For the favor of Mr. Nie

The twilight is low, and the roofs of the shantytowns are green tile felt sheds with different heights, and the second and third floors of the illegal construction that are poking out are like patches, and even the light from the windows is covered with a layer of haze. He was so weak that it looked like a scar dug out from the skin of this bustling city.

Tong Yan stepped on the car, and when he saw the girl standing under the street lamp, he immediately wanted to take a detour, but saw an old man wearing sunglasses passing by the girl, stopped, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Without even thinking about it, the girl opened the small handbag and took out a banknote, which is called a charity.

Tong Yan didn't say a word, he rushed up with his feet like the wind, and when he stopped suddenly, he quickly grabbed the ticket.

"Tong Yan!" The girl was pleasantly surprised.

He just pretended he didn't hear it, and he didn't have a good face towards the old man, "Old man, you can't close your eyes at night if you don't squander a few pennies a day?"

The old magic stick was disturbed by him, and he didn't pretend to be blind anymore. He gave a bad breath, put the bamboo pole under his arm, turned around and slipped away. He hurried into the alley before he dared to turn his head back and vent his anger, "Tong family boy, you are too old this year. Don't be crazy."

Tong Yan became more and more irritable, but he didn't chase after him. He supported the car with one leg, and one arm was dangling. Seeing the girl's expression in a daze, he leaned forward slightly, looked straight into the girl's eyes and called her back to his senses, "Hey! "

The girl met his eyes and blushed immediately.

Tong Yan smiled, his peach blossom eyes squinted very charmingly, and he shook the ticket between his fingers, "You haven't been deceived enough, you won't learn how to be good no matter how many times you are fooled."

The girl was his junior high school classmate, named Ye Linlang, and her family was in the steel business. Although she had made a few fortunes in the past few years before she entered the ranks of the rich, Ye Linlang herself was pampered like a fool.

Silly Baitian has devoted all his attention to Tong Yan for several years, and he can't bear his bad boy appearance the most. It took a long time to come back to his senses, "I can't... give up eating because of choking, what if I meet someone who really needs help?"

It's this set again!It is reckoned that Ye Linlang has the heart of the Virgin to save the common people, and has been entangled with him forever.Tong Yan was really scared, he squeezed the handle of the faucet and was about to go home, "Okay, go back where you should go, this is not the place you should come to."

Ye Linlang quickly stopped in front of him, "I have obtained a professional qualification certificate from the Film Academy."

Tong Yan almost thought he heard a joke, "Huh?"

"I'm going to film school, and in a few years, I'll be able to work with you."

A character who was sold and counted the money sent himself to the Shura field in the entertainment industry. It took Tong Yan a long time to hold back a cold scoff, get out of the car with his legs up, and stabilize the frame, "Is it difficult for you to spare yourself?"

Ye Linlang wasn't angry at all, "It's my birthday in a few days, can you come to my party? It's a Hanfu garden party, and I prepared a Hanfu for you..."

"I'm not free." Tong Yan didn't take the bag from the girl's hand, and dragged her to the road by his arm, "Go, I'll take you to play."

"...Where are you going?"

As soon as the words were finished, Tong Yanyan stopped a car with his hand, pushed Ye Linlang in abruptly, and quickly slammed the door.

"Tong Yan..."

No matter how sad the girl was, Tong Yan firmly pressed the car door, gave the driver an address, and stuffed the 20 yuan he snatched from the liar through the window.He waved his hands happily with a tricky trick, "Don't come again, silly girl, we are not the same people."

Not all the way, literally, they are not of the same class, and they cannot be mixed together.

Poor people are especially sensitive to the fat that falls to their mouths. When Tong Yanhuang came home, the old magic stick had already told his mother that he was approached by Bai Fumei.

His mother Tong Yanyan didn't know where her mind turned, with a face that was so white that it couldn't cover the spots and fine lines, she chased after her and asked, "Who is that little girl, brat, are you?" Can't help but do bad things to people?"

He didn't bother to explain, he took the towel and wiped his face, and he gave a murderous smile with his eyes, "Your son looks like this, what do you have to do to get him to come to you?"

Tong Yanyan was overjoyed, and greeted him with a slap on the shoulder, "Little bastard."

But these words are not adulterated, Tong Yan really has a look that cannot be picked out in a thousand miles.Not to mention when he was a child, since he was fifteen or sixteen years old, his body bones, eyebrows and eyes have grown, and the little girls in this area love to pass by their house when they go around the road.Not only the little girl, Tong Yanyan took him to worship the gods in the temple on the first day of this year, and the couple walked out of the small street after burning incense and were followed by a big car.Later, when she went into the store to buy something, the woman who was driving a big Ben got out of the car and chatted with Tong Yan. Tong Yanyan understood what the look meant at the first glance, and was shocked: no matter how brightly dressed the woman was, she could tell her age. I am in my forties.Although Tong Yan has grown to 1.8 meters tall, and his small flesh is slowly emerging, no matter how well developed he is.Isn't this a blatant idea of ​​consuming male sex?

