Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

"Mr. Lan spoils me so much today." Jian Shaomei lowered her head, still smiling.

It's only three thousand, even if you are a high school student now, you don't necessarily take this money seriously, Jian Shaomei is really easy to coax.Based on his external conditions, whether it's being a model or accompanying customers, it's really easy to earn [-] yuan a month.But Lan Mingsu didn't want to say that.How many people who are so pure and stupid can still be seen today?He wanted to try his best to make Jian Shaomei's innocence last longer, a little longer.

"... There are two roommates and I in the dormitory, but he has a girlfriend, and he will come here secretly to spend the night from time to time." Sitting in the car, Jian Shaomei said intermittently, "Sometimes I can't sleep at night, I really want them Go out and open a room."

Wouldn't it be very attractive?Lan Mingsu thought so, but he didn't say it.

"Did Mr. Lan live in a dormitory when he was in college?"

Lan Mingsu shook his head.

Jian Shaomei stopped talking.Lan Mingsu is a fellow student. He may not have come out of the closet when he was in college, so he probably doesn't like living with other boys.

"When did Mr. Lan come out?" He asked tentatively.

Lan Mingsu didn't speak, but Jian Shaomei felt that his body was tense, and the joints of the hand holding the turntable were slightly white.This tension only lasted for a second, but Jian Shaomei was sensitive to it.

"High school." There was no ups and downs in the voice, and nothing unusual could be heard.

"Hmm..." Come out so early, why haven't you had a boyfriend until now?

As soon as he thought of this topic, he thought of his body again. Jian Shaomei couldn't help touching his right hand, and said cheekily: "It's so cold in winter, Mr. Lan's hand is also red."

Lan Mingsu didn't make a sound, but his eyelids twitched.

Jian Shaomei is not afraid that he will be unhappy, Lan Mingsu is the same, he will be happy on his own when he thinks of this.Lan Mingsu wrapped him up, the meaning of which needn't be explained, naturally he didn't hate touching him.

The black BMW quietly took Jian Shaomei all the way to the gate of the dormitory.Jian Shaomei got out of the car and said, "Mr. Lan, be careful on the road."

"Ah."

He paused and smiled again: "Whenever Mr. Lan wants to call me over, just send a text message."

"En." Lan Mingsu nodded slightly, turned the front of the car and said, "Go in when it's cold, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for him to speak again, he stepped on the gas pedal and left.

Jian Shaomei stood at the gate and watched the rear of the car go away, touched her cheek, and grinned stupidly.I really won the lottery today, and I went to the hotel to see his sister and still caused such a big misunderstanding, but it was a coincidence that Lan Mingsu hired him——

His mind paused, his expression changed, and he suddenly took out his mobile phone from his backpack.

Sure enough, there were more than a dozen missed calls and seven or eight text messages.

The last text message said. [Jian Shaomei, you want to die. 】

Too bad, he forgot about his sister!

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Lan Mingsu turned on the vibrating phone, and turned to the latest text message.

[How is Mr. Lan recently?Haven't heard from you for a few days. 】

He is typing on the keyboard.

【good.Thanks. 】

He is the one who will reply when he sees the information.Usually, most of the people who send text messages to him have something to do, there is no unnecessary nonsense, only Jian Shaomei's text messages are not urgent.This kind of information can be answered or not, but he always replies once habitually, even if it is just "um", to show politeness.

[Mr. Lan ordered me a monthly subscription, and it's been more than ten days now, is it because you are busy with work and don't have time? 】

Lan Mingsu wondered when I would hire you for a monthly subscription. The monthly subscription price of Blue Screen Public Relations is at least 3000 yuan per month. His [-] yuan is just for his living expenses, which is very different from the monthly subscription price.

Moreover, most of the monthly male publicists live directly in the home of the sponsor. Jian Shaomei may have misunderstood.

[I didn't order you a monthly subscription, you just concentrate on studying for the exam. 】

The text message over there was sent immediately.

[Mr. Lan gave me [-] a month, isn't that a monthly fee? 】

【no. 】

The phone was quiet for a long time, and suddenly there was a beep, and another text message came.

【Mr. Lan, I can't take your money like this. 】

Lan Mingsu suddenly felt a headache.Free money and no need to work, someone else would probably laugh. Jian Shaomei has never let him down, and will always be so different from others.

[Nothing interesting, you have helped me many times, so don't feel indebted to me. 】

[Mr. Lan originally meant to pay a monthly subscription, I am ready, and I really want to do something for Mr. Lan. 】

do something... what?

