You are really not the father of the child

The little flower demon leaned on the pillow, listened to Geng Yihuai's orderly list of all the conditions, and suddenly sat up, looking at Geng Yihuai with slightly annoyed eyes.

"...Are you willing—" Geng Yihuai paused.

Yan Qing's gaze cast on him as if it were real, instantly reminding him of the little flower demon's sullen face telling him not to make noise just now.

"Mr. Geng, I don't want to." He refused without asking anything.

Someone is already living in Mr. Geng's house.

That person likes to put cute pillows on the sofa, and he also owns an elegant and noble grand piano. When he plays the piano, there is a melodious sound. Even he, who is squatting outside the house, can hear the superb skills contained in it.

Yan Qing saw the rare astonishment flashing in Geng Yihuai's deep eyes, as if he never thought of such an answer.

He bit his lower lip, and confirmed again: "I'm fine here, we...we were just accidents."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a strong wind blowing outside, and there was a burst of coolness in the "good" room. The tape on the window couldn't hold it up, and a hole was blown open by the wind, and the cold wind gushed into it.

Yan Qing: "..."

The weather is too embarrassing!

Geng Yihuai probably thought he was dissatisfied with the bargaining chip of the agreement: "Is there any place and condition that I didn't consider just now, you can mention it."

Yan Qing felt a little unspeakable when he thought of someone living in Geng Yihuai's house but asked him to mention this matter. He shook his head, his face tensed, and his expression was serious: "It's not a condition, it's just that I don't want to."

There can be many reasons for not wanting to, but only one emotion.Don't want to just don't want to.

Yan Qing looked up at Geng Yihuai slightly, waiting for the other party's possible unpleasant reaction.

The man's eyes were half-downcast, his thin lips were flattened, all his thoughts were concentrated in those dark blue eyes, and nothing unusual could be seen.

The whistling wind brought in cold air, making the room even cooler.

Geng Yihuai got up slowly: "Okay, excuse me."

— Button button button.

There was a knock on the old wooden door, and the person who knocked didn't seem to think too much. He knocked on the door a few times as usual, and pushed the door open without getting a rejection reply.

Coincidentally, he met President Geng Da who got up and was about to leave.

Shen Xinshi took a step back for no reason, but when he bumped into the other party's eyes by accident, his palms sweated.

"Brother Shen?" Yan Qing turned his head sideways, "Didn't you go to work?"

He also got up and pointed at Geng Yihuai: "My friend, come to my room and sit down."

He said he was a friend, but Mr. Geng was dressed in exquisite tailor-made clothes, completely different from the clean blue sweater that Yan Qing was wearing, which had obviously been washed many times, and he was completely out of the same world.

It is more convincing to say that it is a friend than a boss.

Shen Xinshi's work was in contact with high-ranking dignitaries every day, so he could tell at a glance that the imposing and tall man in front of him was different.He didn't say much, but just explained why he came: "I'm about to go to work, aren't you looking for someone recently? There is a girl who is about the same age as you in my distant relatives. Let me take a look at you this morning. There is no request." , don’t look at the face, as long as the heart is good and motivated, but her family’s conditions are also average... just now I sent you a photo and you didn’t move, I just came to ask you, if you are interested, I will make an appointment for you.”

Hearing this, Yan Qing looked around, and then saw the mobile phone he had forgotten in the corner of the desk.

He walked up to pick up the phone, opened the SMS page, and saw the girl's photo that Shen Xin had just sent over.

He is not very old, he seems to be about the same as him, and he has not graduated from college.His appearance is not good-looking, but he is not ugly either. He is an ordinary person who cannot be found in the sea of ​​people.

It's just that his condition of being poor and white is nothing to choose.

Yan Qing subconsciously glanced at Geng Yihuai, and then thought of the shitty cohabitation agreement, he couldn't get angry, he ignored Geng Yihuai directly, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled silently at Shen Xin: "Okay, I can understand." This is To be honest, he still wants to find someone he can fall in love with, instead of randomly pulling a stranger every time the pollination period occurs.

Taking advantage of the fact that his feelings for Mr. Geng were only good, he treated everything that night as an accident that would never happen again.

After the words fell, the air pressure in the room suddenly dropped to the bottom.

Geng Yihuai's face that was originally calm and calm moved, his expression was still indifferent, but his brows were wrinkled, his eyes seemed to be poured with unknown ice and fire.

He said in a low voice, "I'll go first, so I won't disturb you."

Immediately, with one hand in his pocket, he stretched out Shen Xin's frightened expression, and quickly left like the wind.

Mr. Geng is very well educated, even if he walked out with low air pressure and cold wind, he still closed the door politely and softly.

When the footsteps gradually faded away, Shen Xin, who had his eyes wide open the whole time, asked, "Is it really your friend?"

Yan Qing nodded.

I don't know why Mr. Geng is unhappy.Maybe it's because he refused to live together just now?

……

If Geng Yihuai heard Yan Qing's inner voice, the air pressure around him would probably be so low as to break the record.

It's nothing to refuse to live together - he respects Yan Qing's wishes.

The irritability emerged at the moment when Yan Qing nodded and kissed each other.

It was as if scalding water was poured on hot coals, not only did not stop the soup from boiling, but instead brought up a burst of thick smoke and mist.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and the driver was still waiting for him downstairs, watching him approaching sharply, and hurriedly got out of the car to open the back seat door for Geng Yihuai.

Before Geng Yihuai lifted his foot, a yellow talisman wrapped in a demonic aura, leaped over the sound of the wind, and rushed to his eyes with a biting cold air.The people and drivers who occasionally passed by around did not notice it, and the surroundings were still abnormally calm.

Tao Ning's gentle voice came from the sound transmission talisman: "Old Geng, something happened at the entrance of the cave, you may need to go there right now."

