When the storm took the script

The phone rang at the right time, and it was Zhao Jingcheng who sent the time and place of the meal.

Sheng Junqian has no interest in making love with Zhao Jingcheng as a substitute, and he has no right to judge the love and hate between him and Zhao Duan.

Now he is just a research dog with no power and power. Zhao Jingcheng has been in a high position for a long time. Facing Zhao Jingcheng's high-profile "pursuit" with the aloofness and aloofness of a scientific researcher, he only felt humiliated and offended.

Zhao Jingcheng is too strong and self-centered. Whatever he decides, he must do it no matter what method is used. Instead of being forced to compromise later, it is better to cut the relationship directly and say that what can't kill you can make you grow , but this experience is unnecessary.

Sheng Jun changed his clothes, thought for a while, downloaded a labor contract template, modified a few pieces of information, and printed it out with his roommate's printer.

At 12:30, Sheng Jun moved to the place of Yue.

This is a high-end western restaurant with elegant scenery and expensive prices. A woman in a dress is playing piano music, and there are dazzling wine glasses and several sets of unnamed knives and forks on the dining table.

Even though Sheng Junqian had lived ten years longer, he still hadn't learned these cumbersome table manners. When he met Zhao Jingcheng's playful eyes, he just felt bored, his eyes were cold, and he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, not only not embarrassing, but She even wanted to take out a scalpel and tie a flower for him on the spot.

Only then did Zhao Jingcheng realize that the person opposite seemed to be more fatally attractive than the last time they met each other. He was wearing a white shirt buttoned up to his Adam's apple. People's peach blossom eyes are clearly the endorsement of romance, but they are somewhat suppressed by this indifferent and ascetic temperament.

Originally he was only interested in this face, but after reassessing Sheng Junqian, Zhao Jingcheng was as surprised as discovering that the gravel he accidentally kicked was actually a rare gem.

Beauty is worth admiring, and interesting beauty is worth exploring.

Zhao Jingcheng swept away his dispensable attitude before, and his tone became a little warmer, and he talked about topics that he thought were interesting but were actually boring.

Sheng Junqian cut the steak with a knife, and occasionally answered him indifferently, until Zhao Jingcheng said: "What major is Mr. Sheng studying?

"Neurosurgery." Sheng Jun moved his hands, lifted the frame lightly, and the brown pupils behind the lenses smiled: "Is Mr. Zhao very interested in medicine?"

The music was ambiguous and the lights were shining. Zhao Jingcheng was caught off guard by the smile, and said in a bewildered way, "Interested."

"It's hard to come by." Sheng Junqian closed his eyes lightly, covering the treacherous smile in his eyes, "Why don't I tell you something interesting that I encountered during the experiment."

Zhao Jingcheng naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Psychiatrist Christine Montrose, who has written about her experiences in the dissecting room, said: 'The most frightening moments of dissection are not the grotesque and the unknown, but the familiar.'" Sheng Junqian smiled at Zhao Jingcheng, "Guess what is the most difficult thing for a doctor to dissect?"

"..." Zhao Jingcheng didn't want to know, and even wanted to cover his ears.

"It's a human head." Sheng Junqian's tone didn't fluctuate, and he didn't deliberately lower it or suddenly raise it to highlight its horror, but it was because it was a personal experience that made the listener even more creepy.

"Because the human head is so real, we can see it every day, like you, like me. This requires both cruelty and gentleness and care." Sheng Junqian's hands are very beautiful, even with white disposable gloves, It can still be seen that the bones are slender, and these good-looking hands carefully cut the bone in the middle of the steak, making a tooth-piercing voice, "You need to use a chainsaw to saw through the bones of the face violently."

"Using a hammer to chisel out the skull, you have to be patient and not damage any soft tissue inside."

"For small and stubborn parts like eyes and ears, you need a very small scalpel..."

The movements of Sheng Junqian's hands were very neat. Occasionally, when the strength was too heavy, the sharp sound of the tip of the knife being scratched on the plate, coupled with his cold and inorganic voice, made Zhao Jingcheng's back feel numb all the time, especially his head was so cold that it seemed to be touched by him. The knife in his hand poked a hole.

