little widow

But there are too many similar lives, and Shi Xi is not happy.

He studied with Fang Yize during the day and was exhausted, and had to "study" from Gong Xingchuan at night, which was a double torture both mentally and physically.

Obviously already infinitely close to Xiying, Shi Qi's life is more tiring than that of Wuxiying, so he naturally wants to resist.

So when Gong Xingchuan came home, he found that Shi Xi was wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses that he didn't know where to get them, and he was holding a book and reading it together on the bed.

"have already eaten?"

He replied without raising his head, "I eat at school."

"Do you have homework?"

"Yes."

Gong Xingchuan went to the cloakroom to change clothes, came out and saw Shi Qi was still reading, so he walked over: "Where did you get the glasses?"

He covered his face with a book, raised his eyelids, and said listlessly, "It's next to the school."

"Myopic?" Gong Xingchuan frowned, and stretched out his hand to straighten Shi Xi's glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

"Only one thing, it's not serious." He put on a plain mirror to look like, how dare he go to the hospital?Immediately shook his head and refused, "I have morning class tomorrow, I don't have time to go to the hospital, let's talk about it on the weekend."

A dark light flashed in Gong Xingchuan's eyes, he suppressed the doubts in his heart, lifted the quilt, sat beside Shi Xi, and let him go a little.

Shi Qi enjoyed the sweetness, holding a book to read before going to bed every day, and was happy until the weekend, when he himself got hungry first.

So one day, Gong Xingchuan opened the door of his house and saw a little peacock lying on the sofa in only a shirt.

Shi Qi raised his chin when he heard the door open.

There was no hickey around the small mole on his neck, and his skin was white and tender.

Gong Xingchuan saw that Shi Xi had taken a shower, because the clothes around the nape of his neck were a little wet, but his hair was dry.

I didn't take a hair dryer to blow it well.

Seeing Gong Xingchuan not moving, Shi Qi cleared his throat and turned on a small screen: "Uncle, I'm itchy."

His purposefully low voice rustled, rolling on the tip of Gong Xingchuan's heart.

Gong Xingchuan turned on the light in the living room.

With a soft crisp sound, Shi Xi's earlobe seemed to be scratched.

He squinted his eyes, not quite used to the glare of the light, and in a daze, he saw a cluster of dark blue fire rising up.

Gong Xingchuan actually lit a cigarette at home.

Uncle rarely smokes.

Especially rarely smoke at home.

Firstly, they are not addicted to cigarettes, and secondly, they do not like the smell of cigarettes.

Shi Qi couldn't figure out what Gong Xingchuan was thinking, only felt that the man's gaze was unfathomable.He jumped off the sofa, ran a few steps, passed by Gong Xingchuan, turned off the lights in the room, and ran back to lie on the sofa again.

A little orange flame from the cigarette butt lit up the man's deep eyes.

Gong Xingchuan's suit and leather shoes are full of elite style, but his eyes are full of lust.

It seems that Shi Xi can be skinned and cramped with just a glance, and his bones will be smashed to ashes.

He hugged the cushions on the sofa, curled up into a small ball, trembling with excitement.

Sleeping is not complicated.

When the artistic conception arrives, it will be a matter of course; if the artistic conception is not there, no matter how much effort is spent, it will be useless.

At this moment, the artistic conception has arrived.

Shi Qi felt that he would be very refreshed at night, so he sauntered to Gong Xingchuan's side, stretched his arms, and hugged his uncle's waist.

"Uncle—" he just opened his mouth, and the faint smell of smoke drifted away from his nose.

Gong Xingchuan held the cigarette between his fingers, walked to the window, and stood still.

Shi Qi was a little dazed: "Uncle?"

"The company has a video conference tonight, so go to bed first."

Shiqi: "..."

Lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot, he finally understood the meaning of these words.

Shi Qi didn't feel guilty if Gong Xingchuan endured it, but he couldn't do it if he tolerated it himself.

Shi Xiaopeacock pattered barefoot in the living room, pretended to take a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, and went to the kitchen to wash an apple, all the while sneaking eyes on Gong Xingchuan.

Miyayukikawa was really dealing with work.

He reluctantly ate an apple, hiccupped, and rolled his eyes while listening to his uncle talking to the person on the other side of the screen.

He's about to start acting like a monster.

Although Gong Xingchuan was having a video conference, his mind was on Shi Qi.

Seeing him coming wobbly, he switched the video mode to voice.

In the next second, Shi Qi hugged Gong Xingchuan's neck, and called out sweetly, "Uncle."

The soft words were like a snake with a red core, exhaling warm breath, domineering in Gong Xingchuan's ear.

The employees at the other end of the tablet are watching their eyes, their noses, their noses, their noses, and their hearts, not daring to vent their atmosphere.

Gong Xingchuan raised his hand and patted the back of Shi Xi's hand.

"Uncle." He hummed breathily, "I'm sleepy."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Shi Qi, a night owl, shouted sleepy, just opening his eyes and talking nonsense.

But he felt he was right.

The nightlife starts at nine o'clock and finishes at twelve o'clock. There are three full hours in between. If you are lucky, you can take a bath.

Gong Xingchuan put down the tablet in his hand, turned around and stared at Shi Xi with big eyes.

He arched into his uncle's arms arrogantly, completely forgetting that there were many ears on the other side of the tablet.

Gong Xingchuan lowered his head, leaving a faint teeth mark on his snow-white neck: "Go and wait for me in the room."

Shi Xi agreed with his mouth, and after being let go by his uncle, he sat on the floor, holding his chin, watching Gong Xingchuan deliver the closing speech of the meeting.

His cell phone rang suddenly.

