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

When he received the call, Qin Moyan was wearing a tie in front of the mirror.

The tie is off-white with a light check pattern, which is a little warmer than his own.

The person on the phone spoke quickly and anxiously, talking about a certain project in the south.

Qin Moyan listened quietly, but the fingers holding the phone could not help but slowly tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand were also faintly raised.

He leaned back on the wardrobe, his eyelashes drooping, staring at the solid wood floor under his feet.

The floor was darker, so the bare feet looked especially white.

The room was quiet save for a little noise escaping from the microphone.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice finally slowed down, but Qin Moyan never spoke.

His lips were so pale that they were almost colorless, and his face turned pale from the initial cold white.

The half-tied tie was hanging loosely around his neck, not casual or decadent.

There seemed to be a call to him, probably to confirm whether he was listening.

After that sound, his frozen eyelashes trembled.

As if he just woke up from a deep dream, he raised his eyes and asked, "Does Mr. Wei know about this?"

I don't know what was said over there, so Qin Moyan said: "Okay, I understand."

He hung up the phone and looked out the window with a little confusion.

Thin white fingers curled up around the bottom of the tie a little bit, and then let go, going back and forth repeatedly.

The leaves of the ginkgo trees outside the window have turned slightly yellow, shivering in the cold autumn morning wind.

It seemed that no matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain.

Qin Moyan looked out the window very intently.

The black eyes are like a ball of ink soaked by water, revealing the unique remoteness and desolation of ink painting.

After a while, he slowly lowered the hand with the tie rolled up, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Forget it."

The phone rings and stops, stops and rings...

Qin Moyan leaned against the wardrobe, and raised his arms only after the ringing stopped again.

There were several missed calls on the screen, most of which were from Wei Chengbai.

The most recent call was from his elder brother Qin Moyang, and there was another call in it, whose name was Lu Xiye.

Qin Moyan walked to the sofa by the window with bare feet, sat cross-legged on it, and called Wei Chengbai first.

"Mr. Wei," he said.

"Xiao Yan," Wei Chengbai's tone could not be heard, and his speech was slow, with his own majesty: "Do you still want to gamble?"

"Let's not gamble," Qin Moyan said, "I'll trouble you to arrange the engagement."

He always spoke to him with respect, like an elder or a respected elder brother.

Only without the kind of emotion that Wei Chengbai wanted.

"If we mobilize all the resources of the Wei family, we may not be able to defeat Lu Xiye." Wei Chengbai was silent for a while: "If you still want to take a gamble..."

"Forget it, don't gamble." Qin Moyan smiled, and then said sincerely: "Thank you, thank you for giving me a chance, I lost it myself."

"Xiao Yan," Wei Chengbai's tone finally fluctuated, "It's not that I don't want to help you, I just..."

He was silent for a moment, and he didn't seem to be good at saying such things, but he said it anyway: "I just want you so much, so much."

Qin Moyan pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

And Wei Chengbai didn't seem to intend to ask for his answer, he just continued on his own, with a firm tone: "I will make you happy."

Qin Moyan still didn't speak, and there was a very slight sound of electricity on the phone.

"I've already booked a flight to City A, and I'll be there in the afternoon." Wei Chengbai said again.

Qin Moyan hummed lightly, hung up the phone, and before he could lower his voice, the phone rang again.

He looked at the caller ID and picked it up.

"Master Lu." His voice was soft and cold, very calm.

In fact, this call has been made many times recently, but he has not answered it.

Since the last time, he has not been to Budu again, and he also deliberately avoided all the occasions where Lu Xiye appeared.

From 16 to 25 years old, nearly ten years, no matter how much you like it, you should see the reality clearly.

He greeted, reached out to touch the cigarette case, held the phone in one hand, and lit the fire with the other.

With a click, the fire lighted up, and he lowered his head to light the cigarette.

In the light of the fire, many past events flashed before his eyes as if they were coated with a layer of light.

In the early spring when he was 16 years old, he finished work at the breakfast stand very late and trotted all the way to school before he had time to go back and change his clothes.

While eating in the restaurant at noon, he heard some nasty words.

Those people surrounded a tall and slender young man, chattering flattering words, but full of sarcasm at him.

His hair was very long, and he didn't have time to cut it. His clothes were stained with oil and smelled of oily smoke, so there was no one sitting around him.

The young man didn't say anything after hearing those words, but after a while, he sat next to him with a plate.

Those around him were a little embarrassed, but they still sat down.

Without looking up, he lowered his head to eat the cheapest meal on his plate, then got up to collect the plate and left the restaurant.

It wasn't until he walked out of the cafeteria that he stopped and looked in through the glass door of the cafeteria.

The young man who had been in the limelight in school recently broke into his eyes from a short distance.

In fact, he doesn't quite remember how he felt at the time.

But that day, that young man's upright figure and deep-lined profile were imprinted in his heart so undefended.

One printing is ten years.

He vaguely understood why everyone in school was talking about him recently.

Even if he is as withdrawn as he is, he can still hear a lot of rumors about him.

