Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

"What does Qian always think of this suit? The fabric is imported from France. It is heavy but not heavy, breathable and airy. It is very popular in Europe this spring." The tailor put the fabric on the man's obese body. "The weather has been getting worse recently. The hotter it gets, Qian always wears this outfit to go out, and no famous brand can match it."

It's not that it can't compare, it's that it doesn't have his size, no matter how much money you have, you can't buy the size he wants.

"That's it." The man threw the cigarette in his hand to the man standing beside him, sat down at the table and took a sip of tea, watched the tailor enter the back room, and asked casually as if he was bored, "How is Lan Mingsu recently? "

"Stay safe. I moved to a new office building. I went to work at 10 am and left work at 5 am. I ate alone at a restaurant near my home, and then I stayed at home. I don't like going out very much." The man said respectfully.

"No new PR?"

"No."

Mr. Qian half-closed his eyes to rest his mind, and suddenly smiled: "What is Jian Shaomei doing?"

"Guo Beilin's closed training for him is due in two weeks, and he can't communicate with the outside world yet."

"How is Lan Mingsu and his family doing?"

"His mother celebrated her birthday last month. He didn't go, but he bought a car for his mother."

"What car?"

"Porsche."

Boss Qian half closed his eyes and stretched out his fingers, beckoning him to his ear, and gave some instructions in a voice that no one else could hear.The man lowered his head and said, "Yes, I will do it."

"Don't let Lan Mingsu know."

"Yes."

What to do next?Now Lan Mingsu seems to listen to him in everything, but unfortunately he is like a wooden man, and has no motivation to really do things for him.The more obedient Lan Mingsu is, the more he wants to distance himself from Jian Shaomei on the surface, which shows that he cares more about Jian Shaomei in his heart, so if he wants to change Lan Mingsu, he must start with Jian Shaomei.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice and was connected. A man's deep voice came from the other side: "Mr. Qian."

Nice to hear.Every time I listen to his voice, I feel a little magnetic, very moving.But even though his life was rotten and the boys around him were one after another, it was strange that he never thought about Lan Mingsu.

Some people are born to be playthings, and they look down on them no matter what, so they throw them away when they are used up.And some people have a temperament that can be equal to him, which makes people unwilling to insult and blaspheme him, and Lan Mingsu is one of them.

He is willing to break Lan Mingsu's bones and let him work for him willingly, but he will not have any strange thoughts about him.

For a person like Lan Mingsu, when he has thoughts about you, you will be attracted by him, amazed, and hard to look away.But when he is not interested in you, he is alienated like a mountain, you will always know it well, let alone have any undue thoughts.

Mr. Qian sometimes thinks that Jian Shaomei is really a lucky person.Lan Mingsu fell in love with him and was willing to let him approach, otherwise Jian Shaomei would not even have the chance to be with him.

So he has to take advantage of this opportunity now.

"Mingsu, are you busy with work recently?"

"Thank you, Mr. Qian, for caring. I'm not busy."

"There's a private party next Friday, and I'd like you to meet some friends and help your career. Are you free?"

"available."

"Come to my house at 8 o'clock in the evening. Ah, and, help me find some male publicists."

"it is good."

Lan Mingsu put down the phone.

He fiddled with the pen in his hand.

His law firm has been open for more than two months, and the size of the office is three times that of before, but what he does every day at work is to play with pens.The clients that Mr. Qian introduced to him have never even shown their faces. The so-called work is just looking at some old-fashioned contracts.

Everything here is just a superficial effort, and the main purpose of his company's existence is to launder money.

This is what Mr. Qian said about smooth sailing and condescension.

Lan Mingsu opened the text message on the phone.

That was the last one Jian Shaomei sent him before leaving.

[Mr. Lan, I'm about to start training, and I won't be able to contact you for the next three months.You wait for me to come out, okay? 】

OK, I'm waiting for you.

Jian Shaomei is not only learning vocal music, but also learning composition from Guo Beilin.Guo Beilin posted some clips of his creation on Weibo, and appropriately contributed to the flames, and even reposted it once by TMR, causing a small whirlwind.

Now he has more than 30 fans, twice as many as before.

Jian Shaomei is getting better and better, and more and more popular, but now he is... It's hard to say.

There was no contact for three months. By the time he finished his training, he might have forgotten himself, right?

Lan Mingsu poked the tip of the pen, drew an egg on the paper, and wrote the words "Jian Shaomei".In the past, I only knew how to be busy, and only knew responsibility. Every day was like carrying a heavy chain. Now that I have nothing to do, I am at ease, but I have learned to coax myself to play.

The clock on the wall rang lightly.It's five o'clock, it's time to get off work.Lan Mingsu picked up the untouched briefcase, wiped the table casually, and walked out unhurriedly.

It's no wonder that many people commit crimes even if they risk their lives. The money is so easy to come by. You can earn [-] to [-] yuan just by sitting around for a day without humiliating yourself or looking at people's faces.Recently, he had a little understanding of Mr. Qian's meaning.Money is always consuming his will, corroding his bones, making him get used to the good life he is now.He has been lazy for a long time and enjoys it a lot. Who wants to go back to the past and be a cow and a horse?

Lan Mingsu leisurely ate dinner at the restaurant she was used to, then returned to the empty home with her bag, took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and sat alone in the living room.

Soon, a tall and thick man came from his kitchen: "Lawyer Lan, there is no beer in the refrigerator."

Lan Mingsu lowered his head and let out a "hmm".

"The captain asked you to go there." The man said again, "Lawyer Lan, can I trouble you to buy some cans of beer tomorrow?"

Lan Mingsu nodded, stood up and walked towards the kitchen, pulled the curtain, and opened the door of the floor cabinet against the wall.

As soon as the door opened, the surrounding environment immediately became a little noisy. Opposite was a connected room, which had the same layout as my own house. There were stacked lunch boxes scattered on the table, electronic equipment was everywhere, and several people were walking around in a hurry. Standing there, doing things independently as if they didn't see him.

A middle-aged man in his 40s put down his earphones and said to him, "Qian Yao asked you to go to his house next week on the phone today."

Lan Mingsu nodded: "That's right."

"You think he'll introduce you to someone from the group?"

"I can't tell. I don't know if he trusts me now. We have to wait and see."

The middle-aged man looked at him thoughtfully: "It's been more than two months, and he hasn't done anything except let you launder money. What is he hesitating about?"

"I don't know."

The middle-aged man thought for a long time: "Next week's party, I want to arrange someone to go in, please help me."

Lan Mingsu nodded lightly: "Well, it's very chaotic in there." Can your old criminal investigators bear it?

"I know, you go to rest first. I'll let you know when I make arrangements."

Lan Mingsu returned to her room, closed the door of the kitchen closet, and everything returned to its original tranquility.He has been living like this for more than a month now, and he was not used to it at the beginning, and he couldn't sleep well, but now he is much better.

He sat on the bed, turned on "My Music" on the phone, and lightly pressed the play button.

The melody of the guitar came to my ears immediately, accompanied by Jian Shaomei's laughing voice.

[I don't know who gave this precious guitar, thank you for your support and encouragement!I will not live up to your expectations of me, this is a song I am writing, is it good? 】

nice to hear.

Lan Mingsu put on earplugs and closed his eyes.

The phone's screen lights up.

[Jian Shaomei Weibo file download on January 1.Number of playbacks on this machine: 23 times]