Little boyfriend is cute and flirtatious

On the way back to City A, Shen Mochen received several messages from Zhang Heng, all urging him to return quickly.

[Brother Heng: Don’t be late for the charity dinner tonight. Qinqin has already brought a team of stylists to your house. After you get home, you can start styling quickly after you have something to eat. Li Yun will pick you up in the evening. 】

Towards the end of the year, there are more and more activities of all kinds. Awards ceremonies like the last one are endless. They have no gold content, but they are good opportunities for the organizers to promote, and people in the circle are also happy to find opportunities to connect with each other.It is said that many play contracts and contracts were finalized here.

However, the charity dinner tonight is very important. It is held by a well-known fashion magazine. Many entertainment organizations, movie stars and queens will come to join in. For singing and dancing, all the popular boy and girl groups are invited, so there is no need for amateurs like them. Shen Mochen heaved a sigh of relief when the actors participated in the performance.

When he returned to Yundu, Zhang Qinqin was already waiting at home with his team. As soon as he got home, he started to follow the procedures.

While applying the mask, Zhang Qinqin quietly sat over, "Brother Chen, yesterday it was said on Weibo that there is a handsome guy chasing you, is it true?"

"What Weibo?" Shen Mochen was lying on the sofa in a daze, and then he remembered that since he left the company yesterday, he had never opened Weibo until now.

Seeing Shen Mochen reaching for the phone, Zhang Qinqin stopped him: "It's nothing, I just said that a handsome guy gave you flowers and drove you away, and there are discussions on the Internet about whether you have a new suitor. "

"What kind of suitor?" Shen Mochen sighed, "It's just a friend I haven't seen for many years. He returned home yesterday and just met for dinner. Why did someone take a photo? What does your brother say?"

"My brother said it was nothing. At first, he didn't bother to care about it. Later, he saw that two marketing accounts took the opportunity to lead the rhythm. He was afraid that if something happened, it would make everyone feel bad at the end of the year, so he suppressed it." Zhang Qinqin slowly whispered in his ear, "After the hot search is removed, there will be no big trouble."

Shen Mochen was very relieved of Zhang Heng's method, so he put down his phone with peace of mind.

He closed his eyes and applied the mask, but he didn't see Zhang Qinqin's hesitating expression.

In fact, the fan group has long been noisy, and many people are asking her, the group leader, why Xing Yun hasn't come back, did they quarrel, that handsome guy sneaked in at this time, will Brother Chen be killed by others? Robbed?

But she didn't dare to speak out about these problems, and could only resent silently.

Shen Mochen's look today is more formal, a black suit with a shirt and tie. He only used a little care in his hairstyle. He used a curling iron to create a slightly curvy texture and parted slightly obliquely, revealing a full forehead and a superior atrium curve. He looks younger How old is he, looks about the same age as a college student.

"Wow, brother Chen looks so tender today!" Zhang Qinqin couldn't help but tease.

"It's because he has good skin that he can hold it," said the makeup artist while applying foundation to him. "This look, if the skin is thicker, it will feel greasy when done. Only the white and tender one like Ah Chen, Only then can it be effective."

Shen Mochen was "at the mercy of others" and couldn't speak, Zhang Qinqin laughed wildly at the side: "Hahahaha, you are white and tender, Brother Chen, you must be a ginseng doll!"

Shen Mochen closed his eyes helplessly, and when he wanted to talk about ginseng dolls, Fu Xingyun's face came to mind, happy, aggrieved, surprised, all obedient and soft, that's like ginseng dolls!

Unsurprisingly, when walking the red carpet at night, he and Lin Qianqian got together again.

Lin Qianqian is wearing a lavender dress today, similar to the one she did the interview on the tower that day, but more delicate and gorgeous, she really looks like a sparkling princess.

Lin Meimei's first words when she met Shen Mochen were: "How can you let down my stars so much?"

