Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Gu Chenchen has been struggling with how to go back. Taking advantage of the hibernation system is still in standby, he secretly logged in to check. The day to leave is just a few days away.

His poor Xiaoyan, he still wants to stay here for a while longer.After all, Xiaoyan signed up for an online cooking class a few days ago, and cooks in front of the computer several times a week.

Gu Chenchen is really ashamed, why are people in this world so enthusiastic and obsessed with cooking?Xiaozhu's cooking is delicious, and Xiaoyan is not far behind.

When sleeping at night, hearing the person beside him finally exhale a long breath, Gu Chenchen stretched out a hand and placed it on Xiao Yan who had fallen asleep next to him.

She slowly wanted to wrap her arms around his chest and abdomen, and hug him.

Xiaoyan was a light sleeper, so Gu Chenchen held back his strength to hug him, not daring to let go of his hands for fear of waking him up.The body is sideways, the curtains are not closed, and the moonlight is dripping all over the bedroom.

Borrowing the dim light in the room, I saw Xiaoyan's handsome face, with thick black eyebrows closed, leaving only a slightly undulating chest.

Every night when it was late, Xiaoyan usually waited for him to fall asleep before going to sleep.Gu Chenchen pretended to sleep for a long time tonight, and Xiaoyan slowly fell asleep.

Feel the softness of Xiaoyan's embrace and his self-control.Normally, Xiaoyan hugged him and would kiss and nibble at him, but he didn't do that when he was sleeping, and restrained himself to let himself sleep for a while.

I feel that even the breathing of the person next to the pillow is slight.

Gu Chenchen thought about the past when he turned into his house in the middle of the night, lighted the incense silently, and came in when he fell asleep, and hugged him like this.

Or they would pat themselves on the back lightly, or hold their hands.

Gu Chenchen's outstretched hand could almost reach Xiaoyan's wrist, pressing the slightly protruding tendons on his wrist, trying to hold Xiaoyan's five fingers.

But before he moved his hand, a low voice came from the darkness: "Boss, what are you doing?"

Gu Chenchen was startled, but he didn't move, but Xiao Yan held his hand gently.

"I don't sleep at night," Xiaoyan kissed the person next to the pillow familiarly.

Gu Chenchen was embarrassed, is this the time to reverse?He didn't have much time to linger.

"Didn't you say that you will come according to the small book plan, four times a week, and one Sunday every one, three, five?" Xiaoyan took Gu Chenchen's hand, turned to the people around him, and pulled him away from the book. Not far away, he pulled his waist into his arms.

In the dark environment, Gu Chenchen's face flushed red.Yes, Xiaoyan made a "house affairs record book", and planned to only have four times a week, and arranged the days.He was so restrained that he, who was about to leave this world, burst into tears and sorrow.

"It's Thursday today." Xiaoyan's voice was low, Gu Chenchen got along with him a lot, even though Xiaoyan spoke in such a tone, he could still hear the bleary waking up.

With another slap on the face, Xiao Yan turned over, pressed himself under him, inserted his hands from the waist down, and wrapped his back.

Just like this, he pressed himself on his body and hugged himself, with his head hanging on his shoulders, lying on his body as if he didn't do anything else, just sleep.

"Is it boring?"

The other party tried to get rid of drowsiness and asked why he didn't sleep.But he didn't feel much sleepiness either, and leaned against Gu Chenchen's back, touching his slightly sweaty pajamas.

"It turned out that the air conditioner was turned on too high. I remember that you used to turn it on at 18 degrees at home." Xiaoyan reached out again, touched the remote control of the air conditioner beside the bed, and adjusted the air conditioner from 26 degrees to 18 degrees.Completely take care of Shen Shen's previous living habits.

His heart skipped a beat, and Gu Chenchen was even more reluctant to part with his beautiful and considerate clerk.

"You should be bored," after all, after staying here for so many days, "take my private jet to travel in a few days."

With a hoarse voice, Gu Chen moved his body for a long time, "Xiao Yan."

With a flat sound, Xiaoyan's heart trembled slightly. It was not a hallucination in his consciousness. Since the boss was imprisoned by him here, he had rarely spoken to him, let alone called him Xiaoyan.

