Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

"Put it in your ear so we can hear you."

The staff put black earplugs half the size of a fingernail in his palm.Today is already Friday, the day for Mr. Qian's private party, and Lan Mingsu is making the final preparations.

"This is the male publicist who accompanied you to the party." The team leader led a young boy in front of him, "He will follow your instructions after he goes in, and when the time comes, you can take the opportunity to draw other people's attention away." , Let him place bugs in Qian Yao's house."

Lan Mingsu said: "Qian Yao will ask someone to clean the house once a week, and once he finds a bug, he will think of me."

"This is the latest type of bug, and it cannot be found by general cleaning." The team leader looked at him thoughtfully, "I hope he will introduce you to the people inside the group this time."

Lan Mingsu refused to comment, and picked up the dark gray suit jacket: "Are you ready? It's time to go."

The team leader clapped his hands, and Lan Mingsu led the young boy back to his home, giving him a sidelong glance.The height, appearance, and age were all selected according to Jian Shaomei's reference. Unfortunately, although the appearance is similar, the eyes and expressions are very different.

Jian Shaomei can lift up his clothes to tease him at any time, but this boy seems to have just graduated from a military academy, and his body is so rigid that he looks like he can pull out a gun at any time.

Lan Mingsu took him out and said, "Your name tonight is Mike."

The boy nodded awkwardly.

"Relax, you are now a male publicist, not going to suppress bandits."

"Yeah." The boy tried his best to fit into his role.

They went downstairs one after the other, and Lan Mingsu pointed to his car: "You go to the car first—"

The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

Lan Mingsu took out his phone.

[Mr. Lan, what are you doing? 】

Jane Shaomei?

Lan Mingsu stopped immediately, standing by the side of the road typing quickly.

【Have you come out of training? 】

【Um.Came out early. 】

Lan Mingsu didn't know what to say.As soon as she came out, she sent him a text message, but Jian Shaomei still couldn't forget him.

[I am working in the company now. 】

He never told Jian Shaomei about opening a law firm, nor did he tell him about the troubles he got into. Now that he is going to Mr. Qian's party, Jian Shaomei must be worried when he hears this. He subconsciously doesn't want him to know about himself. trail.

【Yeah?are you busy? 】

[As usual.When will you come back? 】

[Come back soon.Mr. Lan, do you still remember the meal we didn't have together last time? 】

【Remember. 】

[I'm not here, how is Mr. Lan doing? 】

【fine. 】

The captain's voice came from his ear: "It's time."

Lan Mingsu lowered his head and took a deep breath, writing on the phone.

[I still have something to do, let's talk when I have time. 】

【Mr. Lan hasn't hired a new boy recently, has he? (smile)]

Lan Mingsu blushed slightly.

【No. 】

Quiet over there.Lan Mingsu continued to type.

[My colleague asked me to go to see the documents, so I will leave first and talk about it another day. 】

【Um. 】

Lan Mingsu put away his mobile phone, got into the car, and said to Mike who was standing upright beside him, "You... put on a smiling face and relax your shoulders."

The boy smiled and twisted his shoulders unnaturally: "Is that so?"

Lan Mingsu lowered his head and said, "...forget it, just laugh."

The two spoke without saying a word, the engine started, and they slowly drove out of the parking space.The black car disappeared at the corner of the street, and a dark blue Mercedes-Benz drove out from the small alley next to the apartment. Jian Shaomei watched from a distance in the driver's seat with uncertain eyes.

He borrowed Guo Beilin's car and ran to Lan Mingsu's apartment as soon as he came back. He wanted to see him in a hurry, but when he got downstairs, he saw him walking out of the elevator with a strange boy.

Jian Shaomei lowered her head, trying to suppress the discomfort in her heart, and the car followed slowly.

Lan Mingsu, you never bring anyone home, who is this person?

~

"The things you see inside may be unimaginable later, you have to be mentally prepared." Lan Mingsu whispered.

"I get it, it's messy."

"Qian Yao knows that I brought you here, so he won't make it difficult for you. But if someone touches you, you can't be impulsive, you can't hit people, and you can't be rude."

"I have basic training."

"Get out of the car."

Someone was already waiting in the living room, greeted him respectfully, and led Lan Mingsu to the basement.He walked down the spiral staircase, and the light immediately dimmed a lot. The black leather sofa lined the dark carpet. Several people were talking and laughing in low voices. There were men and women, and their faces could not be seen clearly from a distance.

