Straight man training manual

As the night dissipated and the battle drew to a close, the first rays of morning light pierced through the coniferous forest, and the vampire's corpse made the sound of being scorched, as if it had experienced another death.

The coming of day is like ringing the holy bell of armistice, the surviving vampires are far away from the battlefield, and the survivors prostrate in mourning.

All the corpses of the vampires disappeared, even without human efforts, they reached the end of being crushed. Only human corpses remained on the entire battlefield, and some of the victims were distorted beyond human form.

Wen Hongshan was dragged by Jiang Ping to a tree with denser branches and leaves. He watched the blood hunter in black robe gather the dead together in the distance, and paid his respects silently.

"Aren't you going?" Wen Hongshan squinted at Jiang Ping who was standing beside him.

"..." Jiang Ping was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head and said, "The past is useless. People cannot be resurrected after death. It just adds to the worries."

"It's not like what you can say." Wen Hongshan smiled.

Jiang Ping was amazed at Wen Hongshan's keenness, because he didn't think so in his heart, he just brought Wen Hongshan with him, so it was inconvenient for him to be too close to the blood hunter's large army, fearing that some blood hunters just lost their friends If he is too aggressive, he will attack Wen Hongshan.

But in fact, we can't praise Wen Hongshan for being sharp, because the two of them think completely different things. Wen Hongshan's evaluation in this way is only because Wen Hongshan has known him for too long in reality, and he knows that Jiang Ping is a serious person. The people involved in the ceremony, life and death matter a lot, disrespecting death, He Jingsheng, Jiang Ping has always been well-mannered, even at the funeral of his biological father who abandoned him, Jiang Ping was still well-mannered.

Wen Hongshan appreciates Jiang Ping's decency and generosity, and if he were himself, he would do the same.

In Wen Hongshan's view, this ceremony itself, like any social etiquette, demonstrates full and equal respect and implements the principle of equality.So he doesn't understand.

He didn't understand that under the mask of calmness, no one was more eager for a hearty catharsis than Jiang Ping.

But in front of Wen Hongshan's affirmative gaze, Jiang Ping did not vent. He had no way to tell Wen Hongshan that he really didn't want to attend the funeral. He was extremely afraid and disgusted with his native family. , and even got nauseous enough to vomit the night before attending the funeral.

In the end, Jiang Ping could only shut himself in the studio. During that time, Jiang Ping drew countless waste manuscripts, never sleeping, eating or drinking, until Wen Hongshan stood at the door of his studio, every half an hour Knock once.

"Jiang Ping, eat, rest, and then do whatever you want."

"Do not bother me."

Wen Hongshan really didn't understand, he didn't understand why Jiang Ping came back like this suddenly, he opened the door of the studio to prevent Jiang Ping from closing it, and after a long time he said: "There is still time."

"Why is there still time?" Jiang Ping was confused by his words.

"No matter what you want to do, you still have time, don't rush, don't worry, so you can eat and rest first. You should rest now." Wen Hongshan said in an unquestionable tone.

"If I want to be depressed for a long time..." Jiang Ping leaned against the door wearily.Tiredness came up belatedly.

"That's depressing. You have a long time, and I will help you in the studio. If you don't want to go, you can push it away. If you can't push it, I will push it, or I will help you find someone to push it." Wen Hongshan said I couldn't help but smile here.

Jiang Ping smiled feebly when he was leading him, and asked him, "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"

"This is the moment when I am most fortunate that I was born in my family. I happen to have many places to help you." Wen Hongshan said earnestly.

He opened his arms slightly, not knowing what he was expecting.

Jiang Ping leaned on his shoulder knowingly and hugged him perfunctorily, rubbed his neck affectionately,

"Okay, go home and sleep."

Wen Hongshan feels very happy when he recalls it now, and he is very happy to hug Jiang Pingping.He raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang Ping with difficulty, always feeling that the other party might have a hard time understanding what he meant, but Jiang Ping squatted down, put his arms on his shoulders with great effort, and put Wen Hongshan on his back. up.

"Let's go home and sleep."

The Jiang Ping in front of me overlaps with the Jiang Ping in my memory in reality, and Jiang Ping can always bring many unexplainable miracles to Wen Hongshan.

Wen Hongshan was too weak.

