Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]
Chapter 3 The Meaning of Revenge
Sunny felt like she was dreaming.
He was lying on an extremely soft bed, but this bed was not his, and his head rested on a soft orange-scented pillow with a faint sweet smell, but this pillow was not his.
What made Qing Lang's whole body tense was that he was hugged by a man, who was lying on his side, he was sleeping soundly, and let out soft cries, and the man's exhaled heat was directly sprayed on his hot cheeks, The man's sleeping face is very good-looking, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth give people the illusion that he is smiling even when he is straight-faced.
In the memory of the original owner, the two dimples of the person in front of him are very touching when he smiles.
Even Qing Lang, who has experienced many battles, is still in a daze at this time. Because the original owner's drunkenness last night kept his consciousness in a state of confusion, he more often moves with the original owner's emotions, but now he recalled carefully last night.
Last night, when he rejected his ex-girlfriend and greeted Mu Yingfeng graciously, he broke down. He deduced that it was the aftereffect of drinking, but even if he fell asleep, why was he taken away by Mu Yingfeng?
Fang Ting, what about the love you said, even if you don't need to take the responsibility of making me happy, you should be responsible for my safety anyway, and you just pushed me into the fire pit.
Mu Yingfeng's hands were tightly around his waist, and the clothes on his body were taken off while he was sleeping. His arms conveyed a hot feeling that made him flustered when the skin touched him. He broke free directly, sat on the bed and looked around. , found that this is not a hotel.
This action also awakened the sleeping Mu Yingfeng, his eyelashes fluttered, and soon he opened his eyes, grinned when he saw Sunny, and slowly stood up, as if he didn't see his ugly face.
"Sunny, morning."
"This is where?"
"my home."
"Why am I at your house?"
"You were drunk last night. I originally wanted to send you home, but you couldn't wake up no matter how much you screamed. In desperation, I had to take you home." Mu Yingfeng spread his hands innocently, with a sincere smile People couldn't help but believe his words, as for whether he had no choice but to bring Qingliang home, only he knew.
This makes sense, but I just feel aggrieved when I want to refute but can't do anything!Qing Qing stared at Mu Yingfeng with a cold face for a few seconds before slowly opening his mouth, "Excuse me, do you have any spare room in your house? As a guest, I'm asking you to share my bed."
"The room is full of people." Mu Yingfeng said confidently, staring at his lean upper body intently. The muscles on Qinglang's body are well-proportioned and moderate, and it can be seen that he has been exercising regularly.
Qinglang was also uncomfortable being stared at by his fiery eyes, and she didn't care about her movements, she just pulled up the quilt to cover her body, "Mu Yingfeng, where are my clothes?"
"Oh, I think the clothes are a little dirty, so I throw them into the washing machine. You can wear my clothes."
Mu Yingfeng was disappointed when he saw Qinglang's actions, but soon he smiled again, "Qinglang, you can just call me Yingfeng, just like before."
Qinglang paused when she heard this, grabbed the quilt subconsciously, and looked at Mu Yingfeng with a half-smile, "Where's my mobile phone? Could it be thrown into the washing machine too?"
No matter how shameless Mu Yingfeng was, he knew enough was enough. He took out his phone from the bedside table and handed it to Qinglang.
"Thank you." Qing Lang took the phone, skillfully pressed the number on the screen, and soon a female voice came from the phone.
"Mr. Qing."
Qingqing ignored Mu Yingfeng who was looking at this side with his neck stretched out, and just calmly ordered, "Now take a set of my clothes and send them to No. xxx, Sunshine Road."
"Alright Mr. Qing."
When Qinglang hung up the phone, he saw that Mu Yingfeng had already put on his clothes. He was wearing a pullover with cartoon characters printed on it. He was clearly in his 30s, but he looked like a college student. He handed him a bathing suit. Robe, with a forced smile, "If you don't want to wear my clothes, you can wear a bathrobe first before your subordinates bring you the clothes. It's brand new."
After speaking, he turned around and walked to the door, opened the door, "Breakfast is ready, you can come out after you get dressed."
