The King's Altar

On the evening of the day of the concert, Yuan Mingqing received a ticket.

The ticket is very beautifully printed, with an invitation-like folded design, a dignified but elegant font printed on the cover of azure and elegant paper, and a profile photo of a piano genius on the inside page.Yuan Mingqing admitted that this photo was extremely beautiful. Li Wudi had a quiet smile on his perfect face, handsome eyebrows, and elegant temperament. Fascinated by a group of nympho music blind.

——And it turns out that good-looking people are charming no matter how they play, whether it's pretending to be noble for taking pictures, or spreading their bare legs on the bed and begging for a stick.Yuan Mingqing kissed the little love rival printed on the face of the ticket, and his heart was as anxious as a trapped animal in heat. The satisfaction that can bite the fleshy paws and kiss the lips cannot be replaced by kissing a small piece of paper.

It only takes more than ten minutes to take a taxi from the door of the house to the musical theater, and it takes only more than half an hour to walk. Yuan Mingqing checked the time, and there were still two hours before the concert started.He calmly didn't think about eating dinner, put the tickets in his wallet, and went out.

"Yuan Mingqing didn't come to work again today, and he's getting more and more presumptuous!" Belle clings to his peacock hair ballpoint pen, and writes a few strokes in the account book, "I must deduct a few days of his salary as an example to others."

"Just pretend." Feng Qu flipped through the material library and fumbled to organize the decoration of the online store, mockingly said: "It's all right to pretend in front of Jiang Zhaowei and Chen Yuejin, why are you pretending to be serious in front of me? The second boss's Are you paid by the day?"

Belle coughed dryly, put down the pen and paper angrily, stood up with his hands in his pockets and walked a few steps, dangling back and forth in front of the large French windows.He bought a pair of Republic of China-style dark fine-check slacks online two days ago, and he couldn’t wait to try them on as soon as the courier delivered them today. The trousers were tailored and matched with a military-style white shirt with a stand-up collar. The thin thin straps set off the back and buttocks, which are especially straight, showing the style of a hippie and romantic son in the Republic of China.

Belle nodded with satisfaction, and felt that it was necessary to go online to buy a pair of military-style boots and a playful woolen top hat to match this outfit.

Feng Qu spoke abruptly: "Do you have boils or hemorrhoids on your buttocks? It hurts when you sit, doesn't it? Walking around shaking what! I'm dazzled by shaking!"

Bei Le was depressed, so he had to sit down and find something to say: "Where are those two?"

"Jiang Zhaowei went to buy a package, and Chen Yue went in to deliver goods to customers in the city."

Belle was a little dissatisfied, "Why do you let him deliver goods to show his face? It simply destroys the elegant and noble image of King's Altar!"

As an employee, Feng Qu was annoyed: "Didn't you see that I'm busy? Why don't you send it yourself because you wear such coquettish clothes every day?"

As the boss, Belle was depressed: "..."

Feng Qu continued to work on his own business, and Bei Le quietly looked through the catalogs just sent by several merchants and import and export companies. There are very few Q clay figures..."

Feng Qu spoke up: "I saw it, there are several lolitas in a set, and the price is reasonable. Let's buy some next month, Chen Yuejin is very good at this one."

"You defrauded him of all his money at the beginning of each month, so that he had to rely on you for the whole month. Isn't this satisfying his desire for monopoly?" Belle unceremoniously exposed his plot.

Feng Qu shrugged, "If you don't lie to him with these things, his money will also be cheated by the owner of the lottery shop."

"What do you like about him?" Belle couldn't understand it: "Please explain it to me!"

Feng Qu was silent.

Bei Le became interested in flirting, and leaned over to pinch his chin: "You dumped me and Xiao Ming one after another, I thought you had a high vision, and then you secretly fell in love with a sissy who is not handsome and tasteless. Want to give me a reason?"

Feng Qu turned his head: "Boss, you were not so careless before."

"It's boring." Belle sneered: "Look, there is no one now, you won't die if you tell me, I promise not to tell others."

Feng Qu lit a cigarette, and said coldly in the smog: "No matter how handsome you are, it has nothing to do with me. I can't climax just looking at a daffodil in my life."

"Hey!" Belle was irritated, "What do you mean? Did I treat you badly in bed? When did you not feel good?"

Feng Qu was extremely calm: "This is just a metaphor."

Belle said decisively: "This metaphor is unreliable, I don't accept it."

