Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Yao is gone.

Where he stood, there was only a puddle of melted ice cream and crushed cones, not even a strand of hair.

Pei Xinan watched him go out happily, and then never came back.

There is only a segment of Ruan Yao standing under a tree answering the phone in the monitoring of the community, and the rest is a meaningless snowflake.The property owner wiped his sweat and apologized to the young singer, saying that the monitor was broken by accident.

Just take a look at Pei Xinan to understand what happened.

Pei Xinan squatted on the ground silently, her thin lips were tightly pressed into a sharp line, and her dark eyes stared gloomily at the melting milky white marks.

From the time when the sun was high until it was dusk, Pei Xinan finally stood up, her already paralyzed legs felt like needle pricks, and the wound on her arm seemed to be about to open again.

He had to snatch Ruan Yao back.

Pei Xinan, who stared at the ice cream for a long time, finally thought so.

Ruan Yao, who was cared about by others, was lying groggy at this moment in a room filled with darkness.

Heavy velvet curtains obscured the view from the window, not even a glimmer of light could penetrate.The gate is locked all day long, and people only come in when the food is delivered.

The room was pitch black, except for the soft big bed under him and the warm metal handcuffs covering his limbs, he couldn't feel anything.

It seemed to be floating in a piece of silent air, with no boundaries around, except for the soft bed under him, he could no longer touch any entity.Unable to perceive the passage of time, deprived of both vision and hearing, and even doubting whether he is alive, the absolute darkness and silence are so depressing that one's spirit trembles, enough to drive one crazy.

The brass door lock was gently turned open.

A ray of clear light falls in a room where the sound of pindrops can be heard.

The red pine door was only opened a little, and the faint light instantly illuminated the bed in the center of the room. Between the soft black mattress, one could see a snow-white slender calf, with pale pink toes curled up like buds, and the fine porcelain A metal chain as thick as a little finger was wrapped around his ankle, like vines that kept climbing and growing so that the boy could not move.

The movement of the man's locks was also elegant and slow. He looked down at the sleepy teenager, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

During the few days when Ruan Yao was imprisoned in the small black room, she applied for body trusteeship from the system. No matter how oppressive the environment was, Ruan Yao, the villain with a thumb, was able to get away with playing games with the system in duo in the ocean of consciousness.

When the system flashed a small red light to tell Ruan Yao that Sheng Yirong was coming, Ruan Yao even sighed regretfully.

It is not impossible to shut down for a few more days.

The mattress around him was slightly sunken, and the man sat directly beside Ruan Yao.

It is the distance that can completely confine a person in his arms by reaching out his hand.

Being locked in the darkness for three consecutive days, the boy's nerves were already extremely sensitive. Almost the moment the man sat down, the body hidden in the thin quilt trembled involuntarily.

The man stretched out a hand, and gently traced the delicate outline that made countless people fall madly.His fingers were warm, and there was a layer of rough calluses on the pads of his fingers.

Ruan Yao's already thin skin was stained with red marks after being rubbed, but he seemed to be terrified, not only did not hide, but tremblingly, he faced the man's fingertips with his face.

He's been locked up for too long, and at this time, just a little movement can make him have infinite desire, whether it's pain or caress, as long as he knows that he is still alive.

You can do anything to him, as long as it can give him a sense of security and let him know that he still exists.

What is this, Stockholm?

It's embarrassing enough.

But the boy who had been imprisoned for a long time couldn't bear it anymore.

The moment the man pulled his fingers away, he let out a small animal-like whine from his throat: "Don't go."

Thin white fingers wrinkled the cuffs of the man's suit in panic, the amber pupils of the young man were filled with a more strange color of water in the darkness, mottled stars in the depths of the pupils captured the soul of the person who looked at him.

Sheng Yirong paused slightly.

The young man's voice was also thin and weak, with a bit of broken crying, begging the man "don't go" one after another.

The man just stretched out his hand and tucked his messy sideburns to the frosty white ears. The magnetic and elegant bass seemed to be able to echo in the empty room. The content was cruel and cruel: "I said, don't cry, crying is right for me. Most ineffective weapon."

"Bad kids need to be taught a lesson, so they will have a long memory next time."

The ends of the eyes drawn with ink pens were tinged with a charming crimson color, and the eye sockets were filled with tears, and she tried not to let them fall.

Trembling and reckless, he grabbed the man's sleeve, his posture was pitiful like a wandering deer, his round eyes were like amber of exquisite quality, and his heart was soaked limp just looking at it.

"I was wrong." He apologized sincerely, although he didn't know where he was wrong.

He hugged the man with broad shoulders flatteringly, his thin pointed chin leaned on the man's shoulder obediently, and the chain on his wrist jingled and rattled.

"I'll be yours forever." His eyes were shattered, and his words were affectionate and touching.

He clearly knows that he is lying, but there are always people who will throw moths into the flames for a lie without hesitation.

The man's voice was laughing, but his fingertips were cold.

