After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

The couple who longed for a stable life immersed themselves in the night and fell asleep peacefully.

Yin Ronglan seldom gets up at night, perhaps because of the hot pot at night, in the middle of the night he dreamed of walking in the desert, and finally woke up because of thirst.

Not long after the rain outside stopped, it was sparse again. Yin Ronglan was about to get up when he suddenly heard a murmur.At first, I thought it was Chen Zhan who was talking to him, but by the moonlight, he saw that the other party was still lying flat with his eyes closed, and he didn't seem to be half awake.

Hearing it again, he was talking in his sleep——

After the relationship was established, the male god finally broke away from the topic of pretending to be poor, and we often talked about the past.

An unknown past gradually emerged from his mouth.

The matter dates back to not long after we met. At that time, I was busy with my career, receiving some unknown small endorsements, and my life was quite busy.For a while, the male gods were also elusive, and they rarely met each other.

In addition to beauty and forgetfulness, distance produces forgetfulness. Within half a month, I almost forgot that such a person appeared in my life.

Until one day, when I was buying roasted sweet potatoes on the street, I suddenly saw a familiar figure in the window of the opposite street.With his back to me, the man was serving tea to the guests, and he stood silently aside in the middle, as if he was embarrassed.

Life is not easy, I took a few steps forward, just stepping on the zebra crossing and then retreated.Going forward to help him vent his anger now would probably cost him his job.

I had no choice but to turn around and leave, deciding to help the male god more in the future.

A few days later, when I went to the company to sign a just-negotiated endorsement, a cleaning staff passed by... very tall, wearing a mask and lowering their heads and hurried past.

It's him!

My lips moved, but I didn't say that name after all.

It turned out that he had been working many jobs to make ends meet.The male god has good looks and good temperament, and he can obviously get a better job. After thinking about it, he guessed that he might have a criminal record and was not hired by other companies.

If I were the boss, maybe I could get the other party out of this predicament.However, I am also in the early stages of starting a business, and there is nothing I can do to help.At this moment, a little girl was led by an adult and passed by, holding a cute doll in her arms.

An idea suddenly appeared in my mind: selling handicrafts, such as amulets and the like.It can not only expand the channels for making money, but also plan poverty alleviation.

Because of this idea, I was a little absent-minded when I signed the contract. After I calmed down and read the terms, it was already an hour after I negotiated with the partner.When I left, the security guard handed me a cup of milk tea, saying that the cleaning staff would trouble him to hand it over.

"He also asked me to bring you a sentence," the security guard said with a complicated expression, "It's getting colder, take care of your health."

I looked at the milk tea in my hand, and realized for the first time... that the male god is such a warm person!

This incident was a turning point, and it was also the starting point for me to regard him as a real friend, so that I was deeply impressed.

One night when the moon was thin, I talked about the past with the male god, and remembered the gentle expression in the past.

"It's not me." The male god said firmly.

I was stunned, and suddenly imagined a man who was secretly guarding, but was mistaken by his crush as someone else's annual drama.

After all, it was the wrong payment!

The male god interrupted this imagination with the next sentence: "But it is indeed my instruction."

With puzzled eyes, he explained: "During that time, the company's overseas branch had problems, and they ran back and forth and had no time to see you."

Thinking back carefully, the male gods I saw at that time, some had their backs to me, some wore masks, or some passed by on the street and disappeared in a hurry... But none of them had spoken seriously.

The male god said slowly: "Xiao Zhao said that if you don't keep in touch with friends for a long time, you will gradually lose common topics, so I hired a few people with similar appearance and stature to appear by your side one after another."

My throat rolled, and I didn't know what to say, so I choked out a sentence after a long while: "You actually... raise a trumpet?"

Seeing my unkind expression, the male god shook his head and said seriously: "Those vests are all following orders, and they were instructed not to have too much contact with you."

He thought about it, and gave a detailed example: "It's like playing a game, because I'm usually too busy, so I had to find a few power leveling to gain experience."

When you finish your work and go online again, you can directly enter the advanced copy.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, remembering that before the male god appeared and disappeared, he and I were just acquaintances, and later joined the film crew together, and we are already good friends who talk about everything.

A scream woke up the dirt dog in the yard.

The night is as cool as water.You can't blame me for being cruel, on the contrary, kicking someone off the bed and kneeling on the base of the flowerpot is already merciless.

The male god seemed quite aggrieved: "I want to do those things, but I don't have the time."

I put on a half-smile: "So you hire someone?"

"The copywriting and creativity are what I think about. They are only responsible for the performance." The male god said: "And compared to ordinary people, they also spent money."

Isn't that enough to show sincerity?

Snapped.

Rubbing my hands, my face was expressionless: "Are you awake?"

Male God: "...I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

The male god: "...you shouldn't find power leveling, you shouldn't take shortcuts."

……

There are cadences and cadences, and there are sentence breaks in the middle.Yin Ronglan took a deep look at Chen Zhan's sleeping face, is this a supernatural power?

Let me ask who can write while sleeping, the key is smooth logic and full of emotional changes.

After a while, he sighed in a low voice, "Model worker."

Feeling a vague coolness before waking up the next day, Chen Zhan sat up sleepily, the weather was gloomy.

I realized later that Yin Ronglan was not around, walked into the living room without slippers on, and saw Yin Ronglan guarding the notebook.

