Drama masters ask so much [Quick Transmigration]

In this century-old city, there are the most prosperous and luxurious glimpses.

That is at night, in the dance hall where the glass lighthouse is bright, the richest agarwood begins to emit fragrance after night falls.

A group of people, style, chic, elegant, generous, is synonymous with fascinating everyone.They are the best in social communication in the upper class, good at singing and dancing, not necessarily from humble backgrounds, but there are always some twists and turns to make their life experience more dramatic.

Just like the popular singer 'Red Rose'.

Among all the singers who appeared in major dance halls, 'Red Rose', as a man, has become the most colorful stroke in this era.

Some people describe him as a poem, but it is a poem that contains tenderness but is extremely charming when read.Some people also describe him as the magnificence itself, which cannot be expressed in simple words, just like a rose that is just about to bloom, it is already red and glistening before it blooms, and when it is in full bloom, it is enough to turn all living beings upside down.

It's like his appearance, the first time you fall in love with it, the second time you are enchanted; it's also like his singing, the first time you are intoxicated, the second time you can forget where you are.

And such an existence is even more controversial.

'Red Rose' was born in a famous family, and after being a famous family, he has read poetry and books, but lingers in entertainment venues, loves to sing, is not afraid of anyone's eyes, and doesn't care about others' accusations that he is a man who does not defend his family and chooses to pursue his love. .

Until the fall of the family business, he changed from a wealthy son to a down-and-out young master, and he never stopped exuding the charm that was exclusive to him when he loved singing.

It has therefore become the well-known 'red rose' that never fades.

Since then, men are no longer the most frequented people in the dance halls. On the contrary, many ladies who can afford it also want to find out what happened to the red rose, and they will be addicted to the song of the red rose from then on.

They all want to spend a luxurious dream with him amidst the singing of red roses.

Without exception.

"Without exception?"

In the high-end and luxurious mahogany bungalow, the man is lazily sitting on the leather sofa, with his legs crossed and looking at the daily newspaper in his hand. He is wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a standard three-piece suit. He is well-groomed His hair set off his handsome and gentle appearance.

There is a playfulness in the tone that is different from the gentle appearance.

And there was no wave at the bottom of his eyes.

"Yes, master, without exception." The butler stood beside the man called Mr. Wen and nodded.

Wen Cheng looked at today's headlines in the black-and-white newspaper, and saw that most of the pages today were full of this 'red rose', talking about the hype, but he couldn't see the face. He could only see the person in the black-and-white photo wearing a cheongsam, with a veil covering his face. Face, holding Limai's hands wearing lace gloves, you can vaguely feel that they are a pair of beautiful hands.

But that's all.

I feel that without exception these four words are really exaggerated.

He put his hands on his knees, tapped his fingertips, and stared casually at the green trees outside the window: "You said, I have lived for so many years and rarely come across something that I find funny, should I go and see it? I think I Will be that exception."

The butler bent down and picked up the exquisite teapot to fill Wen Cheng's teacup: "Master, not everything is in your preset, maybe there are some things that you can't preset."

"Impossible." Wen Cheng picked up his teacup and took a sip. He looked at his butler and asked with a smile, "Why, I've been by my side for so long, and I think my premonitions are always terribly accurate, so you want me to overturn the car once. ?”

"That's not it." The contented butler put down the teapot and stood up: "I just have a feeling that you, Master, might be about to become a genius."

Wen Cheng couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence: "Okay, then I will reluctantly take your words as a compliment, an anthropomorphic compliment that can make me, a database that cannot have all human emotional reactions, hear it. , I am very happy."

"Master, is there no other plot to play in a database as powerful as yours besides being keen on making money?"

"What else can I play?"

The housekeeper lowered his voice meaningfully and said, "Love."

"Love?" Wen Cheng was puzzled by these two words.

Seeing the rare emotion on Wen Cheng's face, the butler laughed inwardly: "Yes, love, if you don't know what love is, it will be very difficult to understand."

Wen Cheng felt that the butler was provoking him, and it seemed that the main system that had accompanied him for so many years was a bit arrogant, and dared to make fun of him, and it was still such a direct provocation.

As the database of the virtual plane, he is an existence that can transcend time and space and play with time. His ideas can become the absolute command of everyone. He loves to play games, so he likes to travel through different eras to play what he wants to play. game.

And this kind of play is actually just to accumulate your own data, enrich yourself so that you can become the most comprehensive database in the virtual plane system, so as to enrich the games you create.

This time he is a businessman in the period of the Republic of China, and it is also the first time he has joined this game by himself since he developed this game in a real sense. In the previous games, he let the main system steward or the steward's assistant system Aidoduo to select the suitable ones. people.

He's just in charge of creating the plot, creating the thrill, creating the trap.

However, the appearance of this game is also because of his free will, so there is no name, but he has set a rule:

——Once the game starts, it cannot be exited, cannot be restarted, cannot be paused, even if it fails, it can only continue.

There are good results and bad results in the game, so there will be a lot of broken plots. He will watch those people who enter the game and end up tearing their hearts.But for him, it is not painful or itchy, and for those who enter the game, only after going through these things can they get what they want.

Behind the rules, he has only one purpose, which is the original intention of the game, that is, once he captures his own desires, he will start fearlessly.

You can't stop, you can't retreat, you can only move forward.

This is the force majeure factor of the game rules.

It was also because life was too boring, so he entered his own game world this time, wanting to see what he could encounter in such a world before he created a plot.

