The Man Who Was the Villain [Transmigration Book]

"Ok?"

Fan Qing rubbed his slightly swollen forehead in surprise.

"You recognize me?"

The boy was taken aback.

He subconsciously blurted out.

"Is there anyone in the company who doesn't recognize you, Broker Fan?"

Ok?

Fan Qing was very interested.

"Why didn't I know that I was so famous?"

Although there have been several hot searches, aren't these artists newly signed by the company?

When did he become so famous that even new artists knew him?

and……

Fanqing glanced at the child's expression, and his tone was affirmative.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Then he witnessed the petrified look of the child in front of him.

It seems that when the wind blows, people can just disperse like this.

interesting.

but……

He didn't care about these points at all.

Fan Qing knocked on the door, motioning for the other party to recover.

"If I remember correctly, there are rules in the company dormitory."

He tapped the white jade-like earlobes.

"It's too loud, it's so late, it's somewhat affecting others."

Hearing this, the boy blushed a little.

"I, I see, I'll go and talk to them right now."

"Not urgent."

Fan Qing motioned him to look at the messy room again.

"Although it's still too early to say, if you have the opportunity to appear on a variety show in the future, and people see this mess when you enter the door, that's not okay."

The boy lowered his head in shame.

"...We don't have much time during the day."

He paused, then whispered again.

"I'll pay attention."

"That would be the best."

Fan Qing nodded in satisfaction.

He let out a breath, turned and walked away.

The boy watched him leave...

But it didn't quite leave.

The boy watched Fan Qing open the door next to them with dull eyes, and then opened the door to enter.

When Fan Qing opened the door, he found that the assistant was quite considerate.

The dorms had obviously been cleaned and there was a faint smell of freshener in the air.

Fan Qing tidied up briefly, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Too many things have happened recently and he is too tired. He has not had a good night's sleep for a long time after staying in the company for a few days.

late at night.

The Wanjia lights gradually went out one by one, but there were still bright lights.

Above the tall building on the 130th floor, a dim light flickered on and off, as if something had broken down.

A figure was pressed against the glass window, and the cold glass was mist by the hot body temperature, making the already hazy figure even more unclear.

"You are very obedient."

The man in a suit and leather shoes shook a red wine glass in his hand, and the glass was still filled with white liquid.

He took a sip lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"However, it's a little too greedy."

The person who was pressed against the glass window and made intermittent noises struggled.

Zhuo Yuan showed a dazed expression, his feminine expression was full of joy.

"I forgot, you can't speak now."

He snapped his fingers.

"Let him talk."

"Yes."

The tall and strong man nearly two meters tall, who had been pressing the person against the glass window with one hand, responded heavily.

With his other hand, he removed the obstruction from Jing Yuan's mouth, and said respectfully again.

"It's ready."

Zhuo Yuan nodded and stretched out his hand.

"Let me see something."

The strong man nodded, and then let go of the hand that had been holding Jing Yuan's waist.

Jing Yuan suddenly fell from the glass window.

The strong man ignored him, and just walked over respectfully and handed the wet mouth to Zhuo Yuan.

"... quite a lot."

Zhuo Yuan played with it for a while, casually threw it into the cup and shook it for a while.

"say."

Jing Yuan, who was paralyzed on the ground, twitched slightly, and it took him a while to speak slowly.

"Hey, it's just a little thing, to Mr. Zhuo, is that too much?"

Zhuo Yuan laughed lightly, and he stuffed the wine glass into the strong man's hand.

"I really don't think it's too much. For me, it's a drop in the bucket."

The shiny leather shoes approached Jing Yuan, Zhuo Yuan stretched out his hand and grasped the long glass stick precisely with his fingers.

He played with it a few times before he made sense.

"But I don't think you're worth the price, do you understand me?"

He pulled the glass rod back and forth, and the slender glass rod was gradually stained with a gleam of water.

"... Ho, ho."

Jing Yuan tightened his fingers behind his back, "Then what do you want?"

"What a smart kid."

Zhuo Yuan stood up slowly.

"I'm a person who likes novelty, so, do you understand?"

He casually followed the line at the end of the glass rod and slowly drew it.

The people on the ground curled up into a ball.

Holding the end of the glass rod in his hand, Zhuo Yuan gradually showed a disgusted expression.

"……boring."

but……

He walked up to the strong man and handed him the glass rod.

The strong man respectfully reached out to take it.

Zhuo Yuan approached him intimately, "Well, I want to play something new, do you understand?"

The strong man didn't say anything this time, but just nodded.

The light hit his huge head, and the flickering light flickered across his face—there was a pair of tightly closed eyes.

"You are still the best."

Zhuo Yuan nodded in satisfaction, then kicked the dead dog on the ground with his leather shoes.

"And you, you will be obedient, right?"

The people curled up in a ball on the ground waited for a long time before speaking weakly.

"I'm obedient, fresh, I understand, Zhuren."

A satisfied smile suddenly appeared on Zhuo Yuan's face.

"They're all good kids."

He scratched the brawny man's palm, and his breathing suddenly became short of breath.

"It's been a long time since I played with you, throw this thing out, we two have a good time."