God knows how hard he has to work hard to maintain his demeanor, listening to Sheng Junqian finish speaking like sitting on pins and needles.

Then wait for him to eat the cut steak slowly and clean his hands.

After an operation was finished, all the horror and thrillers were turned up, and by the way, the face was changed. When Zhao Jingcheng watched Sheng Junqian again, all the six majors were empty, his back felt cold, and he had no sex at all.

The goal was achieved, and Sheng Junqian picked up the coat on the back of the chair in a happy mood, intending to say goodbye, but disappeared.But even so, Zhao Jingcheng still asked for his WeChat ID before leaving.

This shows that they want to continue to entangle.

Sheng Jun paused, sat back on the chair again, and lazily raised his eyelids, "Mr. Zhao, I don't think we need to beat around the bush anymore."

"That's exactly what I meant." Zhao Jingcheng was courageous. After a while, he realized that the other party was deliberately scaring him. He crossed his legs and finally found his way back home. The corners of his lips curled up with a bit of arrogance With a sense of oppression, "I admire Mr. Sheng, may I pursue you?"

"No." Sheng Junqian refused directly, "Your pursuit will bring me a lot of trouble."

Before Zhao Jingcheng could speak, he was interrupted again.

"Is it because of my face? It made Mr. Zhao think of someone else?" Sheng Junqian suddenly approached him, looking at him sharply. The first glance is too enthusiastic, and normal people have a certain degree of self-awareness and reasoning ability."

"In that case, I think we need this very much." Sheng Junqian took out a document from his bag and handed it over.

Zhao Jingcheng didn't understand why he took it, and his face suddenly became not very good-looking.

This is a very detailed and professional...

Substitute labor contract.

It is so detailed that it even includes five insurances and one housing fund, basic salary, weekends, transportation expenses, working meals, paid holidays, etc.

Zhao Jingcheng: "...What does this mean?"

Sheng Junqian said lightly: "The working hours are from 9:6 p.m. to [-]:[-] the next day. It can only be regarded as a part-time job. I still have projects to do in my hand. The time is tight and the tasks are heavy. I don't have time to talk to you."

After finishing speaking, his eyes were sharp, and he said: "Also, I only sell my feelings, not my flesh/body."

Zhao Jingcheng: ...

Sheng Junqian looked at the watch on his wrist, put on his coat again, looked sideways at Zhao Jingcheng with an angry expression, and said indifferently: "In order to keep the relationship between each other from being mixed with other complicated elements, for you businessmen, hand in hand The most stable relationship is the one where the money is handed over, isn't it?"

Zhao Jingcheng has nothing to say. Generally, for people in high positions, money is not worth mentioning to them. The most fearful thing about finding a substitute is that you will not know your own position. You don't need money, you only need feelings. This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with.

The other party was so knowledgeable about current affairs, and Zhao Jingcheng got what he wanted, so he should be very satisfied, but he just felt stuck.

The main reason was that Sheng Junqian had prepared too well, and Zhao Jingcheng even felt that he was playing hard to get, trying to get his attention by means of surprise.

But soon Sheng Junqian slapped him in the face with his strength, you are thinking of farting.

Not only is this person not lofty and arrogant, but he is also particularly human-eating. He wears a white coat, is indifferent and elegant, and wears a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He is clearly a refined scum, but he is stingy in some places What's more, in order not to find any loopholes for him to deduct his salary, he actually installed a punch card machine at the entrance of his villa? ! !

Sheng Junqian clocks in and goes to and from work every day, and also has weekends and weekends. On weekdays, he spends an hour reading papers in the study room, posing him at a 45-degree angle without moving. Originally, he just wanted to find a tool person to pin his restraint on his elder brother. He couldn't hold back his emotions, but now Zhao Jingcheng panicked when he saw his perverted ascetic face.

What Zhao Jingcheng thought, Sheng Junqian didn't care, just in case, he also put his precious scalpel next to the pillow, if someone climbed into bed in the middle of the night, he didn't mind opening his head.

Half a month later, Sheng Junqian finished the experiment at hand, and planned to lie in bed and sleep for a day and a night to recover his strength.

The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, not a ray of sunlight could penetrate, he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, and when he woke up again, it was already Saturday morning.

