After dressing as a cannon fodder scumbag, I wash my whites

Gu Xie left before Mo Wenqiao, and Mo Wenqiao stood up after watching Gu Xie drive away from the window.

The system looked anxiously at the direction Gu Xie left, feeling a little regretful.

【got rejected. 】

[As expected, it is strange that he agreed. 】

The system feels strange.

[You know you will be rejected, why do you let him keep you? 】

[Sooner or later he will agree. 】

Mo Wenqiao pushed open the door of the coffee shop, and the hot air enveloped his whole body in an instant.

While he was drinking coffee with Gu Xie, Zhou Yuelian had already sent several WeChat messages to urge him.

He texted back and put his hat back on for shade.He stuffed the mask into his pocket. Wearing a mask in this weather is a punishment.

The system couldn't understand his confidence.

【why? 】

【intuition. 】

He couldn't tell what it was like, he just thought that Gu Xie would fall in love with him.

It was as if the two of them had been in touch for a long time.

Mo Wenqiao went to Zhou Yuelian's office first, and was told by the front desk that Zhou Yuelian had gone to his home to look for him.

After taking a taxi home, I saw an angry agent at the door of my house.

"Where did you go, Mo Wenqiao? Your wings are stiff, aren't you? Now you don't even reply to my messages?" Zhou Yue even saw Mo Wenqiao's hair stand on end, and the neighbors who shouted loudly were all shocked. I can hear you.

Mo Wenqiao opened the door and pushed people in.

"I just came from the company, and you have already left when I get there. It's hot, calm down."

The living room was in a mess, Ling An's broken tea set hadn't been cleared away, and the pillows on the sofa were thrown here and there.

"Your house was robbed?" Zhou Yuelian bypassed the ceramic shards and sat on the sofa, "It must have been caused by a quarrel with Ling An, young people are full of anger."

Mo Wenqiao swept away the fragments of the tea set, and took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator.

The drink was given by the advertiser, and the refrigerator was filled to the brim.

"Your current situation is a bit complicated. Everything was fine at first, and maybe you can get some good scripts by taking advantage of the enthusiasm of the relationship." Zhou Yuelian sighed and stared at Mo Wenqiao bitterly.

"Why did you just smear Ling An? Tell me the truth, have you cheated? Now if Ling An speaks out about your breakup, who would dare to use you?"

Mo Wenqiao couldn't do anything about what the original boss was doing: "What is the company's plan now?"

"Let's take it one step at a time. It happens that the variety show you signed before will be recorded in a few days. After the recording, there will be results."

Zhou Yuelian took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one: "Wenqiao, I have taken you with me for six years, and I have already regarded you as my half-brother. I hope you are well, and others may not."

Small artists can't bring much benefit to the company, and it's just a matter of giving up if they cause trouble.

For a big company like Tianyao Film and Television, it doesn't hurt or itch.

"The variety show will be recorded in two days, and you don't need to think about anything else." Zhou Yue patted Mo Wenqiao's shoulder, "You haven't had dinner yet, let's go, my brother treats you."

When I came back from dinner, the sun had disappeared, and the lamps on the roadside cast warm yellow light one by one.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, so it took a long time to eat this meal. Zhou Yue even talked about it like a talkative old woman for several hours.

When Mo Wenqiao returned home, he was still in a daze, closed his eyes, and Yuelian's voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears, which deeply explained what lingering sounds mean.

He shook his head to drive out all disturbing sounds.

It was still early, and Mo Wenqiao's social animal who lived next door got off work after taking a shower, and the sound of keys colliding came in through the crack of the door.

The original owner has been on the job for six years and has not made much money. The current house is still rented, and the sound insulation is extremely poor.

The neighbor next door played games as soon as he got home, and the "chug-chug" gunshots made people's brain hurt.

It's better to go back to the room, the sound can't be heard after a long distance.

I lay in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep.

Although he has traveled through many, many worlds, every time he travels to a new world, Mo Wenqiao still needs a few days to adapt.

