Don't move, say goodbye! [Quick Transmigration]

Two years ago, when Sheng Zhao was doing nothing, he was stopped by Mo Xiaoye, the owner of Wangqing Bar, who said that as long as he was willing to visit her bar once a week, not only would he have free drinks, but he would also be given a generous gift. remuneration.

When meeting the second-generation Zhu Lingdang, Sheng Zhao, who was not short of money, naturally ignored him, but the other party kept pestering him, probably because he could see the boredom in his eyes, Mo Xiaoye made an interesting suggestion.

As the name suggests, Wangqing Bar often attracts customers who have bumpy emotional paths. At a certain time, if Sheng Zhao can indirectly help them get rid of the shadow of love, not only can they make money, but they can also find some fun in life.

"How can I help?"

Mo Xiaoye chuckled, and said, "You don't have to do anything, just watch the show."

It has to be said that Mo Xiaoye did not lie. After trying it once with the mentality of killing time, Sheng Zhao became interested.

What helps people get rid of the shadow of love, to put it bluntly, is to make him a vase tool.

The drama of the scumbag turning back happens every day. If the poor little guy who dumped the scumbag gets entangled, Mo Xiaoye will tactfully recommend him the extra service at the Wangqing Bar. By his side, he introduced Sheng Zhao, the 'current boyfriend', to his entangled ex.

So if someone came to recognize him as a boyfriend, he didn't have to admit or deny it, he just had to watch a farce. This was the way Mo Xiaoye came up with to get rich.

The secret is that when Sheng Zhao is sitting honestly, his appearance is really bluffing. Any ex who sees that his love rival is such a stunner in the world will have his head buzzing and feel discouraged.

The additional business of the bar has become a major selling point of Mo Xiaoye's business. Sheng Zhao will come here every weekend if he is free. Those so-called "love history" can barely be counted as customers. This is also the reason why Li Cha can't find out the detailed process. Which part Love history can't describe this kind of experience!

...It turned out that it was really just for fun, watching a movie and giving money.

After learning the truth, Tan Qiao wanted to die a little.

"...You won't be beaten like this?"

"No." Sheng Zhao said meaningfully, "I will only be chased."

Tan Qiao was speechless for a moment. Compared with just now, his momentum was weaker, not at 01:30.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier."

Sheng Zhao snorted, "Who knows what's going on in your head?"

The leaking article that Tan Qiao showed him only had the names of a few people. The whistleblower claimed that these people had met him in a bar, and that they had met each other for no more than a week, which showed that there was some kind of shady deal or something.

After reading that post again, Tan Qiao's face turned blue and white.

The nickname of the person who broke the news was Xiao Yezi, and Wang Qing Bar was mentioned at least twenty times in the full text, not only that, but also advertised three times at the end of the article, introducing the address of the bar and discounts.

"Have you heard of the popularity? Mo Xiaoye deliberately wrote unclearly, and even made a gimmicky title, just to promote her store."

Tan Qiao, a tycoon in the business world, was cheated and killed half of his life by the female businesswoman in this way.

"After all, you don't believe me?"

"..." Tan Qiao bowed her head silently.

"Think I'm promiscuous?"

"..." Tan Qiao bent over.

"Sexing with other people casually, disgusting?"

"Stop talking..." Tan Qiao rubbed his forehead against his shoulder, begging for mercy coquettishly.

Seeing his ashamed look of wanting to get into the ground, Sheng Zhao decided to settle the debt later, and after his tense spirit relaxed, he almost laughed when he recalled the moment just now.

He touched his chin: "Speaking of which, I still have a commission that I haven't recovered."

Tan Qiao immediately stepped down the steps and answered dryly: "What commission?"

"There was a little guy who was obsessed with Shen Xinglan. Back then, he gave me a month's living expenses."

"Shen Xinglan? Then what?"

"Then..."

Sheng Zhao hooked his waist and pulled him closer, expertly picked up those two chattering lips, his expression was flirtatious and flirtatious, he was just a pure and seductive vixen.

