Dressed as a substitute for thousands of people

The scorching sun is in the sky, an ordinary afternoon.

Next to the X University of Ace University in City A, the delicately decorated dessert shop was crowded with people as usual.

"Freshly baked croissants, iced milk tea specially prepared by the store manager, and three-color ice cream cones, don't miss it when you pass by~ Hey, beautiful lady, what do you want?"

In front of the counter, a young man with golden curly hair was already sweating on his forehead, but he was still smiling.

"A box of cupcakes and a cup of iced milk tea."

The girl with the long ponytail placed an order skillfully, then looked inside,

"Um... isn't he here today?"

There is regret in the tone.

The young man's face froze for a moment.

But soon, he returned to his original smile.

"However, these two days are busy with homework, so I won't come to the store to work part-time." He carefully sealed and wrapped the food, and handed it to the girl, "What can you do with him?"

"Ah...it's nothing." The girl quickly waved her hand, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." The young man smiled and watched her go, and welcomed the next guest.

As noon passed, the number of people in the store gradually decreased.

Hanging up the sign for afternoon break, the young man wiped the sweat off his forehead, then lifted the curtain and went to the rest room at the back.

He had just taken off half of his clothes when he heard footsteps.

The young man was taken aback, only then remembered that he forgot to close the door, raised his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief.

is a familiar person.

The other party was obviously surprised for a moment.

But soon, he leaned against the door and whistled exaggeratedly:

"Wow."

The young man's chest is down, and there are clear but not exaggerated six-pack abs.

"I've been to the gym a few times recently. How is it? The results are good, right?" The young man was a little proud, and then realized something, and hurriedly covered his blushing face, "Wen Shengran! What are you looking at! Do you understand anything about AO?"

The person in front of him sighed and turned around: "Okay, I won't look."

Ming Heng tidied himself up quickly.

When he raised his head, Wen Shengran's back was still facing him, revealing his smooth, slender and fair shoulders and neck.

Above the shoulders and neck, there is a beautiful and delicate profile, while below, there are slightly loose and ill-fitting cheap T-shirts and washed white jeans, which add a little more fragility to his good looks out of thin air.

No matter how many times he looks at it, Ming Heng feels that the person in front of him is the most beautiful omega he has ever seen.

Just as he was fascinated, Wen Shengran tilted his head: "Okay?"

Ming Heng came back to his senses, resentfully: "Okay."

"A lot of people came to ask why you're not here today." He said, "You really don't want to talk about one?"

He added: "There are also school girls from the next courtyard inside."

Wen Shengran paused: "No."

"Why?" Ming Heng was a little curious.

Wen Shengran was silent for a moment, then raised his head with sincere eyes: "Because I have you."

Ming Heng: ...

Mingheng:! ! !

He jumped up almost immediately: "What?"

Wen Shengran smiled innocently.

"You've asked this question, and I think this proposal is very good." He looked Ming Heng up and down, as if he was weighing pork in a vegetable market, and then showed a satisfied expression, "Hey, why is this expression, do you think I deserve it? on you?"

He said the latter sentence close to Mingheng.

The warm breath of the omega approached, even knowing that Wen Shengran was just joking, Ming Heng felt goosebumps all over his body.

He raised his hand to apologize: "I was wrong."

"I won't ask any more." He said honestly, "Don't tease me."

Only then did the omega in front of him lighten his expression, wrinkled his nose, showing a little disgust.

Mingheng specially sprayed on perfume today in order to meet his goddess.

Tobacco smell.

Mingheng: "..."

Even though he worked as a part-time colleague with this person for several months, he still couldn't adapt to Wen Shengran's ability to change his face in a second.

He even felt that Wen Shengran's acting skills would not be far behind in the acting department next door.

"Dinner tonight?" he asked.

"No." Wen Shengran paused, and arranged the utensils in his hand one by one.

Mingheng understood: "Your part-time job as a tutor?"

For some reason, when he said this, he always felt that the corner of Wen Shengran's mouth curled up slightly.

"Hmm." The other party said.

"Your employer is wicked enough. Tutors have to be on call all the time, and you are too spoiled for children." Ming Heng said, then he scratched his head, "But I can't do it tonight, I suddenly remembered, My brother will be back tonight."

Wen Shengran packed his things and asked casually, "Your brother?"

"Brother." Ming Heng sighed, "A talented student, someone else's child, understand?"

Wen Sheng understood: "Poor little boy."

"Fuck you." Ming Heng laughed and cursed, "Let's go, let's go, I'll be late."

Wen Shengran smiled, waved to him as farewell, and walked out.

The sun outside had already set by half.

This point is the class time for many majors, so there are very few people in the dessert shop.

Even so, Wen Shengran went out quickly.

He lowered the brim of his hat, glanced at the vibrating phone, and opened WeChat.

[307 Dormitory Group]

-Who's out there, bring me a skewer

- called father

- go away son

Wen Shengran conveniently added the group chat to Do Not Disturb, and swiped down without changing his face.

Then, it's the next one.

【. 】: Shao Yi is back

【. ]: I will put the clothes in the closet for you

He froze for a moment, then frowned.

"Hello, is this the car you called?"

One after another stopped beside him, and the driver poked his head out.

He lazily raised his eyes, answered, got in the car and reported his address, and then typed a reply.

-knew

-10 minutes

After typing, he closed his eyes.

Not long after, the car stopped in front of a gorgeous duplex villa.

This area is a well-known rich area. When the checkout was done, the driver looked at him with envy, but his expression became a little complicated when he saw the restraining sticker on the back of his neck.

