canary dressed as a disabled villain

He Zhuo just acquired this live broadcast company not long ago, and the specific operation is managed by a professional team. He is only responsible for upper-level decision-making and overall planning.

Xiao Zhang guessed that He Zhuo was not interested in downloading the app to watch the live broadcast for Zhuang Jianning, so he directly sent the small videos intercepted by netizens on the hot search website, as well as the screenshots of popular comments from netizens, to He Zhuo via WeChat.

He Zhuo didn't turn on the phone when he heard the phone "ding dong" several times. He picked up the watering can and watered the flowers casually.

He doesn't care about the preferences and characteristics of these flowers. Watering the flowers every morning is purely an obsessive-compulsive habit, and it should be exercised.

As for whether there is water shortage or how the flowers are, he doesn't pay attention to them, nor can he appreciate them.

After changing his clothes, he picked up his cell phone, opened the door and took the elevator downstairs.

Zhuang Jianning heard the voice in a daze, half asleep and half awake, he seemed to remember something, sat up from the sofa with two pillows in his arms, closed his eyes to wake up.

He Zhuo didn't care whether there was anyone on the sofa, the wheelchair drove through the living room directly to the balcony, picked up the remote control when passing the coffee table, and opened all the windows and curtains in the living room to ventilate.

Zhuang Jianning was shocked by the cold wind in the morning, and his skin got goosebumps. He folded his arms and rubbed them together, and stood up sleepily, with two locks of hair curled up on top of his head, like a drunk cat.

He half-closed his eyes and walked around the living room several times, and the more he walked around, the more he became more and more confused: "Why can't I find the bathroom at home."

He Zhuo continued to water with the watering can, and gave him a sideways glance halfway through. The little furry boy who was wearing an adult's clothes was smoking foolishly, and even signed him at a high price. This live broadcast company is probably about to go bankrupt.

The doorbell rang softly, and a middle-aged aunt came in. Zhuang Jianning just yawned, looked at her with teary eyes, and was even more confused.

Auntie is also confused, this Mr. He has always lived alone, and no one has ever entered the house except his assistant. Where did this kid come from today.

The employer is all about privacy, she understands it very well, put aside her doubts and greeted Zhuang Jianning: "Hello, I am Mr. He's personal chef, and my surname is Song."

Zhuang Jianning finally woke up when he heard the word "Mr. He", and the expression on his face could not conceal the disappointment for a moment, but it was only for a moment. He quickly adjusted his mood and greeted her warmly: "Aunt Song, good morning! I It's Jane. Would you like breakfast?"

Already used to Mr. He's indifference, Aunt Song liked a handsome guy with a good-looking sweet mouth unexpectedly.

Moreover, it is also a good thing for Mr. He to have such a lively and enthusiastic person by his side.She also became more talkative: "Little Jane, what do you want to eat, Chinese food or Western food, is there any taboo? Are you tired, why are you so sleepy, go to sleep for a while, I will call you when the meal is ready. "

Zhuang Jianning laughed: "Don't be picky, just be the same as Mr. He, thank you Aunt Song."

When Aunt Song entered the kitchen, Zhuang Jianning looked at He Zhuo who was busy on the balcony, and moved over unconsciously.

Zhuang Jianning couldn't bear to see beautiful things being ruined the most in his life. When he saw clearly what tragedy was happening in the world, he let out a soft "hiss".

Just about to fight against He Zhuo for these beautiful and vivid flowers, he looked down and saw He Zhuo's face, the brows, eyes and thin lips were delicate in the sun, the nose bridge and chin were sharp and sharp, revealing a sexy flamboyance.

Forget it, it's normal for him to be so handsome and not know how to water flowers.

He reached out to catch the watering can in He Zhuo's hand: "Mr. He, let me help you."

The skin of his hand was touched, and He Zhuo suddenly clenched the watering can tightly, pursed his lips tightly, and his face, which was always calm and calm, was covered with clouds. He bit his back molars, and said word by word: "Zhuang, Jane, Ning."

Without a quilt all night, and being blown by the cold wind early in the morning, Zhuang Jianning shivered slightly from the cold. At first, he was about to take down the watering can in He Zhuo's hand, but He Zhuo's hand was too warm. Transferred, didn't notice He Zhuo's abnormal emotion at all.