It sounded like something serious had happened, but the pianist still had an elegant tone, and his voice was as jewel-like as a piano piece.

Geng Yihuai's expression suddenly sank.

With a move in his eyes, he withdrew his move to get into the car, turned sideways and said to the trembling driver who was afraid of his anger, "You drive back first."

Don't try to wonder why Geng Yihuai got angry, the driver immediately answered yes, and the four characters "Grateful" seemed to be engraved all over his body as he drove away.

Geng Yihuai turned around, his shiny black leather boots stepped across the snow, leaving smooth and regular footprints.

He turned into the alley in the old city and said, "I just stabilized the cave for a few days."

Tao Ning sighed leisurely through the sound transmission charm floating in Geng Yihuai's ear: "Who told you that these old people will only urge you to have a prince, and they can't do business?"

Geng Yihuai had a cold face, his eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes were heavy: "I can understand that they are urging the marriage."

"Ahem—ah?" Tao Ning on the other side of the spell almost choked on the coffee.

"Their bloodlines are indeed useless."

After the words fell, the man's slender figure paused, and suddenly disappeared in the alley where no one passed by, leaving behind a row of footprints that stopped suddenly on the ground.

At this moment, the little flower demon who was still upstairs with low morals knew nothing about the spells of these big demons. Shen Xinshi had already gone to work, and he looked at the chair Geng Yihuai sat on just now for a long time. .

I should never see Mr. Geng again!

Nice to see you!On the surface, the social elite is cold and cool, but in reality, he is half-hearted and not sincere!

Respectful!

He shook his head, threw Mr. Geng into the corner without hesitation, picked up his pen and continued his most urgent work.

In the afternoon, Yan Qing went to a place where amusement parks and shopping malls gathered together, and found a short-term job of distributing leaflets. The requirement was to wear heavy doll costumes, and the location was in the amusement park.

If he doesn't make any money, and before he finds a way to show the new idea to Transverse Film and Television next Monday, he himself will leave because he hasn't paid the rent.

When distributing flyers, Yan Qing not only did not dislike the bulkiness of the doll clothes, but also rejoiced that he could listen to some popular news or popular novels on Weibo with the convenience of being in the doll clothes.

It was Zhang Xun who taught him how to use it—he doesn’t use too many functions of electronic devices, so he can only supplement information in this way, so as not to disconnect himself from human society. Knowing the current popular atmosphere will also help him write scripts.

"...This amusement park is so close to the old theater where I took root." Yan Qing took off his headgear, and the crimson sunset had already appeared in the sky. Complement..."

Then come back to work in the afternoon, and continue to rush to work in the evening, the arrangement is just right.

He smiled silently, the corners of his mouth curled up, his canine teeth were playful, his hair was not crushed by the headgear at all, coupled with the cute but bulky doll costume on his body, many girls passing by couldn't help but turn their heads over and over again.

Hearing the sound of a shutter beside him, Yan Qing, who had been photographed several times, realized what had happened—because he was wearing a doll headgear, he took off his glasses.

Seeing the passing eyes cast on him one by one, he blushed a little, and hurried into the dressing room to change back into his casual clothes.

After a while, Yan Qing's cell phone rang.

It's not an unfamiliar number, and there are notes on the number.

——Zhong Fenghe.

Yan Qing was startled, a little puzzled.The timing of this phone call is neither forward nor backward. What is Zhong Fenghe's purpose?

He watched the phone vibrate for a while, stop vibrating, and then rang again after a few seconds.Zhong Fenghe fought a second time without interruption.

Yan Qing still picked it up.

He is not indifferent, he is holding his breath in his heart, maybe he still hopes that the boss who questioned his plagiarism just forgot to ask him to buy the idea, and will put his name at the top of the script.

"Hello."

"Xiao Yan," Zhong Fenghe's voice was still very kind, and there was no trace of abnormality, "Zi Zhang told me, you know. Shall we talk?"

Chen Zizhang?

Yan Qing's hand holding the mobile phone paused, his expression froze, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was more anger than shock in his eyes.

Last night, the cold wind blew the snowflakes crookedly, and the ice was poured into the collar of the clothes coolly.Chen Zizhang took his arm and asked him not to look for Zhong Fenghe.

He preserved the other party's job and future, and chose the most difficult path without stopping.

But the other party directly reported his situation and situation to Zhong Fenghe the next day.

He subconsciously repeated: "...Chen Zizhang?"

Zhong Fenghe was much calmer than him, and seemed to be in a good mood: "I think we can talk."

Yan Qing said without hesitation: "There is nothing to talk about—"

"You keep coming back to help me finish this script. I will reserve a seat for your name at the end of the script, but the draft fee will give you the same commission as the lead writer. How about it?"

He held the phone tighter: "Impossible, this is my idea." In front of this idea and outline, he is not an insignificant participant.

Zhong Fenghe finally took off the mask of kindness, and sneered: "Your name is the first, who will buy this script? Who will recognize your name? The law does not protect pure creativity, let alone you When you told me about this idea, you were still an employee of Fengnian, and the contract you signed stated in black and white that Fengnian was responsible for the ideas and results during the work period."

He seemed to be smoking a cigarette, and he took a puff of smoke leisurely, and then continued condescendingly: "Even if it is a lawsuit, do you know how long it will take from the prosecution to the conclusion of this kind of case? Not to mention the employee contract, you may not be able to Win, even if you win..."

The smile in Zhong Fenghe's tone became more and more obvious.

He is like a cat looking at the corner of the mouse in front of him, full of victorious gestures.

"Even if you win, after a year, a half, or even a few years of litigation, you will be awarded hundreds of thousands of dollars. Is it worth the fraction I got for selling this script?"