Shi Qi looked down and was amused.

On behalf of all the employees at the meeting, He Lan sent him a red envelope.

Thank him for pestering his boss and saving them from working overtime.

I hope that the "lady boss" will continue to work hard and become a modern "demon concubine", so that the king will never go to court early.

Shi Qi happily sent an emoji to cheer himself up secretly. When he looked up, he found that Gong Xingchuan had put down his tablet and was frowning at his phone screen.

He pressed the lock screen button guiltily: "Let's go, it's getting late."

"Why do you send red envelopes on WeChat?" Gong Xingchuan didn't see the chat records behind, he only saw the big red envelope sent by He Lan.

"This is the way young people communicate, uncle, there is a generation gap between you and me!"

Gong Xingchuan did not refute, but quickly proved by himself that there is no "gap" between himself and Shi Qi.

Not only no, they also negative distance.

The next morning, Gong Xingchuan came to the company on time under the disappointed gaze of all the employees.

Shi Qi, on the other hand, hurried, but was still late.

He sneaked into the lecture theater through the back door.

There were not many students who were late like him, but there were also quite a few. Everyone sat in the last few rows with a tacit understanding, and quickly filled up the empty seats.

Shi Qi was Fang Yize's student. Fang Yize taught college freshmen, and he followed suit.

Cen Jin is also in this class.

Cen Jin made his debut early, with a wonderful personality, more famous than Shi Qi, and a better reputation than Shi Qi, all the students in the school like him.

Cen Jin took advantage of Fang Yize's break in class and went to the back row to make up for late students.

This thing is very attractive.

After all, no one wants to be recorded as absent if they are a few minutes late.

Shi Qi watched Cen Jin holding the roster and quietly shuttled between the rear seats, but he knew he was being targeted if he didn't come to him.

Being targeted by Cen Jin, Shi Xi was not surprised at all.

They are competitive in their careers, and they are also rivals emotionally.

Of course, it now looks like Cen Jin has lost everything from the moment Shi Qi got the red book.

So Shi Qi didn't care so much about making up check-ins.

He only cared about Gong Xingchuan who refused to stop at night.

The slender fountain pen twirled around between the fingers.

Shi Xi couldn't help but smile a little.

Every minute and every second with my uncle is worth recalling.

"Student Shiqi." The empty seat beside him was suddenly filled with someone.

Cen Jin put the roster on the desk, without squinting: "Your foundation is too weak, no matter how long you study, it's useless."

Since his debut, what he has heard the most is negation. Even if Cen Jin speaks out the slander, it will not be able to hit him.

But Shi Qi didn't want to talk too much with Cen Jin, so he just pretended he didn't hear clearly, and lowered his head to write down a few words in his notebook.

"You have everything today because of Mr. Gong." Cen Jin said again.

Shi Qi laughed silently.

He tore off a piece of paper from his notebook, scribbled a few words, and threw it to Cen Jin.

Cen Jin took the crumpled ball of paper, unfolded it and glanced at it, his expression turned cold for a moment, he got up angrily and left from Shi Qi's side.

Shi Qi wrote: Am I a fool if I have resources and don’t use them?

However, the cymbals belonged to the cymbals, and Shi Qi worked harder.

He is very strong by nature, in order to achieve his goal, he will endure any hardship.

What's more, what Cen Jin said was right - he is not worthy of Gong Xingchuan, no matter it is now or three years ago.

But Shi Qi will no longer escape.

Since Gong Xingchuan chose him, what he has to do is not to feel sorry for himself, but to try his best to go to his uncle's side within a limited time.

If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain.

This is the truth that Shi Xi has learned long ago.

While Shi Qi was studying hard, big news broke out on the Internet.

The video of Cen Jin participating in the talent show playing big names in the early years was posted on the Internet by someone with a heart.

At the beginning, Shi Qi was too busy to look at his phone, so he listened to his classmates discussing this matter in private, so he remembered to open the trending search and check them one by one.

The video is very short, only a dozen seconds. Cen Jin, who has just debuted, stands in the corner of the stage, yelling loudly at the field manager who is moving the equipment, with constant dirty words, which is quite different from the polite and polite person shown in his usual days.

Originally, a video wouldn't stir up any splashes. After all, it's been a long time, and Cen Jin's fans are also united. Just find an excuse of "youthful and vigorous", and the popularity of the video will drop.

Unexpectedly, a music critic with millions of fans in the circle liked this Weibo.

The music critic has a very high status in the circle, and he also worked as a stage manager in his early years.

The sudden praise made Cen Jin's fans lose their minds.

They rushed to the music critic's Weibo account, exhaling sweetly. Seeing this, the music critic's fans rose up and fought back, putting Cen Jin on the forefront in an instant.

Music critics also chose to respond.

He didn't explain anything, just issued a long-faded work permit.

It turned out that he was the field manager who was cursed by Cen Jin.

Really answered that sentence: 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi.

In the past, Cen Jin didn't take stage affairs seriously, but now the field affairs is already a well-known music critic in the industry, and he will never be bullied by him again.

After the music critics spoke out, more and more people stood up and described the scene where they were bullied by Cen Jin.

Overnight, the popular niche became a street rat.

Later, an account that is well-known on the Internet for its superb computer skills suddenly posted a processed video.

The video is nothing but the confession of Shi Xiangguo and Ding Xin.

However, the processed video focused on the teleprompter reflected in the window glass, and the screenshot was magnified countless times.

Interestingly, the person holding the teleprompter also showed half of his hand.

In the mosaic-like photo, there is a dark gray arc on the wrist of the hand holding the teleprompter.

During that time, Cen Jin was wearing a unique silver-gray bracelet in the Reuters pictures.