Rubbing the back of He Zhuo's warm hands with both hands, he let out a barely audible sigh: "Mr. He, your hands are so warm."

He Zhuo was held by a small ice cube, somehow, it seemed to extinguish the burning dark desire in his heart that could destroy the world.

After a while, he relaxed his muscles, and looked at the slender fingers covering them calmly again, then casually raised his head, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhuang Jianning: "Did you find your bathroom?"

"It's okay. I'm young and my kidneys are good. I can look for it for a while." Zhuang Jianning looked into his eyes, and seemed to see a flash of dark fire in it again. Fang saw the bedding and pillows.

He was shocked, let go of He Zhuo's hand, threw himself on the quilt as if he had found his relatives, and shouted with joy all over his body: "I was born before you, and I am old when I was born. The fate between us is so shallow. .”

The flowers were only half watered, He Zhuo did not continue for the first time, put down the watering can, muttered "crazy", and went to the restaurant in a wheelchair.

Wrapped in a quilt, Zhuang Jianning curled up on the hanging chair on the balcony for a while. The sun was warm in the early spring morning, the breeze was gentle, the flowers and trees were fragrant, and her whole body was warm. She just fell asleep again as she swayed around.

The aunt brought out the breakfast, but she didn't see Zhuang Jianning everywhere, she glanced at He Zhuo, hesitated for a while, and said cautiously: "Mr. He, do you want to call Xiao Jian for dinner?"

"He's not hungry."

Auntie froze for a moment, but didn't dare to say anything else, and went back to the kitchen silently to prepare the ingredients for noon.

A piece of explosive rock and dance music suddenly exploded in the dull living room.

He Zhuo felt that his celestial spirit cap had been lifted, he closed his eyes and held his breath, and shouted word by word: "Zhuang, Jane, Ning!"

Zhuang Jianning slept so soundly that she was so frightened by the music that she almost jumped up from the hanging chair.

He stretched his long legs, wrapped himself in a quilt, and rushed to the sofa quickly. He didn't care who it was, and just pressed the answer button: "Hello, hello."

I was so excited that I clicked several times, and the hands-free was turned on: "Mr. Zhuang, today's big star Cheng Yan's itinerary is out, 500 yuan..."

Zhuang Jianning is going to be autistic, is the original owner still alive?He promised not to beat him to death: "Mr. Zhuang has already become a fan of him, and he will not be needed in the future, thank you!"

The other side didn't give up: "That's it! That black fan will charge you three hundred. If you don't grasp his itinerary in time, how can you strike accurately? We..."

Zhuang Jianning is going crazy.

He hung up the phone with a slap, and changed the ringtone one after another. Why did he have a brain twitch yesterday and change the vibration to ringtone.

Such a life!real!So exciting!

Reluctantly looking up, seeing He Zhuo eating breakfast at a leisurely pace at the dining table, Zhuang Jianning recited "I can't see me" three times silently, and fled into the guest bathroom to take a quick wash.

Seeing that there was a breakfast on the opposite side of He Zhuo, Zhuang Jianning sat down consciously, with his back straight, his hands on the dining table, like a primary school student, and honestly expressed his attitude: "Thank you, Mr. He for feeding!"

Then he generously analyzed his heart and admitted his mistakes: "Before chasing stars was a bit high! Now the period of youth confusion is finally over!"

He Zhuo put down the tableware and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. Zhuang Jianning thought he was leaving after eating, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw He Zhuo picked up the mobile phone next to him, showing no intention of leaving.

Then he heard his whining voice coming from the man's cell phone.

"I am a natural beauty..."

"I don't have any other relatives, so I'm close to my uncle...he's rather cold, obviously super handsome, but his temperament, um, is wrapped in the cold current of Siberia..."

"My uncle is getting old, he rests early..."

Zhuang Jianning's immediate reaction was that He Zhuo had installed surveillance cameras at home, at least in the kitchen.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he pretended to be calm. While cutting the Kobe steak in front of him, he thought about whether he had crossed the road last night.

He Zhuo turned off the video, looked up, stared at the two tufts of hair dangling on Zhuang Jianning's head, and slowly shifted his gaze to the red mole on his pointed nose.

