The Rich and Vicious Male Supporting Character is Tearing up the Script

Is there anything in your life that you would lose if you took a step back?If not, please be brave and fight hard.

During the period when Cheng Luyu lost consciousness, the boy's words kept appearing in his mind.

When he was a teenager, bearing the title of "illegitimate child", he was scolded countless times.Saliva, phlegm, soda, cigarette butts... It was as if all the dirty and vented items were beckoning to him.

But he didn't understand.

"Mom, I'm an illegitimate child, am I wrong? If I was born wrong, why was I born into the world?"

"..." Mom was always silent.

In her silence, it is often accompanied by a wisp of smoke and dust from the scarlet sparks of the cigarette butt and the dust from the poor wooden houses.

Cheng Luyu thought about countless questions, but always got stuck on the same question.It's like drawing a circle and returning to the original starting point.

"Why can't I choose to be born?"

why?

what?

what?

……

"If I cannot choose my birth, then I can choose my death."

"I've lived, but it's been miserable. I don't feel happy at all about the things that each of you find happy. Is there anything to be happy about? Is there a girl to like?"

"Teacher? Apart from knowledge, the teacher didn't move me. Mentor? Not even a teacher. No one has ever noticed me."

"...There is always something that makes me feel that the world is still worth remembering? There is always a little touch that is still in my heart...No, I have exhausted my best just to live, let alone there are people who want me to die."

"You ask me why I don't resist? Because I'm so tired."

——Cheng Luyu said to herself.

But what made him more painful was why death was so painful.

When he was young, he once thought that if he rode a bicycle and walked in a certain direction, would he reach the end of the world?

But later, after he learned the knowledge, he realized that everything can only go back to the dot.

After he went through all kinds of torture, wasting time and escaping everything, he returned to the point of facing his own identity.

He was obviously so afraid of living, but the stranger's hand that was holding him tightly conveyed warmth to him so vividly.

Cheng Luyu figured out that philosophical question when he opened his eyes.

"If I can't choose my birth, I can't choose my death either, but I can choose my future."

He turned his head and saw the young man holding his hand tightly.

The soft sunlight smudged the top of his hair, the boy was lying on the edge of the bed, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, his delicate and warm cheeks were flushed, and the light extended from him.

Following the light, Cheng Luyu saw a brand new future that he could look straight at, and the livid, twitching face of a handsome strange man who couldn't hide his resentment.

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Cheng Luyu was saved.After walking through the gate of hell twice, he lost a lot of weight, almost only a skeleton.It was just a coincidence that Su Qingyuan saved him before, but this time, Su Qingyuan knew that the person in front of him was the researcher she wanted to find, so she couldn't bear him to die no matter what.

To Cheng Luyu, he has a bit of reverence in his heart.As early as when he was a student, he had read papers written by Cheng Luyu, who was a scientific research madman with more scientific research spirit than himself.But it is a pity that Cheng Luyu died young. After his death, his academic value soared immediately, and he became the most regrettable scientific researcher.

Therefore, when he learned that Cheng Luyu might end his life like in his previous life, Su Qingyuan followed the address given by the netizens who abused Cheng Luyu on the Internet, and rescued him in time.

But the news of Cheng Luyu's suicide was pushed out, and the people who had been flirting and insulting Cheng Luyu just a second ago changed their expressions and responded to the sentence "After you die, the whole world will start to love you".

Everyone is calling for "no cyber violence", but when they put aside these masks, they quickly pulled a small group of individuals to criticize him.

——It’s really fragile, and I didn’t do anything to him.

——Plagiarism is not allowed, the world has changed.

——Oh, don't you need to explain anything after you die?It's fucking disgusting.

But for these, Cheng Luyu didn't care at all.

There are two ways of human existence. The first is biological existence, that is, the existence of life characteristics; the second is cognitive existence, that is, "I exist because I am perceived. I exist in your eyes ".

Maybe many people are saying that he plagiarized, but what Cheng Luyu cares about is the perception in Su Qingyuan's eyes.

"Do you think I plagiarized?" Cheng Luyu was very nervous, his hands shaking the quilt because he was not good at words.

The other party's water-colored eyes carried the cunning of peach blossoms and the gentleness of spring.

"With your strength, there is no need to plagiarize. I believe in you. I even want to hand over the company's research department to you, with an annual salary of [-] million, and you can buy whatever equipment you want, is that okay?"

