The rich and noble son is lurking by his side [Rebirth]

The two of them went upstairs at a high speed, and came to the door of the meeting room at the end of the corridor.

Zhen Lang's brows were full of gloom, and he quickly pushed the door open and entered.

The huge conference room was brightly lit. Across a huge conference table, he saw several of Zhen Yaoming's subordinates standing in a deep corner of the conference room. From this angle, he did not see the thin figure.

A bad premonition arose in Zhen Lang's heart, his face became even more gloomy, and he walked towards those people with some hesitation.

When several burly men saw Zhen Lang approaching, they turned around and saluted respectfully.

Zhen Lang frowned and walked closer. In the center surrounded by those people, he finally saw that person kneeling on the marble floor with his back to him.

There is no one else to block the line of sight, the young man's thin back is completely in sight, a long-lost sense of familiarity sweeps over, and Zhen Lang can't help trembling his eyelashes.

On Yashibai's floor, there were a few shocking drops of blood. The boy didn't turn around, but from this angle, he could see the messy black hair, ripped neckline, and a few black shoe prints around his waist, which were enough to make people guess where he was just now. what happened.

During the game conference last month, the tragedy of the male fan who was beaten up by Zhen Yaoming is still in front of his eyes.

The veins on Zhen Lang's temples twitched, he was so angry that he was speechless for a moment, choked up for a while, and then angrily shouted: "What are you doing?"

Zhen Lang didn't often get angry with his subordinates, but after accumulating power for a long time, he could instantly overwhelm him with a single word.

Those people's shoulders trembled, and they said with some guilt: "Mr. Zhen, we, we also follow Brother Ming's instructions..."

Zhen Lang's face was gloomy, as if he could strike a thunderbolt at any moment.

Several subordinates looked at each other, not daring to say anything.

Zhen Yaoming then hurried over, walked up to Zhen Lang, and whispered, "Brother, didn't you ask me to talk to this kid? We've already talked." He winked at his subordinates, "Really. Let's talk to him gone."

"What are you talking about?" Zhen Lang turned around and asked sharply.

Zhen Yaoming was so drunk that his whole body trembled, the more he spoke, the lower his voice: "Just talk, just talk about whether he will see Zhen Rui in the future..."

Zhen Lang felt his head buzzing and didn't want to say another word to his cousin.

He took a few steps towards the man, intending to lift him up from the ground first, and then inspect the injury.Just after taking a few steps, my feet stumbled and I stepped on something.

Zhen Lang moved his foot away, and saw a thin silver chain lying quietly on the marble floor. The pendant on the chain was a classic music symbol, and the silver-white metal texture shone with a cold gleam.

The moment he saw the silver jewelry, Zhen Lang's pupils constricted suddenly, and when he looked up at the man again, his eyes were full of horror and disbelief.

——Could it be him?

Zhen Lang knelt down on one knee, picked up the thin chain, and held it in his hand.Then he took a few steps forward, bent down, stretched out his hand and caressed the boy's arm with some hesitation.

As soon as the fingertips touched the man's clothes, he was suddenly withdrawn by the man and struggled away vigorously.

The people next to him had already experienced the boy's stubbornness, so they couldn't help but gasped.President Canglang is famous everywhere, when did he encounter this kind of treatment.

Zhen Yaoming said sternly: "You son of a bitch, you haven't been beaten enough, have you?" He wanted to say something, but was restrained by Zhen Lang's stern gaze.

Zhen Lang withdrew his hand, pondered his words, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I came to you to have a good talk. My subordinate was reckless and hurt you. I'm really sorry. I will definitely take care of your injuries. Responsible……"

The boy twitched the corner of his bleeding lips, turned his back on the speaker and let out a soft snort.

Enough fighting, vent your anger, explain the "misunderstanding" again, and throw some money to settle the matter.Isn't this the method commonly used by those dandies and rich young men?

As a rich and unkind person, he has seen a lot recently.He thinks that he can do whatever he wants with money, bully the weak, bully men and women, and maintain the image of the outside world.

The speaker, he, and his subordinates are no different from the scum who imprisoned and persecuted himself.Lu Keyu hated these people deeply.

The air in the room became silent and stale after the boy's snort.

The young man supported the floor with one hand, and the edge of the conference table with the other, propped up his thin body bit by bit, turned around swayingly, and looked away with his dark pupils, neither glanced at the speaker, nor Take a look at the people who are fisting at him.

As the boy turned around, the atmosphere froze for a moment.

The boy's long bangs were soaked in cold sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands, revealing his handsome face.

After seeing the boy's face clearly, Zhen Lang unconsciously held his breath, his eyelashes fluttered, and his heart beat wildly like a drum.

The handsome young man with swollen browbones and bloody lips turned out to be the young man he had thought about for several years, secretly liked for several years, and died for him.

Today happened to be the first day after five years. Zhen Lang thought about today, so he tried to get close to him, looking for an opportunity to confess to him.Whether he accepts it or not, he no longer has any regrets.Unexpectedly, this person appeared in front of him by himself.

Zhen Lang looked at the young man with scorching eyes, and his mind was in turmoil.

Several subordinates looked at Zhen Lang inexplicably, and even Zhen Yaoming, who was nervous, felt Zhen Lang's violent shaking.

Gu Running, who had always been calm and reserved, couldn't help but gasped in surprise when he saw the boy's face clearly.

Although this man's face was covered with bruises, he couldn't hide his handsome appearance. He looked like a virtual boy who had walked out of the game just now. He was the "Little Dream Piano Prince" who Zhen Lang had solemnly sworn sovereignty over.

"Dream..." Just as Gu Running was about to say it, he realized that Zhen Lang's earthy nickname was too much to say.

He turned his head to look at his friend, and found that his friend was also full of astonishment.

The thing in Zhen Lang's hand flashed a silver light. Gu Running stared at it and recognized it as a "treble clef" that symbolized music. Combined with the nickname of the raider, Gu Running felt that everything tonight was very magical.

He frowned in thought, and then thought of something: "Ah Lang, the character design of that game..."

Zhen Lang stared at the young man in front of him with eyes like black jade, and said in a nonchalant manner, "I told you before, it was Zhen Rui who made the character..."

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other tacitly, as if they had an epiphany.

——Zhen Rui made the character design of that game...

——Zhen Rui frequently dates nightclub boys...

Looking at the "top card" of this powder snow paradise, which looks similar to the characters in that game, Gu Running feels that the answer is self-evident.

Zhen Rui's character design has a prototype, and the prototype is right in front of them.