All kinds of researchers came and went, and they all gave negative answers in the end. Before the toxin against vampires was invented, no one thought about making this toxin solvable, and no one was willing to spend energy thinking about it.

Caring for a weak vampire is effortless, they sleep as if dead, their heart beats very slowly, their breathing is light and slow, they don't eat or excrete, and their skin never seems to fester , and don't have to worry about growing bedsores.

But taking care of a weak vampire is very troublesome. Jiang Ping will feed him 100cc of blood every day, sometimes it is his own, and sometimes it is cold blood from the association.But the absorption of the other party is still very poor, even worse than before. After drinking it, the stomach will swell, and the stomach will retch continuously.

The original researchers later said that based on preliminary experiments, it was inferred that this was due to drinking the blood of other vampires. Vampires would not drink blood from each other, which could easily lead to such digestive system disorders.

When Jiang Ping was feeding, Wen Hongshan would drink, because Jiang Ping would help him up after feeding, and rubbed his bulging stomach in circles. He couldn't stop humming in pain.

520 has already issued numerous warnings to Wen Hongshan.

The deterioration of the body was not due to the toxin, but because Jiang Ping felt sorry for him. The main program judged that the trainee was selling miserably, and added a debuff to him.

But Wen Hongshan obviously didn't intend to work hard to complete the task.

Jiang Ping applied to withdraw from the Blood Hunting Association. Although the higher-ups did not fully agree, he was still required to respond to the call when needed, but Jiang Ping no longer needed to confront the guests in the dark every night.

Jiang Ping went out more during the day, and he looked happy when he came back. Except for the embarrassing vampire at home, it seemed that he was gradually getting rid of the shadow of the past.Hatred would no longer dominate his life.

When Jiang Ping came back that day, he brought back a handmade desk lamp with a hollowed-out lampshade. When the night fell, turning on the desk lamp would project a mottled light in the shape of a butterfly in the room.

"Wen Hongshan, that little girl in your hospital gave you this. The nurse asked me to bring it back for you."

"Huh?" Wen Hongshan raised his eyelids with difficulty.

"It's that little girl who was a model before, the one you told her that her face wouldn't get better. She said that she is now doing something called cosplay, a prop artist. She said thank you for telling her the truth. , so that she has no chance of returning to the position of model."

"Good."

"Wen Hongshan, I've been dreaming all this time."

"Ok?"

Jiang Ping is very used to Wen Hongshan's monosyllabic replies, because Wen Hongshan's physical strength and spirit are very poor, sometimes he may not be able to get a reply from him even if he speaks ten sentences, but he is still worried. The vampire will be bored and talk to him a lot every day.

"I dreamed about a lot of things when I was a child. I dreamed that when I was hiding under the bed, it was you who saved me from Passy. I dreamed that it was you who bit me in the end. You said that the blood hunters would come soon. , I will be saved soon, you said... When I can personally kill the enemy with blood, I can be freed from the current pain."

"If these are true. I thank you for biting me, and thank you for giving me the opportunity to retaliate. In the land where there is no law between people and blood, I admit that this kind of homosexual revenge has given me peace of mind. Thank you you."

"During this time, I did a lot of things that I wanted to do but didn't have the opportunity to do. Now I have no regrets. Although I feel like you have something to ask me, you haven't asked me."

No matter what the other party's reason for helping him is, for example, wanting to have a mobile blood bag of the cultivation system, for example, wanting to assimilate him into a subordinate vampire, Jiang Ping feels that he can accept it now.

Jiang Ping slowly unbuttoned it, and put his fair and thin neck in front of the weak vampire's fangs.

So close that as long as he touches it lightly, the opponent's skin will break open, and sweet blood will pour into the mouth.

He was so close that he could inject the poison of the fangs into the opponent's body with just a light touch, and assimilate the opponent into the same as himself—a sad and pitiful race, and he could end this seemingly endless physical torture. Back to reality safe and sound.

"Come down a little bit."

"Huh?" Jiang Ping looked up at him in confusion.

The vampire suddenly didn't know where to gather strength, so he raised his body and kissed him.

"Ah?" Jiang Ping was even more confused.

"You forget that I like you. But even if you forget once a day, I can say it once a day."

"what?"

"I want to drink a rare blood type and taste what it tastes like."

"This may be a bit difficult, but I will try my best tomorrow." Jiang Ping finally had a question he could understand and answer.

"Ah."