There are no softer, firmer words than these.

Since Cheng Luyu was born, it was the first time someone discovered him. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry because of face.

The big man stuffed his head into the quilt, sobbing, Su Qingyuan wanted to leave him enough space, and went out.

He couldn't bear Su Qingyuan to leave, so he stretched out his hand to hold the other's hand, but couldn't help crying.

When he was about to cry, he came out of the quilt embarrassingly, just about to apologize, but met Luo Zhixing's livid face.

Cheng Luyu: "..."

Luo Zhixing: "Don't love me, it won't work."

"..." Cheng Luyu felt a chill all over his body, quickly let go of the opponent's hand, and asked, "What's your relationship with him?"

Ah.mock up!

Can't you tell with your eyes that the school flower is the piece of Tang monk meat I guarded?

blind!

Luo Zhixing took out a wet tissue, wiped his fingers carefully, inside and out, raised his piercing eyes, and sneered a little at the corners of his mouth: "Friendship with death, relationship with sex, relationship with marriage."

Cheng Luyu QWQ.

First love, heartbreak.

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"PR department ready."

"Find out the movements of Bai Yunshu and He Yi."

"Find a way to clarify Cheng Luyu's plagiarism incident."

The three tasks were quickly divided, and Lian Qi and Gan Lin fell into a state of emergency preparations. They seemed to be busy clarifying, but in fact, Gan Lin had already prepared several versions of clarification methods.

It's just that after reading it, Su Qingyuan felt that it wasn't tough enough.

Gan Lin was wronged: "There is no way, we don't have the video evidence from that year. Bai Yunshu can't confess and admit it by himself, right?"

He really wanted to show it in front of Su Qingyuan.

As early as when Bai Xue Wuhen came out, he had already started to make plans, but he didn't expect that all the plans were stuck in the key link, and there was no evidence.

Laboratory data can be provided, but the other party’s guarantee is not complete, and the same data can also be falsified.

Engineering project development time?The other party clung to the issue of formula, which was difficult to disentangle.

Su Qingyuan thought for a while, and handed over the case of Cheng Luyu's plagiarism to Gan Lin: "Leave the matter of Bai Yunshu to me to handle personally, and handle Cheng Luyu's plagiarism case. I believe that with your ability, you will be able to extract Cheng Luyu cleanly. "

Gan Lin happily said, "Then I'll take care of this. If you can't handle Bai Yunshu's affairs, Lian Qi and I will come back immediately."

"Okay, if I really can't figure it out, I can only invite you two masters to come back." Cheek-supporting Xiao Su always looks delicate and pretty, her peach blossom eyes are moist and clear, and her movements are alluring.

He tried his best to recall the events of his previous life.

Cheng Luyu chose to end his life after his reputation was ruined.But someone found some personal habits in Cheng Luyu's academic papers, and there was a miscalculated data in a certain paper.

Su Qingyuan stopped Gan Lin who was about to leave, and said: "You should carefully look at the data part of the academic paper. It is best to let Cheng Luyu verify the professional part by himself. Since it is plagiarism, it is better to implement it in the paper itself."

Gan Lin burst into laughter, nodded repeatedly, and closed the office door.

After Gan Lin left, Su Qingyuan added some preservative to the vase, and inserted a few Queen Farah plants into it.

Thoughts return to childhood with the scent of Damascena Rose by Queen Farah.

Standing alone in the snow, there is almost no trace of heat from the whole body. The bustling people come or leave from this street, and no one here asks: "Hello."

Su Qingyuan was wearing a small skirt and wrapped in a thick down jacket, shivering in the coming winter snow.

The hot and sour noodle shop next to it is one pot after another.The boss uses a special small bamboo basket, puts a small handful of soaked hot and sour powder in it, and cooks it in the bone broth.Put seasoning and a large spoonful of mustard in the small porcelain bowl next to it, and finally pour hot bone soup.

I am used to rich food and rich food, and I am used to the life of a wealthy family. I never thought that just a spoonful of hot and sour noodles can seduce people's souls with the fireworks in the market.

Su Qingyuan's eyes were shining brightly against the hot and sour powder, and he touched his bag, but he couldn't even get out five yuan.