"Didn't I help him?"

......

On the second day after Shen Xinglan fell into the water, there were only a few sporadic news on the Internet implying that something had happened within the crew of "Locking Love", with Qiaotou Entertainment in charge, the incident really did not cause any splashes.

However, the production crew stopped working that day because Shen Xinglan caught a cold and fell ill, so the progress had to be stalled.

The crew who had witnessed everything knew that the cold was not an accident. Fortunately, the wool came from the sheep. The longer the filming cycle of the film crew, the more filming costs would be paid by Tan Qiao, the sole investor.

The rich and powerful Tan Qiao didn't care about those mosquito legs. Shen Xinglan disappeared for three whole days, and Sheng Zhao also took a three-day long vacation. He took the initiative to drive to the company to pick him up every night, which really flattered Tan Qiao for two days.

On the third night, the two of them made an appointment in advance to go out for dinner. By the way, they made an appointment for a meeting or something. At around seven o'clock, Sheng Zhao came to the company downstairs to pick him up on time.

After get off work, Tan Qiao didn't look like a president at all. He was wrapped in a fluffy coat and a milky white sweater inside. When he was waiting on the side of the road, he was even mistaken by a passing girl for an entertainer from Qiaotou Entertainment, and ran away blushing. Come for a signature.

The familiar car just stabilized, he smiled apologetically at the other party, and got into the car as if fleeing.

"It's quite popular." Sheng Zhao teased with a half-smile.

"...not as good as you."

As the world's first protagonist who has less peach blossoms than cannon fodder, Tan Qiao will feel ashamed to some extent, and doesn't want to talk about it.

"When did you learn your driver's license?" He changed the subject.

"Eighteen." Stretching out his hand to smooth his curled hair, Sheng Zhao said lightly, "Idle is idle."

The current Sheng Zhao 22, if he is an adult, means that he lived in this world at least four years ago.

Tan Qiao really wanted to know when he came here, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear that both of them would be depressed after asking, which would ruin the dating atmosphere that was so hard to create.

After a brief silence for a few seconds, he laughed and said, "You're a bit handsome when you're driving."

"Really?" Sheng Zhao turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "One million is not enough for a part-time driver."

Tan Qiao raised her chin and said generously: "Make me happy, I'll give you everything."

Halfway through the bragging, the phone couldn't stand it anymore, Shen Xinglan's name appeared on the vibrating screen, Tan Qiao stared at it for a few seconds before picking it up.

"Tan Qiao, come here..."

Different from the stubborn and stubborn tone back then, Shen Xinglan's voice on the other side of the microphone was weak and outrageous: "I'm not feeling well..."

"Shen Xinglan? Are you okay?...Hello?"

There was no answer, the phone was not hung up, and there was no sound from the other end, as if the owner of the phone passed out.

Tan Qiao had a bad premonition, and her first reaction was to contact Shen Xinglan's assistant to inquire about the situation. The little assistant was so anxious that she almost cried, saying that Shen Xinglan locked herself at home for three days, and she didn't know how to eat unless she went to see a doctor. They didn't take the medicine, and when they knocked on the door, there would be the sound of throwing things at the door, and no one dared to go in.

What the hell is the protagonist Gong doing? ? ?

Tan Qiao's mind flashed Shen Xinglan's eyes after crawling out of the water, and his right eyelid twitched. He couldn't be brooding about that incident.

...So, if something happens to Shen Xinglan, he is the culprit?

In connection with Shen Xinglan's violent temper and narrow-minded personality, the more Tan Qiao thought about it, the more she felt that this was a possibility. Shen Xinglan, who had such a strong self-esteem as a director, would definitely not be able to stand being ashamed in public.

Turning around at the intersection, Sheng Zhao suddenly said, "Go and have a look, so as not to leave any sequelae."

"no need?"

Tan Qiao didn't want to cancel the date schedule after all, "I'll let his assistant go."