I was thinking of getting up slowly, going downstairs to have breakfast before going home, when I heard the sound of the door opening.

Zhao Jingcheng pushed the door open and came in: "Hurry up, I'll take you to do styling and buy clothes, and accompany me to the company's annual meeting tonight."

"No." Sheng Junqian turned over, "Today is Saturday, I have a holiday."

"Give me the money!" Zhao Jingcheng gritted his teeth. He finally knew that the coldness and aloofness of these scientific research dogs were a fucking illusion, and poverty was the reality in the world.

Sure enough, Sheng Junqian immediately let go, yawned and said lazily, "Okay, this can be regarded as a rest."

He was wearing a dark blue silk pajamas, revealing most of his cold white chest. Under the dim light, there was a jade-like light glow, and Zhao Jingcheng couldn't help licking his dry lips when he saw such a lively and gorgeous scene.

Sheng Junqian sneered, without saying a word, picked up the scalpel next to the pillow and tied a flower for him.

Zhao Jingcheng: ...

"Brother, you are so handsome!"

What Zhao Jingcheng took him to was a niche private styling studio.

Sheng Junqian had an indifferent demeanor, narrow waist and long legs. Even with a mask on, the exposed eyes alone were enough to tell his handsomeness.

This kind of abstinent temperament is the most suitable for hooking the soft legs of size zero. The stylist knows Zhao Jingcheng's virtues, and the lovers around him change one by one, but the one in front of him is indeed the best. If it is not guaranteed, one day Zhao Jingcheng gets tired of playing, he can still pick up another one. leak.

Thinking of this, he twisted his waist and struck up a conversation with Sheng Junqian, saying one brother, wanting to pass over the business card and ask for a WeChat account by the way.

Sheng Junqian pursed his lower lip and took a step back.

The stylists keep up the good work.

Sheng Junqian couldn't hold back, took out alcohol and sprayed him all over the face.

Stylist: ...

Don't ask, it's embarrassing to ask.

Zhao Jingcheng immediately felt relieved when he saw everyone else was deflated, and his throat, which had been congested for several days, felt much more comfortable.

After finishing the styling, Zhao Jingcheng was slower than him. Sheng Junqian was too lazy to sit in the store and waited. He went out to wander around, and saw a giant Doraemon doll standing in front of a certain store around the corner.

After being slightly surprised, he somehow remembered the greedy eyes of the man in his 30s in the interview video, lowered his head and pursed his lips and smiled, and walked in involuntarily.

The merchant is doing a Doraemon joint event, and every little girl is wearing a blue fat knitted hat, which looks playful and cute.

After all, it was a snack shop, and most of the people it attracted were young girls and parents with children. Suddenly a handsome guy came in, and the shop assistants gathered around to recommend it.

Sheng Junqian behaved restrained and gentle outside, patiently and carefully browsed through all the items recommended by the clerk, as long as there was a blue fat man printed on them, he bought them, and after shopping around, he carried two big bags in his hand.

For a very poor scientific research dog, when he paid the money, he suddenly regained his senses, and only then did he realize what stupid things he had done.

"Send them all home?" The little girl took out a bag of candy, a little shy, "This kind of milk candy is delicious, do you want to try it now, it doesn't take up space."

Bought a lot of junk food on a whim, Sheng Junqian already felt dizzy, but was obsessed with thinking that maybe he could meet Zhao Duan at the annual meeting. into his palm.

"I didn't expect you to like such childish things."

Zhao Jingcheng, who finished the styling, saw the person standing under the huge Doraemon doll at a glance. He was gentle and handsome with a smile in the corner of his eyes. He looked like an outstanding senior who was popular on campus when he was a student. He walked over and coughed lightly , asked casually, "Is it delicious?"

"It's not delicious." Sheng Junqian gave a rare smile to Zhao Jingcheng, who was always as cold as the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, "But there is a kid who likes it."

"Oh."

Seeing how stingy he was in his pockets, Zhao Jingcheng immediately lost interest in further questioning.

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本来还说能写到系统出来，但字数太多了，留着明天写吧！感谢在2020-07-2817：25：03～2020-07-2920：48：31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Brother Kai is my 3 bottles of Baiyueguang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!