He stood for a while, seeing that Qinglang didn't respond to him, his eyes darkened, and he left the room without saying anything more.
It wasn't until Mu Yingfeng really left that Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief. He was so tense that he couldn't stand it.
The information given to him by Chen Zhong came to his mind, and he reviewed it back and forth, and finally confirmed one thing.
The script is wrong.
The background of the story on the information is obviously on campus. He and Mu Yingfeng are both college students and classmates. Mu Yingfeng is handsome, his father is a wealthy businessman, and he is also humorous. Man of the hour.
And the original owner is not ugly, but his personality is a bit dull, and he has no friends, so it is the existence of the background board.
But one day, the background board boarded the same stage as the man of the hour.
In the art exhibition competition held by their school, when they competed for the first place, Mu Yingfeng's painting titled "Spring Day" lost to the original owner's painting titled "Wood Welcomes the Spring Breeze".
This can be regarded as the first time that Mu Yingfeng faced the original owner squarely.
But the next development is not the sympathy that he likes to hear and see. Mu Yingfeng's gentlemanly demeanor actually hides a narrow heart. He is unwilling to be taken away from the first place. The original owner of Muna.
It's like a high god being provoked by a mortal below the dust.
The young man couldn't hide his emotions on his face, and was soon noticed by someone with a heart, and finally the other party gave him a solution.
Every time I see this sunny mouth, I can't help but twitch, young people just know how to play.
The original owner found that since the competition, Mu Yingfeng had often communicated with him with paintings, and the common language made them get acquainted quickly. Like friends who have known each other for many years, Mu Yingfeng cared meticulously, especially from the beginning. The original owner who has never been cared by others is very easy to fall for. After Mu Yingfeng confessed to the original owner, the original owner just panicked for a while and then accepted him.
Then they lived a sweet period, but when Mu Yingfeng held a birthday party at home on his birthday, under the witness of everyone, he held the hand of the original owner's sister and announced publicly that the two would get married after graduation.
Unlike everyone cheering and blessing, the original owner was instantly thrown into the abyss of eternal doom, and then he escaped from that nightmare with chills all over his body.
The information is gone at this point. It stands to reason that Qinglang should travel to that time, and then the original owner's obsession is to expose Mu Yingfeng's true colors and prevent him from marrying his sister.
But now that he has been through for a few years, all the identity plots and stories have changed. Without systematic guidance, he doesn't even know what the original owner is obsessed with now.
The assistant's efficiency was very high, and the clothes were quickly delivered according to the location. After Qinglang put them on, she opened the door and went down.
He also saw it, let's take a step and take a step. He has [-] failed strategies, and his mental quality is often excellent.
On the walls of Mu Yingfeng’s house, there are various brightly colored patterns of flowers, which are painted, and you can feel the vitality of the flowers in the paintings on a clear day, not to mention the stupid things Mu Yingfeng did, just look at the paintings , He has talent and talent in this area.
Qing Qing stretched out his hand and tugged at the sleeve on the right until the thin scar on his wrist was well covered by the sleeve. During the whole process, his face remained normal, as if he was simply arranging his clothes, but in those black eyes, But tinged with gloom.
"Sunny, why don't you go after breakfast?"
He turned his face when he heard the voice, and Mu Yingfeng stood in front of the dining table gracefully, with a proper smile on the corner of his mouth, no matter how embarrassed he was to refuse such an invitation from the host.
"You go back to work first."
Qinglang was no exception. He gave instructions to his assistant and glanced at the paintings on the wall before walking to the dining table and taking a seat.
Breakfast is wheat bread and a cup of hot milk, simple but appetizing, Sunny is not polite, pick it up and eat quietly, Mu Yingfeng looked at him with a smile, but soon he broke the tranquility.
"Qinglang, do you like those paintings on the wall?" Mu Yingfeng said. The admiration in Qinglang's eyes when he looked at the paintings just now couldn't deceive anyone, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Qinglang paused with the hand holding the bread, and quickly replied as if nothing had happened, "The painting is very good, the flowers are lifelike, I want to pick one and put it in my pocket after seeing it."
