C217 Old Lover

Luo Mi found the mall building where Meng Lang's studio was based on the address his assistant gave him. Although he didn't like shopping as much as the other women, he knew that the store wasn't cheap at all. Meng Lang was able to repay the money he borrowed in a year and even earn the money to open a studio here. It seemed that this kid was not simple.

In fact, this was not the first time Luo Mi had been to this mall. There was a popular and classy restaurant on the second floor, and he had eaten here with friends a few weeks ago, but he had not noticed any makeup studios.

Luo Mi followed the crowd of shoppers and took the escalator to the second floor. This time, because he had come specifically to find Meng Lang and knew the name of his studio, he quickly found the place. The studio was actually opposite the restaurant.

The name 'Langlang Cosmetics and Styles Studio' was so casual that almost everyone in the business had their own studio, and in order to show off, the studio had to be named in English or classical poetry. There weren't many people as casual as he was.

However, compared to the name, this studio was not casual at all. There were a few models in the window at the door, men and women of all shapes and sizes, suitable for parties, stage shows, weddings, and similar to the gaudy outfits that Meng Lang used to wear. In short, the few styles displayed in this window were very eye-catching and should be able to easily attract customers.

But the interior of the studio was tasteful, simple but stylish, the floor immaculately polished.

Meng Lang's studio was also bigger than Luo Mi had imagined. The area he could see now was estimated to be more than a hundred square meters. There were also a few VIP rooms and changing rooms in the studio. The total area of the shop was about two hundred square meters.

It was late in the afternoon, but there were still a lot of customers, styling and talking to the clerk.

The staff wore black uniforms regardless of gender. They looked clean and capable. There was no special requirement for the stylist and makeup artist's dressing, but they were all quite fashionable.

Therefore, Meng Lang, who was only wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, was particularly eye-catching in this group of people.

Although it was eye-catching, Luo Mi almost did not recognize this person. He didn't know if it was because he was too busy and his hair was in the way, but the shoulder-length hair that he had always tied up and secretly called the princess' hair was completely tied up. Even the bangs were held in place by a black clamp, and he looked very energetic.

Meng Lang was currently busy at the dressing table, tying up a woman's hair. It seemed that she was a bride-to-be who had come to try on makeup.

Luo Mi stood outside the door and stared at Meng Lang for a long time. The people working did not notice him.

Two days ago, this person had left him at the hospital. When he saw him again, Luo Mi wanted to rush in right now, but he didn't want to disturb Meng Lang's work. He walked around most of the mall and went to the restaurant opposite. He asked for a seat by the window. Although it was a bit far away, he could still vaguely see the figures moving in the shop opposite.

Luo Mi ordered something to eat first, and only when dinner was almost over did he realize that Meng Lang seemed to be very busy right now and probably hadn't eaten yet.

Before paying the bill, he called the waiter over, "Excuse me, does your restaurant provide delivery service?"

The waiter smiled politely at him, "I'm sorry, sir, but our restaurant does not provide such services. Besides pastries, we also do not provide any other food. If you need it, sir, you can try some of our popular cakes. "

"Okay." Luo Mi took out two hundred dollars in cash from his wallet and gave it to the waiter as a tip. "Just a few popular cakes from your shop."

"May I ask for your name, sir?" Since he was going to help him deliver the food, the waiter had to be able to tell him who the customer was if he asked.

Luo Mi smiled slyly and said, "If anyone asks, just say that it was from Meng Lang's old lover."

The waiter first went to inform the manager of the customer's request. After the manager nodded in agreement, he took the two big boxes of wrapped cake and walked towards the studio opposite.

As soon as he entered the shop, he asked politely, "May I ask who Mr. Meng Lang is?"

Seeing the waiter from the opposite restaurant enter, the few employees were somewhat curious. However, when they heard that he was looking for the boss, they did not dare to go up.

