Professional Stand-in, With an Hourly Salary of 100,000

When the mobile phone text message came, Ji Fanyin looked at the account information from the bank: "..."

Does Song Shiyu really think money is hot?

Ji Fanyin crossed out the text message, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Song Shiyu who was walking here.

"Fan Yin." He shouted.

"We are not that familiar." Ji Fanyin reminded him, "Mr. Song."

The smile on Song Shiyu's face narrowed for the most part: "I'm sorry, Miss Ji."

"Please sit down." Ji Fanyin stretched out his hand to beckon him to sit down, and took the computer out first, "Zhang Ning and I have already said what I want to talk to you today. Let's finally confirm a few dates and details."

Song Shiyu sat down. He didn't want to work. Instead, he sorted out his cuffs and tie a little nervously, like a newcomer to an interview for the first time.

Ji Fanyin wondered if he hadn't been such a ethical person, he would have written a contract to exploit the legal loopholes and would have lost Song Shiyu's company.

In the end, Ji Fanyin has a part in the studio. Even if he exchanges work with Zhang Ning temporarily, he doesn't get blind, and tells Song Shiyu clearly.

Song Shiyu nodded his head almost without thinking, "It's all right."

Ji Fanyin: "..." Zhang Ning seemed to complain yesterday that this private negotiation with Song Shiyu might take a lot of time.

"Have you... have you eaten? This restaurant tastes good, come here, have a meal before leaving?" Song Shi asked Ji Fanyin nervously, and after asking what he thought of, he added something. "I treat you."

Ji Fanyin hadn't planned to leave directly.

――Sitting in the restaurant grandly talking about official business and not ordering food makes the restaurant embarrassing.

"I've ordered it." She said, turning off the computer and pressing the service bell.

The waiter came quickly.

"It's ready to serve." Ji Fanyin said, pointing to the box on the end of the table by the partition, "That's for you, you remember to take it away later."

"Yes..." Song Shiyu hesitated, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes showed subtle and uncontrollable joy, "Is it for me?"

Ji Fanyin thought for a while: "Yes."

The better thing is to give it away, and the blunt point is to "repay."

But when Song Shiyu went back and opened the box, he would understand what it meant, so there was no need to explain it to him now.

Because he finally didn't have to act in front of Song Shiyu, Ji Fanyin ordered everything according to his own preferences.

Not only did he not refer to Ji Xinxin, but also Song Shiyu's dining preferences were not taken into consideration.

The taste of Song Shiyu is light and sweet, so Ji Fanyin likes to have heavy taste.

When a table of food came up, Song Shiyu's expression still didn't react.

Ji Fanyin took the lead in moving the chopsticks.

Song Shiyu picked up the chopsticks, hesitated, and asked, "Is this your preference?"

"Yes."

"Really...I didn't know before." Song Shiyu smiled reluctantly.

Ji Fanyin raised his eyes to look at him.

Song Shiyu didn't know that it was normal, because this was her dietary preference and not the former "Ji Fanyin".

However, Song Shiyu probably didn't even know that.

The only thing Song Shiyu could eat on the table was a piece of boiled cabbage. He ate half of the cabbage with a chopstick and suddenly stopped and asked: "The thing about Li Xiaoxing... I didn't know before. Sorry, if you know, I should find a way to help you."

"Well, it doesn't matter." Ji Fanyin directly killed Tian.

After a few minutes, Song Shiyu asked again, "Did Li Xiaoxing pester you?"

Ji Fanyin raised his eyes and looked at Xia Song Shiyu. He was so haggard that he looked as if he was seven or eight years old, and his vicissitudes of life were about to be expelled from the title field of "Youth Talent".

It's really tiring to make money, maybe I don't even have the time to listen to gossip.

Ji Fanyin felt the same way.

"Li Xiaoxing doesn't have this time." She said casually, "Similar to you."

This is almost all self-inquired.

Especially for Li Xiaoxing's illness, from the unprovoked pain to the current semi-paralysis, it was all made by him himself.

Ji Fanyin didn't even think of this end.

She originally took the route of abusing the mind and purse, but it turned out well. Ji Xinxin and Li Xiaoxing themselves took the route of abusing the body.

"..." Song Shiyu drank a sip of water, hiding his emotions.

This meal was extremely silent, Ji Fanyin didn't mind. When she put down her chopsticks, Song Shiyu asked another question: "Do you have someone you like now?"

He was quite hesitant to ask, clasping his fingers tightly together. After the question, his lips were pressed into an irregular line, which looked tense and painful.

"What does it have to do with you?" Ji Fanyin asked casually, "I don't like you anyway."

Song Shiyu remained motionless: "...I know."

He didn't seem to be very shocked when he heard the above sentence, but his eyes were in a trance, as if he had been mentally prepared for it a long time ago.

Ji Fanyin glanced at him twice, then suddenly smiled: "Do you still want to ask me what I liked about you before?"

Song Shiyu licked his dry lower lip, which seemed to be cracking.

"I am not liked by you..." he said slowly, "it seems to have no meaning."

"One doesn't need any special reason to like another person," Ji Fanyin sucked her and asked the waiter specially for Wang ○ Milk. "Maybe it's just an opportunity. If it wasn't you, I would like someone else. Go to that person. Wouldn't it make you feel better if you think about it this way?"

―Of course it can't be any better, Song Shiyu will only feel even more uncomfortable.

But his feelings are not within Ji Fanyin's consideration.

