Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

(nine)

These words are not blurted out, Lan Mingsu did have such an idea today.The boss is always a person who loves his family and his wife, and it is his last resort to bring money to the Fengyue place to discuss business, but he is still reluctant to play tricks and hug each other every time.He couldn't play, so he had to find someone to play with Mr. Qian instead of him. This important task finally fell on Lan Mingsu's shoulders.

Lan Mingsu thought for a long time, hesitated, and finally remembered this little Jane.Since you want to find a male PR to accompany you, wouldn't it be better to choose someone you already know well?

Jian Shaomei didn't understand what was going on for a while.

"What?" To meet his client?

Lan Mingsu couldn't explain it clearly for a while, and it didn't suit his personality after thinking about it, so he frowned slightly and said, "Forget it, you are not familiar with that kind of occasion, I'll find someone else to go."

Um?This is no longer necessary?It's not clear what's going on yet!

Jian Shaomei grabbed his sleeve: "Why do you need someone else? I'll go."

"You want to go?"

"Ah."

"That's not a decent place."

"I'll go, Mr. Lan, I'll go." He said and tugged at his sleeve.

He wanted it so urgently that Lan Mingsu had no reason to refuse, so the matter was settled like this.

"Okay, that's it. Be careful on the road."

"I'm leaving, Mr. Lan has a good rest." Jian Shaomei grabbed the strap of the backpack on her shoulder, "I'll wait for you to inform me."

Lan Mingsu sent him away, turned around and clicked "Invite" on the website, and simply wrote a few words.

[Polite, very cute, and will call again. 】

Not long after, Little Jane's profile picture flickered.

[Xiao Jian: Thank you, Mr. Lan. (Happy) I had a great time at Mr. Lan's house tonight. 】【Mr. Lan: Yes. 】【Little Jane: How did Mr. Lan spend his weekend? 】

[Mr. Lan: work. 】

[Xiao Jian: So serious.Doesn't Mr. Lan have a regular boyfriend?Still in the field? 】【Lan Mingsu: No, I haven't. 】【Little Jane: (surprised face) How is that possible? 】

[Mr. Lan: Waste of time. 】

【Xiao Jian: Well, yes, Mr. Lan is right. (shy)】

【Mr. Lan: I went to sleep. 】

【Xiao Jane: Well, see you next Friday. 】

A week passed in a flash.

(ten)

"Who are you here to accompany?"

Jian Shaomei arrived as scheduled that day, but he didn't see Lan Mingsu's face. Instead, he was arranged to sit in a small dark room in the clubhouse, surrounded by two boys who were about his age.They were playing with their mobile phones with their heads down, and suddenly they heard Jian Shaomei's question, and raised their heads lazily: "What about you? Who are you here with?"

"Mr. Blue."

The one with slender eyes smiled: "We were all called by him, and we are accompanied by Mr. Qian."

Jian Shaomei always felt that their gazes were full of meaning, that they understood everything and slightly looked down on him, as if he chose a subject in high school and wrote in the volunteer column that he wanted to be an art student. The eyes are the same.He understood what this meant, and he knew how to deal with it long ago, so he just laughed along with it.

Seeing him smiling, the boy with slender eyes put down the phone instead and asked, "What are you laughing at? Do you know the difference between accompanying Mr. Lan and Mr. Qian?"

nonsense.Mr. Lan looks much better than Mr. Qian.

"Lan Mingsu is just an executive, and his annual salary and bonuses are only 100 million yuan. It takes half of it to buy a house and a car, plus the usual expenses. No matter how much he likes you, the money he spends on you is nothing It will be more than [-] to [-]." The boy with slender eyes smiled slightly, "Money is always different, I checked it on the Internet, and his net worth is about [-] million."

Jian Shaomei lowered her head and thought for a while, then said briefly: "I spend less money."

He really doesn't spend much money, and he has other incomes. If his family hadn't stopped his living expenses recently, he wouldn't have fallen into this situation.If Lan Mingsu could call him out twice a month, he would be perfectly fine.

Otherwise, I can survive, but it is too difficult, and I feel a little scared to be hungry when I think about it.

