiang Miao has been unwilling to touch the pen.