"Are you an orphan? Lost?" A man came out from behind, wearing a denim jacket, with a pair of children's version of Air Force One on his feet.The other party was still childish, with the tails of his eyes turned up, a typical ruffian young master, a playboy, "Hey, I'm talking to you, and I don't care about others. See, you are also a man who left home. We are like-minded. Master, let me treat you to dinner. "

The ruffian master seems to be talkative, familiar and uneasy.But Su Qingyuan was really hungry, he never thought that hunger could take away life, but today he tasted it.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I just have a lot of money, and I want to find someone who can talk to me. When I saw you like this and stood in the snow for so long, I guessed that you were like me. He ran away from home. I think we must get along well. Are your parents as annoying as mine?" The ruffian young master chattered endlessly like buns.

While sitting in the small shop with his feet shrunk, the young master ruffian began to complain about his family.Now Su Qingyuan finally feels that the other party is not a human trafficker, because there is no human trafficker who will chatter about the affairs of his own family, everything is as big as the straight bearing pillar at home, as small as the color of a toothbrush.

"It's annoying. Let me inherit the family business every day. Don't I still have a big brother in my family? He will inherit soon. I am a destroyer of family planning and the creator of the super-birth plan. If you say that I have more children, I might as well give birth to a block." What about char siu. They think it's boring, and I think it's boring too."

"Pfft..." Su Qingyuan couldn't help laughing.

He is still young, his facial features are exquisite and undifferentiated, and he has a kind of indistinguishable purity between male and female. His peach blossom eyes are still rounded, but the end of his eyes is slightly upward, and he smiles like a little moon.However, the tails of the eyes are red, and the corners of the lips are also red, like a transparent strawberry candy, which makes people want to take a bite.

"What are you laughing at?" Luo Zhixing's cheeks were a little red, he looked at the little girl in front of him, his Adam's apple was a little itchy, his heart was a little fast, and even when he asked, his voice was extremely low and hoarse.

The "little girl" smiled and bent her eyes, the pupils were like sea water reflecting the sky, clean and clear: "I think you are quite interesting."

"Really?" Luo Zhixing blinked his eyes, his throat became more and more itchy, as if the unbearable love at first sight was about to jump out of his throat, turning into a youthful voice, "Then you think I've grown up Who will it be? Police? President? Scientist?"

"Here comes the hot and sour noodles—" the boss laughed out of his loose folds, sprinkled a handful of green onions, and brought up [-] steaming hot and sour noodles with oily chili peppers.

Su Qingyuan's words were on his lips, but he was hooked away by the hot and sour powder.He usually eats plain and elegantly, and there are almost no spicy dishes in Ruan's family, but today, he ate one bite, and it was very sour.

Not too spicy, but full of flavor.Especially the curly cabbage, which is full of soup, is sweet and moist, with endless aftertaste.

The satisfaction of being full made Su Qingyuan warm up all over.The sense of vigilance around him was also softened by this warmth, the peach blossom eyes were full of laziness and charm, and the pale lips became ruddy, showing an attractive color.

The tails of his eyes were raised, young and pure, like a peach blossom in bud.

"You're good. Maybe you'd make a good detective."

Luo Zhixing frowned heavily: "Why are you a detective?"

Young and naive, middle school two, with all kinds of speculation about the future, Su Qingyuan's voice has not changed, it is soft and sticky.

"Because he's so handsome."

The two walked along the icy street to the old church.There are no people here, and the ruined wall has become a playground for children. The corners of the wall are covered with white snow, and occasionally a few stubborn weeds can be seen.

Luo Zhixing stepped on the collapsed boulder across the church, and stretched out his hand to pull up Su Qingyuan who was obediently on the ground.

"Hmm..." Su Qingyuan pressed his skirt with one hand, and cried out softly, then he fell into Luo Zhixing's arms, and cried out softly again.

Luo Zhixing put "her" aside and laughed at her: "Why are you so timid?"

Su Qingyuan didn't speak. Looking down from a high place, the city was covered in white snow, and it was eerily quiet.Occasionally, there is a layer of red lanterns floating on the white snow, connected with lights from thousands of families.

"Ah, this one looks like a kind of rose." The young man was hearty, with his vacant feet dangling in the air.

Su Qingyuan tilted her head, her eyes full of doubts.

"like what?"

The young man has a ruffian smile, open-minded and innocent.

"Queen Farah."

