Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Fu Lang is such a loser.

The man clicked his tongue lazily, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, and tugged at his collar, revealing a sense of casualness and uninhibitedness.

A black Bentley Mulsanne was parked downstairs of the girls' dormitory. Although there were not many students staying at the Film Academy after the holiday, there were still some.

Fu Lang's hand casually placed outside the car window, the expensive watch revealed by his rolled-up sleeves, the luxurious and low-key Bentley he was driving, and the half of the man's handsome and charming profile revealed when the window was lowered, were all enough to attract attention.

A beautifully dressed girl, with her skirt rippling slightly, walked to the front of the black Bentley. She touched her hair with her fingers and tucked it behind her ears. She bent down slightly and gave the man in the car what she thought was the sweetest smile. "Sir, my name is Lin Manlu. Do you have the honor to meet me?"

In fact, many rich second-generations drive luxury cars to the film academy to hunt for beauties. It is normal for men to be lustful and women to be after money and power.

It was not surprising that Lin Manlu took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the Bentley owner.

Speaking of which, Lin Manlu is also a little goddess-level figure in the film academy. She hasn’t graduated yet, but she has already acted in many film and television dramas in the three years at school. Although they are all supporting roles, and the biggest role is just the third female role, she has also gained a lot of fans with her sweet and lovely image on the screen. Now...

All it takes is an opportunity.

In the entertainment industry, this opportunity is hard to come by.

If you want to get promoted and stand out, you either have to slowly gain experience, or be lucky enough to become famous overnight, or have someone supporting you behind the scenes.

Lin Manlu is not one of the last two, but she doesn’t want to endure it slowly, after all, a girl’s youth is short.

However, Lin Manlu was a proud person and she was not willing to compromise and marry a greasy or dissolute middle-aged dude as her financial sponsor. After all, she was spoiled by her family.

Even though Lin Manlu was being pursued passionately by a young rich second-generation man, she was not moved.

until today……

The man's stunning face in the lowered window of the black Bentley, and his noble temperament that could be seen from afar, made Lin Manlu's heart beat at the first sight.

A voice in her heart told her: You must hold on to this man.

Lin Manlu felt that since she had been so proactive, the other party should not refuse.

If the man was here to hunt for beauty, Lin Manlu would think of herself as a high-quality and beautiful "prey". As long as he agreed, she could take the opportunity to sit in the passenger seat of the Bentley, and everything would be easy.

To put it another way, even if he came to pick up his girlfriend, it would be okay to give him a business card and get to know him.

After all, which man doesn't cheat?

Besides, he doesn't look like he's married yet. As long as he's not married, she's not anyone's mistress.

Fu Lang flicked the ash with his long fingers. He had seen many women like Lin Manlu. Maybe he was interested in playing with her in the past, but now...

Having seen better girls, and having his own sweetheart, Fu Lang felt sickened when he looked at Lin Manlu again. Her ambition was written all over her face, so why should she pretend to be innocent in front of him?

Tsk.

Fu Lang opened his thin lips slightly, lowered his eyebrows and bit the cigarette, and took a slow puff. White smoke circles lingered up, blurring the man's eyebrows. He sneered: "Not everyone can know me. Obviously you don't have the honor."

Lin Manlu's face froze.

Obviously he didn't expect to be rejected.

"Do you see the roses over there?" Fu Lang raised his chin and nonchalantly pointed at the precious and beautiful roses on the co-pilot seat. His tone seemed to carry a hint of pride and boasting, "I have a girlfriend. She's much prettier than you."

Lin Manlu, "..."

Her face really looked a little ugly.

If you don't want to flirt, then don't do it.

Are you still pulling and stepping on others?

Okay, you have a girlfriend who is prettier than me, you are noble, you are great, right?

After Lin Manlu was turned down, she left.

Fu Lang tutted his words and raised his hand to fiddle with the roses. "That's enough. You can only deceive others. No one wants you. Giving flowers is really tacky, don't you think?"

*

Xin Gan is very good at both classical dance and ballet. In her small town in the south of the Yangtze River, there are dance studios that would hire her as a teacher for children, but this might not be the case in a place like Beijing.

They wanted a professional dance teacher, but Xin Gan didn't have the certificate, and they didn't want part-time jobs, so Xin Gan inevitably ran into a wall.

I went to several dance studios and they all said the same thing: I told them I was sorry and then refused.

Maybe it was because she had bad luck when she went out this morning. Xin Gan was a bit unlucky today. When she came out of the last dance studio, there were a few steps and she was accidentally bumped from behind and fell down the stairs.

The man who bumped into her didn't even say sorry. When Xin Gan got up from the pain, the man was gone.

The passers-by looked indifferent and pretended not to see it.

Xin Gan sat herself on the steps; her arms and knees were bruised and scraped.

Although it's not serious and no bones are broken, it still hurts.

"Hiss..." Xin Gan raised her slender arm and touched the bleeding place on her elbow with her fingertips. She couldn't help but gasp in pain and tears welled up in her eyes.

The beautiful but cold-blooded mother said she would use money to sever the blood relationship, the frustration of finding a part-time job, and being hit and injured...

The tone of the day seemed gloomy to Xingan.

Even though Xin Gan was not a person who liked to complain about herself, she couldn't help but have red eyes and bit her lip as she murmured softly, "I'm so unlucky today..."

This emotion is not caused by falling and getting injured, but is the accumulation of one thing after another that happened today.

The grievance, sadness, and loss that had been suppressed in my heart were brought out little by little by the pain, and all the intertwined emotions could no longer be held back.

Crystal clear and hot tears rolled down, even her dark eyelashes were wet. The girl sat on the steps with her knees hugged. Others thought she was crying because of the fall.

It was not until the cell phone in the bag suddenly rang that Xin Gan rubbed his eyes, took it out and pressed the answer button, without even noticing that the keys had rolled to the ground.

"Hello..." Xin Gan had just said one word when Fu Lang on the other end of the phone suddenly frowned, "Are you crying? Were you bullied?"