Shen Mochen was confused: "What's wrong with me?"

"Excuse me!" Lin Qianqian smiled at the fans and reporters, while dissing the man next to her, "What's the matter with the young master of the Cheng family?"

"It's just a friend I met before. I just got together for dinner after returning to China. Why are you all so nervous?"

Lin Qianqian smiled and sculpted on the red carpet. After a flash of light passed by, she turned her head and took Shen Mochen's arm: "Which ordinary friend will help you fasten your seat belt when you meet?"

Shen Mochen was speechless. In fact, he also minded this matter.etc!

"How do you know about wearing a seat belt?"

"You..." Lin Qianqian almost couldn't maintain the smile on her face, and squeezed out a voice through her teeth, "Didn't you read Weibo?"

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it now, Shen Mochen can already imagine the excitement of Weibo before the trending search was withdrawn, and it wasn't like there was no such situation before, he comforted himself.

But this time, everyone will mention Fu Xingyun when they mention this matter. Does Xingyun also mind?

Entering the dinner venue, the staff immediately guided them to their respective seats. As soon as they sat down, an excited voice rang in his ears: "Brother Chen!"

Shen Mochen turned his head to look, but it was Zheng Lin whom he had only met in "Rising Stars on the Runway" a few days ago.

Zheng Lin was dressed in casual sportswear, she didn't look like a model at all, her face was also completely plain, and she was smiling with crooked eyebrows.

"Why are you here?" Shen Mochen was a little surprised, "Why didn't your company pack it for you?"

"I'm here with the professor. I'm not a model today, so I don't need any packaging." The young man's face was full of enthusiasm, "Brother Chen, I just found out that you have been making an appointment for an expert consultation with Professor Dong. In fact... well, he is me. mentor."

Shen Mochen's eyes lit up.

Professor Dong is a well-known medical professor in the country. He focuses on the rehabilitation of children with cerebral palsy. He usually sits in Beijing and comes to City A for consultation once a month.His consultation number is very difficult to make appointments. Shen Mochen has been familiar with scalpers in the past six months, and he has not been able to make an appointment once.

There were people coming and going in the hall, and it was a bit noisy, Zheng Lin leaned closer to Shen Mochen's ear: "Brother Chen, I will open a room with you in the hotel later, I have a surprise for you!"

Shen Mochen raised his eyebrows, curled up his fingers and tapped his forehead: "Children don't learn well, what are you talking about!"

Zheng Lin smiled and touched his painful forehead: "The professor will leave early, and he can leave later, I will send you a signal!"

At this time someone came by, Zheng Lin winked at Shen Mochen, walked out through the gap.

"Ah Chen!" When the voice came, Shen Mochen felt his scalp tighten.

Cheng Qufan had stood beside him for an unknown amount of time, showing a well-practiced smile.

"Brother Fan is here too!" The usual strict facial expression management training finally had an effect, Shen Mochen suppressed his nausea and smiled.

"Well," Cheng Qufan put his hand on his shoulder and whispered affectionately, "The artistes of the company are invited to perform today, so come to cheer them on."

He naturally sat down beside Shen Mochen, picked up the auction catalog on the chair, and flipped through it between the two of them: "Is there anything you like, I'll buy it for you later."

The voice was too intimate, and the content of the words made Shen Mochen feel creepy, and hurriedly said: "No need, Brother Fan, I don't need anything."

"Then how do I do it?" Cheng Qufan turned to one of the pages, and the auction item was an antique men's tail ring set with diamonds, with a starting price of 10.He took Shen Mochen's hand and compared it on the catalog page, "Is this good?"

"I really don't need Brother Fan," Shen Mochen withdrew his hand, "If you do this again, I won't dare to sit here anymore."

Cheng Qufan smiled dotingly and didn't say any more.

Soon, the lights dimmed and the dinner show began.

Neither of them noticed that in the VIP box upstairs, a group of eyes was cast on them.

