I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

It was gloomy outside the window, as if it was going to rain.

Fu Jiujiu was sitting in front of the window, with a pen in his mouth and another in his hand, and he was concentrating on drawing.

His mother is an illustrator, and he has developed the habit of drawing and drawing behind his mother since he was a child.

Sometimes the two of them occupy half of the desk and draw their own paintings, which is very enjoyable.

At first, this kind of fun was not considered a passion. He really fell in love with painting after his mother passed away.

Because, if he doesn't deliberately look up, he will often have an illusion, as if his mother is still by his side and has never left.

This feeling has continued until now, until it becomes a habit that goes deep into the bone marrow.

He relies on it to pass the pain and gain a sense of security.

On the blank paper, a girl with a crown on her head and a dress gradually emerged.

Her posture is elegant and luxurious, with a set of ruby ​​jewelry on the ears, neck and wrists, and a little rose-like bright red lips, shining preciously.

The folds and lines on the clothes are not too much, but not too much, which brings out the softness and natural luster of the fabric to the extreme.

Such a painting may seem simple, without deliberately showing off skills, but in fact it has a profound foundation.

It involves all aspects of the human body, makeup, accessories, clothing, etc., and is very comprehensive.

This painting is one of the drafts that he plans to send to NF Fashion Magazine, the current editor-in-chief of the fashion group, Chang Qing's mailbox.

The workload of the magazine is heavy, and the turnover of personnel is relatively frequent.

Occasionally, when there is a serious shortage of people, editors can avoid the HR department and interview for recruitment on their own.

And Chang Qing is his fan, he knows her style of preference, so he is very sure that these paintings will definitely impress her.

Before that, he had read the recruitment information of several other large fashion magazines, as well as the contact information of the editor-in-chief of the corresponding apparel group.

And pay attention to the social software of some editors and editorial assistants, so as to obtain information in time.

However, he would naturally prefer to return to NF, even if he started as an assistant editor again.

After all, that was the place where he had worked hard for more than two years.

Seeing that the painting was about to end, Fu Jiujiu's phone vibrated at the corner of the table.

He raised his head, paused for a moment before putting down the pen and taking the phone in his hand.

Opposite is his stepmother Chen Mengju.

Fu Jiujiu stared at the screen for a moment before picking up the phone, with a polite yet indifferent tone: "Auntie."

"Xiao Jiu." Chen Mengju's tone was different from the original world, very intimate.

The tone was very similar to that year when she coaxed him to sell the property left to him by his mother and help her invest in a western restaurant.

The corners of Fu Jiujiu's lips twitched involuntarily, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

Fu Jiujiu's parents divorced earlier.

When they parted, his mother told him that love was a beautiful thing, but she didn't manage it well.

Fu Jiujiu, who was only ten years old, believed it.

Both his mother and grandmother loved him, and he fell in love and was easily satisfied.

Regarding the divorce of parents, after the initial resistance and sadness, they quickly accepted and started a new life.

Later, his mother died of illness, when he was 14 years old, he was taken back to live with his father again.

After losing his mother, he knows that life is impermanent, so he cherishes the people around him, especially his father.

So, when his father mentioned remarriage two years later, he accepted it almost without thinking.

He felt that as long as his father was happy, it would be fine.

After all, as a son and daughter, he will have to work to support his family in the future, so he may not have much time to spend with him.

Fu Jiujiu, who just entered high school, made many preparations for his father's remarriage.

He checked a lot of information about reorganizing a family, and did a lot of psychological construction for himself.

Stepmothers generally don't like the children of their husband's ex-wife, and he knows it very well.

Therefore, Chen Mengju didn't like him, hated him, and he accepted it.

Even, compared with the children brought by his stepmother, his position in the family gradually became awkward and subtle, and he pretended not to notice it.

He once comforted himself that maybe this is already an ideal state of getting along in a remarried family.

He never thought of making trouble because of these things, after all, it is not easy for anyone to start a marriage again.

