It's not my fault to be ugly

Feng Dingkun sat in the garden.Today is a sunny day, the snow has melted, Bastian had the garden cleaned up, and sat in the garden with him to drink tea.Although the wind is still a bit harsh, the sun is very warm, and the holly trees not far away are lazily shaking off snowflakes in the sun.

Bastian made black tea and made a gesture of please.Feng Dingkun stared at his hand—that hand that was so white and glowing, he was dazzled for a moment.

He remembered that when he was studying, he was dragged by Zhuo Ying to spy on Lu Mingran and the high-level members of the support club, and he was intoxicated by his graceful movements when making tea, so he started to have a good impression of him...

【What's wrong? ] Bastian handed the cardboard in front of him and asked.

"Nothing. Just remembered a friend of mine."

【Long time no see? 】

"That's not true. In fact, we talked on the phone yesterday." Feng Dingkun couldn't help sighing melancholy when he remembered that he mentioned Lan Xin when he called Lu Mingran yesterday.

[No matter who he is, please forget him for the time being.Just think of me now. 】

Seeing this sentence on the cardboard, Feng Dingkun's eyes widened and his face turned red.He glanced at Bastian, of course he couldn't see any expression from under the mask, and he couldn't imagine what expression Bastian used to write this sentence.

"Do you know me?"

"Not only have I known you, but I have also admired you for a long time." Feng Dingkun stared at the word "admiration". He didn't know if he had misunderstood it. The word admiration also means "love, secret love" in F language.

Feng Dingkun couldn't help blushing again.

The female colleague came back from the tea room with coffee, sat down on the seat, and looked at Xiang Ying with her chin in her hand: "Who are you writing about? I see you have been busy for a long time."

"The editor-in-chief asked, whose information can it be?"

"Feng Dingkun?" The female colleague wailed, "Can you stop writing about him!"

Xiang Ying lit a cigarette, puffed and smoked, and continued typing without raising her head: "The editor-in-chief said, we are all here to sell, so don't be hypocritical, why do you want to pick your own customers? Dreaming Bar."

The female colleague sighed, and brushed her big curly hair with her nail-painted hands: "This blood-sucking old bustard, damn it."

She touched Xiang Ying's arm: "Hey, tell me, why is our editor-in-chief so confident? He dares to write dirty stories about the Feng family?"

"Feng Dingqian has been seriously ill recently, and he will probably let go in a short time." Xiang Ying flicked the cigarette ash: "Didn't you see that all the monsters, big and small, couldn't hold back recently and wrote about Feng Dingqian and his brother on the Internet?" ?"

"But I haven't seen anyone who dares to blatantly make up black material about him." The female colleague pondered: "The editor-in-chief is different. It feels like he is going to fight against the Feng family. According to my woman's intuition, this matter must be It's tricky."

"Return to a woman's intuition," Xiang Ying gave her a funny look: "Your official account should be updated today."

The female colleague screamed, turned around and rushed towards the computer.

Xiang Ying typed the last word, pressed the period, then directly copied and pasted it into the gossip account that he operated, and clicked publish.

He has been running this account for several years, and has accumulated a huge fan base, which is very popular. This article has more than 5000 retweets within an hour of posting it.

The female colleague next door is related to him, but the two usually pretend not to be familiar with each other online, lest fans know that they are a team, which will affect the image of their respective management.At this time, the female colleague finished writing the article on the official account, stretched her waist, rubbed her sore neck, and opened the webpage to browse.

Xiang Ying went out to smoke a cigarette and came back, when she saw her female colleague sitting in front of the computer with a moved face, wiping her nose with a tissue.Hearing him come in, the female colleague turned her head and looked at him with glowing eyes: "Hey, you are actually a fan of Feng Dingkun, right?"

Xiang Ying stared at him boredly: "Nerves, what kind of paparazzi are you doing personality cult?"

"You obviously are!" The female colleague held her big face in both hands: "I don't believe that you really ran into Feng Dingkun a few years ago, and you just happened to see him saving people. How come I never ran into it."

"You're lucky, you're not convinced." Xiang Ying ignored her, turned her face away and took a sip of coffee to continue working on the computer.The side face under the curly bangs cuts a handsome arc.

In fact, it was not a chance encounter.After he got out of prison, he went back to school and wanted to see Feng Dingkun again, and apologized to him in person, but got the news that he had dropped out of school.He remembered that the first time he met Feng Dingkun was in Bailian Middle School, so he found Bailian Town again, and after going there a few times, he met him.

However, the moment I finally saw him, I didn't even have the courage to go up to say hello.

I was afraid that he would show disgust and disgust in his eyes.