Fu Xingyun just got off the plane an hour ago. Guo Wenqing's assistant Zhou Ming went to pick him up and asked politely, "Should the young master go home or..."

Leaning on the back seat of the car with eyes closed tiredly, Fu Xingyun rubbed his temples: "How about the things I told you yesterday?"

"I have already contacted Century Entertainment, Mr. Du is very cooperative, the hot search has been removed, and the marketing account has also said hello."

"Have you found out who is behind the scenes?"

"There is no face-on image of the other party in the photo. We found someone to call the local traffic camera, and found that the person who sent flowers and picked up Mr. Shen was Cheng Qufan, the young master of the Cheng family."

"The Cheng family?" Fu Xingyun smiled sarcastically, "Sure enough, it's for the project of the Mystical Shadow City. If you can't beat the Fu family, do you come here to engage in this method?"

Zhou Ming slowly drove the car out of the parking lot, and looked at the rearview mirror when he heard the words: "The Cheng family has always been very shady, and his eldest son is well-known, and this youngest son is afraid to follow his old path. This time, if you don't really want to pursue Mr. Shen, I'm afraid it's aimed at you."

In the rearview mirror, Fu Xingyun slowly opened his eyes, and the cold light of the street lamp flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to disrupt the Fu family's position, you have to have that ability. Do you know brother...Mr. Shen's itinerary today?"

"Mr. Shen should be invited to attend the anniversary celebration of "M Magazine" tonight. It's in the southern district, and Mr. Guo will also join him."

"Ask Mr. Guo, if you can get me an invitation card, I'll go and have a look."

In fact, there is no need to get invitations. When Fu Xingyun arrived at the dinner party, the editor-in-chief of "M Magazine" came out to greet him in person. After some pleasantries, he opened a VIP box upstairs with the best view for his use.

Standing in front of the large one-way glass floor-to-ceiling windows of the box, Fu Xingyun's sight quickly fell on the entrance of the red carpet of the artists downstairs.

There were quite a few artists who came here today, all of them ostentatious. After showing off the red carpet outside, they came to the hall one after another and greeted each other.

In a condescending position, it is easy to regard the moving figures below as inanimate pictures, mechanical and boring.

Just suddenly, as if a colorful bright spot suddenly broke into the black and white picture, everything around became alive in an instant.

Fu Xingyun's eyes closely followed Shen Mochen who walked into the hall, watching him send Lin Qianqian to her seat, watching him talking to a boy younger than himself, watching that disgusting second young master of the Cheng family, Whisper affectionately in his ear...

"What are you looking at? So serious!" Guo Wenqing walked over and watched the crowd below with him.

"I'm wondering, sometimes, is there really a fate between people. The fate when I was a child can continue when I am an adult."

"This is...?" Guo Wenqing followed his gaze, turning around Shen Mochen and Cheng Qufan.

"Some fates are good fates, and some are bad fates."

Shen Mochen, who was sitting in the guest seat, had a calm and composed expression, while Cheng Qufan, who was on the side, leaned over to say something from time to time.

In public, Cheng Qufan's actions are not excessive, but they are more intimate than ordinary friends' actions, which is annoying to watch.

Guo Wenqing patted Fu Xingyun lightly: "I heard from Mr. Fu that you had a few days of treatment in Turkey, and the results were good. He was so happy that he didn't sleep well for a few days."

Fu Xingyun bent his lips: "Yes, after thinking through a few problems, I feel a lot more comfortable."

It was evening when we departed from Annada that day and arrived in Istanbul. Zhang Jinyan's meeting was held very late, but he still dragged his tired body to give Fu Xingyun a preliminary examination.

The results of preliminary inspections are promising.

It's a bit like when Fu Xingyun first started extreme sports, his overall condition suddenly improved, and all indicators quickly rushed to normal values, even higher than normal indicators.

This is a typical over-indicator performance for patients with depression when they find a development direction they really like.