The boy frowned, as if he didn't believe it: "If you only want to earn two or three thousand yuan, what do you do with Blue Screen? Why don't you ask the male PRs who come to Blue Screen what they want?"

Jian Shaomei didn't speak.

The other one raised his head and smiled while playing on the phone: "Some enter the show business circle to meet people from the upper class; .Use your youth to exchange the money of these old women and old men. Are you here to work?"

As he talked, he was amused by his own humor, and he covered his mouth and smiled: "It turned out to be a part-time job, hahahaha——"

"It's not called work, it's not called prostitution, it's called investment. If you don't have a lot of profits, no one will use their youth to invest. You have to rely on yourself in this world, and make good use of it while you are young." Slender The boy with the eyes smiled, "I have earned more than 40 yuan in blue screen for seven months, and I have made friends with many famous people. It will be very convenient to open a store and start a company in the future. Have you exceeded [-] yuan?"

Jian Shaomei shook her head, but said nothing.He has been scolded for the decisions he has made since he was a child. In other words, he has never done a right thing.That being the case, anyway, he makes mistakes every day, and it's nothing more than that.He doesn't want to argue with others, and verbal disputes are the most boring thing.

Both of them shook their heads, and the one with the slender eyes smiled and said, "Everyone has his own aspirations, we shouldn't laugh."

It's one thing to look down on Jian Shaomei, but it can't be insulting.No one can say for sure what will happen in the future, they are doing well now, but there is no way of knowing who will do well in the future.A man should leave a way out, and he can't make things worse, otherwise he will reap the consequences one day.

Blue screen is a good place, high-end, good packaging, so that a boy like him with low background, no background, only intelligence and good looks can rise to the top, which is really rare.

Jian Shaomei understood that in their eyes, she was just a stupid fool, so she didn't say anything anymore, but just smiled: "That's right, everyone has his own ambitions."

The other one snorted with a chuckle: "Standing up and standing again, where do you really think you are so noble?"

Just then the door opened, and the waitress whispered, "Mr. Lan from Sea of ​​Clouds invites you to go over."

Finally, she didn't have to stay here anymore, Jian Shaomei breathed a sigh of relief.He hurriedly packed his things, took care of his appearance, and followed the young lady out.He wore casual clothes according to Lan Mingsu's instructions, and he didn't dress up specially. On the other hand, the other two boys dressed very tastefully. The clothes cost at least a few thousand. The long clothes and long sleeves only slightly exposed the white neck and collarbone.

They really did it as an investment, but Jian Shaomei just couldn't pass her own test, doing that kind of thing with someone she hated would be better than starving.

He was half a head taller than these two people, standing out from the crowd, looking out of place beside them, the boy with slender eyes smiled: "Mr. Lan likes your type, which means he is a zero."

Jian Shaomei blushed, feeling a little happy for some reason: "I think so too..."

The face of the slender-eyed young man shook slightly, what do you mean by "thinking so", didn't you have met him several times, and it's not clear whether he is zero or one?

The door to the sea of ​​clouds opened, the room was spacious, the sofa was wide and comfortable, enough to accommodate a dozen people.The room was dark and gloomy. Several people were sitting on the sofa discussing matters, and laughter came from time to time.

Jian Shaomei didn't care about others, sat down beside Lan Mingsu with a smile, and gently pulled his arm: "Mr. Lan."

Lan Mingsu thought that he had seen little in the world and felt strange and nervous about this kind of occasion, so he said in a low voice, "You just need to stay by my side."

"I know, Mr. Lan." The light here is dim, and the place is very secluded, making it easier for people to have daydreams than at home.

Lan Mingsu lowered his head and whispered, "Be nice to me tonight."

Jian Shaomei looked at him, and suddenly pressed her lips together, rubbing the corner of his mouth unexpectedly.Lan Mingsu was slightly stunned, and Mr. Qian over there had already laughed softly: "Xiao Lan, the one next to you is more anxious than you."

Lan Mingsu glanced at Jian Shaomei, and said lightly: "I've seen this several times, and it's always like this. I don't know what it means to be shy."

If the fake show is real, he also does it real.

