Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

During these three weeks, Jian Shaomei experienced several consecutive emotions such as anxiety, pain, and resentment.Lan Mingsu hadn't contacted him all this time, and he felt completely abandoned.

Is it too busy at work?

He dare not text Lan Mingsu again.Lan Mingsu said that he would look for him. He is a male publicist, and he should have waited quietly.In the past, he dared to act coquettishly to Lan Mingsu because he was young and felt that Lan Mingsu liked him to some extent, but now he is not so sure.

It's just that he still doesn't know what despair feels like.He didn't even want to know.

Jian Shaomei changed into a passable dress, scratched her hair curled up in sleep, put on her backpack and went out.

In fact, he didn't want to go out today, but his sister sent him a text message in the morning, saying that he was on a business trip nearby and asked him to meet at Hotel A.

Every time he meets his sister, he will give him some money. Although it is not much, it is enough to maintain his livelihood for two or three months.He hadn't heard from his parents in months, so he had to meet anyway.

What's more, Lan Mingsu didn't want to see him, he just waited for the phone to ring in the room all day, fearing that he would get sick.

Thinking of Lan Mingsu, my heart aches like being pinched again.

A benefactor who only plays with people's feelings.Other male PRs can at least have sex with the patron, what is he?Even a kiss is trembling, no one is more wronged than him.Thinking of this made me feel uncomfortable again.What are you doing, Lan Mingsu? When I become self-reliant one day, I will wrap you up and let you--

Standing 20 meters in front of him was a young man in a neat suit, with his head slightly lowered, talking politely to two slightly fat middle-aged men beside him.

In an instant, Jian Shaomei felt as if her surroundings had disappeared.

The movement of the young man in the distance was like slow motion, his thin lips opened and closed, and it seemed that he could even see the trembling of his eyelashes clearly.

That face was held by him not long ago, and the lips were kissed by him, even the touch and taste of the body did not fade away.

Why is Lan Mingsu here?

Immediately afterwards, the young man's face turned towards him.

Jian Shaomei's feet were fixed in place and could not move.The young man's eyes fell on him, caught off guard, and immediately showed a surprised and slightly embarrassed expression. He hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and walked towards him unhurriedly.

This was the first time Jian Shaomei saw the emotions he couldn't hide.He couldn't make up his mind what to say and what to do, but the unbearable resentment he had been impatient for the past few days turned into smoke. He didn't say a word, watching the young man stop in front of him.

"How are you doing recently?" Lan Mingsu asked.

He was always so calm, as if he was wearing a mask all the time, making it unclear what he was thinking.Jian Shaomei made a slightly hoarse "um" sound, and did not speak again.

Lan Mingsu knew that he was wrong and his scalp was stiff, but he couldn't come up with any excuses.He took a breath secretly, and asked again as if chatting: "Are you here to find friends?"

Jian Shaomei moved her lips, but her throat was so tight that she couldn't make a sound, her eyes were sour, and only then did she realize how wronged she had been for the past few days.He swallowed, and pointed at the few people who had just come out of the elevator with his chin.

"You come to see..."

Lan Mingsu looked back, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Oncoming was a woman in her 50s, her body was already blessed, she was a head shorter than herself, her foundation was very thick, and her heavy makeup and eye shadow made it hard to see what she looked like.Lan Mingsu subconsciously moved her eyelashes slightly: "You... came to find her?"

Jian Shaomei was still choked up and unable to utter a sound, nor could she pretend to be smiling, so she just nodded.This is his sister's secretary, who came to pick him up the stairs. He didn't want to leave, but the aunt was already smiling at him affectionately. He couldn't help himself, and said reluctantly, "I'll go first, Mr. Lan."

"...Are you short of money?" Lan Mingsu's smile was a little stiff.

In the past three weeks, he felt uncomfortable whenever he thought of Jian Shaomei, so he procrastinated and did not send him a text message.He also knew that it was wrong to break his promise, but what happened that night made him upset. He didn't know how to get along with each other when they met, so he could only keep it like this.

He understood that Jian Shaomei was short of money, so he came to the hotel today, did he have a new guest?

This woman in her 50s with heavy makeup?

Jian Shaomei nodded inexplicably: "I'm here to get the money today—"

He paused in his thoughts, and suddenly understood what Lan Mingsu had misunderstood. He was taken aback, and immediately clarified without thinking: "Mr. Lan, it's not..."