Love is a good thing, he hoped his father could have it.

It doesn't matter if he is not taken seriously in this family, as long as he is sure of himself.

Moreover, he will also have a beautiful love in the future.

What is lacking here, there is always someone who can supply him.

Fu Jiujiu grew up very well just as his mother hoped.

Love to laugh, very sweet, seemingly heartless.

It wasn't until later that he overheard the quarrel between his father and stepmother that he realized that the source of his parents' divorce turned out to be his stepmother.

When he knew this, he was 17 years old.

That night, he sneaked into the cemetery to visit his mother, and wept bitterly in front of his mother's tombstone.

He is actually very timid, afraid of ghosts and unknown things.

But that night, he only had eyes for his mother, who he relied on wholeheartedly, and he didn't even feel afraid.

He was actually very obedient and wanted to grow up to be what his mother liked best, but in the end he still couldn't grow up like that.

When he was ten years old, after his parents divorced, his mother squatted in front of him, raised her head and smiled and said to him that love is a beautiful thing, but she didn't manage it well.

This sentence ran through his seven years from ten to 17 years old, but it was completely shattered on that unknown night when he was 17 years old.

Love may have a beautiful side, but before he can see it, he sees betrayal, brokenness and ugliness first.

His most cherished father has become ugly ever since.

If, if such a beautiful person and relationship can eventually turn into an ugly one, then he doesn't understand why he still covets the enjoyment of that moment in exchange for the long years of seeing and hating each other.

Or to put it more cruelly, knowing that it is very likely to deteriorate, why do you sacrifice your soul for that moment of warmth, so that it will eventually be shattered?

Fu Jiujiu began to put all his energy on study and painting.

As soon as he was full, he left the house of his father and stepmother, returned to the house left to him by his mother, and lived alone until now.

His life is very simple, only work and painting.

And only when he does these two things, his missing sense of security and belonging will return.

In a sense, work may have greater psychological needs for him than other aspects.

That's why he put the matter of finding a job on the agenda so quickly.

A child's chirping voice came from afar in the receiver, and Fu Jiujiu came back to his senses: "What do you want me to do?"

"Have you thought about what you said that day?" Chen Mengju asked with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Fu Jiujiu asked.

"Didn't you say you want to invest in a coffee shop for Pengpeng?" Chen Mengju said, "Not much this time, only 200 million is enough."

this time? 200 million?not much?

Fu Jiujiu thought it was funny, but replied calmly: "I have no money."

In the original world, after Fu Jiujiu graduated from university, he joined a magazine to work. At that time, his father's supermarket had already closed down.

Due to professional reasons, he puts great effort into dressing, which also gives others the illusion that his income is very lucrative.

From then on, Chen Mengju kept asking him for money.

Fu Jiujiu didn't give it to her directly. If there were any difficulties, he would pass them on to his father.

In addition, he would give his father a regular sum of money every month, which was regarded as fulfilling his obligation as a son.

If he had extra warmth for that family, then that warmth was only for his five-year-old brother Fu Yan.

The phone was quiet for a while, and Chen Mengju finally realized what was wrong: "Xiao Jiu, did something happen to you?"

"No." Fu Jiujiu tapped a cigarette and lit it, took a puff slowly, and watched the smoke circle slowly spread away.

He didn't intend to hide the divorce from his father and stepmother, even if Lin Jun was angry, there was nothing he could do.

The only way for a vampire to stop sucking blood is to make him understand that he has no more blood to suck.

"The Lin family has a lot of money, what is 200 million?" Chen Mengju's voice came again.

"You also said that it is the Lin family's money," Fu Jiujiu smiled, "What does it have to do with the Fu family?"

"How did I teach you before, why are you confused again?" Chen Mengju patiently followed through on the temptation: "If you married Lin Jun, then half of it is yours."

