Rebirth of the rich and powerful

The original fat body of the Mr. Board of Directors seemed to be suddenly fitted with a spring, and he immediately stood upright. His eyes were wide open, and he looked straight at the oriental boy who was slowly approaching, but he was alone for a long time. Not a word was said.

Guy was intoxicated and watched his work being displayed appropriately—or with a very pleasant surprise, then raised his eyebrows to look at the art director, and then went to see the gentleman on the board of directors.

"It's the right kid, isn't it?" he said softly.

The gentleman on the board of directors suddenly let out a long breath, and said slowly: "You know, my grandfather's grandfather participated in the Battle of the Bastille."

It's your favorite thing to show off, of course we know!Guy and the art director slandered at the same time.

"He has a kind of radiance that I have only seen in my grandfather's grandfather." The gentleman on the board said solemnly, "That war changed the fate of France. This child also has a similar temperament."

Let's not discuss when and where this gentleman met his long-dead great-great-great-grandfather, but this sentence is obviously the highest affirmation.

Guy raised his eyebrows proudly at the art director.

The art director raised his head proudly, like a defeated soldier who refused to admit defeat.

The gentleman from the board of directors rubbed Yan Jian's business card, staring at the lovely name reluctantly for a long time: "Although this child is very, very likable, I must obey the call of my blood, and I choose this."

The gentleman on the board of directors voted for Jiang Yun without hesitation.

Ju Yi politely signaled the art director to speak first, the winner always needs to maintain a proper demeanor.

The art director looked critically at the photos of the two of them, his expression was contemptuous and casual, he spoke quickly and moved quickly: "I choose him."

The art director didn't specify the name, but just threw a small notepad on Jiang Yun's photo.

Guy didn't need to vote anymore, because the winner was already decided.

The glory of the past is always unable to overcome the dawn of the dawn, and it has been like this since ancient times.

Yan Jian knew the result that afternoon, for which he ruthlessly smashed everything he could see in front of him. His loyal servant, a tall man who was as silent as a hill, quietly hid aside, But still couldn't escape Yan Jian's loud complaints.

"You promised, I will definitely get this chance this time!" Yan Jian yelled, picking up something casually and throwing it on the opponent's head.

The tall man didn't speak, but slightly avoided his vitals.

"Waste and waste are a bunch of waste!" Yan Jian was furious, "Who would have imagined that you can't even do this, and you don't need to think about your adoptive mother's wish. It will fail, absolutely fail!"

The man still did not speak.

"Yan! Mo!" Yan Jian angrily dragged out another long silk scarf from the box, and shredded the silk scarf with scissors.

He threw out the soft and semi-transparent rags, and scattered them like snowflakes, falling in every corner of the room.

After a while, he felt distressed and asked the tall man to pick up all the scraps of cloth.

"Tell me, why does Brother Yanmo think that that kind of bastard is better than me?" He asked.

"You are the best." The tall man said in a low voice.

"That's right, I'm the best, I'll let him know!" Yan Jian was full of confidence once again.

No matter in Yan Mo's heart or on the runway, he is much better than that guy Jiang Yun. Those people didn't choose him just because they were blind.

But, I will prove it to them!Yan Jian said firmly to herself.

Jiang Yun went back happily, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Mo was still writing with his head down.

He leaned over and gloated, "Didn't the old man say he wanted to treat you better, why, there are still so many things to do?"

At the end of the speech, he put away the pen, patted the place beside him, and signaled Jiang Yun to sit down next to him: "How is it, is things going well?"

"Of course!" Jiang Yun defeated the hated person, and his mood was particularly high. "They decided to choose me without saying a word."

"Good thing, let's celebrate?" Yan Mo stood up, opened the wine cabinet, and took out a long-preserved red wine.

He doesn't drink much, but he likes to collect these things very much. There is even a huge wine cellar in the old manor on the outskirts.

Jiang Yun drooled as he stared at the precious label on the wine bottle.

He quickly shrugged his nose. In his previous life, he made a mistake drinking. This time, he will not make the same mistake: "I'm not yet twenty."

"Then I'll have a drink myself to celebrate for you." Yan Mo opened the cork anyway.

In front of outsiders, Yan Mo never drank alcohol. Even in private, he seldom drank. Today, for some unknown reason, he suddenly wanted to drink to celebrate.

The jewel-like liquor was poured into a transparent goblet, overflowing with a seductive mellow aroma.

Jiang Yun couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Don't want to try it?" Yan Mo smiled and shook the cup at him.

Jiang Yun shook his head firmly, then quickly turned his head away and stopped looking.

"Then I'll drink it all up." Yan Mo said, and then finished the red wine in the glass with small sips.

I only poured a quarter of a glass of red wine, which is only a few sips. The problem is...

Jiang Yun suddenly remembered that this guy doesn't hold a lot of alcohol either!

He just turned his head and saw Yan Mo leaning against the edge of the table halfway, looking at him with a smile on his face.

There was no trace of drunkenness on Yan Mo's face, but his movements were much lazier than usual, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly swayed his body, as if he was listening to a melodious country folk song.