"Haha, Qingqing, your description is still so interesting." Mu Yingfeng laughed heartily. For a painter, it's easier to praise his paintings than to praise him for being handsome.
"Don't praise me, your paintings are no worse than mine. I'm a freelancer now, and I'm wandering around painting. I found a beautiful scenery. Why don't we make an appointment for a day to paint together?"
"I don't paint anymore." Qing Lang took a sip of milk and said calmly, pursing her lips.
"Huh? Why?" Mu Yingfeng looked at him in surprise. He is very clear about how important painting is to Qinglang. Even when he returns to China this time, he just hopes to start with Qinglang again and break away from the original Imagine, he suddenly panicked.
"Just... even if you are not a professional painter, you can still treat it as a hobby."
"A long time ago..." Qing Lang finished her breakfast, subconsciously hid her right hand behind her back, and bluntly said the excuse she had thought up in her heart, "I lost my inspiration."
The scene was a little awkward for a moment, even Mu Yingfeng, who was so eloquent, couldn't say a word at this moment.
Losing inspiration is fatal to all those who are engaged in art, just like a bottleneck, overcoming it, achieving breakthroughs and successes, failing to get over it, and failing to recover after a setback.
Qing Qing didn't seem to feel the condensation of the atmosphere, got up and was about to leave, he took out a business card and handed it to Mu Yingfeng, "I have nothing to do now, I'm working on a small company, I heard that my uncle has a recent project and wants to find a company to cooperate with, this is My business card, Yingfeng, please ask for it for me."
Qinglang has a reserved expression, and speaks with a slight sense of alienation. When he asks for cooperation, he speaks like an order, but it still makes Mu Yingfeng happy, just because he is no longer polite, but calls him Yingfeng.
"Okay, that..." Mu Yingfeng would not miss any chance to get close to Qingming, "I'll take you to the company, how about it."
Seeing Qinglang's lips pursed slightly, he was afraid of being rejected, so he quickly added, "I'll visit your company by the way, so that my dad won't ask me if I get up and don't know anything."
Qing Lang moved her lips, and finally said softly, "Okay."
He was lying on an extremely soft bed, but this bed was not his, and his head rested on a soft orange-scented pillow with a faint sweet smell, but this pillow was not his.
What made Qing Lang's whole body tense was that he was hugged by a man, who was lying on his side, he was sleeping soundly, and let out soft cries, and the man's exhaled heat was directly sprayed on his hot cheeks, The man's sleeping face is very good-looking, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth give people the illusion that he is smiling even when he is straight-faced.
In the memory of the original owner, the two dimples of the person in front of him are very touching when he smiles.
Even Qing Lang, who has experienced many battles, is still in a daze at this time. Because the original owner's drunkenness last night kept his consciousness in a state of confusion, he more often moves with the original owner's emotions, but now he recalled carefully last night.
Last night, when he rejected his ex-girlfriend and greeted Mu Yingfeng graciously, he broke down. He deduced that it was the aftereffect of drinking, but even if he fell asleep, why was he taken away by Mu Yingfeng?
Fang Ting, what about the love you said, even if you don't need to take the responsibility of making me happy, you should be responsible for my safety anyway, and you just pushed me into the fire pit.
Mu Yingfeng's hands were tightly around his waist, and the clothes on his body were taken off while he was sleeping. His arms conveyed a hot feeling that made him flustered when the skin touched him. He broke free directly, sat on the bed and looked around. , found that this is not a hotel.
This action also awakened the sleeping Mu Yingfeng, his eyelashes fluttered, and soon he opened his eyes, grinned when he saw Sunny, and slowly stood up, as if he didn't see his ugly face.
"Sunny, morning."
"This is where?"
"my home."
"Why am I at your house?"
"You were drunk last night. I originally wanted to send you home, but you couldn't wake up no matter how much you screamed. In desperation, I had to take you home." Mu Yingfeng spread his hands innocently, with a sincere smile People couldn't help but believe his words, as for whether he had no choice but to bring Qingliang home, only he knew.