Fu Jiujiu narrowed his eyes chasing the smoke rings, wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"Lin Jun and I are divorced and have no money," he said calmly, "Don't talk about the Lin family's money with you, even if it doesn't have anything to do with me anymore, so forget about it."

"Xiao Jiu..." Fu Jiujiu hung up the phone directly, interrupted that sentence completely, then turned off the phone, and threw it aside.

He bent over his desk to paint again, and it took a long time to relax the corners of his tightly pressed lips.

It wasn't until noon that he finished all the drawings and sent them to Chang Qing's mailbox.

The moment he entered the living room from the study, he was suddenly a little confused.

Thinking of going to Lin Jun's mother's house for dinner at night, I couldn't help but feel anxious.

He has been through this for a while, although he tries to be calm every day, but in fact, the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart have never subsided.

Not because something was lost or changed.

No matter which world, there is nothing particularly strong for him that he wants to be nostalgic for.

Because he has never really owned anything, he will not be afraid or regret losing anything.

Especially in this world, the overall structure is almost the same as the original world. If he closes his eyes and opens them, if he has to lie to himself that he is still living in the original world, it is not impossible.

but……

The cluster of sunflowers on the window sill seemed to be more energetic than last night because of the nourishment of water.

He has never bought this kind of flower before, and he personally prefers roses, lilies, and eustomas...

No matter how you deceive yourself, a change is a change.

He lives in his own home, and he is in a familiar environment when he goes out, but he has the risk and possibility of overturning his car at any time.

He didn't know what Qi Luo said when he was with him, didn't know that his father had moved, didn't know that Fu Jiujiu didn't invite people when he went to the club...

He doesn't know too much.

He doesn't want to continue living like this.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, just after Fu Jiujiu packed up, Lin Jun arrived downstairs on time.

Before going out, Fu Jiujiu practiced in front of the mirror for a while, and chose the most docile smile.

Lin Jun was standing at the door of the unit, tall and tall, with the hem of the beige windbreaker blown high by the wind.

He seemed annoyed when he left last night, but it's completely invisible now.

Fu Jiujiu opened the door, only to realize that it was drizzling outside, and the rain streaked along the crack of the unit door, directly hitting his face.

He squinted his eyes due to the wind, propped the door open with one hand, and said to Lin Jun, "I'll go up and get an umbrella."

"Don't." Lin Jun approached him in the wind, and before Fu Jiujiu had time to react, he held his waist: "Don't go."

He led him outside without any explanation, wrapped him in his windbreaker with one arm around his waist, and covered his hair with the other to protect him from the wind and rain.

Fu Jiujiu was quickly surrounded by the steaming heat from Lin Jun's body and the faint smell of perfume, as if the world, the wind, the rain, and the air were all from him.

He was taken into the car in a daze, and Lin Jun still covered his head with his hand, and pushed him into the seat.

The front and rear parts of the car were blocked by the partition, Lin Jun leaned over to fasten his seat belt for him, and the two bodies were almost stuck together.

Fu Jiujiu tensed his body nervously, his mouth, nose and senses were almost occupied by him viciously.

Lin Jun smells so good, he thought.

Sea water, sunshine, green trees and lawns are conveyed to his brain vigorously through taste.

This is a taste full of joy and hope, comfortable and relaxing.

Obviously there are others who use this perfume, it is so similar, but it is completely different.

The very faint fragrance blended with Lin Jun's body temperature, as if a chemical reaction had occurred, becoming a unique one.

Holding his breath, he took a slow sniff, and repeated in his heart: Why does it smell so good?

But the next moment, Lin Jun leaned over to his ear, and his deep voice knocked his eardrums numb: "Fu Xiaojiu, you smell so nice, why is it so nice?"

Fu Jiujiu was stunned, and looked at him with wide eyes.

Then, his hand was grabbed.

In a daze, a hot metal ring was put on his ring finger.

Fu Jiujiu lowered his eyes and realized after a while that he had put on the wedding ring again.