"Listen!" He suddenly tilted his head halfway, as if there was really a silent piece of music playing in the quiet air.

Jiang Yun approached carefully, half supported him, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to sleep?"

Yan Mo's drinking capacity is light, but the wine quality is good, and he tends to get sleepy when he is drunk - except for that one mistake.

"I don't want to sleep," Yan Mo spoke more slowly than usual, "Now is the time to appreciate with your heart."

"... What do you appreciate?" Jiang Yun couldn't help asking.

"The voice in my heart," Yan Mo pointed his finger at Jiang Yun's chest, "Here, listen, that voice is really beautiful."

...It really is drunk and crazy.

Jiang Yun sighed and tried his best to support Yan Mo: "I'll take you upstairs."

After a year, Jiang Yun's height has increased slightly, but he is still thin, and he is still a standard teenager.

Yan Mo is much taller and stronger than Jiang Yun. Although he is also thin, he has a typical figure that looks thin when he is dressed, and has a fleshy figure when he takes off his clothes.

"Take two steps by yourself." Jiang Yun pushed him hard twice.

At the end of the sentence, he only snorted in a daze, and then stopped moving.

Looking up again, the drunk man had fallen asleep completely.

Jiang Yun pushed and dragged, and finally sent the drunk man into the bedroom. Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the messy clothes on Yan Mo's body, pushed him neatly onto the bed, covered him with a big quilt, and then clapped his hands and left.

When he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment, turned back again, went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, and wiped his hands, face and neck for the drunk man before leaving again.

At the end of the speech, he slept very restlessly.

His dreams are like countless messy colorful fragments, fragmented and chaotic.

There was Jiang Yun in the dream. He looked older than he is now. He stared at him with a pair of eyes. At the end of his speech, he couldn't control himself and leaned forward to kiss him.

Then, with nothing in his arms, Jiang Yun appeared in a further place, as if on the other side of a big river, and waved goodbye to him.

"No, you can't go there!" Yan Mo shouted, but Jiang Yun was really like a light cloud, and when the wind blew, it would scatter in all directions.

Then, at the end of the speech, he woke up with a start, and he sat up all of a sudden, panting heavily, the shock still lingering.

No, he's going to check it out!

Yan Mo climbed down from the bed, still feeling weak in his hands and feet. He didn't even bother to put on his slippers. He stepped on the floor with bare feet, opened the door with rough hands, went to Jiang Yun's room next door, and knocked hard. get up.

After a while, another door opened, and Jiang Yun watched in surprise as Yan Mo was knocking on the door of a vacant room, which was the one he had lived in in his previous life but deliberately didn't choose in this life.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yun asked, all kinds of scenes from horror movies flashed through his mind.

At the end of the speech, he turned his head when he heard the voice. He looked at Jiang Yun, and then turned his head to look at this bedroom that hadn't been lived in for a long time. After a long while, he rubbed his brows: "I made a mistake."

"Wrong?" Jiang Yun didn't understand, and thought he was still drunk.

"It's good that you are here." Yan Mo smiled weakly, walked over, leaned over and kissed Jiang Yun's hair, and then suddenly hugged him tightly, "It's good that you are here."

Jiang Yun raised his hand hesitantly, and patted his back.

It took a long time for Yan Mo to recover, and let go of Jiang Yun apologetically: "I just had a nightmare."

"What nightmare?"

"It's nothing, it's just a dream."

During the daytime of the next day, Yan Mo discovered that this dream had a greater impact on him than he had imagined.

He vaguely felt that the furnishings in the house were different from what he remembered, as were the scenery and stores on the street.

A dessert shop was open across the street, and the burnt aroma of baking spread far away.But in Yan Mo's memory, this dessert shop has been closed for a long time.

His current sense of time seems to be out of control all of a sudden, and it seems that he suddenly has a lot of hallucinations.

"What's wrong with me?" He frowned, not knowing why.

When he came to the company, he heard another sweet voice calling him Brother Yanmo.

The person who came still had a vague face, like a string of non-descript codes—at least it was the same for the past few days.

But now, he felt that this code was full of malice and errors, and it was a virus bug that should be completely removed.

At the end of the sentence, he closed his eyes forcefully.

Yan Jian playfully jumped in front of him, and asked sweetly, "Brother Yan Mo, are you feeling unwell?"

This is a damn attacking virus, it is still constantly impacting the surrounding space boundary, causing irreversible damage.

Kill him, kill him quickly!At the end of the sentence, a voice called out.

At the end of the sentence, he frowned and lowered his head.

"Ah, Brother Yanmo, are you sick? Jiang Yun isn't with you? I'll take you to the hospital~" Yan Jian said happily.

"Get out!" Yan Mo suddenly raised his head, and uttered a word fiercely at him.

"I care about you!" Yan Jian immediately felt aggrieved again, looking so pitiful, with teardrops hanging on her eyelashes, crystal clear.

"Get out!" Yan Mo yelled again.

He felt that if the error code in front of him didn't leave his eyes, he wanted to strangle this guy's neck and completely wipe him out of this world.

Yan Jian cried and ran away again.