Don't take off my vest [live]

"Today is the finale." Qi Ming said while pulling the document progress bar to the bottom.

He recalled the plot and said: "Before 'I' found out that the old boss was missing. Short message."

"'There is something urgent, please return quickly'—that's what the text message said." Qi Ming confirmed the last point he wrote last time, and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "What will happen when I go back?"

【Being Shark】

[?Hahahaha urging marriage】

[It’s okay to be caught by a shark, I’ll vote for one, and then the boss will come to save me]

【DoubleS: I should meet the boss】

Qi Ming nodded in agreement and hit the keyboard.

"Inherit the family business?" I yelled, patting the diamond-encrusted table dissatisfied.The diamond was so hard that it scratched my hand. I frowned and wiped away the oozing blood with a tissue.

When my mother saw the blood, she screamed and ran out to find the maid to get the medicine box. For a while, only my father and I were left in the study.

My father looked at me coldly and said: "Your mother is not here, but you have one less help. I am not soft-hearted like your mother. This matter is not negotiable. You must come back to inherit the family business."

"Wait." The more Su Junyou looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and forcibly interrupted Qi Ming, who was obsessed with writing, "What kind of table will be studded with diamonds?"

"Rich people." Qi Ming said concisely.

Su Junyou: "..."

【Grass makes sense】

[Why is the plot suddenly so shaky]

【Embarrassed and want to laugh】

"Rich people don't even have to set their tables with diamonds." Su Junyou rubbed his forehead with some headaches, trying to explain this truth to this minority.

But which minority would set a table with diamonds?

Qi Ming said firmly: "I know. But this diamond table, the table has magical functions."

"What magic use?"

"It scratched 'my' hand."

Su Junyou: "...?"

Seeing that DS didn't understand, Qi Ming didn't intend to explain, but just continued writing.

The small hall is resplendent and resplendent, with bright and warm lights pouring down from the roof, putting everything on a dazzling edge.

Holding a wine glass, I stood in the corner of the banquet hall, trying to minimize my sense of existence.

"It's so boring..." Even after saying this, I still couldn't leave here.

As long as I walk out of this corner, I will be seen by other invited people immediately, and there will probably be countless people who will take the opportunity to strike up a conversation, and I will be very annoyed.

"Son, come here." My father smiled and waved to me standing in the middle of the hall.

The old man was smiling and looking very nice, but I read a message through his squinted eyes:

Brat, if you don't come again, you will be gone.

Gee.

I forcibly endured my displeasure, gritted my teeth and walked over, with a smile on my face: "...Hello, Uncle."

As soon as the words fell, the old man squeezed my arm hard, and the voice came out from between his teeth: "Open your eyes and take a closer look."

I lifted my head listlessly, but my eyes fell on the man's chin.

This uncle is still a little tall.

My gaze continued to move upwards, passing through the thin lips pursed into a smile, the straight bridge of the nose, and the slightly curved eyes, I met the man's gaze.

The next moment, I widened my eyes.

"Boss, boss?!" I covered my mouth in surprise, and kept looking at him between my fingers.

The boss was smiling, and wanted to say hello to me, but his eyes fell on the bandage on my hand, and the corners of his raised mouth gradually sank.

"What's the boss, this is your Uncle Su's son." My father said displeasedly, he gave me a fierce look, "He is a young entrepreneur, young and promising; unlike you, he is a second-generation ancestor. "

I didn't have the strength to answer my father, and my heart was filled with shock.

If the boss is Uncle Su's son, why would he open a store?You know, people like us who have to set their tables with diamonds cost hundreds of millions, so he will count the fraction of hundreds of thousands?

【Grass, has been connoted】

[Don't care, please give me thank you]

Su Junyou looked at the live broadcast window thoughtfully, and his eyes fell on the recurring diamonds.

It never occurred to him that the table encrusted with diamonds was for the second male's attention.He is used to writing the setting of the protagonist's cool texts, and the emotional line is also a part of him that has been criticized all the time.But today, he seems to have learned a new construction method from the young anchor.