Because they have suffered for too long and been confused for too long, when they find something that allows them to devote themselves to it and gain a sense of security, they will be more excited and work harder than ordinary people.

Of course, the dependence is also stronger.

The hypnotherapy arranged by Zhang Jinyan was performed three days later by one of his good friends, Max, who is also a well-known hypnotherapy master in the world.

When Fu Xingyun half-lyed on the treatment chair, Zhang Jinyan and Max exchanged opinions in a low voice, and decided to use the same time-retrospect method as last time to bring Fu Xingyun back to the time before and after the car accident.

"Okay, it's like you're in a time warp right now, and I'm going to slowly count from 1 to 10, and you're going to go back in time and go back into your past. Think about the people who mean a lot to you, Dad , mother, young self, bring the memory back to the time with them. You will clearly remember the whole process of this meeting, and tell me softly what you saw and thought, "【1】

memory recall.

Fu Xingyun returned to that day.

The pain, the severe pain made him tremble uncontrollably.

There were warm water droplets on his face, he opened his eyes timidly, but saw his mother's face.

He was held tightly in his mother's arms, squeezed between her cool body and the seat.

His mother's eyes were closed, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth, dripping slowly on his face drop by drop.

Fu Xingyun, who was lying on the treatment chair, frowned and began to struggle.

Max looked at Zhang Jinyan worriedly, and asked him with his mouth: Do you want to wake up?

Zhang Jinyan shook his head.

It is reasonable for Fu Xingyun to strongly resist. The biggest root of his depression lies in this survivor’s guilt [2], because Xingyun only found out afterwards that when the car accident happened, his mother, who was originally in a relatively safe place, died at the critical moment. At this moment, he unbuckled his seat belt, pulled the 14-year-old boy into his arms, and used his own body to counteract the violent collision.

The last treatment, because of Fu Xingyun's strong resistance, stayed here.

But this time, since he voluntarily asked to continue, at least he must persist a little longer to see if there is a turning point.

"Mom..." The little boy struggled, ignoring the severe pain all over his body, just wanting to escape from that once gentle but now terrifying face.

The slender eyelashes trembled twice, the eyes that I thought would be closed forever slowly opened, and my mother showed a gentle smile.

"Xingxing, don't be afraid..."

"Mom..." The boy's voice was filled with tears, whether it was because of the pain in his body or the fear in his heart.

"It's okay, Xing Xing." Mom's voice seemed a bit difficult, "Didn't we just say that we need to go back to the big brother who saved you?"

Where the teenager couldn't see, the sadness in the mother's eyes flashed past. The loss of not being able to accompany the child to realize her wish made her voice lower and lower, but she still cheered up and tried her best to give the child a little bit at the last moment. Goals and hopes: "Xing Xing said when he was a child that he would take the escaped Brother Little Xiangzhu to our house in the future. You can't break your promise, you have to be good...!"

The mother's face slowly dimmed, the picture began to shake violently, and fell apart almost immediately.

But this time, he was not kicked out by the dream, but continued backtracking and entered another scene.

Hospital, white walls, smell of disinfectant.

Mom and dad were called away by doctors, and the little 8-year-old boy slipped out of bed and tried to escape the hospital.

But before he got out of the backyard of the hospital, he got lost.

It was raining lightly, and the street lights were dim in the rain. A figure stood in front of him and asked him softly, "Why did you run out?"

Against the light, the little brother's expression could not be seen clearly. Fu Xingyun only saw the boy's hand stretched out in front of him, the fingers were slender and cool.

Turning his gaze, he had already returned to the hospital bed, but there was a sound of scolding in the corridor, a fierce man was swearing, a few crisp slaps came, followed by the voices of nurses and parents, all in chaos.