Jiang Ping came back early the next day, carrying the blood of the rare blood type that the vampire wanted to try. The room was clean and bright, with the curtains wide open, flooding the room with sunlight.

It was a fine sunny day, not one for a feeble vampire.

Jiang Ping didn't know whether the vampire named Wen Hongshan left by himself or disappeared into the sun forever.Jiang Ping prefers the former.

Occasionally, he still hopes that one day, he can receive a courier from an unknown person, or the candied chestnuts occasionally hung on the doorknob.But none of those appeared. It was the coldest winter Jiang Ping had ever lived.

The blood of the rare blood type has been lying in Jiang Ping's refrigerator for a long time.Until one day when I took all the bedding out to dry, I suddenly found two lines of very small characters engraved on the bed board.Also included is an ugly little flower.It is exactly the same as the ugly little flower that Wen Hongshan condensed with his ability that day.

Lie to you, you are the best.

Don't be sad, because we will meet again eventually.

☆, reality

When the scores of the second world were output, Xin Yunting was surprised and confirmed several times that he was not mistaken.

The system gave Wen Hongshan a score of 90 points, and the comment only had eight big characters: like glue, like paint, a couple of gods and gods.women's clothing

520 In the second world, I didn’t talk much except sending reminders. The single system couldn’t bear to look directly at it. The last kiss was too coquettish. The score jumped directly from 80 points. The most direct scoring standard is because Jiang Ping’s heart is moving. It's too bad.

Alas, planted planted planted, Jiang Pingping planted again.But 520 can't say anything either.

Xin Yunting took the report with a complicated expression and planned to go to Jiang Ping. Jiang Ping usually wakes up later than Wen Hongshan, but Xin Yunting and Wen Hongshan are not familiar with each other, so there is no reason to care about each other.

When Xin Yunting entered Jiang Ping's room, Jiang Ping hadn't fully woken up yet. Xin Yunting stepped forward to help him gently remove the patches next to his temples, and suddenly felt his fingers wet. Unable to hold back the tears, he snorted with some difficulty.

Xin Yunting quickly helped him turn the bed up, and asked him with a questioning look if he needed to ring the bell to call the doctor.

Jiang Ping shook his head, buried his face in the quilt, soaked the quilt with tears, and after a while, sniffed his nose and raised his head, and said with some disappointment: "It's too embarrassing, I don't know why I am... ...But I really want to see Wen Hongshan..."

"I want to see him." Jiang Ping covered his red eyes with his hands, but the corners of his mouth were curved. In Xin Yunting's complicated eyes, Jiang Ping said: "You asked me before, if I didn't like him, I might live But I can't control myself, knowing that I will be disappointed, painful, and unresponsive, but I still like him."

"Okay, then I can't stop you, you go over there, you two can have a meal together and then talk." Xin Yunting felt that his report was a bit redundant.

"Yeah." Jiang Ping ran out quickly with his slippers on, and slowed down when he reached the door of Wen Hongshan's room, because he saw an acquaintance——Wen Hongshan's assistant Han Dong.

"Ah, Mr. Jiang." The other party saw him as if he saw a savior.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ping immediately showed a springy smile. In fact, Jiang Ping didn't know why everyone in Wenhongshan Company was so enthusiastic about him.This little assistant is even worse. Wen Hongshan's assistant is very young and has only graduated for a year. Being able to work is the most important thing, but Wen Hongshan's salary is also very high.

Jiang Ping himself didn't feel it, but in fact Wen Hongshan was quite fierce when he was working, he was the kind of strict and unsmiling leader, but if Jiang Ping was there that day, Wen Hongshan's temper would be restrained very, very much, and sometimes even If Jiang Ping listened to the report and asked some questions in the office, Wen Hongshan would patiently explain what he was dissatisfied with, which made many people feel amnesty, so everyone was waiting for Jiang Ping to come to the company. .

Although the boss pretends to be Yazi who is not familiar with Xiao Jiang every day.

"Mr. Jiang, did I forget about any special events recently? Mr. Wen suddenly asked me to find some clothes for him early this morning, and..."

"and?"

"And it's a super plus-size women's clothing..." Han Dong whispered bb.

Jiang Ping put out a question mark slowly.

At this moment, the door opened, and the man stepped on a pair of ill-fitting high heels. The woman's dress was not elegant on him, revealing a muscular calf, and the upper body was also stretched out. That unsmiling look.

