Dressed as cannon fodder for the rich

The lights in Xun Qian's bedroom were not turned on, and the room was so dark that only the outlines of the furniture could be seen.

Today is cloudy, the sky is covered with thick and heavy dark clouds, it looks like it will rain soon.

Xun Qian was the same as yesterday morning, sitting by the window smoking, the ashtray in hand was full of cigarette butts.

Next to the ashtray, there is a document.

Xun Qian took a deep puff of the cigarette, and then slowly felt the smoke coiling and permeating his lungs.

Such a stormy and gloomy autumn weather reminded him of many unpleasant memories.

He shook off the ash and turned his head to look at the lawn downstairs.

The lawn, which was still favored by the sun yesterday, is now empty, only the white parasols are blown to one side by the wind.

The sight made the mood even more sombre.

Xun Qian put out the half-smoked cigarette, and the feeling that everything was meaningless came back to her heart.

Although he owns half of the wealth in S City, these things he has since birth can't add more happiness to him.

On the contrary, the empty villa and the relatives who have passed away one after another are more closely affecting his life.

He has no relatives or friends, and lives here like a ghost.

There is nothing to miss, and there are no hobbies.

Making money and doing business is just an instinct, which cannot bring him a sense of accomplishment or happiness.

Video games, traveling, nightclubs, casinos, collecting luxury cars... or tea ceremony, Go, golf, nothing can make him interested.

In fact, he is only 26 years old, but since the tragedy happened more than ten years ago, his world is only black and white.

Xun Qian lowered her long and narrow eyes, then casually smoked another cigarette.

I lit it, and I didn't want to smoke it, so I just held it between my fingers and hung on the side of the chair.

Time seemed to freeze, only the red sparks on the cigarette butt burned closer and closer.

At that point, the sparks were about to burn Xun Qian's hand, butler Cheng came in holding a woolen blanket, "Master, it's windy at the window, put a blanket on it, or your knees will hurt again."

Xun Qian lowered his eyes, put the cigarette in the ashtray and pressed it out.

Steward Cheng squatted down knowingly, flattened the blanket, and covered Xun Qian's knees.

When he got up, his eyes stayed on the document next to the ashtray for a while, and he asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want to investigate him again?"

Xun Qian said nothing.

Butler Cheng didn't dare to speak anymore.

After a while, I heard Xun Qian ask again slowly, "Where is the person?"

Butler Cheng, "Mr. Qi went to record a show and didn't come back last night."

"Call him back."

"Huh?" Xun Qian has been sober-minded all these years, and has never shown any interest in other men and women. Steward Cheng couldn't help being surprised, but he quickly realized that he was talking too much, and bowed his head respectfully,

"Yes."

****

In the training room, Qi Xiaoyu saw the news and immediately called back.

It just rang and it was connected.

Qi Xiaoyu spoke first, "Cheng Bo, I handed over my mobile phone to the program group for safekeeping during the recording of the program all night last night. I just saw your message after returning the mobile phone. I will come back by car immediately."

Cheng Guanjia said, "Why are you still taking a car? You should wait at the gate right now. I'll ask the driver to pick you up. He should be there soon."

Qi Xiaoyu readily agreed, and listening to Cheng Bo's tone, he thought that Xun Qian really wanted to find him.

But what did Xun Qian ask him for?

Qi Xiaoyu tried to recall the plot while running back to change clothes.

Although the original owner used Xun Qian's money to mess around outside in future plots, bullied Xun Qian's sweetheart unscrupulously, and even got involved with the youngest son of the Mao family, trying to cooperate with the outside world and hollow out Xun Qian's family members while Xun Qian was seriously ill. Family property, but none of these things have happened yet.

Now, except for having an affair with that kid from the Mao family, he hasn't done anything bad. Xun Qian can't be so unpredictable.

After Qi Xiaoyu carefully recalled the story that happened, he was determined, and decided to send soldiers to cover up the water and earth, and to serve this big creditor with peace of mind.

He changed his clothes and ran out of the training room building, shivering suddenly.

Before I looked out from the training room, I only knew that the weather was not good today, but I didn't know how cold it was until I got outside.

The cold wind and drizzle rushed towards people everywhere, stepping from autumn to winter in one step, making people feel like hundreds of years had passed since yesterday's bright sun.

But it's time to get colder, and it will be the beginning of winter in a while.

