Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Ning Dongjin, who was standing by, was aware of the low pressure coming from Li Yan. After considering for a moment, he whispered, "Should we remove the post?"

Li Yan was silent for a moment, suppressing the anger in his heart. His emotions gradually recovered, and his eyes became completely dim, so calm that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Ignore it."

It means letting it develop.

He seemed cold and heartless, no longer as kind to Lu Zixing as before.

Ning Dongjin looked at the figure in front of him that exuded a cold aura and sighed secretly.

Why is this necessary? They clearly like each other, but they have to hurt each other.

Is this the so-called tragic love story between a domineering president and his mistress that has been so popular recently?

The deeper the abuse, the stronger the love?

I don’t understand… Assistant Ning said that he can’t keep up with the progress of the times…

…………

At school, Lu Zixing didn't feel very good after the post spread almost everywhere in the school.

Just when Lu Zixing walked out of the toilet, he was grabbed by the hand by someone in a trance.

The person who pulled him was very strong, and he was unable to resist and was dragged back to the toilet.

Then a few more people followed in.

Loud.

The person who was originally in the toilet was afraid of getting into trouble, so he ran out in a hurry as soon as he zipped up halfway, as if there was a ghost chasing him. The main point was to save his life.

While trying to get his hands free, Lu Zixing pretended to be calm and said, "Chen Zhuwen, what do you want to do? This is a school."

But the red corners of his eyes betrayed him; he was afraid.

Yes, the man who was pulling him was Chen Zhuwen, whom he had not seen for a long time.

He looked down at the person in front of him who was bluffing and almost crying. He wanted to question him but suddenly couldn't say anything.

He just wanted to ask him whether the content of the post was true, and whether he really was a mistress to someone else. Didn’t you say that you only liked Li Yan?

Or...anyone can do it?

If anyone can do it, can I also...?

Chen Zhuwen felt his heart suddenly beat faster.

Wait, why do I think like this? The one I like is the gentle and clean Lu Yu.

Rather than someone like Lu Zixing who is shameless and has flirtatious. Yes, he is a flirtatious person.

That would be fine, but he doesn't even know how to be more discerning when looking for someone, and his mistress doesn't show up when something happens. He can only hide in a corner and cry by himself.

Unlike me, I am pretty good. I don’t have a boyfriend, I am chaste and I have money. Why don’t you target me?

Fuck, what am I thinking?

Thinking of this, Chen Zhuwen suddenly felt unhappy for no reason. He said irritably, "It seems that this is how Mr. Lu seduces others?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhuwen felt a little regretful. Was he saying too much?

Besides, Lu Zixing’s downfall had nothing to do with him. He approached him just for Lu Yu, so there was no need for him to meddle in other people’s business.

Even though she thought so, she didn't loosen her grip on his hand at all.

Lu Zixing rolled his eyes at him: [Is he sick? Did I seduce him? ? ]

Bai Jihei was very considerate: [He must be sick, and he has eye problems.]

Lu Zixing was satisfied: [Good boy~]

However, the next second, Lu Zixing's face turned completely pale.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and his voice was a little tearful: "I didn't... I didn't seduce anyone..."

"Really? Didn't you just get abandoned by Li Yan?" Chen Zhuwen ruthlessly exposed the young man's wounds: "Is it because he recognized that people like you are..."

Chen Zhu stopped talking before he finished speaking.

The young man standing in front of him was so fragile under his aggressiveness that he couldn't help feeling aggrieved, and tears silently fell from his eyes one by one.

Oh shit.

What's going on with this inexplicable feeling of guilt?

He must be crazy.

"That's right, that's right. He's so despicable that he doesn't even allow others to say anything." A younger brother behind Chen Zhuwen hasn't realized that something is wrong with his boss.

The others also laughed in agreement: "Exactly, you have the nerve to cry after doing something like this, you are really shameless."

They were all thinking about how to flatter him, but they didn't notice that Chen Zhuwen's face turned dark in an instant.

He looked at Lu Zixing's pitiful little face as she cried, and felt that today's young people were like fragile porcelain dolls, which would break in front of him if he said a few more harsh words to them.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly tightened.

So Chen Zhuwen glanced at them and said coldly: "Shut up, is it your turn to interrupt me?"

Fortunately, the younger brother, who had long been accustomed to Chen Zhuwen's mood swings, kept his mouth shut without any complaints.

next moment.

Chen Zhuwen let go of Lu Zixing's hand, and Lu Zixing subconsciously stepped back, wanting to stay away from him as if he was avoiding the plague.

His resistance made Chen Zhuwen's face darker. His chest felt like it was being pressed down by a heavy object. He couldn't vent his emotions and felt an indescribable sense of depression.

Are you so afraid of him? You hide so quickly.

He hasn't realized yet that these are the results of his own bad mouth.

He was silent for a moment, and finally said nothing. He turned and left without saying a word.

The tall figure looked inexplicably embarrassed.

He subconsciously ignored the lingering warm touch and inexplicable throbbing when he held Lu Zixing tightly, and just felt that this Lu Zixing was too weird, as if he was specifically designed to ward off evil.

When facing him, he starts to talk without thinking and cannot control himself. He is afraid that if he continues to stay here, he will do something even more irrational, so he better leave quickly.

The younger brothers looked at each other for a few seconds, then followed Chen Zhuwen's steps. One of them scratched his face and asked, "Boss, why are you in such a hurry? Where are we going?"

Chen Zhuwen said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense and follow me!!"

Silly: “Oh…”

After they left, Lu Zixing put away his grievances, lowered his head calmly, rubbed his red wrist, wiped his tears silently, and walked out of the bathroom.

The figure was shrouded in a layer of lonely and dark light.

Seeing his expression, Bai Jihei thought he was really sad and couldn't help but comfort him: [Um, are you okay? They are too much, but don't worry about it. We will leave as soon as we finish the task. If you are really angry, I will go and teach them a lesson...]

Lu Zixing was speechless as he listened to Bai Jihei's incoherent words of comfort. Could this idiot really think that he was sad?

He suddenly wanted to laugh, but it would be a bit unkind to laugh at this time.

So he said slowly: [I see, thank you for comforting me, I am not sad, don't pay attention to them. ]

Bai Ji's face turned red, and he stumbled: [No... no need to thank me, who made you my master, I will protect you from now on! ! ]

Lu Zixing smiled softly: [Thank you very much for your care, Brother Hei. ]