Han Dong laughed his head off countless times in his heart, but he didn't dare.

Humble, he felt that he was going to be the first person in history to suffocate to death from laughter.

Jiang Ping was stunned for a long time. He is also a professional designer, and he is generally very tolerant. No matter what super avant-garde works he sees, he can try his best to appreciate them, and he won't collapse easily—unless he can't help it.

Jiang Ping hadn't finished crying just now, and seeing Wen Hongshan didn't even want to have a serious talk, his postpartum body hadn't recovered, and he didn't dare to laugh too hard, so he could only support the wall while Laughed until tears came out.

"Wen Hongshan, what's the matter with you, why don't I know...you're lucky..."

Wen Hongshan was also very surprised that he would meet Jiang Ping directly at the door. He also planned to ask his assistant to choose the best set to meet Jiang Ping, but it seems that the effect of this set is very good. Jiang Ping ...looks very happy.

"Does it look good? This one. There are two other sets. I can try them too. See which one you like better." Wen Hongshan said solemnly.

"No, why did you suddenly... put on women's clothing?"

"If you like it, I will wear it. Also, I like you, I like you every day." Wen Hongshan was already tall, but now he is more than a head taller than Jiang Ping in high heels. When he said this, he was a little bossy.

Now Jiang Ping really wants to take out his mobile phone and post a post, saying that when I wake up, my lover seems to be pierced by a soul.

Wen Hongshan learns and grows very fast. In the first world, he summed up the problems that appeared in the second world. He changed them in the second world, but he didn't know what was enough. Whether it is enough or not is judged by Jiang Ping.

Seeing that Jiang Ping didn't speak, Wen Hongshan tugged his clothes lightly and asked, "I won't get a divorce, okay?"

"Let's talk, let's go have a meal, I feel like I've slept for 24 hours, I'm hungry." Jiang Ping shrugged.

Wen Hongshan heard that he was going to have dinner with Jiang Ping.

"No, my dear President Wen, are you planning to go out like this? If you are photographed by the media, you will die. Maybe how the news will be written." Jiang Ping held him dumbfounded.

"It's ok."

"It's okay. Be obedient, go back and change your clothes, I'll wait for you." Jiang Ping stuffed him back into his room.

"But……"

"But what?"

"But I'm not good at making you happy, you always make me happy easily, but I don't know how to make you happy, so if you like me dressed as..."

Jiang Ping was going to die.

This man is damn charming at times like this.

When Wen Hongshan came out after changing his clothes, his cell phone rang suddenly. Wen Hongshan originally wanted to hang up, but when he saw that it was Grandpa's call, he hesitated for a while before answering it.

Jiang Ping also saw Wen Hongshan's caller ID, and consciously stood a few steps away.

His marriage with Wen Hongshan was not very blessed, and Wen Hongshan's family members attended politely.But Jiang Ping keenly knew that their family didn't like him. If they had a choice, they probably hoped that Wen Hongshan could marry a woman from a more well-matched family.

Wen Hongshan frowned and picked up the phone: "Grandpa."

"Hongshan, I didn't see you when I went to the company."

"Well, I won't go to the company these days, and things have been arranged."

"Why?" The old man said harshly.

"Because Jiang Ping just gave birth... we... have some problems to solve."

"Oh, he has a baby, let your mother recommend some good confinement sisters and nanny to you, you should go back to the company as soon as possible, many things still need to be watched by you, some people under the decision can't make it, right, Was it a boy or a girl?"

"..." When Wen Hongshan looked up, he suddenly saw Jiang Ping looking away indifferently.Jiang Ping's hearing has always been very good.

"I... want to stay with him." This was the first time Wen Hongshan directly disobeyed his family's expectations of him.Not wanting to focus on the overall situation, not wanting to care about the consequences, Wen Hongshan realized in the illusory world that he wanted to live the life of an ordinary person. During that time in that world, although his body was painful, he Want to live like that.

"Tsk, can he look like a man? A woman doesn't need to accompany her when she gives birth to a child. Does he still have to accompany her when she gives birth? Besides, what's the use of your company? Do you have a professional doctor and nurse? Hongshan, listen to grandpa Yes, you put more energy on the company, if he needs anything, you just let the assistant handle it, can't he be more sensible?"