Qi Xiaoyu wrapped his sweater tightly, and in the bitter wind and rain, he suddenly felt blessed. A description of Xun Qian's childhood rushed into his mind,

"Seven-year-old Xun Qian was frightened. He hurriedly turned back from the beach and ran to the beach...Suddenly seeing blood made him overwhelmed, and froze in place in panic...He imitated what he saw in the TV series. She tore her clothes into pieces and wrapped them around her sister's legs, but the blood kept flowing out of the wound, which couldn't be stopped. After a while, the sandy beach under their feet was dyed red... The wind blew The rain fell on him, and the endless red flooded all his memories."

The day his sister died seemed to be such a cold, windy and rainy early winter weather.

Qi Xiaoyu tucked his hands into his sleeves, thinking about Xun Qian, he was quite pitiful.

But at such a miserable time, Xun Qian actually asked him to go back?

When Qi Xiaoyu opened the car door and went up, he always had a bad feeling.

****

The car parked in front of the villa, butler Cheng was already waiting at the door.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw Qi Xiaoyu. Yesterday, Qi Xiaoyu still had yellow hair and an out-of-date suit, but today he completely changed his image.

But obviously the new image is much better.

Butler Cheng couldn't help sighing first, "Young people still look good with black hair."

Then, while taking Qi Xiaoyu to the villa, he whispered, "The third master is in the room, he is in a bad mood today, be careful, answer whatever you are asked, and do what you are asked to do. Don't worry." Don't make the third master angry."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Butler pushed Qi Xiaoyu into the elevator, helped to press the third floor, and then exited, "I still have something to do, you can go up by yourself."

Qi Xiaoyu was speechless, telling him so much, but he slipped away, he is really an old fox who knows how to protect himself wisely.

The entire third floor was quiet, just like Qi Xiaoyu's first visit the night before yesterday.

Qi Xiaoyu knocked lightly on the door twice, but there was no sound from inside.

Qi Xiaoyu stood at the door and waited. Since Steward Cheng said that Xun Qian was there, he must be inside.

He slightly increased the force and knocked twice, but there was still no sound.

Well, isn't this guy just that annoying?He was called to come, but there was no answer when he knocked on the door.

If it wasn't for the creditor and the marriage partner, I wouldn't bother to talk about it.

Qi Xiaoyu thought for a while, but he couldn't be so exhausted.

He pushed in, and the door unlocked and slid open quietly.

The room was dark, and a person could be vaguely seen lying on the bed.

The overall atmosphere is a bit depressing.

And a little miserable.

Well, it fits the description in the original book very well. Before the protagonist Shou Tang Yuning appeared, Xun Qian had been living in meaningless and empty darkness.

When he got closer, he saw that Xun Qian was half lying there with his eyes closed.

Xun Qian seemed to have fallen asleep, or fell asleep soundlessly and would never wake up again.

The reason for giving people such an illusion is because his facial features are too slender and delicate, the brow bone, nasal bone, and profile of his face are all as slender as a thin piece of glass.

But in the original book, Xun Qian will not die no matter how much he struggles, and the methods he uses to deal with people are cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Don't think too much, Qi Xiaoyu warned himself, and then coughed lightly.

Xun Qian opened his eyes.

When he woke up, his eyes were dark and clear, as if he hadn't fallen asleep just now, but just closed his eyes for a while.

It's really a very strange and contradictory temperament, Qi Xiaoyu thought, he has seen so many people, and there is no one like him.

"The third master is looking for me?"

Xun Qian scribbled across Qi Xiaoyu's body, and said casually and slowly, "Didn't you say you wanted to pinch my legs the day before yesterday?"

Um?Qi Xiaoyu was already in his heart. At that time, he made up an excuse at random, but he didn't expect it to be missed by others.

Why is Xun Qian thinking about this?

Although he was unwilling in his heart, Qi Xiaoyu said enthusiastically, "Yes, wait a moment."

Qi Xiaoyu agreed, turned around without talking nonsense, and quickly closed the window first, then turned on the air conditioner, and adjusted the temperature to 26 degrees.

Then I went to the bathroom and soaked my hands in hot water for a while, then searched for small items such as towels, essential oils, aromatherapy, candles, etc., put them in a small golden tray and brought them out.

Xun Qian kept a half-lying position, watching him busy up and down,

Qi Xiaoyu put the tray down on the bed, dragged a stool and sat down, stretched his hands forward, as if he was a master, "Lie down, and tell me anytime when the strength becomes lighter or heavier."

Xun Qian casually swept over again, watching Qi Xiaoyu light the candles and incense, and let Qi Xiaoyu take the blanket off his body, roll up the legs of the silk pajama pants, and squeeze the essential oil into the palm of his hand Then cover his legs.

It feels warm and creamy to the touch, like a pool of warm water sticking to his legs.