"You don't accept that it's none of my business?" Feng Qu calmly turned his gaze back to the display screen, and continued to get busy.

Belle felt stubborn, and suddenly unplugged the computer: "I'm the boss, I told you not to do it, why are you working so hard? I want you to give me a reason today!"

Feng Qu did a self-reflection as quickly as possible, and felt that he had to correct his vicious speech and shouldn't hurt Narcissus's delicate self-esteem. After all, Narcissus had always treated him well.Recalling the opening of this store, the two of them were having a hot fight. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he went to the store to help out. Not long after, other employees were recruited, so they had to sneak around. taste.As for the breakup, he didn't feel that he was sorry for anyone. He said it was a joke early in the morning, but he got tired of it first, so he waved his hand and said goodbye.If you really want to find out the reasons, there is no doubt that the biggest reason is that he can't bear the level of narcissism that is close to mental illness of Bai Le-but they are not friends with benefits, but they are still friends, and this reason hurts feelings.

Helpless, Feng Qu smoked a cigarette without saying a word, and said nonsense in pain: "You are too perfect, I am not handsome and tasteless, my behavior is not elegant and my speech is vulgar, getting along with you often lowers your grade, yes Having sex in the mirror also spoils my sense of beauty because I am too ordinary, so I feel that I am unworthy, often have insomnia, dreamy dreams, low self-esteem and suspicion, I still find it easier to find an ordinary person..."

"Why didn't you tell me before? How stupid!" Bei Le softened instantly, touched his head sadly, and sighed: "You and Chen Yuejin will be happy!"

Feng Qu complained silently: Pooh!

When Jiang Zhaowei bought the set meal and came back, the waiter shouted in a loud voice: "Thai-style pork ribs rice! Whose?"

Feng Qu stretched out his hand: "Me."

Jiang Zhaowei handed him a box of set meals, and asked: "Zhajiang noodles! Whose?"

Feng Qu also took it over: "Damn sissy, he's delivered the goods."

"Boss, your... Huh?" Jiang Zhaowei poked Feng Qu with his chopsticks: "Where is Lord Baylor?"

Feng Qu took it for granted, "Let's eat roses in the backyard."

Sure enough, he talked about the past with Feng Qu, which made Bei Le feel sad. Sitting alone in the backyard, he held a mirror and looked sad: God is so unfair. Feeling great pressure, they left me one after another...

He bit a rose petal, his eyes were moist: I am not very demanding, although none of my former partners are worthy of me, but I never care about it, and I am sincere to them, but still can't stop them from feeling ashamed ...Could it be? ! !Am I going to be like this blooming rose, beautiful and withering alone?How lonely!

He looked up at the vast sky at a 45-degree angle, and complained silently: Old!sky!ah……

"Boss, your offal soup and urine balls." Jiang Zhaowei appeared at some point, interrupting his reverie.

Bei Le didn't need to be overly emotional, turned his head and put the soup on the stone table, and broke the disposable chopsticks while teaching: "This is the style beef offal soup and dreamy meatballs. How can such a good food lose its beauty when you call it ?”

Jiang Zhaowei smirked, sat down beside him, and opened his own Yangzhou fried rice, "Boss, I'll eat with you."

Belle slurped the beef offal soup with no appetite, "Do you want the cheapest one?"

"I just remitted money to my mother, but I have no money." Jiang Zhaowei spread his hands.

Bei Le thought of the dream talk he had said, and suddenly felt sad, scooped up a few boiled meatballs for him, "I'll take care of your food."

Jiang Zhaowei's ears trembled.

Belle made a silent gesture: "Shh, don't tell them, or everyone will compare with you, how can I have so much spare money to feed a nest of men?"

Jiang Zhaowei dropped his chopsticks and hugged him: "Boss, why are you the best to me?"

"Because you are the youngest." Belle without thinking.

"I'm twenty." Jiang Zhaowei looked at him with wet eyes.

"Twenty is young, how many years younger than my sister..." For some reason, Bei Le met Jiang Zhaowei's eyes, and the absurd affair of that night flashed through his mind, and suddenly popped up from his stomach It was hot, and he hurriedly knocked off his dishonest claws and broke free, pretending to be calm and find an excuse: "It's so hot, don't talk about it, you... go to the refrigerator to get two bottles of beer."

Jiang Zhaowei went back to the small hall to get beer as promised, saw Chen Yuejin coming back with the delivery, and brought Feng Qu a string of mutton skewers.He complained sourly to his good brother: "I want to eat meat too."