Xiaoyan listened to the silence in the darkness.

Gu Chenchen opened his mouth slowly, and said something inexplicable, "I discovered Xiao Zhu, and I single-handedly selected her. She is the most potential artist I have ever seen, and she will become popular." That's why I took care of her. she.

Xiaoyan listened silently, wondering why he suddenly mentioned this in his heart.

The air was silent for a long time, and Xiaoyan realized that Gu Chenchen, who had not talked much, had finished speaking, and asked, "Why did you tell me this?"

Gu Chenchen didn't answer anymore, but said lightly: "Sleeping."

Xiaoyan thought over and over again what the boss said just now, and came up with more than a dozen conjectures about the meaning of this sentence, but he didn't come up with any results. He guessed more, maybe it was just a dream that the boss suddenly said while he was sleeping. .

On the second day, Xiaoyan's plan was to go back to the company.

After Xiaoyan left, Gu Chenchen sat up from the bed, with a small wire in his hand that he didn't know where to get back, he untied the handcuffs that would be bound by an iron chain during the day, and got up from the bed.

This kind of pediatrics is not difficult for a well-trained salesman who is called an agent like him.He can escape in any environment, it's just a matter of whether he is willing or not, and whether he pretends to be human.

Gu Chenchen took a last look at the bedroom, which was decorated exactly like his own, and walked down the first floor.He stayed here on the first floor for the past few days, and a lot of his human-shaped standing signs and photo albums on the table on the ground were cleared out, mainly because Yan Zedao was afraid that he would hate the villa full of photos about himself too much.

But there are still many posters of his photos on the wall.

Gu Chenchen took off an indistinct photo from a wall full of photos. The back of the photo was a sneak shot of him attending a friend's banquet, sitting on the sofa in a black suit and white shirt.

Gu Chenchen had some impressions of this photo, because that night there was a woman in a red bathrobe sitting on him and kissing him with red lips.

But it wasn't that woman who impressed him the most. What impressed him the most was that he found that there was an extremely young and handsome man at the banquet, leaning slightly against the wall, refusing the men and women who approached him, He only occasionally cast his gaze to one place, just in time to meet Gu Chenchen's gaze, and was startled by a glance.

Gu Chenchen tore off the photo from the pasted wall and put it in his pocket.

The door is closed, one apart and two wide.

……

When Yan Zedao returned home, he found that the bed was empty, and the handcuffs that had been opened did not show any signs of being pried open. He didn't know how the other party did it.

He chased him out again and sneaked into the villa far away, only to find that no one was there.The general situation has gone, and there is only one thought in his mind, he has lost the person he loves the most.

The only second thought, or logic and subconsciousness without self-control, made him predict that in the next few days, policemen would come to tell him that he was suspected of multiple crimes, illegally detained, and that he was raped all the way away and did not want to make it public. charges, to arrest myself.

But it doesn't matter, he had already expected that there would be a price after people escaped or if he missed it.

To his heart's death, his departure.

Desperate, I sat in the living room for four or five days.

The stubble is short and green, and the belt is getting wider.Yan Zedao lingered over and over again about that person in his mind, imagining how he walked out of the bedroom and then went down the stairs, perhaps spit at the villa where he was imprisoned, or left here without even cursing.

Thinking about feeding him these few days, if he has a slight stomach upset, he will gently push himself away, and when he goes to see him, he will continue to eat.

His boss is a gentle and easy-to-understand person. If he hadn't imprisoned him himself, his boss would have been gentle forever.Riding horses with him, watching horse races, and sometimes receiving phone calls and celebration news from Xiao Zhu, he would smile knowingly.Or talk about her comfortably with yourself.

His poster albums are everywhere in the villa, as if thousands of broken pieces are scattered in his sight.His movements were stiff and his sitting posture was cold.

His boss is gone. If he is given a few more days, or more, will his boss leave so completely and without hesitation?

There are no assumptions anymore.

The windows began to rain, and the song "Remember rain" appeared in Yan Zedao's ears, the repeated lyrics, and then the sound of fast forward.

