Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

When Jian Shaomei opened her eyes, she had a splitting headache.In fact, it is not the pain of dying, but the pain of being blank, unable to think of anything, and having no time to think.

He covered his head, waiting for the feeling of being run over by a train to dissipate.

He doesn't drink well, and after drinking a few glasses of spirits, he becomes dizzy and can't remember anything. This is because he hasn't exercised much since he was a child.Drinking and socializing are the things he dislikes the most, and he can avoid it if he can.

I vaguely felt that something had happened, and my mind was damned muddled.

"Hmm..." His brows formed two beautiful arcs.

Not far away was a large black TV screen hanging on the wall. He was half lying on the light gray sofa, and half of the quilt on his body had slipped off.The fresh, slightly lavender smell in his nose made him suddenly realize, hey, this is not the male dormitory where dirty clothes and smelly shoes are piled up everywhere in the university!

This place has suddenly risen several grades. It is not the place where he usually sleeps, but Lan Mingsu's home!

"Wake up." The man's calm voice came from behind him as usual.

The corner of Jian Shaomei's mouth trembled, and her body crisped up instinctively.

Recently, I feel that Lan Mingsu's voice is getting better and better, not startled or surprised, low and magnetic, a little tired due to work fatigue.In the past, listening to it only felt calming, but recently, for some reason, the hairs on his neck stood up slightly.

He stood up, still covering his forehead: "Mr. Lan, last night I..."

"You were drunk last night and didn't tell me where you live, so I can only let you sleep on the sofa." Lan Mingsu flipped through the newspaper, focusing on the news, took a sip of coffee, expressionless, thinking Obviously not on Jian Shaomei.

"Last night..." Jian Shaomei frowned blankly.

wrong.He kissed Mr. Lan last night?

Did you kiss?Why do you have a vague impression?But if the impression is vague, it seems true and it seems false, where did they kiss, or did they have a spring dream?According to his current messy mood towards Lan Mingsu, it wouldn't be a strange thing to have a dream all night, right?

Jian Shaomei's heart was in turmoil.If he really kissed Mr. Lan, why would Lan act as if nothing had happened?

Lan Mingsu looked up at him who hesitated to speak, and said, "What's the matter? Are you going to class?"

"Saturday, there is no need to... go to class." Jian Shaomei carefully looked into Lan Mingsu's eyes.Those eyes were no different from usual, without any embarrassment, the eyes were slightly elongated, deep and quiet, no emotion could be seen.

Jian Shaomei lowered her eyes.With this expression, nothing should have happened last night.

My heart relaxes, but it also comes with a sense of loss.Don't dare to do anything while drunk, it's too cowardly.No, I should be glad I didn't do anything...

Lan Mingsu continued to look down at the newspaper, his throat moved slightly.He remembered what happened last night clearly, and now he felt uncomfortable seeing Jian Shaomei, but he didn't want to mention it.What are stupid things you say when you're drunk?

"You wash your face and eat. I will go to the company later and drive you to school along the way." Lan Mingsu pointed to the kitchen, "There is bread and milk."

Jian Shaomei thought dissatisfied, how did he know that he ate bread and milk?Think of yourself as a child at all?

"I drink coffee too." Jian Shaomei walked over with her head down.

Lan Mingsu didn't say anything, just looked down at the newspaper, as if he didn't hear anything at all.

Jian Shaomei poured a cup of black coffee and drank it while sitting beside Lan Mingsu. After being quiet for a while, she fiddled with the newspaper unwillingly, leaning her head to read: "What is Mr. Lan reading?"

His body was almost tilted on Lan Mingsu's body, whether it was intentional or not, his face was also very close.Lan Mingsu felt a little disturbed, stepped back, gave him the newspaper in his hand, and stood up calmly: "Recently, there is an anti-pornography campaign, you'd better not go on blue screen public relations."

Jian Shaomei didn't understand what he meant by that.In the past, he never thought much about what others said, and only listened to the literal meaning, but Lan Mingsu's words made him beat the snare drum.No way, did Mr. Lan really tell him to be careful, or was he too proactive, he didn't like it, and used this as an excuse not to ask him out?

What exactly do you mean?

Jian Shaomei immediately behaved herself, stopped reading the newspaper, nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lan."

Lan Mingsu picked up the car keys hanging by the door: "I'll take you back to school."

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It was a little awkwardly quiet along the way.

Jian Shaomei is usually the talkative one, Lan Mingsu just nodded and said "huh" at best.But now that Jian Shaomei has something on his mind, the atmosphere in the car seems to be frozen, so dull that even Lan Mingsu feels bad.

"What are you studying?" He broke the silence bluntly.

"music."

It turned out to be music.It's not easy to find a job in this profession.Lan Mingsu is a law student, so he walked across the mountain and couldn't talk to each other for a while, so he had to say "hmm" again.

Jian Shaomei played with her phone with her head down, to be precise, she was replying to comments on Weibo.

Lan Mingsu glanced at his phone.

It was a video of playing the guitar, there was no face shot, it was just a body, but one could tell it was Jian Shaomei just by looking at the clothes.Lan Mingsu didn't want him to know that she was prying into his privacy, so she retracted her eyes without any trace, and stared squarely at the road ahead.

It seems that there are a lot of comments, much more lively than my Weibo account with only 82 fans.Playing guitar and singing, is it possible that Jian Shaomei is an Internet celebrity?

What a strange man.With such a superficial appearance, you can earn a lot of money even as a model, so why come to blue screen public relations?It's not that he wants to be rich, and he doesn't want to get acquainted with powerful people. With a monthly income of two to three thousand, what can't be done?

Lan Mingsu resisted the desire to ask him.They just met by chance, and they met no more than five times in total, and they didn't know each other well enough to ask everything.

Jian Shaomei put away her phone, and her mind returned to Lan Mingsu.

It's almost school, and today is over. What makes people uncomfortable is that I don't know if there will be a next time.Instead, he now hopes that Lan Mingsu is the kind of customer who is eager, angry, difficult, patient and overwhelmed, and will call him over in a few days, and the clouds will turn upside down.

Parents are right, it is better to be rich, if he is rich now, he will pursue Lan Mingsu crazily.

Hey, even if you have money, you may not be able to catch up.

"Mr. Lan, see you next week." Before getting off the car, Jian Shaomei still said cheekily.

Lan Mingsu is not a person who refuses to step down in person. He said so, Lan Mingsu will definitely not say "no" and embarrass him on the spot.Sure enough, Lan Mingsu's lips pulled, and he didn't say "yes" or "no", and gave a specious "hmm".

Jian Shaomei felt that she was simply taking advantage of Lan Mingsu.It was him who was going to meet, and he was the one who took the money. When did he become so thick-skinned?

But why did Mr. Lan treat him so well?

Or is he so nice to everyone?His heart sank again... It's good for everyone, if someone asks him to be her boyfriend one day, will he agree speciously?

Lan Mingsu turned the car and left, not daring to look back at the young man standing at the door of the dormitory watching him go.

Everything has become too real, he just wanted to make some extra money for this unreasonable Jian Shaomei on a whim, but what kind of weird relationship do they have now?

See you next week... let's talk.