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The young man was quickly taken to Lu Xian's office.

He was wearing a light gray long windbreaker, a plain white sweater and light blue jeans, and a gray mask covering most of his face.

Lu Xian leaned on the seat, crossed his slender legs, tapped lightly with one hand on his knee, and looked at him indifferently.

As soon as the young man closed the door, Lu Xian opened his mouth.

"Secretary Yu should have made it very clear to you."

The young man paused as he took off his mask.

After he heard the news, he asked the director to drag most of the crew to work overtime together. After filming his part, he rushed back in a hurry despite the dissuasion of his agent. He didn't want to hear such a sentence.

Clear, what does it mean to be clear?

The young man didn't want to think about it, he forced himself to calm down, showed his delicate face, and smiled at Lu Xian.

Lu Xian looked at the young man who was approaching him, that cute and youthful look used to satisfy him, but now...

It was rare for him to be patient, "Mo An, you shouldn't have come."

Mo An's movements froze, he stood in front of Lu Xian, his face was still smiling, but his voice was a little trembling, "Did I do something wrong recently?"

Lu Xian's gaze remained calm, he shook his head, "It's not important."

unimportant?How could it be unimportant?

"Tell me, what did I do wrong?" Mo Anqiang supported his smile, and unconsciously clenched his hands, "As long as you say it, I will change it..."

After he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and he lowered his head, not wanting Lu Xian to see his red eye sockets, but his eyes accidentally hit a touch of white.

It was the sweater he was wearing.

The tip of the nose began to feel sore inexplicably.

He hates white, simple and neat clothes, he likes to be flamboyant, black is cool, but for this man, he threw away all his preferences, trying to get close to the look he likes, and only hopes to stay by his side for a longer time , a little longer.

That way you can fool yourself is forever.

but……

Mo An stared at his toes, and said in a low voice, "I recently filmed a movie, and I finished it all night last night. The last line in it is," Mo An suddenly raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, "Like is the original sin. ""

Lu Xian saw the affection in his eyes, this expression was very familiar, he had seen many, more complicated and crazier, more persistent and stubborn, he had seen them all.

Even back then, maybe he himself looked like this.

Lu Xian shook his head, with a bit of regret in his tone, "Mo An, you are too involved in the drama."

"From the beginning to the end, we are just a transaction. When you can no longer bring me joy, there is no reason to stay. You have always understood this."

Mo An sniffed, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

"I see."

He raised the corners of his lips, and said in a light voice, "How could I not understand?"

He clenched his fingers so hard that his joints turned white, and he managed to suppress his trembling voice.

"It's been three years, so many people have come and gone, and I'm the only one who stays. Isn't this sensibility what you value?"

Lu Xian raised his jaw, "You know."

He raised his eyebrows, and there was a little doubt in his eyes, "Then why did you lose your sense of proportion?"

Mo An looked at the man who was close at hand, at the man who had shared his bed with him for many days and nights, and at the question in his eyes.

His heart suddenly turned cold, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his internal organs, almost freezing him.

He stared into Lu Xian's eyes, and suddenly asked, "Why did you give up on me?"

Lu Xian looked back at him, with a cool voice, "You're looking for my whereabouts."

Mo An suddenly laughed.

He smiled and tears fell, "So that's the case, hahaha, it turned out to be like this—"

He coughed violently, as if his heart and lungs were about to be coughed out, but he was still laughing, trembling all over, and couldn't stop laughing, "I thought you saw my inconsistency, I thought you knew that I suppressed other people in private , I thought you were tired of my body..."

"But I didn't expect, Lu Xian, you have no heart."

He repeated, "Lu Xian, you have no heart."

Lu Xian watched Mo An's behavior silently, feeling a little irritated in his heart, he couldn't help but interrupt, "Mo An, you've lost your composure."

Mo An curled his lips mockingly, "Yes!"

"I lost my temper, I was jealous, I became ugly inside, and I didn't look like myself, all because of..."

He took a deep breath and said softly, "I love you."

"Even so, I still love you."

Lu Xian didn't look at him, but only stared at the watch in his hand, the pointer on it was already pointing to a quarter past two.

So he said, "Enough."

Mo An looked at the man with a cold expression, his vision was blurred by a layer of water, and he took a step forward with an unknown strength, and threw himself on Lu Xian, grasping the armrest of the seat with both hands.

He was about to speak—

The man's fingers lightly pressed between his lips.

"Mo An, don't make a scene too ugly."

He gently stroked the young man's pale lips, but what he said made Mo An feel ashamed.

"The apartment in the city center, I will leave it to you. In addition, 200 million will be transferred to your account."

"I wish you a bright future."

After Mo An left in a daze, Secretary Yu knocked on the door.

He had an apology on his face, "I'm sorry Mr. Lu, I didn't handle it well and let Mr. Mo bother you."

Lu Xian waved his hand indifferently, indicating that it's okay.

He propped his forehead with one hand, and his thoughts gradually became empty.

Mo An has been with him for three years, and he is one of the very few people who can stay by his side for such a long time.

He changes lovers frequently, and usually loses interest within half a year, but Mo An is slightly different, he was trained by Lu Xian.

At that time, Mo An was 19 years old and had just debuted. At the dinner party, the boss with a big belly took advantage of him and broke into his private room next door in a daze.

Lu Xian likes to be quiet, and it's rare to see such a young boy with all his teeth and claws, so he accepted him on a whim.

The 19-year-old Mo An is very young, like white paper, and can be drawn at will. Lu Xian likes his voice very much. He often tosses him on the bed so much that he can't bear it. Yes, a hoarse moan.

Their bodies fit well, and Mo An always knew how to measure.

But still can't resist the greed of people.

Lu Xian didn't believe Mo An's constant love.

It has been three years, and Mo An is no longer the desperate young boy. With fame and wealth, he has more desires——

A pillow man who loves him.

Lu Xian snorted lightly, and left Mo An behind.

But... It's a pity that the lover who took a lot of effort to train is so useless.

Lu Xian thought for a while, picked up his phone, and sent a message on WeChat.

[The newcomer you mentioned last time, send it to me? 】

The other party replied almost in seconds.

[I knew Brother Lu would like it. 】

【Winning Eyebrows.jpg】

Lu Xian stared at the huddled face for a second, then replied.

[Your aesthetic needs to be improved. 】

[For details, you can discuss with Secretary Yu. 】

The other party sent another emoji, [Howling and crying.jpg]

【Brother Lu is well, everything is on me】

【Guaranteed to complete the task.jpg】

Lu Xian put down the phone and did not reply.

This little episode was quickly forgotten by Lu Xian. He had no intention of resting, so he reopened the documents on the table and read them carefully.

The author says:

Completed achievement: Cannon fodder x1.

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