In front of his eyes was the red of the past few days, the red that kissed his lips.It is the white that the shirt floats when soaked in the bathtub.It is also the blue that the curtains fly up at night.His vision was a mess, and intermittent images flew over the sky.

Maybe call his boss, don't leave, no, it's not that, it's, it's me, it's I really love you, or it's an apology or something.

Messy thoughts hovered in my mind for a few days, my hands and feet were so cold that I couldn't feel it, I suddenly wanted to make a phone call, stood up, but shook twice and fell to the ground.

……

When Yan Zedao woke up, he was not arrested and was still in the villa.

Then he learned about Lu Dangzhi's death a few days ago from TV and the Internet.

"Boss Hua Lun died at home, the police responded to rule out the possibility of homicide", "A Close Friend: Never Believe He Will Suicide", "Hua Lun will hold a mourning meeting on the 8th, Zhu Pingting and other Hua Lun artists will attend" wait.

Yan Zedao turned off the TV and the Internet, and walked up to the height of the attic on the fourth floor.

……

Zhu Pingting received a call, and the other party said, "I heard that you took away the relics from Lu Yuanzhi's body?" When Zhu Pingting heard this voice for the first time, she felt that it was too low and warm, like a lifeless thing in issue.

"who are you?"

On the phone, he only continued to ask, "I just want to know what was the last thing you took from him from the police station."

"You are Xiaoyan, right?" Zhu Pingting said in a firm tone, she was holding the phone, "I know you. The boss mentioned you to me."

The same sentence on the phone: "Give me the relic."

"Give me the address." The female voice replied simply.

The phone hangs up.

Yan Zedao jumped from the highest attic of the villa, but he didn't die. He tossed twice in the grass and broke his leg.

The grass is flowing red all over the place.

Later, he found out from the investigation that the only belonging on Lu Yuanzhi's body was temporarily left at the police station, but when he went to pick it up, he was told that Zhu Pingting had taken it away.

He glanced at the sheriff coldly, and asked Lu Jianzhi who took away Zhu Pingting.

The sheriff replied: "She said she was a student and close friend of the deceased."

Yan Zedao was speechless.

Lu Yuanzhi's body was found in the bedroom of his own villa, and the possibility of homicide was ruled out through on-site and autopsy investigations.

The inspection report came out, saying that Lu Yuan suffered from some kind of disease in the early stage, which was difficult to recover, and died suddenly.

As for the cause of his boss's death, there are many rumors among the people. He suspected that he was under too much pressure, that he swallowed sleeping pills, and that a tabloid compiled a story about a certain female artist surnamed Zhu's subordinates buying "murder" and "killing" people.But these are unwarranted reasons for bloggers to create public opinion topics.Yan Zedao would not believe this even more.Because he knew that the boss died because of himself.

With such a big insult, how can he still live in the world.

because of myself.

Yan Zedao decided not to die until he saw the relic.

The day I received the relic was in the evening, the same as when I woke up from heatstroke.The sky is the magnificent sunset glow, colorful and pink, reflected in front of the window, emerald green and gold.

The setting sun is half round in the sky, quietly dripping the blush of the afterglow.

I opened the express envelope and saw a plastic bag.I took the bag out and saw a thin piece of paper inside.

After taking it out, I saw the front of the paper, which was a photo.

The photo showed the figure of a man, sitting on a couch, wearing a black suit and slender trousers, half of his face was particularly white against the dark background.It was as white as quenched jade, faint.

The suit pants are a bit long, and it can be seen that his slender legs have no overlapping posture, just lazily stepping on the expensive carpet.

With a cigarette between his fingers, only half of his face is exposed, and the guests are blurred from his back.It was taken from behind the man.

The angle seems to be a snapshot, and what's more, Yan Zedao believes that this is a candid shot.

Because—this photo is from him.

Before he got the far away, he had looked at all the photos about him thousands of times.Besides, this photo was taken by him, so why wouldn't he recognize it.

But how could the relics on his boss have photos he secretly took?Could it be that the boss downloaded it from the Internet?He never posted it online.Maybe the boss downloaded it here on his computer.

