Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

Lan Mingsu lowered her eyes and looked down at the screen, feeling so regretful that she couldn't help herself.

The text message was sent shortly after.

[Is Mr. Lan still asleep?Jane Shaomei. 】

Sure enough, let him see it.

It is false to ask if you slept or not, but it is true to ask why you have a blue screen public relations in the middle of the night.

Lan Mingsu sent a text message back.

【without.at work. 】

His reply was not false at all.He is indeed working.

[I also didn't sleep, I was studying. 】

Learn a ghost.It was clear that he saw himself on the blue screen public relations, and Xingshi came to question him.

Lan Mingsu replied again.

【Work hard. 】

In fact, he didn't have any agreement with Jian Shaomei, let alone that he couldn't date others, but when he thought of Jian Shaomei, he still felt embarrassed as if he was about to be questioned by Xingshi.

【Mr. Lan, I did nothing wrong, right? (panic face)]

Straight to the point.This grueling emoji, filled with the insecurity of wanting to ask but not dare to ask, made Lan Mingsu feel a little guilty.

Hey... I still have to tell him.

Actually, isn't it for his own good not to tell him?

[Qian always wants to hold a party, and wants to find a few public relations with blue screens. 】

It is very common to hold a party and invite public relations, and it is also one of the ways for public relations people to get acquainted with the upper class, and many people flock to it.But it's hard to say what will happen in Mr. Qian's party, Jian Shaomei's personality is not suitable at all.

If he found out, Lan Mingsu instinctively thought that he would definitely want to go, and decided to hide it from him after careful consideration.But as soon as he went online just now, he suddenly found that Jian Shaomei was also online immediately. He was a little embarrassed and flustered when he was caught, and he blocked him without thinking carefully!

Lan Mingsu inhaled slightly.He hasn't panicked for many years, and he really made a mistake today.

The text message came again.

[I went to the blue screen to withdraw cash, and happened to see that Mr. Lan was also there.If I do something wrong, Mr. Lan can tell me, scold me or punish me, don't hide it in my heart. 】

Lan Mingsu gritted his teeth.

The preceding statement is pure nonsense.Jian Shaomei is so short of money, why is the money earned two weeks ago only transferred now?I must have put myself as a "special reminder", and I can receive messages as soon as I go online.

His every move is under his control, if she continues to block, Jian Shaomei is afraid that she will be frightened, and will not let go of him every day, it is really... a bit self-inflicted.

And the latter sentence... really made his heart soften into a puddle of paste.

【You did nothing wrong.Mr. Qian's party is not for you. 】

"Doo" a vibration.The reply was especially fast this time.

[Mr. Lan is saying that Mr. Qian's parties are relatively unscrupulous? 】

[I haven't been there, but I guess it is. 】

After this text message, the other side seemed to be even more anxious, and the reply came within a few seconds.

[Mr. Lan, don't worry!I'm an adult at 21 and I can go!Mr. Lan must take me there!It's so chaotic over there, Mr. Lan must let me stay by your side!Mr. Blue! 】

Lan Mingsu rubbed his forehead, but didn't reply.

[Mr. Lan!Mr. Lan, I can really go!I have to pay my tuition fees, and I urgently need money for my studies!Mr. Lan, please let me go, I will be fine, Mr. Lan! 】

If he doesn't agree to this posture, Jian Shaomei is afraid that he won't let him sleep at night.Lan Mingsu looked at the text messages that kept coming out, and took a deep breath.

[9 o'clock tomorrow night. XX Road XX.1000 per hour. 】

1000 per hour.You should understand what type of service this is just by looking at the price.Of course, the guests there will not insist, but how many male PRs are stupid enough to refuse?

[I'll be there on time. (Happy) (Happy) See you tomorrow, Mr. Lan. 】

Fool.Fool.

Lan Mingsu buckled the phone with complicated emotions.What are you happy about?Always consider things so simple.

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This is a masked party.

PR doesn't wear a mask, but customers do, so it's not clear who is who.

She was dressed in a black suit, her hair was neatly combed behind her head with hairspray, and her slightly thin body had a slightly classical temperament. Even standing next to a male model, she couldn't see the slightest inferiority.

"It's you again." Someone patted himself on the shoulder, "Are you following Mr. Lan again?"

Jian Shaomei looked away from Lan Mingsu, and looked at the young boy beside him who was half a head shorter than him.After thinking about it, it was the Xiao Bian I had seen in the clubhouse a few days ago. The clothes were decent and elegant, and the texture was excellent. Half of the Rolex watch was exposed from the sleeve of his left hand.

Is this from his benefactor?

Jian Shaomei has never worn this kind of watch.How many years is this tuition?Envious, but he looked up at Mr. Qian who was twice as wide as himself in the distance, and his slightly exposed vanity shrank back sharply.