"I'm sorry, please wait a moment." Meng Lang first said to the guest before walking up to the waiter. "I am Meng Lang. What can I do for you?"

The waiter handed Meng Lang the box with the cake in his hand. "Hello, this is the cake that the guest who just came to our restaurant ordered for you. Please enjoy."

Meng Lang took the box with a puzzled expression and subconsciously looked at the restaurant across from him. "May I ask if he left his name?"

The waiter shook his head, "He only asked me to tell you that he is Meng Lang's old lover."

When the waiter said this, he felt embarrassed.

Old lover? Not only the customers in the shop, but also the employees almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

A makeup artist who was familiar with Meng Lang and had been hired by him joked, "Yo, Meng Lang, I only know that after you changed your gender and dressing up recently, you have become even more liked by female customers. I didn't expect you to have an old lover. He hid it quite well. None of us have ever heard of him."

Meng Lang's face immediately darkened, and he ignored him.

"Thank you." After thanking the waiter, he put two boxes of cakes on the counter and said to the clerks, "I don't like sweet things."

After that, he went back to work.

When the waiter returned to the dining room and told Luo Mi that the cake he had given had been distributed by Meng Lang to the customers and shop assistants, Luo Mi was immediately unhappy.

Was it because Meng Lang had too many ex-lovers that he did not think of him, or did he know that it was him and deliberately did not eat it?

He hurriedly paid the bill and walked towards the studio on his crutches.

As soon as he reached the door of the studio, he saw Meng Lang walk into the VIP VIP room with his arm around the shoulder of a man who was slightly shorter than him.

Luo Mi immediately pushed the door open and entered, but before he could enter the VIP room, he was stopped by two employees.

"I'm sorry, sir, you can't barge in here."

"I'm looking for Meng Lang." Luo Mi purposely shouted very loudly, hoping that Meng Lang, who was in the room, would come out to see him when he heard him.

"I'm sorry, sir, but if you're here for Mr. Meng's hairdressing, you can make an appointment with us. If you're here for personal matters, you can call him first."

If the call was connected, he wouldn't come here.

Customer? Customer? Ask Meng Lang if he sold himself? Could it be that he had to dress up like those people and paint his face like a monkey's butt?

"I have something to talk to him about. I'll wait for him over there, okay?" Luo Mi pointed at the sofa by the wall.

Seeing that he did not force his way in, the shop assistant let him be and opened the door to do business. There was no reason to chase the customers out. After pouring him a cup of tea, he continued to work.

About half an hour later, Meng Lang walked out of the VIP room with a smile on his face.

As soon as he saw the guest out, he saw a figure rushing towards him. Before he could see who it was, he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged back to the VIP room.

As soon as he entered the room, Luo Mi did not care about what was going on inside the room. He immediately closed the door behind him. He had just thrown away his walking stick and ran too fast, causing his ankle to hurt, but he endured it all. He turned around and pressed Meng Lang against the door.

Only then did Meng Lang see who it was.

Meng Lang did not seem to be surprised by his appearance. When he saw him, not only was his face expressionless, but even his tone turned cold, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to find you. Why did you leave me alone in the hospital that day? Why did you turn off your phone and not reply to my text messages for the past few days? You must have blacklisted me. Why did you do this to me? Didn't you say you like me? Why did you change so suddenly?" At first, Luo Mi questioned Meng Lang righteously, feeling wronged, but as he roared, his voice softened, "I know, you heard my phone call with my father. I coaxed him. I don't want to marry a woman and have children."

Luo Mi held Meng Lang's face with both hands, moved his lips closer, and kissed him on the lips, but Meng Lang's face was still very cold, which made him a little anxious, and he started to talk nonsense, "What else do you want me to do for you to pay attention to me and be happy? I'll give birth, I'll give birth to a fat son for you, okay?"

"Puff." Suddenly there was a burst of laughter from above him, and a warm hand slipped under his shirt and touched his belly. "Tell me, how are you going to give me a son?"