Sweeping his eyes again, there is a processed watermark in the photo, and an abbreviated English is written in a place where there is no figure of the road.

Yan Zedao recognized it, it was the abbreviation of Yan Zedao's name that he would stamp on the photos, especially when developing them.

Yan Zedao stood up suddenly, rushed to a certain wall in the living room, searched for a few minutes, and finally saw a vacant space the size of a photo in an inconspicuous corner.

I compared the photo on my hand, and found that the size was exactly the same, and there was no discrepancy.

Yan Zedao's hands began to unsteady, and the photo was shaking slightly in his fingers. Why, why did the boss take this photo away?Why?

I remembered the night before Lu Jianzhi left, and told him about Zhu Pingting.Zhu Pingting is just a potential artist he discovered.Potential, will be popular... Why did he say these words to himself?

Is he telling himself something?Or is it explaining something?

Yan Zedao's body was trembling. He wanted to figure it out, but he was still trembling violently. He didn't believe it and wanted to prove it.Immediately check the monitoring.

On the day Lu Jianzhi returned, his boss had already arranged for someone to dismantle the surveillance cameras in Lu Yuanzhi's villa, and there were only these pictures.

Yan Zedao immediately dug out the surveillance cameras of the villa here. During the days when he "lived in" in Lu Yuanzhi, the villa was already covered with surveillance cameras.

But he didn't check all day, because people were around.

Now he turned on the surveillance camera one of the few times to see the day when Lu Yuanzhi left.In the bedroom, he calmly opened the handcuffs and went downstairs.Stay in the living room.

Seeing the people on the surveillance screen, he slowly looked through the photos of different sizes, new or old, in the whole villa, then approached a place, squatted down, and looked at it for a long time.

Slowly tearing off the photo from the wall, Yan Ze told the person who saw the picture, and put the photo in his clothes pocket.

Yan Zedao trembled his fingers, and turned the monitor back to the front. Seeing the distance, he slowly looked over the wall, saw a certain place, and watched it carefully for a long time.

After a long time, he squatted down, gently took the photo off the wall, put it in the palm of his hand, put it in the pocket of his clothes, and stood up again.

Tears flowed down my eyes, my vision blurred, and my eyes shook again.

Slowly and frantically, he called up the video of Lu Jianzhi being "imprisoned" in the room before, and saw him watching TV.Concentrate on it, every night, like this.Below the video is the time between 20 o'clock and 22 o'clock at night, and it is just a fixed date and a channel.

Looking at the familiar person on the screen but never seeing him again, the fingers slid the keyboard and the mouse were trembling violently, unable to grasp steadily, and zoomed in on a certain corner of the screen.

Seeing the TV screen, it was a blurry figure.

If you zoom in again, you can't see clearly, it's full of unclear squares.Then he stared at the screen with tears in his eyes for a few minutes, and finally he saw what appeared to be a figure.

That figure, clothes, are exactly like the person he played in a costume drama.

The background of the picture is yellow sand all over the sky, the country's court hall, the people's worship, the corpses all over the field, the bones of thousands of people, and the power of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

The screen is zoomed out and returned to the previous size.The man on the screen, sitting and watching his own TV series, like this every night.Or moved, or sad.Or unhappy, or happy.

It was so blurry that I couldn't see everything in front of me.

The sight fades, the mind emerges.

The photo in his hand was a sneak shot of his boss at a certain banquet.This photo had a special precious and commemorative value for him before that, because at that banquet, the boss made eye contact with him for the first time.

It was also he who followed Lu Yuzhi for so long, Lu Yuzhi's first occasional "gaze" at him.

He knew that Lu Yuanzhi would not have a deep impression on such a stranger who only met his eyes once, so he didn't have any longing, but only greed.

Take another look.

After taking another look, the greed is bigger and you can notice me.

After noticing it, I became more greedy, and I was able to say a word to him.

So, so.

Become able to possess him.

Yan Zedao had no words at all, sobbing so hard that he was heartbroken.

And there is a trace of warm love under the despair of all thoughts.

Outside the window, the setting sun is like red, and the golden glow is everywhere.

The sea of ​​clouds is turbulent, purple and red.

"I am coming."

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