It is said that he came from city A, because he had already been admitted by a well-known foreign university in advance, so he did not need to take the domestic college entrance examination, so he left school early to visit relatives here.

Probably the family members were afraid that he would play wild, so they asked him to attend classes with them for the time being in the third year of high school.

Later, he saw him once or twice on campus.

But every time he was the only one who saw him.

He is tall, tall, good-looking, and good enough, so he is always surrounded by many people, both boys and girls.

He is very polite when he talks to people, and he often has a gentle smile, but he always gives people a sense of distance that is difficult to approach.

That was the first time he paid so much attention to a person.

Just think that when others laughed at him, he just sat beside him so firmly.

There was no sympathy, no charity, and he didn't even look at him deliberately, so natural, but kind, he couldn't help but look at him more.

It was just to take another look, he never thought of really getting close to him.

Until that night, on his way to work in the bar, under the dim street lights, the man was besieged by a few delinquent teenagers in a dim alleyway.

Almost without thinking, he broke into the battle.

He was a good fighter, a kid from countless fights.

When others call him a bastard, when his mother is called a vixen, when he attracts the attention of other people's girlfriends because of his good looks, when others want to teach him a lesson because of his indifference...

He was never afraid, and always faced difficulties, because he and his mother were the only ones in his family, and he had to go through a lot to protect his mother.

From kindergarten to junior high school, he had almost no injuries on his body and face. In the end, almost no one dared to provoke him easily.

But he grew up slowly, felt that fighting was boring, and gradually learned to be patient.

It was his first fight since entering high school.

Five or six delinquent boys were beaten by him and Lu Xiye and fled.

With one side of his cheek swollen and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, he pulled up the collar of his turtleneck sweater.

He felt Lu Xiye's hand on his shoulder, it was big and warm: "Are you okay?"

The young man's voice was full of concern, panting slightly in his ears.

He broke free from his hand and looked back at him, maybe because he felt that he was too embarrassed, he grabbed his schoolbag and left without saying a word.

His hair was very long, and the high collar of the sweater covered his chin and lips, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, which were dark and cold, flashing past in the cold wind of early spring.

The next day, his mother hurriedly took him to a new place, saying that the Qin family had found him again.

His mother took him to hide for many years, and he has long been used to the life of running around.

But before leaving that time, he still felt regretful, regretting that he hadn't spoken a word to Lu Xiye yet.

Later, when he was about to go to college, he knew that Lu Xiye had taken over his mother's business.

The Lu family is not an ordinary family, so it is not difficult for him to know the news about Lu Xiye.

He thought over and over again, and wanted to learn fashion design. If he was lucky, he might be able to get closer to that person.

But his mother strongly objected.

Later, he still returned to Qin's family and stepped into the circle where he could get close to Lu Xiye.

But Lu Xiye was extremely alienated from him.

He will mostly be alone, occasionally accompanied by other boys, most of whom are fox-eyed.

Once he came down from the fourth floor of Budu after talking about things, and saw Lu Xiye sitting alone in his usual seat drinking.

There was an inexplicable sense of loneliness like that.

He drank a little too much, and he knew a lot of things during that period of time, and he was very frustrated.

So he boldly walked over and sat next to Lu Xiye.

The perfume on Lu Xiye exuded a slight bitterness, and when he got close, he felt a subtle sweetness, which made people want to get closer to distinguish what kind of smell he was.

About the day he really crossed the line.

Because they were so close, he could clearly feel the heat emanating from Lu Xiye's body.

As soon as the perfume was steamed by his body temperature, it really smelled very sweet.

Lu Xiye frowned slightly, and looked at him with a pair of phoenix eyes that were very cold, revealing an indescribable disgust.

"Young Master Lu," he asked Lu Xiye, "why do you hate me so much?"

Lu Xiye's eyes narrowed, as if he was also surprised, and after a while he said, "No."

He probably really drank a lot that day, so he stopped when he didn't know what to do.

Instead, he raised his hand and pointed his finger to his eyes.

"Why can they?" he asked, "I have eyes like this too, can't I?"

Lu Xiye moved back slightly, as if he was afraid that he would touch him.

His eyes also became very dark, and there seemed to be a ray of anger and other things in the eyes that looked at him.

Qin Moyan couldn't tell the difference.

After a while, Lu Xiye hooked the corner of his mouth.

"No way," he said, "No matter what, you're still the third young master of the Qin family, so it's not easy to throw away after you've used it up."

"Qin Moyan," Lu Xiye's magnetic voice came from the microphone. It seemed that this was the first time they talked on the phone, and it was also the first time his voice sounded so close to his ears: "Intervened in your southern project , I'm sorry, don't we meet at night?"

The author has something to say: In the end, I decided to write about Xiao Qin first, because if I write Xiao 9 from another world first and then Xiao Qin in this world, there may be a sense of separation

However, Xiaoqin's is very short. I originally wanted to finish it in one chapter, but my speed is a bit slow recently, so let's separate it.

I will write another little 9 in another world later

感谢在2020-09-1818:40:28~2020-09-2120:02:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3 bottles in the rolling ball;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!