So don't say that good-looking men can't be eaten as food, things are rare and expensive, there are few top-looking men themselves, and there are many people rushing to grab them.

After all, the mother was afraid that her son would cause trouble, so she served Tong Yan a meal. Tong Yanyan did not forget to tell her, "I heard that the girl is a famous brand today. Remember it to me. The richer the person, the better the plan." , you just live your life well, don't think about climbing high branches as soon as possible."

Tong Yan's slick tongue is nothing to Tong Yan, he yelled, "That's right! With your son's ability, sooner or later you will earn a movie star back for you, do you still need to eat soft food?"

It's all bullshit.Tong Yan knew very well that he was in the entertainment industry.A good face is considered to be rewarded by God, which is like touching the king bomb at the beginning of the battle against the landlord.But he really has nothing but his appearance. Being born at the bottom is fate, and being poor is a disease. Except for that Wang Zha, all other cards are not straight. The road to success is still hell mode.

Years ago, he participated in an audition to accompany the prince to study, thinking that something is better than nothing, and signed a contract with Yunxing Entertainment, the only one in the circle, until now, no or no.I have no background, and want to get ahead in that circle, but worry about not being able to climb high branches, and there is no bed that I don't want to climb.

Let's just talk about Lao Nie, the president of Yunxing, he is a real old hooligan, he has a very expensive wife at home, and he sleeps with all the famous roles in the company regardless of gender.When these gangsters usually talk about this matter, they are reluctant to talk about it one by one. Occasionally, some people even complain for Lao Nie's wife, but secretly there are a few who don't want the old rascal to be smashed. on your head?

A dim yellow lamp above his head was dimly shining, and Tong Yan's mother and son sat around the table and had a dark dinner, separated by a dilapidated wall panel, and his grandmother who had been ill for a long time was lying in the middle.

There was news on the TV that Nie Zheng, chairman of PDO Group, invested huge sums of money in Tong Yan's company.In the bright conference hall on the screen, a tall mixed-race man with a high nose and deep eyes shook hands with Lao Nie, and the ten-figure capital flow was finalized.

It's so different, I really don't even have any envy, but Tong Yanyan's eyes were still attracted, "Hey, it's about your company. Who is this guy? He's handsome enough."

The screen cuts to a mixed-race man standing alone in front of the podium, wearing a suit and leather shoes, from the tip of his fingernails to the tip of his hair, exuding a dignified air.Tong Yan stared at the man's gray-blue eyes, and said casually: "Nie Zheng, old Nie's own son, is now our half-boss."

His mother didn't understand even more, "The son meddled in his father's business and got more than a billion? He is so young, and he doesn't look like he has relied on his father. Where did he get so much money?"

Old Nie's wife is the jewel in the palm of Zhao Dongliu, a wealthy Chinese businessman in Southeast Asia. Nie Zheng was born with a diamond-encrusted gold spoon in his mouth. Even if he didn't rely on his father, his grandfather is even more famous than him.

But in Tong Yan's situation, envious of his good background in front of his own mother, he is either a fool or a white-eyed wolf.He twitched the corner of his mouth, and walked away with a sentence, "He is capable enough. He is amazing, with Lao Nie first, no one in the company calls him Xiao Nie behind his back, only dare to call him Mr. Nie."

It's awesome, but it's actually unlucky. If you bump into someone in the company, it might be his little mother.Tong Yan couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Yes, Mr. Nie.

This is April of 2011. Tong Yan is just young, full of vitality, and his inexperienced brain has more vigorous ambitions.But poor and white, except for that amazing face.

At this time, Nie Zheng, who came from a famous family, had returned to China less than [-] days ago.

The difference between cloud and mud, no one can associate them with one place.

It's just that the good fortune is wonderful, and their story begins here.

The author has something to say: First of all, I would like to say sorry to the pre-accepted girls, this hole should have been opened long ago, because the health has not been very good after the year, and it has been delayed until now.

Mr. Nie is 30 years old, with a 12-year age difference.

Attributes of a child→San Guanyang is a coquettish bitch who can't live without dying for a day.

Mr. Nie's attributes → He is honest on the surface and has a serious obsession with physical and mental cleanliness in private. At the age of 30, he has not yet started a carnage.

The two of them are this rhythm →

Xiaotong: I take the initiative, as long as you don't kill me, we will have a story. b(￣▽￣)d

Mr. Nie: What can I do to force a puddle of mud up the wall? I'm waiting online. It's very urgent. →_→