Everything tonight is to make Mr. Qian happy, and his comfort is more important than anything else.Mr. Qian was really in a good mood when he heard this, and even looked at him with admiration: "I have known you for more than two years, and I have always thought that you have a rigid personality and are difficult to get close to. Unexpectedly, you can also relax at ordinary times."

Lan Mingsu smiled calmly: "You can't judge a person by his appearance."

This sentence put Mr. Qian in a good mood, and he put his arms around the two boys beside him and smiled, "It's just that people should not be judged by appearances. I used to think that although you do things well, you just don't get along well. Recently, you are more and more good at trying to figure out people." mind."

"What Mr. Qian said is true. Thank you Mr. Qian for giving us this opportunity."

After talking and joking for more than half an hour, the conversation went smoothly. Seeing the harmonious atmosphere, Lan Mingsu's boss patted Lan Mingsu on the shoulder with satisfaction, and went home to see his wife and children first.

"Mr. Qian, you're welcome to have fun. These two PRs were found by Xiaolan from outside. You can arrange whatever you want later. I have something to do at home, so I'll go back and have a look first."

Lan Mingsu continued to toast to Mr. Qian, and chatted about business matters in a leisurely manner. Mr. Qian became more drunk and stopped talking to him. He fell down on the sofa, tore off his shirt and kissed.

He drunkenly said: "Dry this first, then go home and play with that."

Jian Shaomei leaned on Lan Mingsu with her head lowered, listening to the boy's shout in the corner, said in a voice only he could hear: "Did they start doing it?"

"Soon." It's time to go, and there is no way to stay any longer.

"Mr. Lan—" Jian Shaomei pulled Lan Mingsu's face away, and looked at him blankly.

"How much did you drink tonight?"

Jian Shaomei's face was flushed, and her eyes were half-closed, as if she had drunk an unknown amount of wine.He thought about it seriously, but frowned as if he couldn't remember: "Seven cups, um, no, eight cups."

"time to go."

Jian Shaomei didn't speak, just looked at him, suddenly, her lips came up to enclose his, and the tip of her tongue moved jerkyly into his mouth.

Lan Mingsu was at a loss for a moment.Drunk, really drunk.

Although Jian Shaomei was unconscious, she seemed to know who he was, and fell down on him, her tongue pushed open his teeth and penetrated deeply.

"Mr. Lan—" the tongue was entangled in the mouth, and saliva flowed from the corner of the mouth, "You are so sweet, Mr. Lan."

Lan Mingsu blushed completely, forced herself to lie flat on the sofa calmly, closed her eyes and entangled with him awkwardly.In fact, it was nothing, it was just a kiss, the boy was drunk, and he might not remember it when he woke up.

Sweet, where is the sweetness?

The kiss got deeper and deeper, Jian Shaomei pressed his lips together, sucking and stirring reluctantly, almost making him breathless.The hand on his body pulled away his white shirt at some point, and touched his chest. He lowered his head and pushed Jian Shaomei away a few feet, took out his mobile phone to make a call, and said in an unusually calm voice: "Hello, Mr. Qian and my driver called over."

Just kiss it once and pretend it never happened, and do anything else as if it's too much.

He usually drives by himself, but thinking that he must drink today, he arranged for the company's driver to wait. This was his foresight.Not long after, two drivers came one after the other. Lan Mingsu asked Mr. Qian's driver to wait for Mr. Qian to finish at the door, and took Jian Shaomei into the car.

"Where is your home?" Lan Mingsu asked.He was drunk, and he had to be sent back first.

"Mr. Lan, you are so delicious, and your body is sweet." Jian Shaomei was quite drunk, her body hung on Lan Mingsu's body like an octopus, regardless of whether he was willing to lick his neck, "Mr. Lan, can you kiss me? Your mouth is also sweet, delicious."

As he spoke, he gently rubbed Lan Mingsu's face, licked his lips reluctantly, and pried open his teeth.

Lan Mingsu frowned and kissed him.How much did you drink, so drunk?

There was so much life in the back seat that the driver could only pretend he didn't see anything.

"Mr. Lan, why are you ignoring me? I think, think—" He suddenly calmed down, looked at Lan Mingsu obediently for a long time, and gently hugged his neck, "Mr. Lan, don't ignore me, I don't want to Picking up other guests."