Lan Mingsu thought of the previous night again, and his face became slightly hot.

He had almost forgotten it, but it reminded him again.

He thought for a while and typed on the keyboard.

[How about this, we will meet at the entrance of Hotel X at 7:[-] tomorrow night. 】

[Go to the hotel? 】

[Well, I'll take you to dinner. 】

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Jian Shaomei felt that her heart was rushing on a roller coaster. The moment before, she fell down to pieces, but at this moment, she suddenly flew into the sky lightly.

Lan Mingsu wants to take him to dinner, what does this look like?It's just a date.

The place to eat was not low-grade, so he rummaged through the box and changed into a set of semi-formal casual clothes.

He arrived 15 minutes early and just entered the gate, unexpectedly, Lan Mingsu was already in the hotel lobby, but besides him, there was a strange man with a very special appearance beside him, speaking with a smile on his face.

It is said that he looks special because this man is not traditionally handsome, the front of his hair is a little curvy, and the clothes are a little strangely matched. The lines and colors should have collided and are very disharmonious, but he just looks very stylish, and Inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

This made Jian Shaomei vigilant for no reason.

This man seemed to know Lan Mingsu very well, and his body language and expression seemed to know him well. Jian Shaomei instinctively felt a little dislike for him.

"Mr. Lan, who is this?" Jian Shaomei asked politely.

"This is my classmate from middle school. Come have dinner with us tonight."

Jian Shaomei's mood sank again.It was supposed to be a dinner for two, why suddenly there was an extra light bulb?

Lan Mingsu briefly introduced the two people: "Guo Beilin, Jian Shaomei."

No matter how unhappy Jian Shaomei was, she couldn't show her thoughts, so she greeted politely. Lan Mingsu and Guo Beilin were talking, and went into the restaurant first.He had no choice but to follow the two of them behind.

The decoration and dishes are top-notch, but Jian Shaomei's food is not interesting.Lan Mingsu and Guo Beilin have been chatting about their middle school classmates, reminiscing about the past, and having a great time.He is an outsider, even if he wants to say something, he can't get in the way, so he can only eat with his head sullen.

Depressedly eating halfway, he suddenly heard Guo Beilin ask: "I heard you study music?"

Jian Shaomei was stunned for a moment and raised her head, only to see that Guo Beilin was looking at her, and Lan Mingsu was also quiet.He said inexplicably, "That's right."

"At T University?"

Jian Shaomei nodded again.

"Mingsu said that you have made some songs, did you write them all by yourself?"

He has indeed made a lot of songs, some of which were first published on Weibo, and some of them were stored in the computer without sorting out.For a moment, he couldn't figure out how Lan Mingsu knew about it, so he opened his cell phone and said, "I wrote it, and I saved some here."

Guo Beilin took his mobile phone over, lowered his head and took out the earplugs from his pocket, leaned back on the cushion, did not make a sound, and actually just listened to the song one by one like no one else was there.

Jian Shaomei felt that the current situation was simply inexplicable.But he didn't dare to say anything for some reason. He didn't know Guo Beilin's background, but he didn't feel like he was having a meal now, but rather like an interview.

Jian Shaomei glanced at Lan Mingsu, who quietly picked up a piece of vegetable and put it into his mouth without any indication.

The two of them just waited.

Guo Beilin listened to all the music on his phone and took off his earplugs.

"There are 16 followers on Weibo," he said.

"Ah."

Guo Beilin seemed to look at him meaningfully: "Why don't you show your face?"

"Ok?"

"There isn't even a single photo of your face on Weibo."

Jian Shaomei looked embarrassed: "It's not necessary."

He seemed to have some words left unsaid, and seemed to poke something in his heart, and he didn't want to continue this topic. Guo Beilin and Lan Mingsu looked at each other and said nothing more.Guo Beilin said again: "Give you the lyrics, can you compose music according to your requirements?"

Jian Shaomei's mind paused for a moment, but her mouth said reflexively: "Yes."

"Yeah." Guo Beilin didn't say anything, ignored him, turned his head and chatted with Lan Mingsu again.

Just like that, Jian Shaomei was left out in the cold again.

He vaguely felt that this person had a lot of background, but he couldn't tell why. At 8:[-], dinner was officially over, and Guo Beilin left first.