This makes sense, but I just feel aggrieved when I want to refute but can't do anything!Qing Qing stared at Mu Yingfeng with a cold face for a few seconds before slowly opening his mouth, "Excuse me, do you have any spare room in your house? As a guest, I'm asking you to share my bed."
"The room is full of people." Mu Yingfeng said confidently, staring at his lean upper body intently. The muscles on Qinglang's body are well-proportioned and moderate, and it can be seen that he has been exercising regularly.
Qinglang was also uncomfortable being stared at by his fiery eyes, and she didn't care about her movements, she just pulled up the quilt to cover her body, "Mu Yingfeng, where are my clothes?"
"Oh, I think the clothes are a little dirty, so I throw them into the washing machine. You can wear my clothes."
Mu Yingfeng was disappointed when he saw Qinglang's actions, but soon he smiled again, "Qinglang, you can just call me Yingfeng, just like before."
Qinglang paused when she heard this, grabbed the quilt subconsciously, and looked at Mu Yingfeng with a half-smile, "Where's my mobile phone? Could it be thrown into the washing machine too?"
No matter how shameless Mu Yingfeng was, he knew enough was enough. He took out his phone from the bedside table and handed it to Qinglang.
"Thank you." Qing Lang took the phone, skillfully pressed the number on the screen, and soon a female voice came from the phone.
"Mr. Qing."
Qingqing ignored Mu Yingfeng who was looking at this side with his neck stretched out, and just calmly ordered, "Now take a set of my clothes and send them to No. xxx, Sunshine Road."
"Alright Mr. Qing."
When Qinglang hung up the phone, he saw that Mu Yingfeng had already put on his clothes. He was wearing a pullover with cartoon characters printed on it. He was clearly in his 30s, but he looked like a college student. He handed him a bathing suit. Robe, with a forced smile, "If you don't want to wear my clothes, you can wear a bathrobe first before your subordinates bring you the clothes. It's brand new."
After speaking, he turned around and walked to the door, opened the door, "Breakfast is ready, you can come out after you get dressed."
He stood for a while, seeing that Qinglang didn't respond to him, his eyes darkened, and he left the room without saying anything more.
It wasn't until Mu Yingfeng really left that Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief. He was so tense that he couldn't stand it.
The information given to him by Chen Zhong came to his mind, and he reviewed it back and forth, and finally confirmed one thing.
The script is wrong.
The background of the story on the information is obviously on campus. He and Mu Yingfeng are both college students and classmates. Mu Yingfeng is handsome, his father is a wealthy businessman, and he is also humorous. Man of the hour.
And the original owner is not ugly, but his personality is a bit dull, and he has no friends, so it is the existence of the background board.
But one day, the background board boarded the same stage as the man of the hour.
In the art exhibition competition held by their school, when they competed for the first place, Mu Yingfeng's painting titled "Spring Day" lost to the original owner's painting titled "Wood Welcomes the Spring Breeze".
This can be regarded as the first time that Mu Yingfeng faced the original owner squarely.
But the next development is not the sympathy that he likes to hear and see. Mu Yingfeng's gentlemanly demeanor actually hides a narrow heart. He is unwilling to be taken away from the first place. The original owner of Muna.
It's like a high god being provoked by a mortal below the dust.
The young man couldn't hide his emotions on his face, and was soon noticed by someone with a heart, and finally the other party gave him a solution.
Every time I see this sunny mouth, I can't help but twitch, young people just know how to play.
The original owner found that since the competition, Mu Yingfeng had often communicated with him with paintings, and the common language made them get acquainted quickly. Like friends who have known each other for many years, Mu Yingfeng cared meticulously, especially from the beginning. The original owner who has never been cared by others is very easy to fall for. After Mu Yingfeng confessed to the original owner, the original owner just panicked for a while and then accepted him.
Then they lived a sweet period, but when Mu Yingfeng held a birthday party at home on his birthday, under the witness of everyone, he held the hand of the original owner's sister and announced publicly that the two would get married after graduation.
Unlike everyone cheering and blessing, the original owner was instantly thrown into the abyss of eternal doom, and then he escaped from that nightmare with chills all over his body.
