On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Since returning to China, Chen Qian hadn't been to Qianxing yet. Firstly, he didn't have the time, and secondly, he wasn't very interested in the place. But he hadn't imagined that his first visit would be to work as a skinner for Chen Tian this week.

He glared angrily at Chen Tian and Lin Xixi, the pair of calm people sitting at the table, and gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Why are you looking at me?" Chen Tian raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Qian, "Is there something on my face?"

"Yes, it says 'evil capital' and 'the villain who complained to parents.'" Chen Qian rolled his eyes secretly. When he talked about this, he became even more angry.

Yesterday, he and the two illegal labor agents had dinner and returned home. Before he could even sit down on the sofa, he received a call from his mother.

The content of the call can be broken down into the following two points:

1. Help Chen Tian shoot a promotional video; 2. Remember to eat.

In a one-hour call, the former accounted for 99% of the content, while the latter, all four words, were excerpts from the original text.

The indifferent family affection and the sloppy maternal love made Chen Qian ask from the bottom of his heart: How cold can this winter get?

Chen Tian ignored his emotions and said calmly, "I'm going to visit the site later, so save your energy for scolding me for then."

Chen Qian sneered and said nothing.

The preliminary investigation and publicity scripts had to be conducted several times before Chen Qian, the photographer, would be actually used. So after Chen Tian nodded, he went straight home.

After arriving home, Chen Qian leaned lazily on the sofa and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

Zhong Yi had something else to do today, so he had to go to the publishing house. When he returned, the sun was already setting. When he entered, he saw Chen Qian fast asleep in the living room, covered only by a coat he had left on the sofa a few days ago and had forgotten to collect.

Fearing that he would catch a cold, Zhong Yi walked up, patted the coat, and shouted, "Chen Qian, wake up."

Chen Qian didn't sleep soundly, and spent most of his time dreaming wild dreams, so when he was called to wake up in such a light way, he soon woke up.

"Hey, you're back." Chen Qian rubbed his eyes, his face a little red from covering his face with his hands while sleeping.

After dinner, Chen Qianbai sat side by side with Zhongyi bored. Zhongyi read a book while he watched a variety show. The atmosphere was very peaceful and harmonious.

Just as Chen Qian was quietly enjoying this peace, his cell phone rang in an unknown corner. After searching for a long time, he finally found it in the gap between the sofas.

When I looked at the caller ID, it was Chi Mu, who I hadn't contacted since we parted at Chi Yuxing's house two days ago in the morning.

"Hello, why do you think of calling me at this time?" Chen Qian answered the phone and walked back upstairs.

"Can't I fight? But I just found my lover and boyfriend again." Chi Mu didn't know why his words were unclear, and he sounded like he was drunk. "You didn't even look for me. I missed you so much."

In the background, there was the rhythmic and cheerful sound of a violin and the faint sound of other people chatting and laughing. Amidst all that, Chen Qian heard a very clear sentence: "Is this reasonable? He's only been here for ten minutes."

"Where is it?" Chen Qian was a little curious, and at the same time avoided the words that Chi Mu said in a distorted voice.

"I'm at Lesmo." Chi Mu said the name of the club and then asked, "Do you want to come over? I'll send you my location."

"No need, just have fun." Chen Qian replied.

"But I feel like I'm drunk. Can't you come and pick me up? I may not be able to go home properly." Chi Mu's voice became softer.

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Qian could hear the conversation in the background suddenly become chaotic. They were discussing something at once, but because it was not clear enough, Chen Qian could not make out what they were saying.

Chi Mu's alcohol tolerance is not very good, and it has always been poor.

Chen Qian felt a little emotional for a moment. They first met in their sophomore year, and he also sent Chi Mu home. It was because of that time that all the messy things happened later.

When I think back to that day now, I feel like it happened in my previous life.

The more Chen Qian thought about it, the more he forgot to answer. Chi Mu was getting impatient and asked again uncertainly: "So... will you come? It doesn't matter if you don't come, I can find a designated driver." His voice sounded so pitiful that people couldn't bear to refuse.

"Then you wait a moment, I also need to take a taxi there." Chen Qian readily agreed.