Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

The character information suddenly appeared in Qiu Luo's mind:

Guan Ling, the protagonist of Chuan Shuwen Gong, the 28-year-old popular three-gold actor, his parents died since childhood, his personality is aloof and indifferent, he has always looked down on those wealthy young masters who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths, and have no knowledge and skills. He repeatedly refused to show his love, and then changed his mind, starting the long road of chasing his wife to the crematorium.

Qiu Luodun stayed where he was, and was at a loss for words for a while.

If he remembered correctly, Guan Ling and the book wearer were filming a movie, and they were still partners. If the guy who said that the book wearer knew of his existence, it would be even more difficult to regain his body.

Qiu Luo pursed her lips, her cheek muscles tensed slightly, and answered yes and no, no and no.

This is embarrassing.

Seeing that he was silent, Guan Ling frowned when he thought of the second young master of the Qiu family who had been approaching him frequently, both openly and secretly.

When he first took over the film, he just felt that the role fit his liking, and because the schedule happened to be vacant, the management offered a sky-high salary that was hard to refuse.

After signing the contract, I found out that the film was actually filmed by the sponsor to please the young master of the Qiu family, and he was specially invited to carry the palanquin for the wealthy young master.

In line with good professional ethics, Guan Ling still takes the role and the script seriously. However, this Qiuer Shao is really not a qualified actor. He has worked with the crew so far, and he can't do his job well every day. He can't do his best in martial arts. If you want to call a stand-in, you either go around showing off your wealth to others, or you find excuses to get close to yourself.

Guan Ling was really too lazy to talk to him.

Didn't expect the other party to chase him to the gallery?

Guan Ling frowned and stared at the young man in front of him. It was really unbelievable that the person who stepped forward swiftly and braved the fire without hesitation to get back the painting for him was actually the same person as that dude?

He lowered his face: "How do you know I'm here? Could it be that you are following me? Please focus on your job as an actor, except for the crew, I hope you will stop looking for me in private."

Sure enough, it was another good thing done by the book walker, Qiu Luo choked his breath: "I didn't follow you, I don't even know you! I came to see the painting!"

Guan Ling was taken aback, and looked at Qiu Luo repeatedly, trying to find a little bit of evidence from him to prove that his guess was wrong.

But these two people look too much alike, almost exactly the same.

With a little expectation of admitting the wrong person, he tentatively asked: "Aren't you Qiu Luo?"

Qiu Luo didn't answer directly, but frowned: "I'm not the person you said."

Hearing the denial, Guan Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and inexplicably mentioned a little bit of joy. Apart from their looks, the two people were very different in temperament, and they really didn't look like the same person.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Qiu Luo said casually, "Call me Ah Qiu."

He thought for a while, and said seriously: "Please don't tell others about me."

Guan Ling vaguely guessed, could it be twins?Thinking of the messy grievances and entanglements of the wealthy family, he nodded and agreed.

Qiu Luo was a little anxious, and looked at him eagerly: "Can you draw this picture for me?"

Seeing his eyes full of anticipation for his paintings, Guan Ling couldn't help but curl his mouth a little: "Of course, as long as you don't dislike it."

It was the first time he met someone who genuinely appreciated his paintings.

The gallery has complete fire-fighting facilities, and when the fire started, it was extinguished in a timely manner. Except for some paintings at the entrance that were burned, most of the paintings and furnishings in the interior were safe. The boss was grateful to the two people who helped, and tidied up a small space in the gallery to paint for them.

With her back to the gallery window, Qiu Luo took off her coat indifferently, revealing her tough upper body. Under the warm yellow light, her warm white skin was delicate and well-textured, and her thin muscles undulated into smooth lines with her breathing.

The handsome face has a leisurely and warm smile, deep eye sockets, and a straight nose. The three-dimensional butterfly shadow is illuminated by the warm lamp, and the whole person is like a carefully carved sculpture.

Guan Ling froze in place for a long while, unable to move his gaze away. The hand hanging by his side was holding the paintbrush, his palm was itchy, and his chest was hot. It shows the temperament and charm of youth.

"Can we start?" Qiu Luo raised her hand and waved in front of his eyes, "I'm in a hurry."

Guan Ling came back to his senses, lowered his head and straightened his brushes to hide the flickering eyes: "Are you sure you want to draw like this?"

Qiu Luo nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I must print this painting on my body."

Guan Ling took a deep breath, and a secret joy rose from the depths of his heart: "Then I will start."

The paints and pens in the gallery are all ready-made. He picks up the pen, dips the soft brush in the paint, and falls on the young man's skin stroke by stroke, ranging from light to deep blue to gold in full bloom in the morning glow.

Guan Ling carefully traced the texture of the young man's skin, focusing and carefully as if treating a treasure handicraft...

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At sunset, Lin Jinran's business negotiations finally declared victory after a long and exhausting tug-of-war.

Accompanied by Secretary Chen and several bodyguards, he took the special elevator down, and as soon as he got out, he was anxious to confirm that Qiu Luo was still in the car.

Unexpectedly, what was waiting was the driver who complained in a panic that he had been robbed, and both his clothes and wallet were missing.

Lin Jinran's expression changed: "Where's the cat?"

The driver faltered: "I've searched everywhere, but I can't find it..."

Lin Jinran's heart sank suddenly, as if his heart was pinched tightly by something, he choked his breath in his chest, and began to cough violently, until his face turned livid, and he almost coughed out his dirty lungs.