Jian Shaomei touched her nose that was red from the cold, and then she felt a little better. Standing beside Lan Mingsu, she whispered, "Who is Guo Beilin? Why do you ask me that kind of question?"

Lan Mingsu pushed his back into the hotel and said casually, "It's nothing."

Jian Shaomei smiled and said, "Where are you going now, Mr. Lan? Your home?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Lan Mingsu's face: "I still have to stay in the hotel, I have something to do."

"what's up?"

"things related to work."

Jian Shaomei stopped in her footsteps and looked down at him, a little in disbelief.So he came here tonight for work, so what is he?

Lan Mingsu acted as if he knew he was wrong, and said: "Mr. Qian asked me to take a bath here tonight. I was a little unsure, so I asked you to help. I know the manager here. You can change it later." Put on the waiter's clothes and serve my private room exclusively."

Jian Shaomei immediately woke up, as if she suddenly understood the seriousness of the matter: "Okay." He said a little unwillingly: "Are you soaking in the same pool?"

"Separate." Lan Mingsu led him up to the top floor, along the winding corridor, into a quiet and elegant living room.

This is the top consumer place, each customer has a separate bath, separated from the temporary.It's winter now, the open-air bath has a glass roof, and the three private rooms all face the night view of the city. Once the door behind them is closed, it looks condescending, and even the whole city seems to be underfoot.

The manager had already come out and said in a low voice: "Mr. Qian ordered the innermost suite." This is their design. There are two suites that are different from the others. Each suite has three single rooms. Adjacent guests Talking is not hindered, and you can talk about business while not affecting other people's privacy.

He handed a set of clothes to Lan Mingsu: "Changing clothes for him."

Almost everyone knows Mr. Qian's hobbies, and if he asks Lan Mingsu to take a bath alone, he would feel apprehensive.There is someone by my side to watch, and someone will take care of me if I drink too much, so I can rest assured.

Jian Shaomei went into the bathroom to change clothes, and said a little worriedly: "Mr. Lan, do you have to do Mr. Qian's business?"

Lan Mingsu frowned in thought.Qian was always a big client, and he didn't pay much attention to him before, and his business dealings were friendly, so naturally he would keep it as long as he could.However, he has been wooing so repeatedly recently, which made him a little worried.

Everyone knows that there is always a small circle of money, and no one knows who is in the circle, but this small circle is deep and unfathomable.

Lan Mingsu didn't want to step into this muddy water, but now, he felt that it was not so easy to get out.

Why did Mr. Qian become interested in him?This interest has absolutely nothing to do with those dirty hobbies, nor is it so simple and superficial.

But he still didn't know what was wrong.

Jian Shaomei changed her clothes and came out, clean and tidy like a student of the [-]th or [-]th year, made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile: "Come here, the guest, I will undress the guest."

Lan Mingsu's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.Is this Jian Shaomei addicted to doing public relations? She can enter the bed-climbing state at any time.

"The money is coming, let's go out."

At 9:15, Mr. Qian came late as usual, Lan Mingsu greeted him politely, Mr. Qian responded casually, and said with a smile: "Go take a bath, I come every week, It’s uncomfortable not to come.”

Lan Mingsu sent Mr. Qian to one of the private rooms, walked into the adjacent private room and sat down.Jian Shaomei tightly closed the door behind him, took out a bathrobe from the cabinet, smiled silently, walked in front of Lan Mingsu, and undressed him.

The white shirt was taken off, revealing the body that he misses every night.Jian Shaomei sighed in her heart, and went to his belt to untie it.The steam was rising in the bathroom, and the skin under his hands was warm and smooth. He was a little drunk.

Suddenly, Lan Mingsu smiled, and lightly tapped Jian Shaomei's shoulder.

"Huh?" Jian Shaomei raised her head, looking at Lan Mingsu's cell phone in front of him for no reason.

[Guo Beilin: Ask Jian Shaomei to come to me tomorrow to discuss songwriting with him. 】

Jian Shaomei was a little confused.

Lan Mingsu whispered in his ear: "Write a song for TMR, dare you?"

TMR, a music group composed of four teenagers, is not as popular as it is, but it is still a household name.Guo Beilin is their producer?

"Of course you have to write well before he can use it."

Jian Shaomei looked at him intently.Mr. Lan specially arranged this dinner tonight to introduce himself to the producer of TMR?

"Mr. Lan..."

Lan Mingsu put the phone away, and suddenly felt her head lowered in front of her, and Jian Shaomei's scorching hot face was pressed against her.