No, I really can't pass my own test.You can sell yourself, but you can't violate the principle.

The first requirement for a benefactor is to be good-looking, have temperament, and preferably have some distressing feeling.Hey... I didn't know what kind of financial backer I wanted until I met Mr. Lan.

I really want to sell it to Mr. Lan.Also sold for a dime.Sell ​​without giving money.

"Are you still following Mr. Lan?" Xiao Bian was a little absent-minded, and his eyes fell on several male customers.

"Ah."

Xiao Bian smiled: "It's up to you."

Jian Shaomei smiled tentatively: "Aren't you following Mr. Qian, why are you still looking for someone else?"

Xiao Bian bent his lips as if he had heard a joke: "If it were someone else, I would probably think you were provoking me. But I know you really don't understand." He paused, and said in a low voice: "Qian The people around me are not the only ones, and they will fade away in a few days, this kind of occasion is the best way to get to know people, this is the capital of the future."

Jian Shaomei understood that this was true.As Xiaobian said last time, his youth is his capital, he is not selling himself, he is investing.The reason why he told himself was that he felt that he was not his competitor.

"I heard there is a program tonight." Jian Shaomei said.

Xiao Bian smiled out of habit: "Is this your first time here? Just wait until you open your eyes."

There were a few ding-dong knocks on the wine glasses, and the surroundings fell silent. Qiqi turned around and looked at the fat man standing on the spiral staircase.The man wore a white mask, smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand: "Everyone comes to this small party today, don't be too polite, there will be activities in the next few halls, everyone can watch as you please, enjoy yourself."

There was a burst of laughter and applause around, and Jian Shaomei also clapped her hands, looked left and right, and followed the crowd from the hall to the inner corridor for some unknown reason.Suddenly he tightened his wrist, and someone beside him whispered, "Follow me, don't wander around."

"Mr. Lan." The bone was crisp again, and Jian Shaomei held his hand in a dizzy state, "Mr. Lan, don't you need to socialize with others?"

"I don't know anyone here."

It was the first time that Mr. Qian invited him to this kind of party, and he was afraid that he would turn himself into a small circle of people.His ability to handle affairs has always been nothing to worry about, but he has always been polite and distant from Mr. Qian, a big client.He has long heard that Mr. Qian has a small circle that is hard to get into. Since the last time he entertained him, Mr. Qian has been a little bit fond of him. He dealt with it carefully, not wanting to get close or offend, but he did not expect him to come this time.

He didn't know what this kind of gathering looked like, so he could only be more vigilant and take every step counting.

Apart from public relations, there are not many guests, only a dozen or so.In other words, everything is prepared to entertain these guests.

Lan Mingsu is also one of them.

The lights suddenly dimmed, and the surroundings fell silent.Suddenly, the sound of Guqin sounded, the surroundings were still dark, and the sound of the jingle became more and more melodious. Amidst the sound of the high mountains and flowing water, a light lit up and shone on a man in white clothes on the stage, who was playing the piano with his head bowed.

Everyone has heard the beautiful piano sound. It is the soul-stirring "Blessing Lovers" that people will never tire of listening to.The man playing the piano on the stage was none other than Zhu Yingtai.

"Mr. Qian's interest is really elegant." Jian Shaomei was a little surprised.

The man looks very good, indeed has some classical temperament.It's just that it wasn't him who played the piano, but the background music that had been recorded long ago.

Jian Shaomei felt weird again, and whispered: "Mr. Lan, isn't Zhu Yingtai a woman? Why do I think this Zhu Yingtai's figure... doesn't look like—"

Lan Mingsu pursed her lips tightly, and almost understood what was going on.

While playing the piano, another man in a white ancient costume also came up and sat intimately beside the previous man.The two leaned on each other and played the piano together, caressing and caressing, the two became lingering from a light kiss, the man who came up later untied the clothes of the first man, the movement was slow and eager, only to hear the small laughs from the audience Sounds and applause.

Someone shouted: "Fuck him!"

When the clothes were torn apart, it really wasn't Zhu Yingtai, he was just a real man.The two kissed inseparably, their clothes were half exposed, and a section of their shoulders and thighs were exposed, which was the most seductive appearance.There was constant laughter in the audience, but Jian Shaomei was already stunned.

What's this?Is it actually going to the Spring Palace on the spot?

The wrist was pulled by someone: "Can you watch it?"

Jian Shaomei turned her face away, only to see Lan Mingsu lowered her head slightly, her gaze did not fall on the two men on the stage, her face was invisible, but her voice was very calm.

"No, it's nothing." Jian Shaomei held his hand again. Mr. Lan, who was wearing a mask today somehow gave off a sense of mystery that was both familiar and unknown.He suddenly thought of the body under the suit next to him, and his breathing quickened instantly: "Aren't they going to do it for real?"

Is this illegal?