The information is gone at this point. It stands to reason that Qinglang should travel to that time, and then the original owner's obsession is to expose Mu Yingfeng's true colors and prevent him from marrying his sister.
But now that he has been through for a few years, all the identity plots and stories have changed. Without systematic guidance, he doesn't even know what the original owner is obsessed with now.
The assistant's efficiency was very high, and the clothes were quickly delivered according to the location. After Qinglang put them on, she opened the door and went down.
He also saw it, let's take a step and take a step. He has [-] failed strategies, and his mental quality is often excellent.
On the walls of Mu Yingfeng’s house, there are various brightly colored patterns of flowers, which are painted, and you can feel the vitality of the flowers in the paintings on a clear day, not to mention the stupid things Mu Yingfeng did, just look at the paintings , He has talent and talent in this area.
Qing Qing stretched out his hand and tugged at the sleeve on the right until the thin scar on his wrist was well covered by the sleeve. During the whole process, his face remained normal, as if he was simply arranging his clothes, but in those black eyes, But tinged with gloom.
"Sunny, why don't you go after breakfast?"
He turned his face when he heard the voice, and Mu Yingfeng stood in front of the dining table gracefully, with a proper smile on the corner of his mouth, no matter how embarrassed he was to refuse such an invitation from the host.
"You go back to work first."
Qinglang was no exception. He gave instructions to his assistant and glanced at the paintings on the wall before walking to the dining table and taking a seat.
Breakfast is wheat bread and a cup of hot milk, simple but appetizing, Sunny is not polite, pick it up and eat quietly, Mu Yingfeng looked at him with a smile, but soon he broke the tranquility.
"Qinglang, do you like those paintings on the wall?" Mu Yingfeng said. The admiration in Qinglang's eyes when he looked at the paintings just now couldn't deceive anyone, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Qinglang paused with the hand holding the bread, and quickly replied as if nothing had happened, "The painting is very good, the flowers are lifelike, I want to pick one and put it in my pocket after seeing it."
"Haha, Qingqing, your description is still so interesting." Mu Yingfeng laughed heartily. For a painter, it's easier to praise his paintings than to praise him for being handsome.
"Don't praise me, your paintings are no worse than mine. I'm a freelancer now, and I'm wandering around painting. I found a beautiful scenery. Why don't we make an appointment for a day to paint together?"
"I don't paint anymore." Qing Lang took a sip of milk and said calmly, pursing her lips.
"Huh? Why?" Mu Yingfeng looked at him in surprise. He is very clear about how important painting is to Qinglang. Even when he returns to China this time, he just hopes to start with Qinglang again and break away from the original Imagine, he suddenly panicked.
"Just... even if you are not a professional painter, you can still treat it as a hobby."
"A long time ago..." Qing Lang finished her breakfast, subconsciously hid her right hand behind her back, and bluntly said the excuse she had thought up in her heart, "I lost my inspiration."
The scene was a little awkward for a moment, even Mu Yingfeng, who was so eloquent, couldn't say a word at this moment.
Losing inspiration is fatal to all those who are engaged in art, just like a bottleneck, overcoming it, achieving breakthroughs and successes, failing to get over it, and failing to recover after a setback.
Qing Qing didn't seem to feel the condensation of the atmosphere, got up and was about to leave, he took out a business card and handed it to Mu Yingfeng, "I have nothing to do now, I'm working on a small company, I heard that my uncle has a recent project and wants to find a company to cooperate with, this is My business card, Yingfeng, please ask for it for me."
Qinglang has a reserved expression, and speaks with a slight sense of alienation. When he asks for cooperation, he speaks like an order, but it still makes Mu Yingfeng happy, just because he is no longer polite, but calls him Yingfeng.
"Okay, that..." Mu Yingfeng would not miss any chance to get close to Qingming, "I'll take you to the company, how about it."
Seeing Qinglang's lips pursed slightly, he was afraid of being rejected, so he quickly added, "I'll visit your company by the way, so that my dad won't ask me if I get up and don't know anything."
Qing Lang moved her lips, and finally said softly, "Okay."
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