——Deliberately hurt and sell miserably.

Su Junyou couldn't help but turned on the microphone, and said, "Is the protagonist's hand just a wound caused by diamonds?"

His thoughts diverged, and he remembered the youth pain novels he had read before, and asked again: "Or is it that there is a virus on the diamond, and the protagonist has not lived long?"

Qi Ming was silent for three seconds: "...it seems not."

"That means amputation?" Su Junyou looked serious.

If a plot alone makes the love partner feel distressed, it is a useless plot for Su Junyou.

He can write a natural relationship line, but it is always close to true love. According to his readers' comments, this is "the highest level that central air conditioning can do", but it is not what lovers should do.

Qi Ming was confused: "...not really."

Su Junyou's expectations were raised to the highest level, and he stopped talking, just said "Then I'll wait for you to continue writing" and shut down.

And Qi Ming stared at a blank screen, without moving for a long time.

After a while, he feebly opened the txt file and entered a line of words on it.

[Sorry, I'm stuck. . . 】

Qi Ming didn't do it on purpose either, he just wanted to write where he wanted to go, and being asked by Su Junyou a series of questions, he wasn't sure if what he wanted to write was right or not.

Seeing the wound, asking a few words, and then contacting the relationship in private, isn't that... the whole function of it?Or should diamonds be more useful?

Such as digging to sell money?

Qi Ming hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't think of a better solution, so he had to bite the bullet and write down.

The boss and my father had a few polite words, and my father drove me to the terrace with the reason of "learn more from Young Master Su".Of course, the boss stays with me too.

He propped his elbows back on the stone railing, fumbled for something from his pocket, and took it to his mouth.

I only saw that it was a white line, and subconsciously said: "Boss, it's best not to smoke, it's harmful to your health."

The boss looked at me and was stunned for a moment. The corner of his mouth curled up. He took out the same thing from his pocket and threw it to me. "You try it too, so you won't say that."

The white object drew a parabola in the air, and I frantically caught it.I didn't have time to observe him carefully until the thing was really in the palm of my hand.

It's a lollipop, flavored with white peach.

I looked at the boss in surprise, just in time to meet his smiling face.

"This candy is very sweet." The boss said, he kept staring at me, watching me peel off the candy wrapper and stuff the candy into my mouth, then the smile gradually faded, "What's the matter with your injury?"

"What?" I looked up in confusion, followed his gaze, and finally landed on my bandaged hand.

Is it this?

I hurriedly waved my hand and said, "I accidentally hurt myself, it's nothing."

"Really?" The boss frowned, with suspicion on his face.

"Really, really." I nodded hastily, and in order to change the subject, I deliberately mentioned other things, "Before you entrusted me with the shop, I took good care of it!"

"Really?" The boss frowned slightly, and his tone softened a lot, "How is the store?"

"Everything is missing." I patted my chest proudly, "And there are many guests here."

The boss nodded approvingly, and suddenly froze, "A lot of guests have come, but there is nothing missing?"

"Yes, it was not stolen."

"...How much did you sell?"

"No." I frowned, with a dissatisfied expression, "They don't deserve the things you made yourself, boss."

The boss looked at me without a word, and I looked back at him seriously. After a few seconds, he suddenly laughed.His shoulders kept shaking, he laughed louder and louder, and finally leaned weakly on my shoulder.

I frowned and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

His body was still shaking slightly, and he didn't reply for a while.Then a big warm hand rested on my shoulder, and he stood up with difficulty, but his head was still attached to the side of my neck, and the hot air from his jets breathed on my skin one after another, making it itchy.

"I laugh at you as an unqualified clerk." The boss said, "You have been fired and you have to compensate me."

!

I stared blankly. If I was fired, would I never see my boss again?

"How, how to compensate?" My lips trembled uncontrollably, and I couldn't imagine what I should do afterwards.