His database has already been powerful and habitual. When he comes to a new world, he can brainstorm the ending of everyone in this world, including joy, anger, sorrow, joy, life and death.

Don't look at him as if he can say a few words to describe emotions, but in fact he doesn't understand the meaning inside. He is just a cold data, and he doesn't need to understand these things.

So love?

What is this?

The housekeeper actually said that he would be difficult to understand?

Laughed ridiculously: "Is there still something in this world that I don't understand? Impossible."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the butler take out what looked like an invitation letter from behind and hand it to him.

His gaze fell on the invitation letter handed over, and he saw that it was a beautifully crafted red invitation letter, with vine patterns on it that were majestic yet elegant, and there was a red rose in full bloom on the far right.

And the invitation says:

——May you be my destiny

He took the invitation letter, and when he took it, he smelled a faint fragrance of roses, which was diffused from the invitation letter. For some reason, he felt a tickling feeling, it was an indescribable feeling.

I don't know whether these words are stimulating him, or the rose fragrance that suits his liking makes him have great interest in this invitation letter.

Even his database started to move around, trying to predict what would happen after the invitation was opened.

"Owner."

"What are you doing?" Wen Cheng looked up at the butler displeased, as if displeased why he interrupted his presupposition.

The butler bent down and shook his head with a smile, "Stop brainstorming, try an unknown stimulus."

"What do you mean?"

"From the moment you open the invitation letter, you don't have to think about anything, just let the story run its course." The butler continued, "Didn't you always want to be able to try excitement?"

"Will this be exciting?" Wen Cheng put the invitation letter on the tip of his nose and sniffed, the bottom of his deep eyes was smudged with ripples, which was a ripple of joy.

This fragrance of roses is elegant and indescribably sexy, as if the base of the fragrance is just a disguise, and after the base is diffused, it smells more intense.

It is the taste that wants to taste.

He felt that his mood was rising, and it was the sense of anticipation that kept him in this mood.

The butler caught his master's mood swings, and it continued: "It will be quite exciting, because this person is everything you think is impossible without exception."

"Without exception?" Wen Cheng opened the invitation letter.

Just as the invitation was being opened, a rose petal fell from the envelope.

Even though it was so light, it scratched hard at the tip of his heart.

In the invitation letter is another sentence, the font is beautiful and beautiful, as if this sentence and the fragrance of roses are as provocative and disturbing:

—Then I will give you roses, so that you can leave the fragrance on me.

The hand holding the edge of the invitation was slightly tightened, and the paper was slightly wrinkled.

"Red rose?" Wen Cheng read the last three words.

What a goblin.

The voice was deep and hoarse, which he couldn't even detect. His emotions seemed to be trapped by these words, into a field that he had never been involved in, and even led off track by the housekeeper.

"Didn't you say that the red rose of the popular era is a joke that everyone will be fascinated by it, maybe you can go and see for yourself whether he is a joke."

Wen Cheng's gaze was fixed on the sentence on the invitation letter, as if he was about to burn a hole out of the paper: "Tell me, did you say this sentence to me?"

The housekeeper smiled meaningfully: "Yes."

"Where is he?"

"XX dance hall."

"Prepare the car."

"Yes Master."

And every old customer who received the invitation opened it one after another, and saw the following on the invitation:

——May you be my destined person, then I will give you roses, so that you can leave the fragrance on me.

Everyone thought that this would be their own love words, the love words that Red Rose told him/her.

In fact, sending invitations as small advertisements is also a publicity technique.

As for this, it is naturally mass-produced.

Backstage of XX dance hall——

In the dressing room, Red Rose is putting on makeup.

The mirror reflected a beautiful man with short hair in a red cheongsam, holding a small eyebrow pencil in his slender and fair hand, and skillfully placed a gentle stroke between his brows, outlining a delicate but majestic outline.

After the entire elegant makeup was completed, he changed to a pen, tapped the tip of the pen in the rouge box, picked it up and wiped it gently on his lips.

The original crimson lips were dyed with red carmine, and the beautiful lips were perfectly outlined.

The corners of his lips were slightly sunken, and the young man with a cold expression in the mirror broke into a smile, as if he had captured the moment when the red rose was in full bloom.This delicate red cheongsam fully showed its value under such a smile.

The beauty of cheongsam is not to set off the beauty of red roses, but to be attached to red roses to look beautiful.

"Qianchun, I heard that you personally wrote the invitation letters to the famous families of the rich and powerful families this time?"

A sweet female voice came from outside the door of the dressing room. Huo Shanol, who had already prepared, glanced sideways. It was Bai Meigui Chunling who was singing with him on shift.

He hooked his lips and smiled: "Yes."

Dressed in an elegant white cheongsam, Chun Ling walked into the dressing room with small graceful steps. She had a sweet smile on her face, but her tone of voice was always indescribably yin and yang.

"What did you write to them? Is it a different invitation? Oh, you said that you really bothered. You really tried your best to get them to cheer you up. You are smart."

Huo Shanol glanced at the extra invitation letter, the inside pages were still open, the pen and ink were written not long ago, he heard what Chun Ling said as if he had heard something funny:

"Do I feel like I need to write differently to get them?"

Pure Spirit: "..."

"Of course I wrote exactly the same." Huo Chunchun smiled and bent the corners of his eyes, and the beauty at the end of his eyes could switch between pure and lusty, he bent down and approached Chun Ling with a smile: "The one who wishes to take the bait."

The tail is elongated and sexy.

The author has something to say: the seventh world is the world where they first met