Although what I thought in my heart was that I would never bother him again when I saw him, but at that time he was in a low period when he was out of school and rejected by his adoptive parents. Every time he was in a bad mood, he couldn't help running to Bailian Town peep at him.

Until one time, an old man staggered and fell to the ground.He went up to push the old man, but got no response. He couldn't help being startled, and shouted: "Call 120 quickly! Someone passed out!"

Soon, people gathered around, "Isn't this Uncle Chen? Is he sick?" "Call the doctor!" There were noisy voices one after another, and no one knew who to listen to.

At this moment, a hand pushed away the surrounding crowd: "Let's go, everyone around Uncle Chen will suffocate."

Xiang Ying was originally kneeling beside Uncle Chen, but when she heard this voice, she suddenly turned her head, and happened to meet the eyes that had thought about it a thousand times.

Feng Dingkun recognized him immediately and looked at him in surprise, but saving people was the most important thing. He didn't say anything to Xiang Ying, but after letting the crowd disperse, he helped Uncle Chen face up, unbuttoned the old man's clothes and belt, give him mouth to mouth suction for first aid.

Standing by the side, Xiang Ying couldn't help but picked up the camera and took a picture of this scene.

Then he stepped out of the crowd and silently hitched a ride back to the city.After that, he never looked at Feng Dingkun secretly again. The moment Feng Dingkun looked at him, he was relieved, let go, or forgiven.

Because Feng Dingkun looked at him with surprise, but there was no hostility or disgust.

He didn't hold a grudge against himself.

Great……

Thinking of the past, Xiang Ying couldn't concentrate anymore, so she couldn't help but sighed deeply, closed the document, and turned out the photo that had been kept all along to look at it silently.

The female colleague kept sighing at the next table: "Ah! I really became a fan of him! It starts with appearance, falls into talent, and is loyal to character!"

Xiang Ying couldn't help complaining about her: "Don't engage in literary and artistic things, okay? Your appearance is not suitable!"

The female colleague snorted and glared at him: "Your mouth is really poisonous, you won't be able to find a girlfriend."

"It doesn't matter."

"I can't find a boyfriend either." The female colleague said quietly.

Xiang Ying couldn't help turning her head to look at her, wondering what she had guessed.

"Feng Dingkun definitely doesn't like you with a bad mouth. He is such a gentle person, and he must also like gentle people." The female colleague continued to hold her face in both hands: "I want to rewrite the article on today's official account! Just write about modern women view of marriage and love!"

Do you like gentle people...?

A guy like Lu Mingran who is so proud... When he was with Feng Dingkun, he was really gentle.

Feng Dingkun took a shower, sat on the bed and carefully checked the inner thighs.Today he rode out with Bastian on horseback. His little mare was docile, and with Bastian beside him holding the rope to control the speed, there was nothing wrong with it.It's just that when the horse was walking, the muscles moved slowly, which made Feng Dingkun always feel weird in the crotch, and wondered if it was scratched.

And when he was riding on the horse, he was as stiff as a statue, and he didn't dare to move. Now he only feels pain in his back.

After such an inspection, it was found that the inner thigh was indeed a little red.

He rummaged through the bedside table and found a tube of ointment inside.It wasn't there when I slept in this room yesterday. It seems that Bastian specially asked someone to prepare it for him today, which is really considerate.

Just as he was applying ointment to his leg, his cell phone rang.Feng Dingkun jumped out of bed, took out his coat from the laundry basket, and took out his cell phone, it was Lu Mingran's call.

"It's night over there, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I have something to do, I'm busy now." Lu Mingran's voice came from the phone, with a lazy tone: "What about you? Has the matter with the manufacturer been resolved?"

"It's being resolved." Feng Dingkun explained the matter of living in Bastian's house.

"When I was on vacation there before, I did deal with the founder of the boke company, but with another one. What do you think of him?"

"Very gentle, patient, and knowledgeable." Feng Dingkun thought for a while, but he didn't dare to praise other men desperately in front of Lu Mingran, so he had to rack his brains to think about Bastian's shortcomings: "But I think others A little frivolous."

"...frivolous?" Lu Mingran leaned on the balcony, looking at the forest and fields in the distance, which was where he and Feng Dingkun went hiking this afternoon.

"That's right. It's the first time I've seen people who don't button three buttons in their shirts." Feng Dingkun tsk-tsk on the phone: "Aren't they generally not buttoning two buttons at most?"

"Oh, so." Lu Mingran silently buttoned up his shirt: "Is there any more?"

"Is that not enough?"

"Then what do you think of this Mr. Bastian? If...you could choose, would you choose such a man as your boyfriend?"

"I would never consider such a frivolous man!" Feng Dingkun said swearingly over there.

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When I meet a villain at work, I really want to cry, I don’t want to be a fucking dick