"Queen Farah?" Su Qingyuan, who knew little about roses, felt like being caressed by a rose named Queen Farah, "What kind of flower is that?"

Looking at the pure and innocent girl, Luo Zhixing felt itchy in her heart.His deer bumped wildly, and his moon river collapsed.He coughed lightly, and the cold winter wind blew away the burning heat from his cheeks.

"The flower shape of a classical rose, rolled like snow, with a cluster of flame-like curls at the end of the petals."

"..." Su Qingyuan silently wrote down in his heart that after many years, he accidentally left behind a rose among thousands of flowers, only Queen Farah, like the only soul that was quietly burning in the white snow.

He asked the teenager: "Will we meet again?"

The young man patted the dust off his buttocks, and lowered his head to kiss the back of his hand, which is an ancient etiquette.

"We will definitely meet again."

The quiet streets are covered with snow, and the lights of thousands of houses light up the soul of the city, like the silent curl of Queen Farah.

But the boy's appearance has become blurred. I only remember that there is a dog's head on the denim jacket worn by the boy.Thinking about it now, the promise of "we will definitely meet again" was just a joke of a teenager.

Even Su Qingyuan himself only thought of it occasionally, but sighed occasionally.

Su Taiqiang called and asked if he needed help suppressing comments.

Su Qingyuan wanted to say no, but recalled the complaint she received from Su Taiqiang's secretary before: "Little President Su, don't be too polite to President Su, he is often lonely recently. If this continues, his temper will become more and more irritable. People say, if this continues, You're going to get dementia."

He cleared his throat, and said softly to his brother, "I feel very happy to have my elder brother help me all the time."

"Don't talk about it." Su Taiqiang's cheeks were flushed, and his eye circles were also red. If he said a little more, his handsome and rich image of a domineering boss would naturally disappear.

How can others see him so unglamorous?

Su Qingyuan said: "Let my brother decide everything. I may have to do something else."

Su Taiqiang thumped in his heart, vaguely feeling that his brother was going to do something out of the ordinary.

But what does that matter?

He remembered that Su Qingyuan, a young talent, had to be bound by the behavior of a "good boy" in his words and deeds.Every word and deed is like a delicate doll.As the heir of the Ruan family, he needed to study crazily when he was young, and he had to be very decent in the outside world. His childhood was constantly deprived, leaving only boring books.When he grew up, he guarded the company, like a dragon knight guarding a treasure.

But what about the real him?There may be a little bit of watchfulness behind the few words, just like, I once wanted to reach out to pick that orange.

……

So, he didn't want to just be a good boy.The good boy Ruan Qingyuan died long ago in the prison of his previous life, weathered into a pile of bones.

The current Su Qingyuan.

Crawl back from hell to claim my life.

Su Qingyuan hung up the phone with Su Taiqiang, sent a message to Bai Yunshu, asking him to come out.

Just like in the past, Bai Yunshu's random tricks would give him a headache, until his death in the previous life, Su Qingyuan still wanted to compete fairly with the other party.

Words and deeds are bound by rules, and they are not allowed to be free for a moment.Just like that young man, he jumped up and stood freely on the broken boulder, but he raised his head, unable to take a step, because as an elegant young master, the behavior of climbing trees was strictly prohibited.

But the boy took his hand.

In the same street scene over and over again.

Su Qingyuan understood for the first time, and escaped comfortably.

Street View is no longer Street View.

Instead, Queen Farah, doused in hot lava and covered with snow.

Having prepared the sack, Su Qingyuan was about to leave the office, but was interrupted by the hasty bell.

"Brother, is there anything else?"

The other party was panting, his voice low and powerful.

"Be brave and do what you want to do, no matter what happens, brother will always be your shield, the strongest shield!"

Ah, it's gross.

Su Qingyuan's palms were numb from the shock.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

【Luo Zhixing】: Let go of me! ! !I want to kill Cheng Luyu, that bastard! ! ! !How could he hold my wife's hand? ? ?Mama, I can't bear this grievance! ! ! ! ! !

【chatter】

I changed a typesetting method, will it look more comfortable?

I am trying new ways of writing normally, brother jio is so cute, does it look comfortable?

Daily: Queen Farah in my family has recently sprouted, straight up, and a pillar of the sky.Wronged it shrunk in a pot the size of a teacup, I am so poor QWQ

I will start replying to Brother Moe's comments recently! !Come and call me hahaha