Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

In a high-end apartment.

The cell phone on the coffee table kept ringing, ringing and stopping, stopping and ringing again, over and over again, tirelessly.

Xie Shuzhi sat on the floor, hugging his knees, staring blankly with his eyes.

At this moment, the sound of entering a password was heard outside the apartment.

He turned his head sharply, staring at the door expectantly, until he realized that the person who came in was his assistant, and the light in his eyes disappeared again.

"Brother Xie...cough cough..." The assistant was choked by the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the apartment and couldn't help coughing. He raised his hand to fan his nose, "Brother Xie, how much alcohol have you drunk and how many cigarettes have you smoked? You haven't been in touch for so many days. You must have eaten nothing and just lived on these."

The assistant couldn't stand it anymore, so he hurried to the window and opened the curtains and windows to ventilate.

The room instantly became bright. During this time, the assistant accidentally kicked a wine bottle and saw the mess on the floor, and couldn't help but sigh.

He picked up the trash can and bent down to clean it up.

"Brother Xie, the company has been looking for you. The boss is very angry and said that if you continue to disappear, he will terminate your contract at all costs."

Xie Shuzhi was not from a professional background and his family background was not very good.

Their boss signed him simply because he was attracted by his face and a little talent in dancing.

But there are so many talented people, and there are also many beautiful people in the circle. Compared with this, Xie Shuzhi instantly loses his value.

Moreover, the performances were interrupted several times. If it weren't for Xu Muzhe's support, Xie Shuzhi would have been kicked out of the company long ago.

Now my leg is injured again, and it is unknown whether I can continue dancing.

"Brother Xie, please stop disappearing. Seriously." While cleaning, the assistant said to Xie Shuzhi earnestly, "You can only rely on yourself now. Mr. Xu hasn't come to see you in a long time. He..."

The assistant was afraid of irritating him, so she said politely, "You should make some plans for yourself. Do you remember when you first joined the company, you said you wanted to be famous and make a lot of money..."

Xie Shuzhi interrupted him, "That's because I need to support Brother Xu, so I need to make a lot of money. But now he doesn't want me anymore, so what good is it if I make more money?"

"You..." The assistant sighed, feeling powerless. "Brother Xie, if you're really terminated by the company, I won't be able to continue working with you. I don't want you to give up your career, so you should think about it carefully."

The assistant lowered his head and saw Xie Shuzhi's red and swollen ankle, feeling very distressed.

He knew that Xie Shuzhi had gone to see Xu Muzhe. At that time, Xu Muzhe had sent him a message asking him to pick up Xie Shuzhi in the morning.

But before he set off, Xie Shuzhi came back by himself, and he looked like a lost soul, unwilling to speak and just kept crying.

"You ran to see Mr. Xu right after the plaster was removed. Your leg injury hasn't fully healed yet and you can't even walk. Your ankle is so red and swollen, but he doesn't seem to care about you at all. At least he should apply some medicine to you. Applying medicine isn't tiring. How could he let you come back like this?"

The assistant took out the medicine box and wanted to apply medicine to him, but Xie Shuzhi dodged for a moment, as if he didn't want the assistant to touch him.

"Brother Xie, you make a living by dancing, you have to protect your legs."

Xie Shuzhi remained silent, his eyes fixed on the front, not knowing what he was thinking.

The assistant had no choice but to give up, put the medicine box in front of Xie Shuzhi, and continued to clean the floor.

Then he picked up a large bag of freshly bought food, walked to the refrigerator and put the food in one by one.

"Stop drinking and smoking, or you'll ruin your health."

After the assistant filled the refrigerator, he turned around and saw the sickly Xie Shu, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Actually, if your career had developed, you could have met a better man. He won't see you torturing yourself like this. You simply can't keep someone whose heart is no longer with you. Brother Xie, you shouldn't be obsessed with your past relationship. You should look forward to the future."

Xie Shuzhi shook his head and said nothing.

The assistant could no longer persuade him, so he sent a message to the company and helped Xie Shuzhi lie, saying that his leg injury had not healed yet and he was resting.

"Brother Xie, I can only help you up to this point. You should take a good rest for another week. You must come to the company next week, understand?"

The assistant knew that Xie Shuzhi would not answer, so he stood there for a while, then shook his head and left.

When the apartment was quiet again, Xie Shuzhi reached out to touch the cigarette on the coffee table.

I took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth. When I bent down to light it with a lighter, my hands were shaking and I couldn't light it.

He hadn't eaten for two days, the spine on his back was noticeably protruding, and his cheeks were a little sunken.

Xie Shuzhi usually loves beauty, but now she feels a little tired of dressing up.

He also knew that he was ugly, and he thought Xu Muzhe would be even more disgusted by him when he saw him like this.

These past few days, he has been thinking about the past.

Is he really the only one who is wishful thinking? If she really hates him so much, why would she be willing to keep him in the villa?

Just to use him to take revenge on Lu Zhuohan?

Then what is the meaning of his existence?

All his efforts over the past decade have become a joke.

Xie Shuzhi threw the cigarette on the ground as if to vent his anger, buried his head between his knees and cried.

He really wanted to go back to the past, back to the days when he and Xu Muzhe depended on each other.

He was willing to continue being a beggar, continue rummaging through trash cans, and endure the strange looks from the owners in the villa area.

If only I could go back to the past.

There were only him and Xu Muzhe in the Xu family villa. There was no heating, so they relied on the stove to keep warm and ate the food he brought from outside.

I don’t know how long I cried before the doorbell rang again.

Xie Shuzhi thought that it was his assistant who had returned, so he maintained the same posture without even raising his head.

"Is anyone home? The delivery needs a signature."

Xie Shuzhi was stunned for a moment and looked up at the door.

The courier couldn't wait any longer and knocked on the door. "Is anyone there?"

Xie Shuzhi seemed to have thought of something and struggled to stand up. He felt dizzy and swayed because he had not eaten for a long time.

He shook his head vigorously and then limped over.

The courier thought there was no one in the house and was about to leave when he heard the sound of a door opening behind him. He turned around and was startled by an extremely pale face.

"Oh shit." The courier patted his chest. "Are you okay? You don't look well."

Xie Shuzhi didn't intend to communicate with him too much, and simply held out his hand, "Is there a package for me?"

"Oh, yes, you need to sign for it in person."

After Xie Shuzhi signed, he took the express package and saw the sender's name on it. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This was something sent to him by a Taoist priest of some fame.

Although I don’t know if it will really work and can make Lu Zhuohan disappear completely.

But gotta give it a try.