I seduce my rival by becoming beautiful

Jin Xingmao and Zhuang Yan grew up wearing a pair of trousers since they were young. There is no difference in age and they have many topics in common.

Others think that the two are old friends with a strong relationship, but Zhuang Qi feels that their friendship is a bit beyond the scope.

Especially the way Zhuang Yan looked at Jin Xingmao, as soft as if he wanted to drown people in those affectionate eyes.

If the elder brother likes Jin Xingmao, Zhuang Qi unconsciously frowned and closed his eyes, tightened his hands on the phone, and exhaled lightly.

If he really likes it, he doesn't intend to give up, as long as Jin Xingmao is still single and has no other half, he has a chance.

Big deal fair play.

Liu Tezhu said to be thick-skinned, how should he be thick-skinned?Do you send messages and call people every day or stick to them every day?

Zhuang Qi didn't quite understand this thick-skinned cognition. Wouldn't such a method arouse the other party's disgust?

Thinking about receiving harassing messages and calls every day, ten people would not be able to bear it.

The plane took off slowly, Zhuang Qi closed his tired eyes, the phone vibrated at this moment, it was a message from Special Assistant Liu.

Special Assistant Liu: Boss, come on, I am optimistic about you!Stand up!Hope to come back with two people!

Zhuang Qi looked at the "two people" and couldn't help chuckling, but he also hoped that there would be two people when he came back.

It was past eleven o'clock when we arrived in Xucheng, and the hotel car was already waiting at the gate of the airport.

Zhuang Qi was dressed in a black suit, wrapped in a long windbreaker, striding out of the airport with a straight figure, the night mixed with the lights falling on the man, reflecting his sharp and deep eyebrows, like a domineering president who came out of an anime.

Oh no, he is the tyrant boss.

The few girls who came out with him couldn't help turning their heads back frequently.

After one o'clock, Zhuang Qi checked into the hotel, and at the same time received Lu Qiying's so-called "Husband Chasing Plan", which he specially made a document with black and white characters on a white background, which made people dazzled.

Zhuang Qi browsed it, but lost interest.

None of them apply, they're all bad ideas.

The hotel staff took him to the presidential suite. Zhuang Qi entered the door and began to take a shower. After washing and drying his hair, he couldn't help but open the document again.

The first one stands out:

On the other party’s birthday, buy the luxury goods that the other party likes or make some small gifts by yourself, put on handsome clothes, put yourself and various gifts in a big box, and have them delivered to him (if the other party likes cos or paper people, You can also wear the cosplay clothes that the other party likes, such as maid outfits, etc. are not limited).

Cosplay clothes?

Zhuang Qi opened Du Niang, and briefly searched for this cosplay suit that was not recognized.

After searching a lot of pictures, Zhuang Qi's calm face was slightly cracked, his thumb brushed the hem of the black and white lace skirt, and fell into deep thought.

At this point in time when the strange knowledge increased, Jin Xingmao in another room of the hotel was suffering from insomnia.

The body is already very tired, but the brain does not stop working for a moment.

Jin Xingmao counted the sheep until he didn't know how many thousand sheep he had reached.

His insomnia was not only because of Zhuang Qi, but also Qi Xuan.

Is it a murderer recently...Qi Xuan for a while, and Zhuang Qi for a while.

Especially Zhuang Qi, until now he has not figured out how to get along with each other.

It's me who is awkward when I get close, but Zhuang Qi has to feel wronged when I get far away.

Take a look at the WeChat message sent at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Zhuang Qi: Brother, I'm sorry, I know that I like you has caused you trouble, but I've kept it in my heart for so many years because I didn't dare to say it out of fear of the current situation.

Zhuang Qi: But what should I do, I can't control my feelings, brother, can you talk to me?

Zhuang Qi: Brother, I'm sorry, I will keep my distance from now on, and I won't cause you any more trouble.

Zhuang Qi: Brother, good night, sweet dreams.

Jin Xingmao ruffled his hair in boredom. He felt that he was not a soft-hearted person, but Zhuang Qi's behavior made him feel that he had done a huge mistake and had to be condemned by his conscience.

Is it wrong to like it?No one is wrong.

Is it wrong to not like it?No one is wrong.

Nothing wrong.

For so many years, Jin Xingmao has never really liked anyone, and the short-term love brought only a short-term novelty, and when the novelty passed, he returned to the state of being alone.

A person is also the most comfortable state for him.

Just like that sentence: just a short love.

But Jin Xingmao didn't even have love. To put it another way, he just liked it for a short time, just like when he went to the mall and saw something he liked, he wanted it urgently, but he didn't like it not long after he got it.

Sometimes even he himself doubts whether he has emotional defects, such as emotional bluntness.

Otherwise, why would I still not want to fall in love when I am still in my third year, and I don’t like much when I see someone who meets my criteria for choosing a mate, and I don’t have the idea of ​​​​pursuing someone who has a slight liking.

How many years have I been single, and it will take three or four years to pick my fingers.

It may be that I have been single for too long, and now my family members are mentioning this matter intentionally or unintentionally.

Before Zhuang Qi confessed, Jin Xingmao always thought that he would never run away from emotional problems, but he didn't expect Zhuang Qi to slap him in the face directly.

There was a faint light in the sky, and Jin Xingmao fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and the breathing light kept flashing. It's spam.

After sleeping for too long, Jin Xingmao clicked on the WeChat message sent by Jiming, and when the name "Zhuang Qi" popped into his eyes, his brain froze for a few seconds.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, made sure he was right, sat up abruptly, and hurriedly called Ji Ming.

When the phone was connected, he blurted out and asked, "Is Zhuang Qi really in your crew?"

"Yes, I was drinking tea and chatting with the director. Damn, why did he come here? Could it be that he came to look for Lu Qiying? I saw that when he came, Lu Qiying's face was about to burst into laughter, and he even leaned over to talk to Mr. Xiaozhuang. Chatted a few words."

"It's best to come to Lu Qiying." Jin Xingmao muttered in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter who he looks for. I have something to do with my family. I won't shoot any material. I have to go back later. I just woke up and haven't bought a plane ticket yet."

"Ah? So fast? Don't you plan to play for a few more days, and finally came to see me filming a scene. Alas, there is nothing to do if there is something at home. Be careful on the road."

Jin Xingmao tilted his head and clamped the phone by his ear, and his hands were not idle. He threw all the scattered things into the suitcase as quickly as possible, preparing to run away.

When the phone hung up, the busy tone invaded the whole room, Jin Xingmao slowed down, and suddenly realized something was wrong, he had no reason to leave in such a panic, even if Zhuang Qi came to Xucheng, so what, no one is sure he really came to look for Lu Qiying Wouldn't it be better.

Thinking about it, Jin Xingmao threw away his phone and ran into the bathroom to wash up.

There is nothing interesting in Jiming's place. He plans to visit the store at night, and he happens to be hungry, so he can take a picture.

Over there, Zhuang Qi didn't see Jin Xingmao in the crew, so he went back to the hotel by car.

Jin Xingmao wrapped himself in a thick down jacket, it was still cold in Xucheng.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hotel, with the howling cold wind, he stopped in his tracks, not knowing whether to walk or go back and forth.

The author has something to say: after the end, I will start the online dating next door, save more manuscripts first