Overlord: Put your clothes on [Entertainment Circle]

During the ten-hour flight back to London, Su Lanqiao hadn't fully fallen asleep. When she closed her eyes, she saw Chu Cheng's face, Chu Cheng's voice, and his uncontrollable panting.

He couldn't help fastening the black shirt that came out, the high-quality fabric was soft and close-fitting, and it seemed that he could still feel a little bit of Chu Cheng's warmth.

Last night, after the two of them were exhausted, Chu Cheng carried him to take a shower.

This man looks fierce, but he is a natural gentleman and gentle in his bones.

He replayed those clips over and over again, and then fell asleep contentedly, and arrived at Heathrow Airport just like that, half asleep and half awake.

As soon as he got off the plane, he received a call from Yue Xi, who said excitedly, "What happened to you when you were filming that day?"

"It's nothing, it's very pleasant." Su Lanqiao walked towards the parking lot while pushing the luggage easily.

Yue Xi suspiciously said, "The money for the advertisement is settled, and I will transfer it to you later. But, they paid three times. You didn't make some shady deal behind my back, did you?"

Su Lanqiao paused, and hooked the corners of her mouth, "Chu's really paid three times?"

Tsk, this sleep is really worth it.

"Yes, I have confirmed it several times." Yue Xi sighed, "It really is a big company, so generous!"

Su Lanqiao lowered her eyes and dimpled in her smile, "Return the money, I don't want any of it. I will transfer your share to you alone."

"Why? I don't understand." Yue Xi was at a loss, with a tone of distress for money, "You are just a newcomer, and you don't have much money in your pocket. Besides, who would think there is too much money?"

"No, go back." Su Lanqiao's tone was very firm, he just wanted to make Chu Cheng grieve, the kind that stuck in his heart like a thorn, and could gnash his teeth when he thought about it over and over again.

He finds it interesting just to imagine that wonderful face.

Yue Xi sighed, hating iron for nothing, "I'm really retreating, hey, if you don't want to help poor people like me, it's worth hundreds of thousands."

"Stop talking, I'm getting ready to get in the car." The smile on Su Lanqiao's face faded instantly, she leaned slightly and leaned on the handlebar of the suitcase, waiting for the butler in the car to get off.

The housekeeper's name is Ryan, and he is an old servant in the family for decades. His hair is covered with gray hair, and his whole face is a bit dilapidated by the weather of the years.

He bowed respectfully, took the box, "Master, you are back."

"Where's Alan?" Su Lanqiao stepped into the car with long legs, threw her tired body into the soft leather seat, and adjusted her posture several times before she felt a little more comfortable.

The housekeeper hesitated to speak, and stammered, "As I told you on the phone before, the second young master said that when you come back, he will dig out your mother's ashes in front of you. Now all the workers are here. .”

"Drive back." Su Lanqiao gritted her teeth, this little bastard is looking for a cigarette.

Su Lanqiao and his younger brother Alan are half-brothers. Alan regards him as a thorn in his side, and he has been arrogant and domineering since he was a child.Also because his mother is Chinese, he was ridiculed as a bastard with impure blood.

Heh, who cares about this broken British blood, he would rather only have the name Su Lanqiao in his life.

Children in this complex family grow up to be either indifferent or paranoid.

In the past few years, Su Lanqiao has returned to his mother's hometown Chengdu to study, and has been working as a model since graduation in the past half a year. If he didn't come back every year on his mother's death day, he would not want to step into this house.

The mother's tombstone has been standing alone in the back garden east of the castle for a long time.

Time is too fast, eight years in a flash.

The car arrived at the castle in Cambridge Town. The entire building covers an area of ​​60 acres. The medieval design is more tasteful after the baptism of time, and it is low-key and luxurious everywhere.

He really doesn't lack that little advertising money.

Su Lanqiao strode around the bushes towards the back garden, caught the worker who was using the shovel, and said each word in a cold voice, "Try moving again?"

"I thought you wouldn't come back this year." Alan leaned lazily against a tree beside him, raised a smirk, and opened his arms, "Long time no see, don't you want to hug one?"

Su Lanqiao looked up coldly, her voice lost all warmth, "Don't be so hypocritical, did this tombstone offend you?"

"This house is beautiful, but every time I'm in a bad mood and want to take a walk, I always feel eerie when I walk here." Alan curled his neck together, pretending to be scared, "You know I'm timid. , I'm afraid... there are ghosts."

A few workers laughed wantonly while holding shovels.

That's it, it's always been like this, in this family, no one really respected his mother.

Obviously such a gentle person, he was bleak when he was alive, but he was still not clean after death.

Su Lanqiao gently walked up and brushed away the dust on the tombstone, revealing the word "Su Yun", which seemed out of place with the surrounding cursive English.

The woman in the photo is smiling like a flower, frozen in a very young look.

This kid Alan has a real heart but no guts, he just took a shovel to mow weeds, and humiliated him by the way, so he didn't dare to make a real noise.

Su Lanqiao stared at the photo for a while, and then slowly said, "I will bring her back to China when I have a chance. But even if this tombstone is empty, it must be placed here, and no one is allowed to move it."

