Dressed as a substitute lover of a wealthy old man

The man was around thirty, and the words "I'm very interested in you" were clearly written on his face and tone. Tong Yuan raised his eyebrows and pushed a glass of bitter wine over.

The man picked it up and drank it down, his expression after swallowing was extremely delicate.

"Like it?"

"……like."

Tong Yuan smiled, and made him another glass of wine: "Just kidding, let me treat you."

"Thank you."

The man reservedly took out his handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth: "I'm your fan."

"Then you are late," Tong Yuan pointed to the empty bar, "It's already gone."

"Maybe I did it on purpose?"

Tong Yuan shrugged and looked at him with a half-smile: "Then you have successfully caught my attention."

The man's slightly astonished eyes did not escape Tong Yuan's eyes: "What?"

"You are not what I imagined."

"Fans will beautify their idols, and you can't be exempt."

Tong Yuan tidied up the wine glasses on the bar, took a glass of lemonade and walked out to sit next to the man.

The man's shoulders are flat and his chest is broad, and there is a refined elegance in his gestures and gestures. When looking at him, he twists his body slightly, and his clothes outline a thin waistline.

Intuitively, Tong Yuan concluded that this person should be regarded as a colleague to some extent, and his purpose was not pure.

From the moment he sat down, the man turned his head to look at him, his long and narrow eyes narrowed into a line, with a slightly drunken light red at the end of his eyes, which looked quite seductive.

"Would you like a drink?"

The amber liquid swirled twice in the translucent wine glass, hanging crystal clear on the wall of the glass. Tong Yuan glanced at it, and raised the faint lemonade to signal: "This is very good."

"Ok."

The other party smiled regretfully, and suddenly approached him, took out his phone, framed the two of them together and took a photo.

The man lowered his eyes and looked carefully at the newly taken photo. The broken hair from his sideburns fell down, leaving a small shadow on his face: "How many people do you think will envy me if I send this photo out?"

"No one will envy you, because many people have taken pictures today."

"But I'm the only one who took a group photo, didn't I?" The man suddenly smiled, and shook his phone successfully, "I watched it for a long time, and no one took such a group photo, no use of a selfie stick."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down. Finally, he put the glass back on the bar and tapped the cup holder lightly: "Can I have another glass?"

"I'm off work." Tong Yuan spread his hands and said regretfully.

"Then do I have the honor to send you home?"

"You?" Tong Yuan glanced at the intoxicated man, and followed his words, "It's not too bad if I send you off."

"Okay." A smile appeared on the man's face, and he lowered his head and smiled, "It's an honor."

After finishing speaking, he raised his arm and stretched it out in front of him. As soon as he released his clenched hand, a car key hung down.

……

"Luxiyuan, if you don't know the way, you can navigate." The man leaned on the co-pilot, half-closed his eyes and turned to look at him, "I'm drunk."

"Where are you talking?"

"Luxi Garden."

Tong Yuan didn't believe that there would be such a coincidence in the world. He glanced at the man with closed eyes and rested his mind from the rearview mirror, and started the car calmly.

Four or ten minutes later, the car drove into a familiar neighborhood, and Tong Yuan followed the man's instructions and parked the car in the underground garage.

The man's residence and the place where he lived almost crossed the diagonal line of the entire community, and there was almost no possibility of encountering it in normal times.

He got out from the driver's side, locked the car and threw the key back to the man opposite.

The man picked it up, lying on the roof of the car and inviting him: "According to international practice, I should invite you to sit up now."

"I think it's only fair that you should tell me your name first, after all now you know who I am, but I don't know you very well."

"I was negligent," the man smiled, took out a business card, walked around and handed it to him, "Yao Bin."

"Can I go up and sit down now?"

Facing the invitation sent by the other party again, Tong Yuan hooked the corners of his mouth, and shook his business card at him: "If I think about it someday, I will contact you, let's go."

"But it's getting late!"

"Don't bother."

Tong Yuan ignored the persuasion behind him, and waved his hand without looking back.

It took only 10 minutes to get back to his residence from Yao Bin, Tong Yuan took a bath and checked Weibo to pass the time.The name Qiao Ning was almost all over the screen, and even Pei Xiangyu was not spared.After Qiao Ning, it was also analyzed in detail by interested people. Compared with Qiao Ning being stripped clean, when it came to Pei Xiangyu's side, the behind-the-scenes promoters were obviously afraid. They only talked about the industrial empire under Pei Xiangyu's hands, emphatically A "trench" character is highlighted.

To sum it up in one sentence, everyone's food, clothing, housing, transportation, food and drink are all related to him, and they have been sending him money almost from the moment they opened their eyes.

Tong Yuan gave a "tsk", expressing that he was ashamed.

After soaking until the bath water was slightly cool, I got up and took a hot bath, but I still didn't feel sleepy.Tong Yuan simply turned on the projector, found a movie and put it on, then wandered around the room again, took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and came out to wake up.

Everything is ready, he thought for a while, in order to prevent drunkenness from getting lost here, he simply hugged the quilt from the bed and nestled comfortably.

-

There was a faint light from the sky, and there was no sense of existence in the brightly lit office.

Affected by public opinion, the stock of Yaopei Group fell several times in a day, and the whole company was shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere.

"You still can't hold it down?" Pei Xiangyu frowned, knocking on the table unconsciously with the end of his pen.

Chen Yi'an, who had a dignified expression like his, sat across from him, holding his notebook and typing non-stop: "I can't hold it down, Master Xiao Qiao's enthusiasm is very high, and he is consciously rhythmic, so it's not easy to handle."

"Where is Qiao Ning?"

"Meimei has been following, and the impact is quite big. The impact of the explosion with Ye Zixuan last time has not passed, and now it is catching up with this one, so it is not easy."

"Tell her not to make a sound yet, and our explanation shall prevail."

"Well, I already told her."

"Thank you for your hard work." Pei Xiangyu stood up, "Let's deal with it according to the current plan. Go back and rest today, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll call the driver over."

"No, I'm going back to Luxi Garden, which is relatively close. Let him pick me up there tomorrow morning."

"It's almost morning." Chen Yi'an looked at his watch and reminded him aloud.

Pei Xiangyu was stunned for a rare moment: "Then it's noon."

"it is good."

It took only 10 minutes to drive from the company to Luxi Garden. Pei Xiangyu took a taxi back. The car was parked outside the community, which was much harder than walking.

The sky was already pale, and the early morning wind made his mind clearer. He rubbed his brows and got on the elevator.

The warm yellow light in the room flickered on and off, and there was unexpected popularity in the room that was thought to be empty.

He loosened his tie and let out a long breath. Only now did his heart, which had been tensed all day, show signs of relaxing.

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