He is always not used to the new environment, and he may not be able to get used to it until the end of the mission.

Mo Wenqiao: Are you asleep?

For some reason, he found Gu Xie from his WeChat friends and sent him a message.

The original owner and Gu Xie hadn't contacted at all in the past few years, and the chat history was clean and blank.

It can't be said to be blank, there is still a background picture, it is a photo of Gu Xie, I don't know which event it was taken at.

It's a little blurry, but it brings a hazy and seductive feeling to Gu Xie's cold appearance.

After the news was sent, Mo Wenqiao clicked on Gu Xie's circle of friends.

The other party set it to only be visible for three days, and the only circle of friends was to help promote TTL's new song.

Very boring.

It rained after [-] o'clock in the evening. It rained suddenly, and the weather forecast didn't predict it at all.

Gu Xie braved the rain to move the flowers in the yard back to the shed. It took half an hour to go back and forth, and the clothes could squeeze out the rainwater.

Even the socks were wet, so Gu Xie simply took off the socks halfway, and moved the flowers with bare feet.

The wide white T was tightly attached to the skin, it was cold, sticky, and wet, and the bath was a waste of time.

He usually lives alone, and there is only one aunt who is in charge of cooking and cleaning.

Auntie is old and goes to bed early, so he is too embarrassed to let someone get in the rain to help him carry flowers.

Fortunately, Gu Xie is not a delicate person, he has a strong body, and he seldom gets sick since he was a child, even in the rain.

Dry your hands and check the weather forecast. It will rain until the middle of the night.

We can stop at three o'clock in the morning, and tomorrow will be another sunny day.

Gu Xie doesn't like rainy days, and every time it rains, he feels panicked for no reason.I just want to lie in bed, curled up in the comforter.

He took off his wet t-shirt, curled up in the bathtub, and played with his mobile phone.

The sound insulation of the bathroom is very good, blocking all the crackling rain outside.

It's like enclosing a secret territory that only belongs to him.

Gu Xie receives a lot of WeChat messages every day, from subordinates, colleagues, friends, partners, and some strangers who don't even have a comment.

Xunsheng Entertainment has a certain status in the entertainment industry, and there are many people who want to hug his thigh/legs. It would not be a dream if they hugged him soaring into the sky.

Like the one I met today.

For so many years, Mo Wenqiao is the first one who can recommend himself as a pillow so straightforwardly.

With the unique recklessness of young people.

So Gu Xie was not surprised to receive the news from Mo Wenqiao.

Although I don't know what the little actor was thinking, he didn't say anything about the artist who dated his family, but he still wanted to date him.

Young, but not small appetite.

Gu Xie paused for a few seconds on the WeChat chat interface, then clicked on the chat box from Mo Wenqiao.

Mo Wenqiao: Are you asleep?

Gu Xie: asleep

Within a second of sending it, the text sign of "the other party is typing" was displayed in the chat box.

The last message was sent 7 minutes ago, and if you can reply in seconds at this time, either Mo Wenqiao is playing with his mobile phone, or he is waiting for his reply on purpose.

Gu Xie was in a good mood, thinking he was waiting for her specially, she secretly gave him a point in her heart.

Mo Wenqiao: You still reply to my message after sleeping?

Gu Xie: It came back in a dream

Mo Wenqiao: That's good, you still think of me in your dreams.

Mo Wenqiao was lying on his side, the phone's faint light shone on his face, and the light and shadow made his perfect facial features more three-dimensional.

The original owner and Mo Wenqiao have the same name and the same appearance. Mo Wenqiao was also puzzled when he checked Weibo. With this magnificent and peerless face, how did the original owner manage to stay together for six years? This one's little see-through.

Chatted with Gu Xie for a while without nutrition, and then sent a message to Gu Xie and would not reply.

It was cold.

Mo Wenqiao pursed his lips, put his phone away, pulled the thin blanket to his chest, and closed his eyes.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air.

Sleepiness slowly came up.

Good night's sleep.