"It's all Ryan's talkativeness." Alan frowned, and his London accent sounded quite contrived, "So how many days are you going to stay this time?"

"Don't worry about me, Gua Wazi." Su Lanqiao raised her eyebrows, a strand of hair fell down slightly, her beautiful eyes were full of disdain.

After staying in Chengdu for a few years, I know what I should learn.

"What do you mean? Are you yelling at me in Chinese again?" Alan stepped forward and pressed his shoulder, his whole face was tangled up, and his voice changed, "Believe it or not, I will find a Chinese The translation follows?"

Su Lanqiao smiled with the corners of her mouth hooked, her whole face was beautiful and arrogant, and she said silently, "There is a bag in the head."

Although he was swearing, his tone was lazy, but it was really nice.

He turned around and paced towards the main entrance, "Clean up the weeds around the tombstone for me. I'll be in a better mood. I can give you half of the company's shares."

This is Alan's death.

My father is now lying in the intensive care unit with his life hanging by a thread.There is no will, but according to the usual practice, the company and the house are inherited by the boss.

Now Alan's mother and son are jumping in a hurry, trying to do everything possible to get up and down the will.

Su Lanqiao withdrew her expression and became indifferent.

He really didn't have the slightest interest in this mess of fighting for family property.

After resting at home for a few days, Su Lanqiao finally felt a little less sore from that night.

Chu moved very quickly. The plane that was just shot before has been renewed on various platforms in the past two days. In an instant, this fresh face began to appear in front of netizens with high frequency.

Su Lanqiao glanced at the comments on TruthOfficial, the official blog of Chu's underwear series, most of them were exaggerated and the same.

He used to be a model to pass the time, but he didn't expect to meet Chu Cheng this time due to his luck.

It's just that since he asked Yuexi to return the money that day, there has been no movement there.

It's been half a month, and Chu Cheng turned this matter over?

Su Lanqiao thought to herself, it really is Mr. Chu, who has seen the world and can hold his breath.

He read the recent report on Chu Cheng on his phone again, and while walking blindly with his head down, he unconsciously walked all the way to Cambridge, which is Chu Cheng's alma mater.

When he was in high school, he occasionally skipped class and sneaked into Cambridge many times. Sometimes Chu Cheng was playing basketball, sometimes he was in class, and most of the time he sat in the library alone with a blank expression on his face.

In the past, I thought about going to the same school as Chu Cheng, and if we went to the same place, we would meet, maybe we could develop something.

However, there was a 5-year-old gap between the two of them. Before he had time, Chu Cheng had already returned to China to inherit the company.

Always close.

Su Lanqiao leaned against a tree in a daze, and her thoughts scattered.The phone in his pocket vibrated for a while before he reacted and took it out to pick it up.

Over there, he first reported his family name, "Hi, I'm Ling Feng, President Chu's assistant, we met before."

Su Lanqiao's gray eyes lit up, thinking to himself, he's here, he's here, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and found him, but his tone on the surface was forced to remain stable, "I remember, what's wrong?"

"Recently, your advertisement has been launched, and the response has been good, and the sales have also brought a lot. So why don't you want the advertisement fee?" Ling Feng is also a messenger, especially after knowing the reason, he feels even more ashamed and flustered.

He glanced at Chu Cheng who was sitting in the leather chair next to him, and couldn't help but add something in his heart, "I'll keep it if I give it to you, what's wrong with Tsundere."

Su Lanqiao smiled, and it has been half a month since I was entangled with this matter with him, "I left a note with Mr. Chu, he understands."

The phone was on hands-free, Ling Feng almost bit his tongue when he heard this, his heart throbbed violently.

This brat still dared to mention a note. With such a sentence, several departments were forced to work overtime until midnight that day.

"This little bastard's Chinese is not good, Mr. Chu, don't worry about it." Ling Feng turned his head and smiled.

Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes, picked up the phone on his desk and walked to the window, bluntly said, "Little cat, what do you mean?"

It's been a while since I heard this voice, the deep voice came over the phone, Su Lanqiao's heart was numb, and her ears turned red unconsciously, "Mr. Chu, you're here too."

"Well, I'll wait for your explanation." Chu Cheng leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, touching the red marks on his neck that had almost disappeared.He really has a grudge about this matter, and he must tie this little wild cat back and teach him a lesson.

The corners of Su Lanqiao's mouth rose wildly. There is no explanation for this. Isn't it just a trick to attract your attention, but there is another set of rhetoric in his mouth, "It was a beautiful night. Expressing gratitude with money is not the best thing for you businessmen." Simple and direct way? Don't get me wrong."

Chu Cheng snorted, "I also think it's good, so I have a way to thank you."

"Okay, tell me." Su Lanqiao pressed the phone to record. The voice was so nice that I couldn't help but want to think about it a few more times.

Chu Cheng's voice came clearly and resoundingly, "Su Lanqiao, when you come back, I will sign you as the spokesperson of the Truth underwear series."

Su Lanqiao's heart was beating like thunder, almost jumping out of her throat.

Eight years later, Chu Cheng finally knew his name this time, calling him Su Lanqiao.