Suddenly hearing a rapid groan, groan and gasp from the stage, the atmosphere in the audience immediately heated up. The masked guests had already lost their scruples and let out bursts of blatant applause.

No one could tell who it was, they were just a group of strangers showing their bestiality.

Did it, actually did it.Propaganda and prostitution in public.

Jian Shaomei lived for 21 years, and today she really saw the world.

On the stage, it was difficult to separate, and they were all men with pretty good looks and figures, so I had to say that they were very interesting.But Jian Shaomei's concern was not with those two people on the stage. He held Lan Mingsu's hand, turned his face and whispered in his ear, "If Mr. Lan doesn't want to watch, let's go elsewhere."

Lan Mingsu whispered, "Just stand here."

Breathing sounds kept coming, and the atmosphere in the audience was no longer restrained. Jian Shaomei knew it was wrong, but she was still dazzled by the primitive impulse.

In the darkness, one could smell the almost boiling desire and desire.

All crazy.

Jian Shaomei slipped her hand on Lan Mingsu's waist for no reason, and said hoarsely, "Mr. Lan, I—"

"Calm down." The voice was still terribly cold, and after a pause, he said, "Come with me."

Jian Shaomei followed him with her head down, and she couldn't tell where she went. She just felt that she followed him into a small space, surrounded by darkness, and Lan Mingsu's breath sprayed on his face. superior.

"Mr. Lan—" Leaning his body forward as if in a daze, his thing has been lifted up at some point, and it is pressing on his leg impatiently.

"Mr. Lan, I—" Jian Shaomei pushed him against the wall, pulling his belt carelessly, "Mr. Lan, how hard you touch me—"

There was a sudden chill on the top of the head, and a glass of water was poured down at some point.

Jian Shaomei stared blankly, a little unclear about the situation, her face and chin were dripping into the water.

Lan Mingsu had already lifted the mask, as if he wasn't the one being pressed, and said in a very calm voice: "There are aphrodisiacs in the wine."

Sure enough, he was a little sober after being poured with water.

Jian Shaomei moved away from him in embarrassment, and only then saw the two of them in the bathroom, tongue-tied again.

There is incense everywhere, the atmosphere is elegant and clean, and there is a picture hanging on the wall.

The place was bigger than all four of their boys' dormitories.

Lan Mingsu fastened the loose belt without showing any signs: "Don't eat or drink from here tonight."

Jian Shaomei nodded, not sure whether it was regret or a stampede, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "It's still a little... I can't get down."

Lan Mingsu glanced at his bulging tent, as if he didn't hear it, turned around to wash his hands.

Jian Shaomei pouted.There are only the two of them here, and his voice is not a mosquito humming, why can't Mr. Lan hear it, just pretend he didn't hear it.

What a heartless person.If he had money, he would really want to take him off and put on his hard hat now.

Hey... It's useless to have money.

What kind of person does Mr. Lan like?

"Go out. Follow me tonight." Lan Mingsu put on his mask, pulled up his tie, and opened the bathroom door.

The scene just now had ended, but the atmosphere had already become lively. The guests and male publicists were chatting and laughing in the deliberately arranged dark place.Half an hour before the next show, Lan Mingsu sat on the sofa and watched silently. Suddenly, Mr. Qian came over with a smile from a room to the west and pulled him: "What are you doing here? Go in and play games."

Lan Mingsu couldn't refuse, so he could only follow him, and Jian Shaomei quickly followed.It was a spacious lounge, several male publicists and guests were sitting scattered on the ground, laughing and shaking an empty wine bottle on the ground.Jian Shaomei didn't know why, just as she was about to sit down beside Lan Mingsu, Lan Mingsu pushed him and said softly, "Go and sit opposite."

Jian Shaomei was taken aback, what do you mean?

Before he could react, he was pulled to sit down by the people around him: "Come, come, let's play together."

Jian Shaomei looked at Lan Mingsu who was calm and composed, and was extremely anxious, what was she going to do?Why not let him sit beside you?

The wine bottle was spinning on the ground, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter and noise: "Go, go!"

The wine bottle was parked on the ground, with the flat bottom facing one person and the bottle mouth facing another.Those two people pushed each other into a closet next to them, but Jian Shaomei still didn't seem to react. Not long after, the closet suddenly opened, and the two men came out in disheveled clothes.

Jian Shaomei was tongue-tied again, her mind turning rapidly.Why, it turned out that the two people with the bottom and mouth of the bottle facing each other wanted to go into the closet to do that kind of thing?

He suddenly felt a little hoarse in his throat.

Mr. Lan asked him to sit across from him. Was that what he meant?

I couldn't see Lan Mingsu's expression clearly.But, I really want to, I really want to think, I really want to be hit by a wine bottle once!

Jian Shaomei suddenly raised the wine bottle: "Let me go around!"