"It's not something you, a small clerk, can afford." The boss shook his finger with regret.

But I really, really can't help but see him.

My voice trembled: "I... I will try my best!"

The boss finally raised his head and turned sideways to stare at me.

His eyes reflected the bright moonlight, and there seemed to be something burning in the depths of his pupils.His lips parted slightly, and his voice was so weak that a gust of wind could blow it away.

"you are stupid."

"What?" I turned my head away puzzled, and inadvertently got a little closer to the boss.

His voice was ambiguous and deep, like a pot of wine drinking alone under the moonlit night, "The clerk can't... it doesn't mean the proprietress can't."

Qi Ming exhaled, and finally typed three words solemnly and seriously.

"The full text is over."

[Fuck, the boss is so good]

[Why does the anchor do this? ? ? 】

[No, I thought the host was joking, so it's really a gay novel? 】

[Why did I turn purple by myself]

"How is it?" Qi Ming asked with some expectation, he only had the bright ID on the top in his eyes.

I don't know what DS will think after seeing it...

He was a little apprehensive.

Su Junyou was silent for a moment, and said sincerely: "It's pretty good, as far as romance novels are concerned."

[gay gas in gay]

【Sweetened to 555】

[I brought the pen, do you have a story? 】

Qi Ming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's fine."

He glanced at the time in the lower right corner, and said to the audience: "Come here first today, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Su Junyou said.

After the live broadcast ended, Qi Ming stood up with difficulty, did a set of gymnastics, and then sat down again to send the freshly finished novel to Master S.

S is not online at the moment, but it's no wonder, Mr. Neighbor is currently on a business trip and should be very busy.

Qi Ming sighed, reopened the document, and checked for typos.

Su Qiyou, Su Qiyou... Su Junyou.

He slapped his thigh in shock, and finally understood where the familiarity came from.

It's over, it's hard to say whether Mr. Neighbor is Qiyou, even if he is not, how easy it is to make people think wrong when this name is associated with the novel with No.1 as the perspective!

Qi Ming's scalp was numb, and after the document was passed on, he quickly added a few words.

7UU72: I'm not very good at naming, so I took the liberty of using Mr. Qiyou's name...

7UU72: But the prototype is not Mr. Qiyou, but the boss of my live broadcast room 0v0

After a while, Su Junyou finally went online.Although he was reading the text exactly at the pace of Qi Ming's code words, he downloaded the file and browsed it roughly.

When he saw the message from Qi Ming, his fingers were a little stiff, and it took him a long time to send the message.

S: Boss?

S: ... Do you like the boss in your studio?

Qi Ming was stunned at first, but soon a blush crept up his cheeks, burning hot as if he had a fever.His mind was muddled, and he replied to Mr. Neighbor unconsciously.

7UU72: No, I just think he is very suitable to be the protagonist.

7UU72: It feels like a hero in a romance novel!I couldn't help but write it out...

7UU72: Ah, I know this is not right, I will apologize later.

S: ...OK.

Even though he managed to fool the past, the heat on Qi Ming's face still didn't subside, and he clicked on the Chinese language learning group that suddenly became lively.

NoJoker: So boring, when will the boss come back? @S

Xiuzzz: Hurry up, we have almost dealt with things, maybe we can be free tomorrow.

Xiuzzz: But you are abroad, why do you care about these things in China?

NoJoker: Hehehe, this year's final is in China!I can find time to come and play!

LiYan: Stop talking nonsense and start training.

……

After a bunch of chatter swiped the screen, S Shanshan appeared.

S: Well, go back to S City tomorrow night.

Not long after seeing this sentence, Qi Ming's cell phone vibrated, notifying him of a new WeChat message.Qi Ming raised his red face, clicked on the new message, and reminded him that it was from Mr. Neighbor.

Su: I will come back from a business trip tomorrow.

S has already said it in the group, and Qi Ming typed to reply without thinking.

7Ming: Well, I know.

Su:?

Su: You know?