"Bad boy."

"Do you think it's so easy to let you go?"

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"This is the upcoming magazine of "Grey Blue". Send us the samples and negatives over there for us to check first." Qin Shuang hurriedly handed Pei Xinan a magazine wrapped in kraft paper.

"If there is no problem, it will be released next week."

Pei Xinan took the brown paper bag without saying a word, and suddenly recalled the light kiss that Ruan Yao planted on his lips.

Qin Shuang frowned and stared at Pei Xinan's arm: "Is your injury better? It's best to go to the hospital to see if there are any scars left."

"I am fine."

Pei Xinan pulled out the magazines in the paper bag, his face suddenly changed.

It's obvious that the two of them took photos together, but there is no Ruan Yao's face in every photo.

In the later stage, the stunningly gorgeous face is always cut off "just right" or covered up with clouds or other special effects, without even giving the slightest chance to show it.

Pei Xinan carefully searched the corners of every page, but couldn't even find Ruan Yao's name.

He seemed to be shielded by an invisible force, leaving only stigma and dirty water in the entertainment industry.

Qin Shuang seemed to be indifferent as expected: "I said it's best not to get involved with him, we can't afford to mess with him."

"Can't afford it?" Pei Xinan sneered, "I want to see how awesome this old thing is."

Qin Shuang's face changed, and he scolded in a low voice: "Do you know what you are talking about!"

She confirmed that there was no one else around, and pulled him into a corner with an urgent tone: "I told you that angering Sheng Yirong has no good fruit for us, and when you make trouble yourself, the whole company will suffer with you! "

"Do you know how long he has been with Sheng Yirong? Everyone knows that he is Sheng Yirong's rebel. It would be too long for you to touch him!"

He stood by the window, lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the camphor tree, which looked listless under the scorching sun. The heavy magazine in his hand was thrown on the table, and he licked it slowly with the tip of his tongue on the back molars. .

"I won't bother you."

But Ruan Yao has to be his, after all, he has kissed her before.

Pei Xinan had never thought that she would fall in love with someone of the same sex before, but it felt good.

A fiery red sports car was parked under the K Club building, and the flamboyant color attracted the attention of all passers-by.

A foot on a sharp high-heeled shoe protruded from the car door, and a woman with brown curly hair wearing a pair of large sunglasses swayed into the gate of K agency.

"Damn it, when did K agency have such an attractive beauty, just signed?"

"Fart, the newly signed trainee who has such an awesome aura."

The two employees stared dumbfounded at the woman in a long skirt walking straight to the front desk stepping on ten-inch high heels, her brown eyes under the sunglasses showed a charming smile: "Call me Pei Xinan, I have something to do with him."

"What are you doing here?"

Qiao Xinyan propped her face lazily, and looked at Pei Xinan with winking eyes: "Isn't this because you are afraid that you will forget the agreement between us?"

She smiled and looked at the indifferent young man: "Your manager must have told you what kind of person Sheng Yirong is, and it's not easy to deal with him."

"I said a long time ago that if you fall in love with him, you will regret it. Before you fall in love, there is still time to smoke." Qiao Xinyan lit a cigarette and lazily held it between her fingers.

She looked at the young man's angry eyebrows, and said with interest: "It seems that I am too late."

A USB flash drive silently slid from the fingertips of the woman's scarlet nails to Pei Xinan's face: "I will pay back the Pei family's favor, but I advise you to think twice, the things inside are not something that a starlet who can only sing can move." .”

"It depends on whether you are Pei Xinan." Her malicious smile gradually widened, "It's still Young Master Pei."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Pei Xinan's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

When Pei Xinan saw the phone screen, his complexion changed quickly, and his frost-covered eyebrows and eyes could even see a bit of gentleness like a spring breeze blowing on his face, but he still wanted to hold up his face, and said in a stiff tone: "Hey, I thought you took the opportunity to run away Woolen cloth."

Ruan Yao's faint, inaudible cough came from inside, as if she had been choked, Pei Xinan could inexplicably imagine the appearance of her frosty face dyed crimson, and her fingers unconsciously clenched.

"I didn't run away." He was very aggrieved, his voice was hoarse and his tone was erratic, "I just... suddenly have something urgent."

What is Ruan Yao doing now, why does her voice sound like she has been crying.

The rare gentleness on Pei Xinan's eyebrows cooled down bit by bit.

Suddenly a crazy plan took shape in his mind.

He glanced at Qiao Xinyan, his pupils were dark, and his lips were slightly curved: "My friend has an important event recently, I wonder if you would like to come..."

Before he finished speaking, he said softly, "Okay, I will come."

Pei Xinan lowered his eyelashes to cover the darkness in his eyes, Sheng Yirong wanted to hide Ruan Yao, but he refused to let him hide.

Qiao Xinyan stood up and extinguished the lady's cigarette between her fingers, and said with a smile: "The harder you fight, the happier I am."

"It's best if both sides lose."

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