When Wen Hongshan heard the last sentence in silence, he saw Jiang Ping's face turned pale, and he stood far away from him to write. When he noticed that Wen Hongshan was looking at him, Jiang Ping tried his best to smile and pointed to the toilet. direction, and hid in the toilet like fleeing.

"Hongshan? Did you hear that?"

"Grandpa, did you say the same thing to him?"

"what?"

"Tell Jiang Ping, tell him to be sensible and don't bother me." Wen Hongshan's hand holding the phone was trembling.

"Well, I talked to him after you got married, and he said that he would not affect your work, and he also explained the help his studio can provide to the company. He does still have a certain influence as a designer. "

"Is this the only standard you use to measure a person?" Wen Hongshan couldn't help asking.He himself grew up under such a framework, but Jiang Ping should not have lived such a life.He intentionally asked Jiang Ping to avoid his family, but he didn't know that they had approached Jiang Ping in private.

"Hongshan, what's wrong with you? Why do you ask such a question? The company is not your toy alone, you have to learn to take responsibility. Secret is the brainchild of several generations of the family, providing beautiful enjoyment for countless people around the world. It also provides a platform for countless young people to display their abilities, including Jiang Ping, if fashion companies like us did not open up the market step by step, what room would young designers like them have to develop?"

Wen Hongshan didn't have the strength to argue. In a sense, what the other party said was correct. He couldn't really destroy the giant Secret. This was a failure Wen Hongshan couldn't bear.

Moreover, the company's reform has not really come to an end. Before cultivating professional managers who are familiar with Secret's operation mode, it is impossible for Wen Hongshan to be a hands-off shopkeeper.

Since he was born in this family and raised as an heir, it has been impossible to escape.

He could only take his leave from Jiang Ping, and heard himself say calmly: "It's mainly my own problem. I'm not feeling well recently, so I want to rest for two days. I will take care of it in the company. You rest assured."

"Not feeling well? Have you seen a doctor?"

"Well, I've read it. I'll go back to the company tomorrow."

"Okay, remember to have a regular physical examination every three months, don't be like your father. You won't find out until it spreads."

"Ah."

When Wen Hongshan hung up the phone, Jiang Ping also came out.

After the emotions of just waking up were diluted, the tiredness came back again, Jiang Ping leaned against the wall listlessly, and smiled: "Forget it, I'm suddenly a little tired, so I won't go out to eat, you... you want to go back to the company, right?" ?”

☆, reality

"No." Wen Hongshan also took half a step back, his shoulders slumped, and he took a deep breath.This makes the man even look a little weak.

But soon Jiang Ping realized that it was his own illusion.

"I said that I will go to the company tomorrow. Let's go to eat now. If you are tired, wait for me in the room. I will ask my assistant to bring the food back. I will urge him to hurry up."

"Forget it, let's go together." Jiang Ping saw that the little assistant was suddenly blown up by the roll call, and looked at him in bewilderment while holding a few sets of plus-size women's clothes. Jiang Ping decided to let the poor little assistant go.

The two of them didn't go too far, so they sat down at a tea restaurant nearby.

Small tables, small benches, an open environment, and the boards between the tables are better than nothing. It’s not lunch time yet. The store has just opened and is still cleaning. ? Hong Kong has come long ago?"

"You're hungry, I'll come here when I'm hungry, and I'm thinking of your fried egg and shrimp rice." Jiang Ping probably came here often before, and now he looks very familiar.

"A slippery egg and shrimp, what do you want to eat?"

"A cup of lemon black tea, it's hot, thank you." Wen Hongshan's stomach wasn't stuffy yet, and he felt like he couldn't eat anything. Staying in the virtual space for a long time made him extremely tired, but there was no sign on his face. Showing fatigue.

"Just a cup of black tea is enough? Don't you want a bag? You have to be full at work." The proprietress ordered by hand.

"no need."

"Okay, by the way, brother, are you unloading the goods? I was afraid that you would have an accident every time you came here by yourself." The proprietress explained to the guys, and continued to lie down at the front desk and chat with them.

"Well, lady boss, please don't make fun of me." Jiang Ping was a little embarrassed.

"This is not a joke. Don't look at the proprietress, I run a tea restaurant. I have heard a lot of stories here. This hospital is one of the few in the country that has an obstetrics department for men. The big-bellied man who comes to eat here does not Less. I understand. Is this your husband? I haven't seen it before."