"Shao Mei still not coming up?" The woman twisted her body and came up to him with a smile, grabbing his arm, "Your sister misses you so much."

Lan Mingsu's face suddenly turned ugly.How old are you, and you don't even feel wronged by being his mother, and you still have the nerve to call yourself his sister?

Jian Shaomei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Go up first, I'll talk to my friend, and I'll find you later."

The woman seemed to see Lan Mingsu just now, and thought that this man was really good-looking, but he was cold and had no smile, so she quickly patted Jian Shaomei's shoulder with a dry smile: "Room H on the 23rd floor, hurry up, or else There is no money to take."

Jian Shaomei's scalp was numb, and she let her go with a fluttering smile, and whispered: "Mr. Lan misunderstood, but it's not at all..."

Lan Mingsu lowered his head, feeling as if his heart was blocked at this moment.

In fact, this matter is really not Jian Shaomei's fault. He is Jian Shaomei's benefactor. There is nothing wrong with him, but he does not have a monthly subscription. Jian Shaomei originally wanted to see whoever he wanted.Moreover, he knew that Jian Shaomei was in urgent need of money, but he still didn't contact him for nearly a month. What's wrong with Jian Shaomei picking up other guests now?

I feel very uncomfortable, but after all the calculations, I can only blame myself.

Jian Shaomei whispered anxiously: "Mr. Lan, listen to me, I just took the money and didn't do anything..."

This is nothing, even coming to the hotel to meet his sister can make a mistake, it was a coincidence that he bumped into it.If Mr. Lan thought he had done something with others, what chance would he have in the future?

"Mr. Lan, the aunt just now was..."

Lan Mingsu interrupted him suddenly and asked, "How much living expenses do you need a month?"

"Huh?" Jian Shaomei was startled, "Three thousand...well, two thousand five, no, two thousand is enough."

Lan Mingsu calculated in his mind, and took out the checkbook from his pocket: "I will give you [-] a month in the future, and you don't have to continue to pick up guests."

Jian Shaomei closed her mouth, her lips trembling slightly.

I got myself covered...Mr. Lan got me covered...

"If the company has an event, it will also look for you. That counts as accompanying me to attend the occasion, and it's another count." Lan Mingsu quickly wrote a check, tore it off and put it in his hand. Asked in a low voice, "...do you think it's less?"

"A lot! There are too many." Jian Shaomei felt that he didn't know what he did right today, as if everything was in his favor, and whispered to himself, "Thank you, Mr. Lan...Mr. Lan is so kind to me ..."

Why are you so nice to him?Doesn't it mean that he has the slightest thought for him, and can take three thousand a month to support him for no reason?Even if he denies it, he won't believe it!

The way Lan Mingsu acted just now was clearly jealous...

Jealous... jealous because of him...

"What did you want to say just now? Who did you say was the aunt just now?" Lan Mingsu asked again.

Jian Shaomei was startled, and immediately said indiscriminately: "It's not someone, but I met on the blue screen. In fact, I didn't do anything, I just wanted to chat with someone."

Lan Mingsu was silent.Jian Shaomei's character is not suitable for this job at all. Although three thousand is not much, it is much better than spending time with these rich wives all day long.What kind of people are they? It's a waste of people to come to find a boy in his early twenties to "chat" with him when he is five or sixty years old.

"Why is Mr. Lan here today?"

Lan Mingsu looked at his watch: "I met two clients, and I'm going back to the company now. What about you?"

Jian Shaomei wished to stay with him for a while: "I want to go back to the dormitory too."

The dormitory was on the way with his company, Lan Mingsu thought about still having time, and said naturally: "Then I will take you back to the dormitory."

"Thank you, Mr. Lan." Jian Shaomei followed him obediently, vaguely feeling that she had forgotten some important event, but had no time to take care of it, so she just smiled and said, "Is Mr. Lan busy recently?"

"Yeah." He is busy at all times, even when he is not too busy, he will find a job by himself, "Are you going to take the exam soon?"

"Ah."

"Is it difficult?" He didn't know how to take the music test, playing the piano?

"Professional courses are okay, but theory and basic courses need to work hard."

This is exactly the opposite of him, but Lan Mingsu was only studying when he was a child, and he hardly knew what a problem was, so he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Two people who are so different, hardly have any common language and interests, how did they become the relationship they have now?