The young man in front of him was wearing ill-fitting home clothes, but his hands and feet were filled with the pure sunshine nourished by abundance and happiness. He Zhuo caressed the skin of his hands that had just been touched by Zhuang Jianning, occasionally jumping off the unexpected people hate.

It's still the same shell, but inside it looks like a different person.

In the screenshot of the comments, the netizens seemed to be joking, but in fact they pointed out the reason for Zhuang Jianning's sudden popularity.

[Those with good-looking hands are not as rich as him, those who are richer than him are not as handsome as him, those who are more handsome are not as interesting as him, those who are more interesting than him have no uncle who depends on each other, and those with uncles can't make mediocre pancakes! 】

[In the food live broadcast with serious homogenization, Xiaojian is like a clear stream, flowing into my dead silent heart, awakening my eagerness to explore. 】

[My mind is now full of Brother Xiaojian's hand and voice. In 3 minutes, I need to know all the information about Brother Xiaojian. 】

He Zhuo glanced at it, and replied to Xiao Zhang: "Understood."

Xiao Zhang: "..."

knew?That's it?

Seeing that He Zhuo looked down at his phone and ignored him, Zhuang Jianning thought about it, took the phone from the coffee table, and logged into the original owner's various social accounts while having breakfast to learn about the original owner's social circle.

In WeChat, there is a middle school group called "Si+Muni" who is particularly active.

[Fatty also wants to fly: @庄健宁, the results of the professional courses of the Central Academy of Fine Arts have come down. It is said that Jing Chen has received a notice from the Central Academy of Fine Arts that the design professional course No. 1, and his cultural courses are also okay. It seems that the Central Academy of Fine Arts this year Steady. 】

[The thinnest man is the most handsome: @庄建宁, your biological parents were taken away by Jing Chen, and your Cheng Yan is deeply in love with him. Regardless of your grades in this exam, his first place will definitely surpass you. Can you bear it too? 】

[I am the uncle: @zhuang jianning, among other things, you are much more handsome than Jing Chen, why is he a school grass?This world is so unfair to you.By the way, have you blocked Cheng Yan these two days? You have to ask him clearly, all of this should belong to you. 】

In the novel, the protagonist Shou Jingchen did go to the leading art school in China - the Central Academy of Fine Arts.However, the original main cultural courses and professional courses were not good, so I only spent money to go to a third-rate college.

The original owner walked to the final tragic ending step by step, and the so-called "friends" around him also contributed to the flames.

Zhuang Jianning quit the group neatly.

The art test was over in February, no need to check, the original owner must have failed the professional course.

The results of professional courses are a foregone conclusion, no matter how capable he is, he can't go the way of the top art academy in China now.

Then take advantage of these two months to review well and take a good university entrance examination.

The second most active on WeChat is the class group of Class 16, Senior Three of Imperial Capital International High School where the original owner is.

Imperial Capital International puts more emphasis on quality education, but the educational philosophy in the novel is similar to the reality, and it is unavoidably divided into experimental class A, experimental class B, key class, and ordinary class.

The original owner's class 16 is the ordinary class in the ordinary.

Zhuang Jianning opened the group chat and took a glance.

【Report!Monthly exam results are down!Our class is at the bottom of the 16 classes again, most of the reason is that some people @zhuang jianning got a total score of 30 points, which dragged down the whole class and made the hard work of the teachers go to waste! 】

【Hey!It is said that the results of the art test came out, Jing Chen, the school grassroots of the experimental class b, got the No.1 professional course of the Central Academy of Fine Arts!This time his monthly exam results are also in the top 10 of our school!How could there be such a perfect and excellent person in the world! 】

[The gap between people is really like the sun and the moon shining on a ditch!Some people are born to be the sun, shining light on the earth; while some people's existence is a black hole, there is no salvation! 】

[Quickly check the latest post on the school forum!There is heavy gossip! 】

Zhuang Jianning swiped the phone with one hand, put down the fork with the other hand, and scratched his hair. There was no way to withdraw from the class group, so he could only log out of WeChat.

The impact of each of these piles is big enough, and he has no intention of going to gossip now.

Randomly click on Weibo, or pay attention to current affairs news in this world.