It seemed that it had been chaotic for a long time, and the corridor finally quieted down. Fu Xingyun was about to fall asleep, and only then did he hear the nurse sister say in the corridor: "Young man, let's stay in this room, go in first, and I'll put the whitening needle on for you. "

The door of the next ward opened and closed, and after a while, my mother came in.

"Xingxing," mother smiled softly, "you will be able to have surgery soon! Are you happy?"

The little Fu Xingyun didn't understand why there was any joy in having an operation, but he intuitively felt that the reason why his mother was so happy was because of the brother next door.

He wanted to see that brother again.

In the middle of the night, when mother fell asleep on the accompanying bed, little Xingyun slipped out of bed again and gently opened the door of the next door.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and I could only vaguely see the little brother lying on the bed, with the infusion needle connected to his left arm, breathing evenly.

It was the brother who sent him back just now.

He heard the nurse's sister say that his brother received a white injection.

He knew what Shengbaizhen was. He had eavesdropped on it for a long time, and even asked his sister in another ward. Those who received Shengbaizhen were the ones who could save their lives.

He wants to see him.

The little body struggled to climb onto his brother's bed and got into the quilt.

There was a clear breath, with a strange smell of medicine, Xiao Xingyun took a light breath, remembering the smell.

I don't know if he touched the young man's wound, he hummed lightly, and laughed when he saw Xiao Xingyun: "Why is it you again?"

The little boy stretched out his short arms and hugged his brother's waist tightly.

"Brother, I'm afraid..."

The boy gently rubbed the soft hair on the boy's head with the hand that was not on the IV: "Xing Xing is good, it's okay, brother will help you!"

"Well, I like brother." The little head arched upwards, leaning against the boy's shoulder.

"Brother, you are so skinny!" The little boy looked up dissatisfied as if he had been stunned.

The young man looked down at him, his peach eyes were full of doting smiles.

"When I'm discharged from the hospital, brother, you can come to my house to eat delicious food and gain weight."

"Okay~~"

"Brother, you might as well live in my house. My house is very big, so I can stay with my brother all the time."

The door of the room was opened suddenly, and the nurse aunt and mother walked in.

Mother gently hugged Xiao Xingyun: "Brother is getting an injection, it's very hard, Xingxing don't quarrel with brother, okay?"

"Okay, but when I get better, I want to invite my brother to our house!"

He turned around in his mother's arms.

On the hospital bed, the boy smiled and nodded.

Fu Xingyun woke up suddenly.

……

The performance downstairs was still going on, and Guo Wenqing had already gone down to sit on the auction stand. Today's auction was very loud, and many entertainment companies that needed to create momentum had sent people over.

Xingyun plans to return to the market in an all-round way next year, and of course we must firmly grasp this opportunity.

The last note falls and the auction begins.

The competition for the first few lots was not fierce. Guo Wenqing took a fancy to a landscape, which was in the collection of actor Lu Chengfeng. Xingyun also had a lot of contact with Fengxing this year, so he was not stingy and kept increasing the price, but unfortunately lost. Gave it to Luo Yun who was sitting beside her.

When the antique men's tail ring appeared, several people in the audience began to fight for it.

"15! This gentleman offered 15!"

"18! Okay, this lady bids 18!"

……

After some bidding, the price of the tail ring stayed at 38.

"One time for 38, two times for 38! Ah, that gentleman is still bidding!"

The camera turned to the center of the field, and Cheng Qufan raised the cards in his hand: "50!"

It was Luo Yun who bid 38 just now.

The ring is actually only worth around 30 yuan. Luo Yun has a nephew who just came of age, and she wanted to give it to him for fun. 38 yuan is already a high price.At this moment, Cheng Qufan bid 50 yuan, which was a clear cut. Although she was too lazy to argue with him, she still felt uncomfortable.

"This gentleman bid 50! Is there anyone else bidding?"

Guo Wenqing's cell phone vibrated suddenly, he looked down, shook his head helplessly, and raised the cards in his hand.

"Does Mr. Guo want to increase the price?"