"Well, he was busy before." Jiang Ping did not have Wen Hongshan's face in front of outsiders. No matter whether it was in front of the assistant just now or in front of the proprietress, Jiang Ping did not mention any complaints about Wen Hongshan.

On the contrary, the proprietress stood up for him: "Boys are busy with work and have to take care of their families. Both men and women are the same. It is very hard to conceive a child. You should help him take care of the child more in the future. The birth is a boy or a girl? "

"Girl, I'm still in the nursery and will stay for a while." Jiang Ping replied gently.

The proprietress gave Jiang Ping a free cup of hot milk, saying it was to nourish his body.Jiang Ping lowered his head to eat seriously, and didn't know where to start for a while.

Wen Hongshan took a few sips of the slightly astringent black tea and said, "If you are not satisfied with what I did, you can tell me and I will change it."

"Also... It's not a question of whether to change or not." Jiang Ping paused for a while, chewed and swallowed the last bite of food in his mouth, and then continued: "You are fine, but you are too busy, and I just get more and more tired." The more I can't bear the loneliness."

"You can also spend time doing things that make you happy." Wen Hongshan said seriously.

"I have, Wen Hongshan, I have, I will still go to exhibitions, watch dramas and travel around, I still have many hobbies, but when I do those, I will think of you, and I will hope that you will do these things with me , not me alone, liking you makes me feel that those things are not as interesting as they used to be. There is no way I can separate my life from your life as much as I did when we two first met, if so If we don't, we don't need to be bound by a marriage relationship." Jiang Ping told Wen Hongshan as clearly as possible, in a way that Wen Hongshan could understand.

"Leaving you is also a difficult choice for me, but staying is even more difficult."

Jiang Ping scanned the QR code on the table to pay the bill, tapped Wen Hongshan's cell phone that had been vibrating non-stop since just now, and smiled helplessly, "I won't waste the time of you, President Wen, who is a busy person. Things, I can also take it easy, please contact me when you are free within this month."

After speaking, Jiang Ping got up and left his seat.

"I'm free." Wen Hongshan didn't touch the phone, nor did he look at the messages on the phone. He turned around and sat on the chair in a daze, trying to explain: "I'm free, we're here now." We can talk."

"What if I say I want to talk tomorrow? You will say that I didn't tell you in advance and didn't let you set aside this time. You like everything to go according to your plan, but many things just can't be planned. For example Said that I did not follow the expected delivery date." Jiang Ping said helplessly.

"I don't like everything going according to plan." Wen Hongshan subconsciously objected to this, but after he objected, he was also stunned for a while.

After a while, his blank mind was filled with countless surprises from Jiang Ping, and Wen Hongshan found the answer: "I'm just used to everything going according to plan. In my original plan, there was no I like you, but I didn't marry you."

It is precisely those parts beyond the plan that make Wen Hongshan not a symbol called an heir, but a real individual with his own independent will.

"That's right back into your plans now."

"I don't want to go back to the plan." Wen Hongshan suddenly lowered his head and lowered his voice.

Jiang Ping waited for a while, but Wen Hongshan finally didn't say anything except this sentence.

The day Jiang Ping was discharged from the hospital was a sunny day, and the weather was fine. When standing at the gate of the nursing home, Jiang Ping suddenly didn't know where to go, so he took a taxi and returned to his and Wen Hongshan's home.

In this high-end community, the property owner almost remembers everyone. When he saw him, he greeted him and said, "Mr. Jiang, I have your courier. It has been here for a long time. Do you want me to get it for you?"

"express delivery?"

"Well, that's right. It's been a long time since I sent it over, and I haven't seen you and Mr. Wen."

"Then take it for me, please." Jiang Ping didn't know who sent it.Seeing that the security guy is carrying a rather big box, the elevators in their house are for each elevator, and when he walked into the elevator, the guy couldn't help but let out a groan.

Jiang Ping looked at him with some confusion.

"No, I just didn't expect you, Mr. Jiang, to be a star, but you are so handsome, so I thought maybe you are also a star, but I rarely watch dramas and listen to songs, so I haven't heard of you, so I'm sorry."

Jiang Ping was even more confused.

Following the other person's line of sight, he saw the place where the advertisements were usually placed in the elevator, and a few pages of ppt-like screens were flashing, with his own photo on the screen.