"Does the assistant have a key?" Sheng Zhao said calmly as he drove the car expressionlessly, "You are the only one who has the key to his house."

Tan Qiao was speechless, and replied awkwardly: "...um."

The car drove at the fastest speed all the way, and the atmosphere inside the car was a bit weird.

This time, Tan Qiao had separated from the protagonist Gong when he first arrived. It stands to reason that Shen Xinglan would not be an obstacle between them, but once they inevitably meet, the oppressive feeling of suffocation is always inevitable.

Tan Qiao took a peek at Sheng Zhao, unable to figure out what he was thinking.

It's not like being angry, but it's definitely not happy. It looks like you are driving seriously, but your eyes are scattered, as if you are thinking about something.

Half an hour later, the car turned off downstairs in the community, Sheng Zhao let out a long breath, and the night fell, covering his expression so that it was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

"Go up and wake him up, come down immediately, keep the door open, and leave the rest to the assistant."

Tan Qiao froze for a moment, then raised her finger to herself: "I'm going alone?"

Sheng Zhao's tone was a little stiff: "Well, I'll give you 5 minutes."

Although I am confused, now is not the time to ask. The road conditions in City A are not good. Shen Xinglan's assistant will arrive in half an hour. The original owner of this house has been here many times. After inheriting his memory, Tan Qiao is familiar with the road. I found the twelfth floor.

There was no response after knocking on the door a few times. In addition to the key, the community also set up a combination lock. Fortunately, Shen Xinglan didn't change it, and it was still the Christmas date three years ago.

After pushing open the door, the room was pitch-black. Tan Qiao fumbled to turn on the light, and the first thing she saw was Shen Xinglan, whose skin was burned pink and fainted on the sofa.

There were various pills scattered on the coffee table, as well as various newspapers and magazines, garbage and sundries in a mess. In the past three years, Shen Xinglan was taken care of by the original owner and almost lost the ability to take care of herself. The home of a big star.

"Shen Xinglan!"

Tan Qiao hurried forward, tested his temperature with his hands, and gasped in shock.

"Even if you are the protagonist Gong, you can't risk your life like this?!"

If Shen Xinglan didn't see a doctor or take medicine when he was sick, if Shen Xinglan hadn't made this call, even the protagonist's halo wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Having never experienced this kind of thing before, Tan Qiao was confused for a while, recalling Sheng Zhao's words in his mind, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call 120.

Before the call was dialed, the phone was knocked out with one hand. Tan Qiao was stunned, and the next second, she suddenly fell into a hot embrace.

"Talking about Joe...?"

Shen Xinglan, who was so burnt out, hugged him tightly, as if holding a lost and recovered treasure, her much thinner body and hoarse voice trembled slightly.

"I knew it."

Shen Xinglan breathed a sigh of relief, the scalding heat passing over Tan Qiao's neck made him tremble, but Shen Xinglan hugged him even tighter: "I knew it, nothing changed."

"Tan Qiao, it's all my fault, please...don't leave me."

......

The roads in the high-end residential area are spacious and bright. Sheng Zhao lowered the car window, and the crisp cold air filled his lungs.

...5 minutes, 10 minutes, three 10 minutes.

A full half an hour later, after Shen Xinglan's assistant arrived, the co-pilot's door was opened again.

After getting into the car, Tan Qiao fastened her seat belt silently, looked out the window with a dazed expression, and said nothing.

Sheng Zhao looked at him quietly without starting the engine. After 5 minutes like this, Tan Qiao turned his head to look suspiciously as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Why don't you go back? It's late, it's not too late..."

The following words were sealed between his lips and teeth, Sheng Zhao suddenly leaned forward, clasped one hand behind his head, and kissed him irresistibly.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2019-12-1701:43:08~2019-12-1800:42:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: I like you so much, you will know one;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I like you so much, you will know, Hanhan 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of durian saigao; 10 bottles of fish slices, bread, tea and rice;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!