"So much business in the company recently?" Chen Zhan sat down next to him, and rarely saw this person get up early in the morning to work.

"I'm working for you." Yin Ronglan replied lightly, and checked the last line to make sure there was no typo.

Chen Zhan was taken aback, then looked at the content of the document carefully, his expression changed slightly.

Yin Ronglan saved it, and gently put it on the back of his hand: "There is something I have never dared to tell you, in fact..."

Halfway through the words, he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, as if there was something unspeakable.

Chen Zhan held his hand back, as if to give him strength.

After a long time, Yin Ronglan said: "Actually, the dreamer is real, and I am."

For a while, Chen Zhan even forgot to blink.

"I held you last night and read your dream."

Chen Zhan vaguely remembered that he really dreamed about this past event last night.

Sweat dripped from Yin Ronglan's forehead, and he let go of his defenses. For the first time, helplessness and fear piled up in his pupils: "This ability is very painful. I dare not have too much contact with people. I am afraid that one day I will fall into other people's dreams and I will not be able to get out."

Chen Zhan frowned, but they hugged and fell asleep quite a few times.

Yin Ronglan hugged him: "Love makes me strong."

"..."

There was too much information, Chen Zhan didn't react for a while, he stroked the other's back lightly, he could feel the person in his arms trembling slightly, and it was inevitable that he felt a little distressed.

[System: Excuse me, the host has been talking in his sleep last night. 】

The hand that was helping to pat the back froze in mid-air.

[System: I didn't want to say it at first. 】

But I can't watch it or listen to it.

Chen Zhan pushed the man in his arms away, extremely indifferent and ruthless.

Seeing his expression, Yin Ronglan knew that he had been exposed, but he couldn't figure out which link went wrong.

Chen Zhan: "I talked in my sleep, didn't I?"

After hesitating for a second, he nodded.

Murderous intentions are everywhere, but the tone sounds like an understatement: "Why did you lie to me?"

Yin Ronglan quickly found an excuse: "Because you are very mysterious."

"..."

"I want to be worthy of you."

"..."

·

Because of some unexpected accidents, Yin Ronglan went to work later than usual.

I met several fellow employees in the elevator, and one of them was quick-talking and troublesome, and asked without thinking: "What's wrong with your face?"

Yin Ronglan expressionless: "Mosquito bites."

The employee was surprised: "Can the mosquito bite the face to give the effect of plateau red?"

If you look closely at both sides, it is extremely symmetrical and ruddy.

Yin Ronglan glanced at him. No matter how reckless the employee was, he felt something was wrong. The colleague around him tugged on his sleeve and shut up.

The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor, and the people inside came down one after another, leaving Yin Ronglan alone in the elevator.

The employee looked at the elevator continuing to go up, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Did I say something wrong?"

The colleague sighed and said, "I don't care what mosquito bites are like, but two slaps should be the state of the president."

"..."

in the villa.

An egg is rubbed in the palm of your hand.

The young man went downstairs and saw this scene, and asked, "What is this doing?"

Chen Zhan smiled: "Hand hurts."

Yin Ronglan did at least one right thing. Thanks to him, today's workload has dropped sharply.After reading the words written by the other party's code throughout the text, the style and wording are quite appropriate.

Chen Zhan hesitated for a second before posting. Does this count as asking someone to write it for you?

[System: He is just a recorder of dreams. 】

It made sense, Chen Zhan immediately clicked release.

It was still morning, and there was a lot of time to squander. Chen Zhan didn't read the comments, and moved out checkers to enjoy life.

With limited resources, only young people can play against him.

After walking for a few steps, the young man couldn't help but said, "Is this...doesn't it count as not doing a proper job?"

His original intention of coming here was to participate in the great cause of King's Landing, not to witness 'domestic violence' and play checkers every day.

Chen Zhan focused on the chessboard: "The offline anti-fan meeting is under preparation, all I can do here is to provide whitewashing value."

The key lies in the force value and appeal of the system.

The young man tentatively asked: "How is the preparation over there?"

Chen Zhan called out the system to answer the question himself.

"I am absolutely sure to be recorded in the annals of history." The round ball patted his chest.

Chen Zhan let out a 'huh', and most of the historical records are stories of losers.

The system is full of confidence: "I just tested my IQ, and it broke [-]."

'Clap' sound.

Chen Zhan raised his head abruptly, during which time his hand was unsteady, and the glass beads fell to the ground and rolled around without a trace.

Not only him, but the young man's complexion was even more wonderful, and his two eyes looked at the system in disbelief.

"eighty?"

Are you sure you didn't add a decimal point in the middle?

Ball: "Round it up."

Chen Zhan: "...how much did you start?"

Ball: "79."

In order to prove that what is said is true, the identification report is specially printed out.In black and white, it's not boring enough to cheat on this one.

Chen Zhan stared at it for a long time, stopped playing chess, and suddenly stood up: "I probably still haven't woken up."

The young people also had the same idea, one went to take a cold shower, and the other went back to the room to catch up on sleep.

The author has something to say: Yin Ronglan: The slap you get today is the love that your lover will give you tomorrow!

System: As long as you study hard, you can improve your IQ.

Chen Zhan: There are too many "excellent" people around me, and I am just an ordinary person.