Chen Yuejin picked out the meat residue in the noodles with fried sauce: "Eat it."

Jiang Zhaowei glanced at Feng Qu: "Mutton skewers, I want too! You are so stingy, why only bring one skewer?"

"Pull it down!" Chen Yuejin snorted and filled his mouth with the meat he picked out, "I want to go out and buy it by myself~ I only have three yuan on me."

"Damn... poorer than me." Jiang Zhaowei didn't know what to do, grabbed the beer and left.

Feng Qu ate a few mouthfuls of mutton skewers and asked, "Is it really only three yuan for the whole body?"

Chen Yuejin devoured the noodles with fried sauce, and emptied his pockets, "Here."

"Have you eaten by yourself?" Feng Qu looked at him with his chin propped up.

"No." Chen Yuejin ate up the noodles, "You leave me two."

"It's gone." Feng Qu bit the last piece of mutton skewer, dropped the bamboo stick, leaned towards him, and said vaguely, "Well, it's in my mouth, come and eat it."

Chen Yuejin didn't even think about it, poked his head, pouted his mouth, rolled his tongue, fished the mutton into his mouth and chewed it a few times, then he was stunned: "Ah..."

Feng Qu was expressionless, unable to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

Chen Yuejin took out a bunch of paper towels and wiped Feng Qu's mouth: "Oh! Cricket! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to rub your mouth oily, wipe, wipe..."

As if nothing had happened, Feng Qu packed the fast food box and threw it into the trash can, then sat back to work in front of the computer.

Chen Yuejin circled around him in a panic: "Cricket, are you angry?"

"No."

"Really?" Chen Yuejin watched Feng Qu's face anxiously.

"No."

"Really?" Chen Yuejin bit the corner of his clothes with tears in his eyes.

Feng Quyan succinctly threw out a sentence: "If you ask me again, I will get angry, get out."

Chen Yuejin rolled out of his sight neatly.

Feng Qu's teeth itch with hatred: Trash!It's so troublesome for me to lie to him for a kiss, wouldn't it kill him to lie to him for a kiss?

What Li Wudi sent to Yuan Mingqing was not an ordinary VIP ticket. This row of VIP seats was the closest to the stage, separated from the ordinary seats by a certain distance, and there were staff guarding them.Yuan Mingqing found a seat and sat down, surrounded by celebrities from all walks of life who came to join him, including many stars in the entertainment industry, all of them glamorous and fragrant.

If it was Jiang Zhaowei and Chen Yuejin, they would have already jumped up and down asking for autographs on such occasions, but who were Yuan Mingqing?He is a supercilious and calm emperor, how could he do such a bad thing?Amidst the polite, hypocritical, and right-handed greetings of the celebrities, he calmly took out a big meat bun he bought on the road, calmly ignored the surprised eyes of others, and calmly ate it slowly.

After eating the buns, he checked the time. There were still ten minutes before the concert started. Yuan Mingqing glanced at the female star on the left, and found that she was a big-name singer who had a sister-brother affair with Slop not long ago.

Calmly jealous, Emperor Tan Ding bent down and pretended to look for something on the ground. While no one was looking, he lifted up the female star's cumbersome floor-sweeping dress and wiped the oil stains on his hands.

After wiping his hands, Yuan Mingqing sat up straight, and suddenly realized that there was an extra person on his right hand, which had been empty all along. He turned his head and glanced casually, his calm expression finally couldn't hold back!The blond vase man next to him is Luo Mosheng, a film and television idol star who has become popular in the past two years. Before he became popular, he was a beer salesman. rival.

The two confronted coldly for a moment, Luo Mosheng took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of mean and indifferent Danfeng eyes, "Why are you here?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Yuan Mingqing didn't get along with him, and they would inevitably fight each other when they met.

Luo Mosheng raised his eyebrows proudly: "The tickets for this kind of seats are not for sale, how can you get them?"

"Fuck you?" Yuan Mingqing didn't want to ruin his good mood by talking nonsense with him.

The veins on the irritable Luo's forehead twitched, and his fist was about to move. Considering that his status is different now, he finally endured it, and asked in a muffled voice, "How has Bei Le been these two years?"

Yuan Mingqing still said the same thing: "What the hell are you doing?"

Well, the words are not speculative, and the irritable Luo stopped talking nonsense, and sat upright and looked towards the stage.