The strong man stood up without making a sound, dragged Jing Yuan's calf with one hand and walked out.

Even though the room was covered with carpets, Jing Yuan was still beaten to pieces.

But his eyes were shining brightly.

Great, Zhuo Yuan, a pervert, finally got bored!

He got away!

As for that novelty?

Jing Yuan's eyes soon filled with resentment and calculation.

Isn't it freshness?

As long as Zhuo Yuan agrees to support him, just a few people, no matter how much Zhuo Yuan wants, he can send it.

Being dragged all the way out of the living room, Jing Yuan couldn't get up and still curled up on the ground.

Zhuo Yuan's soft laughter and other voices soon sounded from the closed door.

Thinking of this, Jing Yuan no longer had the nausea and disgust of guessing what Zhuo Yuan was doing for the first time.

He even began to show a little bit of joy.

Zhuo Yuan must think that his dog is very docile and obedient, right?

That's why he unscrupulously let him hear these voices that he shouldn't hear.

Jing Yuan sneered in his heart, and he quietly rubbed a certain spot on the carpet.

Sure enough, the man had already put things in.

Feeling some small extra thing, Jing Yuan took a slight breath, but his face was full of complacency.

Zhuo Yuan, Zhuo Yuan, do you think I'm your dog?

When I finish using you, you will be my dog.

Thinking of this, Jing Yuan breathed harder, and faintly reached an inexplicable harmony with the voice coming from the door.

It was rare for Fan Qing to have a good night's sleep.

As soon as he woke up, he looked at the hand that had already pointed to eight o'clock, and decided that it was rare for him to be lazy and skip his morning exercise.

After tidying up briefly, Fan Qing turned on the phone as usual.

He is used to collecting the latest useful news every day after waking up.

Turning on the phone at one o'clock, Weibo is full of news about Nie Luo.

#Nie Luo Studio Formally Established#

#Nie Luo New Album#

#Nie Luo New Drama#

Among the ten messages, one was about Nie Luo.

Fan Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a smile in the corner of his eyes.

After washing and taking care of skin care, Fanqing went out.

As soon as he opened the door, the door next to him also opened.

"By the way, I heard a gossip before, saying that Mr. Nie and our fan manager had an affair..."

The speaker froze on the spot.

He looked at Fan Qing in front of him, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He rubbed it again, and then he let out a loud cry, and turned his head and threw himself into the arms of the boy who just came out behind him.

"Captain! I may be blind, please help me see if there is anyone outside the door?"

"What are you blind, what are you talking about early in the morning..."

When the boy called Captain saw Fan Qing in front of him, his expression was dull.

Fan Qing raised his eyebrows.

"You didn't tell them?"

The boy wants to cry but has no tears.

"I told you, they didn't believe it..."

No wonder.

He was wondering how someone could be so courageous and dare to talk about this kind of gossip in front of the Lord.

Fan Qing didn't pay much attention to these things, he was just about to take a step, his gaze swept over the buried face, and he paused.

"You," he reached out and nodded, "turn your head and let me see."

What, what's the situation?

The captain was dumbfounded.

The boy in his arms also looked dull, turned around tremblingly, his lips moved slightly and made a very small sound.

"Team, Captain, should I, should I be unspoken? Or should I be blacklisted?"

Fan Qing: ... I suggest that next time you consider the possibility that the other party can lip-speak.

Ignoring what the little brat said, Fan Qing looked this guy up and down for a while, and slowly frowned.

Like.

so similar.

It was okay when I was talking just now, but now that I'm quiet, it's too similar.

He motioned to the person in front of him.

"Smile, kind of smile, be gentle."

The boy grinned slowly.

Fan Qing immediately interrupted, "Smile without showing your teeth."

The boy twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly.

really.

Fan Qing looked at the face that was almost identical to Jing Yuan's, but the temperaments of the two were completely different.

He was somewhat startled.

How could someone be so similar to Jing Yuan?

"what's your name?"

The boy's expression froze suddenly.

"...My name is Yuan Jing."

Fan Qing noticed.

He just took a few more glances and nodded.

"Okay, it's alright."

He turned around sharply and left.

Seeing him walking away, several big boys let out a sigh of relief.

The boy who was still in his arms pushed Yuan Jing.

"Manager Fan has already left, it's all right."

Yuan Jing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling a little dazed.

He couldn't help asking.

"He really just left without saying anything?"

Of course he knew how much his face and name resembled that of Jing Yuan.

At the beginning, he also thought about whether to enter the circle or not.

But the money needed for grandma's illness...

Yuan Jing quietly clenched his fists.

The captain patted him on the shoulder.

"I didn't ask, and I didn't say anything. Now you can rest assured, if Broker Fan doesn't say anything about you, you will be stable in the company."

Yuan Jing slowly put out a question mark.

"Brother Hua, how do you know I'm safe?"

Wall's expression was awkward for a moment.

How about this?

Could it be that you want to tell Yuan Jing that he heard it all from him, Ge Huaz?

The author has something to say:

Touch your chin.

This plot line is over, how can I feel that it is coming to an end?

Something's wrong, I expected more than that?

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