"Oh my God! Who bought the wrong noodles?" He still had a piece of steak in his mouth, and when he spoke, his cheeks were bulging, as white and round as two glutinous rice balls.

The 999+ news and more than 2000 fans really surprised him.

After registering last night, I fell asleep and didn't post any Weibo. Fans couldn't comment and had to send him a private message.

He clicked on two at random, only to realize that his live video from last night had gone viral.

Log out of Weibo, click on the live broadcast app, and first receive a system message.

"Hello Xiaojian, an ordinary private kitchen blogger, I am the manager of the xx live broadcast platform. Because your live broadcast is quite personal, it is deeply loved by fans, and it is also in line with the "creative, healthy and fashionable" food concept promoted by my live broadcast platform. It coincides with each other. Our company intends to sign a formal live broadcast contract with you, with generous remuneration, and then someone will call you to discuss the details of the contract.”

The sending time was in the early morning, which should be when the heat was fermenting. Zhuang Jianning clicked on the homepage, and the cumulative number of viewers of his live broadcast last night had reached hundreds of thousands.

He is a cash cow with a hot search physique, and the live broadcast platform must seize it.

Zhuang Jianning is actually quite short of money now, but he is also very sober.

First of all, the ingredients are all He Zhuo's, if he can't afford it, he won't have the capital to engage in this novel live broadcast.

Secondly, the official live broadcast contract will have a minimum live broadcast time limit. There are only two months left before the college entrance examination.

Rebirth was not easy, and he didn't want to waste time at this important juncture.

He is usually a person who likes to communicate with partners or assistants, and now he is only surrounded by He Zhuo, and he didn't hold back: "Mr. He, in fact, I did a live broadcast in your kitchen yesterday. There is an intention to sign a contract with me."

He Zhuo had already turned off his phone, and was reading a copy of the Legal Daily.

Hearing this, he hummed barely audibly, and said in his heart, I can also stop my intentions for you at any time.

Zhuang Jianning didn't care about his indifferent attitude, and said seriously: "But I don't really want to sign now, the college entrance examination is coming soon, I want to focus on my studies."

A trace of joke flashed across He Zhuo's deep eyes staring at the newspaper.

Aunt Song came out of the kitchen and heard the second half of the sentence, seeing that Mr. He didn't intend to answer, she continued: "Little Jane is really sensible, my son knows how to play in the third day of this year, if you can save half of my worries, I will be thankful. By the way, Mr. He was the champion of science back then, you can..."

Thinking of He Zhuo having an accident in a car accident on the day of college entrance and having been with a wheelchair ever since, she realized that she had said something wrong, so she immediately shut up, turned around and went to the guest bathroom to clean up.

There are not many descriptions about the He family and He Zhuo in the novel, only a few sentences mentioned that the He family family has a great business and is deeply rooted in the imperial capital.

The winner in the end was He Zhuo, who suffered from leg problems and heart demons. He also pointed out his cruel and cruel nature from the side, and he was ingenious and relentless when torturing the original owner.

He Zhuo's expression remained calm, as if nothing around him existed.

Zhuang Jianning was afraid of his calmness.

He leaned over the dining table with his chin resting on his arm, tilted his head, stretched out his other hand, lightly touched the back of He Zhuo's hand holding the newspaper with his white fingers, and coaxed with a sweet smile: "Mr. That’s amazing! I like amazing people the most!”

Judging from the plot in the novel, He Zhuo should not be interested in such a docile person like him.

The lamb is no longer plump, and the butcher loses the pleasure of slaughtering it.

"Which aspect is better?" He Zhuo raised his eyelids casually, looked away from the newspaper, first stared at the pure white ice covering his hand, and then raised his eyes to meet Zhuang Jianning's gaze.

It was clearly a calm and emotionless voice, but Zhuang Jianning could hear a hint of playfulness in it, met his deep and dark eyes, and was about to speak when Aunt Song came out from the guest room.

Put a bronzing business card in Zhuang Jianning's hand.

"Little Jane, is this yours? I didn't pay attention to it just now and almost threw it away. When I saw it, it turned out to be GM's scout business card. I know this entertainment company. My son likes the big star Cheng Yan, and he praises me every day." He can sing and dance very well, Xiao Jian, you look so good-looking, do you want to become as good as Cheng Yan?"