Although Jiang Ping didn't feel bad about his appearance, he was still damned ashamed to suddenly see his picture in the elevator.

What's more terrible is that when I didn't pay attention, I didn't hear it. This ugly ppt was trying to disguise it as a public service advertisement. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the voice of Wen Hongshan's assistant.

"Going home is the best gift..."

Jiang Ping wanted to die.

☆, reality

When Jiang Ping walked to the door of his house, he suddenly became nervous for some reason, and couldn't help asking: "Are you sure you didn't see Mr. Wen come back?"

"Ah? I really didn't see it when I was on duty." The security guy was a little confused. If he didn't often see these two people going in and out together, he would have thought that Jiang Ping was here to be a thief. He looked very guilty.

"Okay." Jiang Ping didn't know why he had to avoid Wen Hongshan. The two of them separated a little awkwardly that day. Jiang Ping couldn't hold back a few words to Wen Hongshan that day. He didn't have a problem-solving attitude at all.

The house is still clean and quiet.

Because neither of them may stay at home, so I invited my aunt to come over once a week to clean up and take care of the pets at home.

Strange to say, Mingming Wen Hongshan has a cold temperament, but he almost opened a small zoo at home. Before Jiang Ping moved in to live with him, his aunt had a nanny room at home to take care of the family. There were cats, cats, dogs, turtles and birds. After Jiang Ping moved here, because Jiang Ping was afraid of dogs, Wen Hongshan fostered the dogs with his friends.

The other small animals are still there, and Jiang Ping will help take care of them, so I didn't let my aunt continue to live together, otherwise the two of them would have to go back to the room and lock the door if they wanted to do something, which made them uncomfortable.

The family is now using automatic feeding and automatic water feeding, as well as expensive cat litter boxes that automatically shovel feces.It's not too much trouble to take care of it. Jiang Ping checked the cat food in the automatic feeder and found that there is still a lot of cat food. It should be that the aunt has come to change the food.

A gold gradually came over and rubbed against Jiang Ping's leg.

"Hey, you're here, you little chatterbox. No one at home can hold you back." Jiang Ping bent down and picked up the cat.

Jiang Ping looked around for a week, but he didn't see any seats in the house. In the living room, the big fat cat went to sleep somewhere. The big fat cat was a stray cat that was picked up later. Not as big as a palm, and after two years of raising him, he was too fat. When Jiang Ping and Wen Hongshan were free, they were thinking about how to help him lose weight.

"Let me see where the office seat is?" Jiang Ping put the chatterbox down, went to the balcony to search around, saw the door of the master bedroom that was ajar, and thought that the fat cat probably went to bed again caught.

"Boss, did you run to the bed again, and you still want to see the ultra-luxury cat litter I bought for you..." Jiang Ping was stunned in the middle of speaking.

Why the hell is Wen Hongshan not at the company but at home!

Wen Hongshan was also very surprised that Jiang Ping would come back. The sequelae left in the system before and the backlog of things during this time, he has been busy these days without touching the ground. He probably suffered from gastroenteritis. He was vomiting and diarrhea after returning in the early morning After several trips, I managed to lie down for a while, but couldn't sleep because of the headache. The fat cat he picked up was more conscientious than the little chatterbox, and jumped on the bed to press the throbbing stomach. Stomach, let Wen Hongshan feel a little better.

"Are you back?" Wen Hongshan threw the kitty off the bed by the nape of his neck.

"Why didn't you tell me when you were discharged from the hospital today?"

Jiang Ping thought that anyway, you will let me take a taxi back by myself, it is possible but not necessary.Seeing Wen Hongshan's face, Jiang Ping recalled the ugly ppt in the elevator again, and said with some hatred, "You made the one in the elevator?"

"En." Wen Hongshan looked at Jiang Ping expectantly.

"What are you expecting? Am I going to praise that for being well-made?" Jiang Ping raised his forehead.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Wen Hongshan frowned. He had a very difficult choice at the time. After all, he thought every photo of Jiang Ping was very good-looking, and he finally picked out a dozen.

"Sure enough, I said that I can't listen to the assistant. I should put all the photos on it and play them in turn." Wen Hongshan bravely blamed his lack of aesthetic ability on the assistant.

Wen Hongshan unlocked his mobile phone and gave it to him. After Jiang Ping took it with some confusion, he saw it in Wen Hongshan's mobile phone album.