Lan Mingsu came to Mr. Qian indifferently.

"Hey, Mingsu." Mr. Qian patted Lan Mingsu on the shoulder and said to the people standing around him, "Come and meet my lawyer, a young talent with a bright future. Now my tens of millions of businesses are He guarded me."

Lan Mingsu handed over his business card.

The voice of the captain in the ear asked: "Remember who is present."

Lan Mingsu exchanged pleasantries in a measured manner.It is true that there are people here that he has never seen before, but they are not some shady businessmen. Qian Yao's business has both black and white, and all the people present are big bosses with connections.

Therefore, Qian Yao still didn't trust him.

On the surface, as Qian Yao said, he wanted to cultivate Lan Mingsu.These people are people that others can't even see, and they are of unimaginable help to Lan Mingsu's career development.

If he didn't doubt Qian Yao's intentions, he would be really grateful to Qian Yao.

Why exactly?What is the purpose of letting him come to this party today?

Qian Yao smiled and asked everyone to sit down: "Everyone is honored to come to my party. Naturally, Qian will not let everyone down. I have arranged a few programs today, everyone have fun!"

He clapped his hands, the door of the next room opened, and several people came out.

The few who walked in front were all male publicists arranged by Lan Mingsu. They were of different ages and were matched according to Qian Yao's requirements.Except for women, these people do not necessarily like men, but this is like traveling abroad. You may not like the local food, but since you are here, you must try some.

Mike sat beside Lan Mingsu tacitly.

Qian Yao smiled and said, "Mingsu, did you bring this tonight?"

"Ah."

"You still like the same type."

"Mr. Qian is careful."

Qian Yao knocked on the wine glass, suddenly a light hit the stage not far away, and then the curtain opened, and a woman in a black hollow dress came out with a microphone, smiling sweetly and gracefully. unlimited.

There was a slight laughter and agitation immediately from the audience.

It was a face that often appeared on TV, a second-tier star in China, who could act and sing, even a seven-year-old child could recognize who it was by pointing at the screen.

When this person appeared at the airport, he would be surrounded by people begging for his autograph, but now he was standing less than ten steps away from them, singing and dancing for the dozen or twenty people present.

The lively atmosphere continued until the end of the song.She walked off the stage with a smile, hugged Qian Yao and gave him a warm kiss: "Mr. Qian, long time no see."

Qian Yao took her hand: "It's getting more and more beautiful. Come on, let me introduce some big bosses to you today."

Lan Mingsu sat in the corner with his head down and sipped his wine.Everyone wants to be a celebrity. What do people want after they have money? What they want is the privilege and enjoyment that ordinary people can't have.Qian Yao now wants to provide people with the treatment of a privileged class, a fairy tale that only the rich can enjoy.

He suddenly understood why Qian Yao was so important in the circle.

This is the liaison.Everyone knows him, everyone likes the programs he arranges, and everyone wants to meet people they want to know in a hidden place.

The importance of Qian Yao lies in connecting these people.

Even--

"...Recently, I invested in a new company. Actually, it's nothing. It's a new singer with potential. I'm about to call someone in. The little boy has never seen the world, and his personality is relatively simple. Bosses, take care of him. "

Qian Yao clapped his hands, the door next door opened again, and a young man who was not short came out.

Lan Mingsu's heart suddenly hit.

Jane Shaomei.

He couldn't move his body, and stared intently at the familiar face that was getting closer.

Jian Shaomei's eyes swept across him, and immediately fell on the young boy sitting beside him, his face became a little colder.It took only a few seconds, and he immediately said to Qian Yao, "Mr. Qian."

Qian Yao smiled and introduced: "This is the newcomer I invested in. His stage name is Jian Cong. He is a top student in the music department. He can write songs and sing. He is a rare talent. A new album will be released in September this year. Bosses, please take care of it."

He was wearing a dark blazer today, with a slim army green tie hanging loose, and he looked cuter than usual.Guo Beilin is indeed a good teacher, from stance to temperament, from hairstyle to figure, he has carefully sculpted everything.

The uncut jade has been polished, and it is filled with the breath of soaring to the sky from the inside to the outside.

Qian Yao turned his head and said with a smile, "Mingsu, I remember you knew him, right?"