Guo Wenqing smiled and leaned on the back of the chair, "100 million!"

Like the wind passing through the jungle, whispers floated in the venue.

"Why is Mr. Guo so A today? That tail ring is not worth the price!"

"It seems that Xingyun really wants to show off this time!"

"The Fu family and the Cheng family are rivals to begin with, but they usually try to save face, so today they just torn their faces?"

Anger welled up in Cheng Qufan's heart.

He had already said that just now, if he wanted to buy that tail ring for Shen Mochen, he would definitely win it in the bidding.

The intention of Guo Wenqing's asking price this time is very obvious, directly doubling the price, which means to firmly crush him to death.

He was not reconciled.

100 million may not be a big deal to the Cheng family, but this time when he pursued Shen Mochen, he issued a military order in front of his father and used his own small treasury.

Because of Fu Xingyun's intervention, between the Fu family and the Cheng family, Huang Qiushan completely favored the Fu family.

The reason he played this way was to disturb Fu Xingyun's rhythm, and it would be best if he could make him do something wrong because of his emotional injury, so that his father and elder brother could take advantage of it.

More than 100 million yuan to buy a tail ring that is not very valuable, I really feel a little taken advantage of.

but……

He Fu Xingyun can take advantage of love, why can't I?

"100 million for the first time, 100 million for the second time..." The host's voice trembled a little.

Cheng Qufan calmly raised his hand: "150 million!"

There was an uproar!

Even Guo Wenqing looked over, and Cheng Qufan cast a provocative glance, his face full of pride.

Seeing that he really wanted to shoot, the host suppressed the joy in his heart and continued to bid:

"150 million for the first time, 150 million for the second time, is Mr. Guo going to increase the price? 150 million for the third time, deal! Congratulations, Mr. Cheng!"

At the auction, beauties already came to the stage, carefully put the tail ring into a velvet jewelry box, and held it in front of Cheng Qufan.

That's the deal?Cheng Qufan's brain is still a little dazed, what about the bid?

On the other side, Special Assistant Zhou hurried over and handed Guo Wenqing a simple and elegant jewelry box.

Guo Wenqing took the jewelry box and handed it directly to Luo Yun who was sitting beside her.

Luo Yinghou raised her eyes, the eyes were full of jokes.

"The tail ring just now, Wenqing really can't do it. It was taken by the young master in Europe a few days ago. I just hope that the goddess will not dislike it." Guo Wenqing said in a low voice.

He opened the top cover of the jewelry box, and what lay in the box was the men's tail ring that won the gold medal in the European Jewelry Design Competition this year. The extremely high-clarity diamonds shone brightly under the lights of the dinner party.

Luo Yun smiled, took the ring away, and said to the daughter beside her, "Qianqian, show Mr. Guo the landscape just now."

Lin Qianqian took the painting and sent it to Guo Wenqing.

"This is my advantage!" Guo Wenqing declined.

"There's nothing to take advantage of in this kind of auction," Luo Yun smiled coquettishly, "Just take care of Qianqian more in the future!"

This little episode attracted everyone's attention, but no one noticed. Zheng Lin, who had never had any sense of presence, came to a corner of the hall and lowered his hair to send a message.

Shen Mochen's phone vibrated, he turned around and saw Zheng Lin, got up quietly, and walked aside.

When the dust settled on Guo Wenqing's side and Cheng Qufan realized that there were few people around him, Shen Mochen and Zheng Lin had already disappeared in the passage leading to the parking lot.

The author has something to say:

It's still the same sentence, when the stars in my family are branched out, no one else has anything to do.Collect some interest today, and you will see me later!

【1】The part of hypnotic introductory words comes from Baidu.

[2] Survivor's guilt: A person believes that he who survived a traumatic event is at fault, feels confused and guilty for surviving, and even prefers to suffer misfortune himself. —— MBA think tank encyclopedia

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