Brilliant

Mo Beicheng was upset all day, plus he was worried about Wen Mingyuan's dinner today, and he made countless mistakes when making milk tea. Fortunately, Wei Qiumiao was always by his side to help. Zhang Lian really couldn't get angry, so no big trouble happened.

"What's wrong with you today?" Wei Qiumiao asked him when he was packing up and returning home from get off work, but Mo Beicheng just shook his head and didn't answer.

Wei Qiumiao had no choice but to remind him to pay attention to safety on the road, don't take any troubles to heart, they will pass.

Mo Beicheng didn't say anything, he just promised that he wouldn't do this next time.

When he got home, the room was pitch dark. Mo Beicheng thought that Wen Mingyuan should have come back early, but how did he not come back at this time.Mo Beicheng glanced at the clock. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

what the hell?Didn't you mean just a simple meal?

When Mo Beicheng reached out and was about to turn on the light, a voice suddenly came from the room: "Don't turn on the light."

Mo Beicheng was taken aback, but he could still hear that it was Wen Mingyuan's voice. Mo Beicheng felt something was wrong when he saw this situation. He hurriedly touched the living room while leaning on the wall, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?" Is something wrong? Did today's dinner not go well?"

"That's right." Wen Mingyuan's voice was tinged with tears, "You can say no."

Mo Beicheng frowned. He groped around, trying to find where Wen Mingyuan was.

"The leader who came today told me that he wanted me to sleep with him for one night." Wen Mingyuan said with a wry smile, "I have always felt that they are a bit weird these days. Such a good contract, I didn't expect to try it out after following their leader's words."

Mo Beicheng froze in place, and asked, "Wen Mingyuan, where are you?"

He was a little scared, in the vast darkness, he could only hear Wen Mingyuan's voice, but he couldn't find where Wen Mingyuan was at all.

Wen Mingyuan ignored him, and just said to himself: "I knew it, it's not that simple, it's still like this after so many years..."

Mo Beicheng finally determined Wen Mingyuan's position this time. He walked behind the sofa, stroked Wen Mingyuan's head, and sat on the ground with him.

"I can only say that I was lucky. I found out that he had no good intentions before signing the contract. Otherwise, if I signed into this company, I will suffer in the future." Wen Mingyuan made a joke that was not funny, and then laughed twice to himself, " But that leader is really disgusting, he actually told me that he asked me to sleep with him to make me obedient, I can go to hell."

"Well, fuck it." Mo Beicheng imitated Wen Mingyuan and uttered the first swear word in his life.

Hearing what Mo Beicheng said, Wen Mingyuan burst into laughter. He tilted his head and looked at Mo Beicheng's unreal face in the dark, pretending to be milky and asked: "Little brother, hello cute."

Mo Beicheng pushed him: "Shut up."

"Hey," Wen Mingyuan stretched his waist, "What should I do next, I offended a very serious person, and I won't be able to get along in the future."

This sentence is not false. That leader has been in the entertainment industry for many years. Wen Mingyuan didn't want to offend him at first, but he just found an excuse to refuse. Unexpectedly, the leader suddenly said the words to death, and now Wen Mingyuan's violent temper It's lit, just leave.

Although I know that the future will be difficult, this is a principle and there is no need to discuss it.

Mo Beicheng lowered his head: "There will always be a way."

"I'm tired, Mo Beicheng." This was the first time Wen Mingyuan called Mo Beicheng's name seriously. He looked at his fingers, "I'm really tired. Others have a more tenacious will, other people like me have long given up and went home, etc., they always say that about me.”

Mo Beicheng listened quietly without replying.

"Actually, I have nowhere to go," Wen Mingyuan laughed at himself, "I have nowhere to go back..."

"I..." When Mo Beicheng wanted to comfort him that he had nowhere to go, Wen Mingyuan suddenly stood up.

"Forget it, forget it, since there is no place to go, let's stay here!" Wen Mingyuan stood up, stretched his arms and said, "Little brother, I'm going to bed first, you should go to bed early too, I can forget about it tomorrow."

Mo Beicheng swallowed, he had seen this kind of behavior before.

Cover up your pain with a smile, and pull yourself back from the cliff every time you are on the verge of collapse.

He has seen.

He had seen crazier, more terrifying smiles than this one.

Memories of being imprisoned came one after another. Torn plush dolls, the chaotic sound of the piano, and glass scattered everywhere, one by one, appeared in front of Mo Beicheng's eyes like slides. What else seems to be lacking in the background Music, yes, and women screaming.

These broken scenes suddenly distorted, blended, and overlapped in Mo Beicheng's mind, and finally turned into a crazy abstract painting.

"Wen Mingyuan!" Mo Beicheng stopped him, this was the first time he called Wen Mingyuan in such a tense voice, "Don't be like this..."

Wen Mingyuan also heard that something was wrong with Mo Beicheng's voice, so he hurried over to support Mo Beicheng, "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Beicheng stroked his bangs, "I'm fine, don't do this... There must be a way, there must be a company that wants you."

"I know, I know." Wen Mingyuan replied, "Actually, this is not the first time. I've seen it a lot. After a few months, the leader will still remember me. I will still be a good guy by then."

Seeing that his mood was not right, Wen Mingyuan hurried to comfort him.

Wen Mingyuan was really sad that he missed this opportunity, but if he really slept with that leader, he would only regret it even more.

Mo Beicheng nodded.

But he knew in his heart that Wen Mingyuan's words were just perfunctory.

At midnight, Wen Mingyuan's even breathing came from the bedroom, but Mo Beicheng, who was sleeping on the sofa bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up cautiously, walking lightly to ensure that he would not make any loud noises, and then he groped to find the violin case he had placed in the corner. After opening the case, Mo Beicheng pulled out the violin case he had placed before. The few sheets of paper in the interlayer seemed to have been crumpled by someone, and then carefully flattened by someone.

This is the score he discarded at that time, and now it has become a proof of Mo Beicheng's ability.

God really likes to joke around with people.

Mo Beicheng took out Shen Fengming's business card from his trousers pocket. At this time, the dark clouds were floating, and the moon that had been covered by it suddenly revealed its original appearance. The watery moonlight poured into the room through the French windows on the balcony, overwhelming It fell on Mo Beicheng.

On the business card in his hand, the three gold-plated characters of Shen Fengming reflected the moonlight, making it even more dazzling.

There was a miserable smile on the corner of Mo Beicheng's mouth. He had failed to save his M with these music scores. This time, he must use these things to save his W.

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