Lan Mingsu's lips were a little dry, and she didn't dare to look directly at Jian Shaomei's face: "Yes, Mr. Qian."

"He will stay with you tonight, you take good care of him."

Lan Mingsu's heart stopped for a moment, he lowered his head, and said in an extremely calm tone: "Yes, Mr. Qian."

Oops.

He lied to him just now, and something is not going well after that.

The lights dimmed a bit, and the low-pitched music made the atmosphere more private. The guests had already dispersed a little, forming small circles of four or five on the sofa, talking and laughing, or playing games.

A few of them hugged the public relations in their arms freely, and walked to a dark corner. They couldn't see what they were doing, but they could vaguely see the clothes being lifted and the soft laughter.

Jian Shaomei walked up to Lan Mingsu without saying a word, glanced at Mike who was motionless beside him, and asked, "Mr. Lan, is this your new boyfriend?"

Lan Mingsu closed his eyes and stood up, wanting to hold his hand, but suddenly remembered that he was at Qian Yao's house, and he didn't dare to have any more physical contact, so he sat down and whispered, "Why are you here?"

"An event arranged in the company."

The company will not arrange such activities casually for him. Jian Shaomei appeared here because of Qian Yao's request.

The contract clearly stated that the company could not force him to participate in any activities he did not want, so the reason why Jian Shaomei appeared was because he wanted to come too?

Lan Mingsu's heart sank.

Jian Shaomei misunderstood that he had a new boyfriend, and this matter would not end well.

Qian Yao smiled and pulled the young boy away from his arms, and said to Jian Shaomei, "Why don't you sit down? Mingsu, I seem to remember that you had wrapped him up before?"

Qian Yao.

Lan Mingsu's eyes were cold.

Why on earth did you ask Jian Shaomei to come over?

He lowered his head and said politely: "His worth is different now. Qian should know how much my income is. Today is not what it used to be. Just look at it from a distance."

Jian Shaomei looked directly at him.

Qian Yao said with a smile: "How many celebrities have been hired by others, is there still one Jian Cong left? Mingsu, you have done a good job for me, and I haven't rewarded you well yet. How about this, I will give you Jian Cong for a month, and you What do you think?"

Lan Mingsu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Qian Yao asked again: "Jian Cong, are you willing?"

Jian Shaomei bent down and gently lifted Lan Mingsu's chin: "Mr. Lan, I'll give you a discount for you." He looked straight into Lan Mingsu's eyes, and Lan Mingsu didn't dare Looking straight ahead, he quickly turned his head away.

Jian Shaomei looked at him lowly, and gently touched his face: "Mr. Lan, I don't blame you for anything you have done."

Mr. Qian laughed a few times, and gestured for someone to take Mike away, and the surrounding lights dimmed somehow.

There were only the two of them left on this sofa.

Lan Mingsu hung his head uncomfortably.

After a long time, Jian Shaomei said, "Who is that person next to you?"

"..."

"Have you ever done that kind of thing with him?" Jian Shaomei couldn't hold back.

Lan Mingsu turned her head to look at him, her voice hoarse: "You don't care?"

"You!" Jian Shaomei wrapped his arms around his waist, and the eyes on his face were a little hurt and anxious, "The seat next to you is mine, why would you just give it to someone else? "

Lan Mingsu looked at him silently.

He wanted to kiss him now, but unfortunately he couldn't.

"Speak." The arms tightened again, as if trying to break his waist.

Both eyes fell on each other's lips.

"Mr. Lan..." Jian Shaomei's voice softened.

Lan Mingsu turned his face away, Jian Shaomei supported his shoulders, unzipped his belt with his hands under the table, and stuck into his pants recklessly.

"Jian Shaomei, let me go, this kind of place—" This is Qian Yao's home, the place where nothing can happen——

"I want to interject you now," Jian Shaomei whispered in his ear, "you should be quiet, otherwise I will really do something that I regret."

Jian Shaomei handed him the wine glass on the table, leaned against him lightly, and pushed him into the dark corner of the sofa as if chatting, Lan Mingsu glanced at him, sipped the wine calmly without making a sound .

After a while, his face gradually turned an unnatural red.He frowned slightly, lowered his head, his knuckles holding the wine glass turned white.

"Why is Mr. Lan crying?" Jian Shaomei wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.