Every step and movement of Qi Xiaoyu has its own rules, just like sitting downstairs on the lawn drinking tea yesterday morning, plates, knives and forks, every tableware is neatly arranged, toast and fruit, neither At least, even the stereo must be brought.

Finally, Xun Qian's eyes fell on Qi Xiaoyu's hand.His hands should look jerky and clumsy, but they landed on his legs, and every stroke was full of strength.

It's true that you can pinch your legs, it's not a lie.

Qi Xiaoyu really doesn't know many things about serving people.

Although he became popular, it was others who supported him.

But he was afraid of being beaten when he was a child. In order to make his master happy and avoid the pain of flesh and blood, the first thing he had to learn was to look at people's faces, and the second was to learn various skills of serving people, such as pinching legs and shoulders, pouring tea and passing water , Cooking, drinking and gambling, there is nothing he can't do.

He will also add some of his own thoughts to these things, such as adding a cushion and a side dish for people.Therefore, whatever he does, he is better than others.

For example, now, thinking that Xun Qian might not be in a good mood, he lit candles and lavender aromatherapy, trying to create a warmer atmosphere in such a cold weather.

The effect looks pretty good too.

Although Xun Qian didn't say a word, it was the best thing for a person like him not to speak.

Xun Qian's skin was as cold as his own, and there was a deep scar on his knee, Qi Xiaoyu looked up at Xun Qian.

It happened that Xun Qian also raised his eyes to look at him.

Xun Qian's eyes are very long, with dense eyelashes, big eyeballs and few whites. If they look at each other, it is easy to give people the illusion of affectionate affection.

Qi Xiaoyu smiled gently.

After pinching for almost an hour, the creditor finally closed his eyes again, and his breathing stabilized.

Amidst the gently flickering light of the candle and the faint sweet fragrance of lavender, Qi Xiaoyu also secretly yawned. He hadn't slept for almost 30 hours from yesterday morning to today.

Want sleep.

Qi Xiaoyu yawned again.

In the few days since he entered this world, what happened one after another did not keep him idle.

After Qi Xiaoyu finished his work, seeing that Xun Qian hadn't woken up, he covered the blanket back, packed up his things, and prepared to go back to sleep.

As soon as he went out, he saw Butler Cheng guarding the door.

When Steward Cheng saw him coming out, he pointed quietly into the room.

Qi Xiaoyu understood, and said softly, "Maybe fell asleep."

"Didn't I ask you anything?"

Qi Xiaoyu shook his head, sleepiness made him a little confused, "I also went back to my room to sleep."

Steward Cheng looked at the back of Qi Xiaoyu leaving, and showed a satisfied smile. For the first time, he felt that Mrs. Xun really thought about Xun Qian this time, and bought back a reliable and coaxing "Madam".

****

"Let's debut, trainee" is being edited, so they don't need to record the show.

Qi Xiaoyu stayed at Xun's house for a few days with peace of mind.

Get up every morning to do Tai Chi and practice singing.I cook three meals by myself, and in my spare time, I still practice songs, learn the introductory knowledge of numbered notation and staff notation.

Then it was time to give Xun Qian a leg massage.

Although it was Xun Qian who told him to go over, every time he kept a cold face and said nothing, as if someone owed him 300 million.

Qi Xiaoyu was upset, but he didn't dare to refuse to be called by his creditors. He thought that he was practicing, and he could ascend to the ascension when he completed his practice.

This day, Qi Xiaoyu finished singing, and it was rare that Xun Qian was not at home.

He thought that he could do something he likes, such as reading the information about the Peking Opera Troupe in S City that Yu Xiaosheng sent him two days ago.

As a result, as soon as I turned on the phone, I saw a message first, "What are you doing, baby? Are you angry?"

From Dong Fan.

After reading it, Qi Xiaoyu almost laughed out of anger, thinking that this person is really cheap.

A few days ago, I was kicked by myself a few times, but today the scar healed and I forgot the pain, and I still had the guts to provoke him.

He originally wanted to finish the work and record the show before solving Dong Fan's troubles, but now it seems that Dong Fan must be solved as soon as possible.

It just so happened that Xun Qian was not around today and no one bothered him.

Qi Xiaoyu pondered for a while, changed his clothes, and went straight to the casino that Dong Fan usually went to.

I don't know what casinos in this era play.But guessing the size and playing poker are his forte.

Coincidentally, on this day, Xun Qian also happened to have something to do, and he was going to visit a casino that was legitimately operated under his banner.

The author has something to say: Xiaoyu: I really want to divorce early and live a free life

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