Wen Shengran didn't realize it, paid the money and walked to the villa.

The door creaked and opened in response, and the woman at the door came up to meet her and said softly, "Why did you come back?"

Wen Shengran sighed, with a low voice: "I also have my own things to do, and I'm a robot who is always on call."

"Don't worry." He paused, "No problem."

The woman gave a look of disapproval.

Wen Shengran patted her on the shoulder and walked in.

His employer's temper was not very good, and the moment he learned that he was coming back late, he was mentally prepared.

However, Wen Shengran still sighed when he smelled the strong smell of alcohol in the air.

He suddenly felt that the tobacco smell on Ming Heng's body was not so unacceptable.

The man was sitting on the sofa, with low air pressure lingering around him.

Like a raging beast.

He paused, and walked upstairs calmly.

When he arrived at the bedroom, he opened the closet familiarly, and saw the suit mentioned in the message.

The white shirt has not changed since ancient times, but today he has changed into a pair of black slacks, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses beside the clothes.

are all new.

He dressed slowly one by one, and raised his eyes to look in the mirror.

The life in the mirror was exquisite, and the eyebrows and eyes were so gorgeous that black and white couldn't be suppressed. He looked at it for a moment and then put on his glasses.

Still a bit off.

He recalled how he was forced to hold the business when he went to the company's shareholders' meeting.

Right this time.

Wen Shengran pushed open the door, smiled skillfully, and met the man's gloomy gaze.

The man is indeed very angry today, Wen Shengran can see it.

The corners of his eyes and brows were full of irritability, but the moment he saw Wen Shengran, all of these irritability was suppressed, replaced by a kind of patience.

The two went down the stairs together, and the people in the living room who didn't dare to breathe breathed a sigh of relief.

The maid served the dinner, and Wen Shengran sat down beside him.

He was actually very hungry, but at this moment he was not qualified to feast. Holding a knife and fork, he ate the salad in front of him bit by bit, gracefully.

"He doesn't eat grapes." The man said suddenly.

Wen Shengran looked at the beautiful blue grapes on his fork, and was silent for a moment.

Then, he graciously exchanged a piece of cantaloupe.

He didn't apologize.

Because "he" will not apologize at this time.

The juice in the mouth is sweet, and the tip of the nose is the smell of alcohol from the main seat.

The man drank a little too much tonight, his eyes were blurred, and he looked drunk.

His eyes fell on Wen Shengran's face, and he was not pleased by his actions, but there was a trace of irritability in his eyes.

He suddenly said, "Go and change your clothes."

Wen Shengran's hand paused for a moment.

He looked at the half-eaten salad with regret, didn't say much, stood up, went upstairs and changed his clothes back to his cheap T-shirt and jeans.

When he went downstairs, the man was still sitting there.

He paused, walked over, the man narrowed his eyes, stared at him for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Wen Shengran was hugged into his arms by him, and had to sit sideways on his lap.

This is a very ambiguous gesture.

Wen Shengran was a little surprised, because men usually don't do this.

However, he quickly lowered his docile eyebrows.

"...Young Master Yi."

He opened his mouth in a low voice, addressing the other party in a respectful tone.

It is impeccable, lovable and obedient.

The man looked at him, and suddenly laughed twice: "Afraid of me?"

"...Scared." Wen Shengran paused, and replied truthfully.

He is afraid of men drinking, especially drunk.

The man's own pheromone is vodka, with the taste of wine.

He is sensitive to smells, and it takes a little more effort than usual to keep his face from showing disgust.

Like now.

He wrinkled his nose, put his face on the man's shoulder, and took a breath of fresh air.

In the eyes of the man, it was just a cute domestic cat rubbing against his neck.

His irritable mood was finally pleased, and he ran his fingers along the other party's plain neck, pampering the other party's coquettishness.

"Afraid of what?" He whispered.

He stroked his cheeks, from the delicate face to the small chin, his eyes were dark: "I didn't realize before that your face is really well-born."

Wen Shengran snapped his fingers.

He lowered his eyes, and his voice was very cute and self-conscious: "It's because of Young Master Yu's glory."

The hand touching his face stopped.

Wen Shengran waited patiently for a while, raised his head, and blinked in confusion: "...Yi Shao?"

"You don't look like me." The man opened his mouth with a cold tone.

Wen Shengran was taken aback: "But..."

"It doesn't make sense." Yi Cheng interrupted him, "Don't you understand?"

He paused and sneered, "You deserve it too."

Wen Shengran was silent for a moment, and said kindly: "Yes."

"Get off." Yi Cheng closed his eyes.

Wen Shengran paused for a moment, and got off him carefully.

Although I don't know why Yi Cheng is angry.

But he was quite happy.

This means that his work today is over.

As soon as he returned to his room, the timid and respectful expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a lazy sleepiness.

The phone rang, and he picked it up: "Hello?"

"Hello." Mingheng's voice sounded a bit surprised, "Of course, your part-time job is over?"

"Yeah." Wen Shengran said, "It's sort of."

The wrist that Yi Cheng had gripped was still aching, he turned on the faucet to dilute the pain with coolness,

"is there anything?"

"Ang." Ming Heng said without doubting him, "I thought about it, your part-time job is still too hard, if you need money, I saw a milk tea shop near the school recruiting people, I will send you the contact information Bar?"

What did he think of: "But how long will your part-time job be over? Will it be late?"

"No." Wen Shengran turned off the tap, glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall, "you send it to me."

"Eh?"

"I'll resign in three days." Wen Shengran smiled, his tone casual, "I can catch up."