Secretary Chen supported him nervously: "President Lin, don't worry, I'll send someone to look for it right away. The black cat is very smart, and it will definitely be fine."

With sharp eyes, he saw the cat toy electronic dictionary in the back seat of the car, and frowned, he took it out: "Why is this dictionary in the car?"

"I played it, give it to me." Lin Jinran fumbled eagerly for the electronic dictionary, pressed the play button, and the tablet's electronic voice clearly spit out the word "painting".

Secretary Chen was no stranger to the cat's supernatural powers. He searched around, and his eyes lit up: "Boss Lin, there is a gallery not far away."

Lin Jinran calmed down a little, frowned and said, "Help me there."

Just as a group of people walked towards the gallery, Guan Ling's body painting had come to an end.

The setting sun shone in through the glass windows of the gallery and slanted down on Qiu Luo's bare shoulders, coating his whole body with a layer of warm orange gold.

When the brush brushed her waist and abdomen, Qiu Luo was really itchy, trying her best to endure the smile and contraction of her abdominal muscles: "Haven't you finished painting yet?"

As soon as he moved, Guan Ling made a wrong stroke, and immediately wiped it off with his fingers, and couldn't help but hold the young man's waist with his other hand: "Don't move around."

When the figures of the two were almost overlapping, Lin Jinran happened to walk to the entrance of the gallery.

In his dark field of vision, Qiu Luo's figure shone like a bright lamp at night, even though there was only one figure from the back, he could be seen at a glance!

What is Qiuluo doing?Why don't you have any clothes on!

Lin Jinran's face sank like water, and he ordered everyone else to turn around in a deep voice. Secretary Chen and the bodyguards didn't know why, but they still obeyed and turned around obediently.

Lin Jinran took the cane from Secretary Chen and walked into the gallery step by step.

Before she could speak, another strange male voice suddenly came from beside Qiu Luo: "Do you like it?"

Lin Jinran stopped abruptly.

Qiu Luo looked very happy, and her voice was brisk: "Well, I like it very much! You are amazing! Can I come to you next time? But can you stop touching my waist..." It's too itchy!

Lin Jinran's face was expressionless, and the eyes watching Qiu Luo's back were extremely dark, covered with a thick layer of haze, and no light could penetrate.

His fingers holding the blind stick tightened suddenly, the phalanges protruded and turned white, and an indescribable anger surged in his heart, burning from his throat to his eyes.

For a moment, he almost felt his ears ringing, and unprecedented fear swept over him, as if he was about to lose his most precious treasure.

He suddenly realized one thing, there is only Aqiu in his world, and there is nothing but barrenness left besides him, but what about Aqiu?

In his rich and colorful world, can there still be many others?Are you just one of them?

If one day, he will fall in love with someone...

An extremely gloomy dark red appeared in Lin Jinran's eyes, and a thought that he had never had before suddenly crazily grew in his heart.

It would be great if Ah Qiu could only see himself...

Lin Jinran's expression became extremely calm. He walked steadily and slowly towards Qiu Luo step by step, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and put it on the young man's shoulders from behind.

Qiu Luo was taken aback, like a thief who had been caught for doing something bad, she grabbed the skirt of her clothes to cover the painting on her chest: "Lin..."

He wanted to surprise Lin Jinran, but why did he become frightened?

Lin Jinran strangled the young man's wrist with all his strength, and almost made fingerprints. His voice was hoarse, so deep that it made people panic: "Follow me."

Guan Ling frowned and looked at this unexpected visitor. His hostile look and overbearing aura made him subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

"Wait!" Guan Ling raised his hand in front of Lin Jinran, "Who are you? Why didn't you ask him if he would like to go with you?"

Lin Jinran laughed back angrily. With a lift of his cane, he slammed Guan Ling's arm away. Following the sound, he turned around and approached him. The sharp end of the cane stabbed towards Guan Ling, barely touching his neck. Live behind the glass window.

Lin Jinran leaned close to Guan Ling's ear, and said coldly, "Don't touch my people. It doesn't matter who you are."

Qiu Luo didn't expect the man's reaction to be so extreme, he came back to his senses, and quickly grabbed Lin Jinran: "Let's go back, it's not what you think!"

Lin Jinran's dark pupils moved, and slowly turned to Qiu Luo.

The young man hugged him and whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry, I didn't run around on purpose, I was just waiting for you to pick me up and go home."

I don't know which word touched Lin Jinran, his pupils dilated slightly, and his tense cheeks relaxed a little, but his face was still unsightly, and the five fingers holding the young man's wrist tightened tightly.

He suddenly felt that he was ridiculous. He was so jealous that he wanted to go crazy, but he was easily soothed by the other party's words.

Qiu Luo put on the sunglasses and peaked cap again, wrapped herself tightly, then took Lin Jinran's arm and walked out, and the man leaned against his arms with all his strength.

Guan Ling frowned, wanting to say something else, Qiu Luo turned her head and winked at him, waved her hand, and silently thanked him and said goodbye.

After getting into Lin Jinran's black Bentley, Qiu Luo suddenly remembered that he hadn't paid the money yet!

Just as he was hesitating whether to get out of the car, a huge force from his side suddenly pushed him against the car door, and there was a muffled sound behind him.

Before Qiu Luo could speak, two cold lips had already pressed against him, eagerly biting the corners of his lips.

The scorching breath intertwined and rose in the narrow gap. The man pressed his shoulders, held his neck with one hand, and frantically plundered every inch of land in his mouth, breathing became superfluous.

A moist, lingering deep kiss.