"...Where did you like me in the past?" Song Shiyu persevered and asked eagerly, "If I change back to what you liked before, no, if I can become more worthy of your liking than then , Will you re-"

Ji Fanyin drank the last sip of Tiantian's milk with a straw, and reached out to drag the heavy box aside to Song Shiyu.

This box is a bit old, and the metal bottom makes a squeaky sound when rubbing against the tabletop.

Ji Fanyin pressed her palm on it, and she calmly said: "The answer you want may be here."

Song Shiyu looked at the box blankly. He murmured: "I think back to the past. It seems that all of them are a dream, but now I'm awake."

Ji Fanyin has stood up.

Hearing Song Shiyu's words, she chuckled again.

"Song Shiyu, sometimes it's more painful to be sober." She tapped on the surface of the box with her knuckles twice. "Looking at three million dollars, I kindly remind you, this, it's better to find someone who doesn't have anyone else. Open it wherever you are."

Otherwise, it might be the same as the day, the one-and-a-half-meter tall man was tortured to squat on the ground with no image, and burst into tears.

Of course, it is impossible to pay the bill. Ji Fanyin took his laptop and car keys and left directly.

――Song Shiyu has specifically asked for a treat. The meal is only a few hundred dollars, and there is no need to save Song Daxiao.

Ji Fanyin calculated that Song Shiyu would not want to live because of the things in the box. The more painful he was, the more he wanted to go back to the past; the more he wanted to go back to the past, the more he realized what he had missed, and further accumulated pain.

It's hard for anyone to save themselves from such a whirlpool of obsession.

When such pain is too much to bear, he will choose to escape and seek temporary relief.

For example, for drinking, Song Shiyu used to use wine to dissipate his sorrows. Even when he was in good spirits, there was a whole wall of wine cabinet in his house.

Ji Fanyin thinks so.

...

The box Ji Fanyin gave was like a Pandora's treasure box. Song Shiyu knew that it would be bad luck after opening it, but still couldn't contain the idea of ​​seeing what happened.

It was Ji Fanyin's words that made him endure until he returned home before carefully placing the box on the tabletop to open it.

After flipping it, Song Shiyu discovered that the box was locked from one side. It was a very simple four-digit code that could be found out even after 10,000 attempts.

But the box looked a little rusty, as if no one had opened it for a long time.

Song Shiyu hesitated for a moment, and trembling fingers tried his birthday four digits.

With a click, the lock opened directly.

Song Shiyu was suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of drowning. His lungs seemed to be squeezed into small pieces by an invisible big hand. His heart was beating frantically, but his body still condensed from the depths of his blood vessels like ice.

Song Shiyu pressed tightly on the surface of the box. The expectation just now was like a butterfly. He had just gathered in a group, but now he hulled and flew away and disappeared.

He got up overwhelmed and poured out a glass of tequila, only to feel a little courage in his body.

With the courage of this glass of wine, Song Shiyu turned his head and opened the box directly, and the lid of the box slammed into the table.

There were many things lying in the box, most of which were so unfamiliar to Song Shiyu.

But he can recognize a lot.

For example, in some of them, Song Shiyu knew that it was his own birthday present to Ji Fanyin.

Most of them were bought from the same store after carefully selecting gifts for Ji Xinxin.

Song Shiyu raised the tequila bottle in front of him, took a sip to the mouth of the bottle, and masochistically took out the contents one by one and put them on the table.

He searched and identified one by one.

Before I knew it, the tequila bottle was empty.

Song Shiyu only recognized less than one-third of the objects, but this was enough for him to understand what was in the box.

That is Ji Fanyin's "like".

It is Song Shiyu who knows how precious a love he has when he is aware of his emotions.

Bit by bit was collected carefully, and then with a "bang", all the brains slammed back on his head without mercy.

Song Shiyu heard tinnitus.

It was very thin at first, then gradually became bigger, moving back and forth between the ears as if going through his brain, and finally pierced into the chest.

Angina is closely followed.

I don't know if it is because of reminiscing what I did in the past for too long in this box, or because of the continuous overload of work in the past few months, Song Shiyu is already quite familiar with angina.

Song Shiyu slumped down on the sofa, frowning and waiting patiently for the pain to pass.

But when the colic did not get better after a while, Song Shiyu realized that something was wrong.

When he suddenly opened his eyes, he was already covered in cold sweat, and his hands and feet were hardly obedient. Fortunately, the phone also had a voice assistant. Song Shiyu called his assistant with the last of his strength.

Song Shiyu panted and grabbed the clothes on his chest, with a wry smile in his heart thinking of the young men and women who died suddenly in the news because of staying up late.

He had never dismissed the news before, and felt that it would not happen to him.

Even the frequent angina was ignored by him.

――Is it my turn?

――But I haven't had time to ask for her forgiveness.

――If this is the last minute of my life, why is my life only left with the word "regret"?

Song Shiyu lost his vision in the darkness.

In a trance, Song Shiyu seemed to see the former Ji Fanyin appear in front of him again.

He heard his own voice asking cynically: "How are you thinking about it? It's not a bad thing for you, don't you like me? So as long as you can be with me, it doesn't matter if I treat you as anyone, right?"

Ji Fanyin looked up at him.

Don't promise me. Song Shiyu thought vaguely.

...

Then, he saw Ji Fanyin slowly and silently put up a **** expressing contempt towards him.

"Song Shiyu, are you worthy?" She asked in that soft and slightly trembling voice.

Song Shiyu suddenly felt relieved.

He also asked himself the same question from the bottom of his heart.

Am I worthy?