Depraved

Morning, eight o'clock.

The sky is still groggy, out of the darkness of the night, but it has been slow to give an answer about the morning light.Large clouds in the eastern sky obscured the daylight.

"No wonder it was so boring last night." Lying by the window, Fang Ting yawned softly, and wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, "So it's going to rain."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mu Shen buttoned down the buttons one by one. Hearing Fang Ting's words, he also glanced out of the window. Before his brows were condensed, he loosened them again: "I'm afraid the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the opening of Redas will have to be cancelled." gone."

"Redas?" Fang Ting was vaguely impressed, and turned back with his hands on the railing, leaning his back on the windowsill with his elbows, "Isn't that the one that has been getting a lot of attention recently? It is said that the background is very strong, and the designer is also internationally famous." , invited Xu Jingyan and Zhao He with a lot of publicity—but why did you pay attention? Shangzhuo doesn’t have luxury business, right?”

Mu Shen nodded flatly, although his face has always been a restored stone statue, at this time Fang Ting inexplicably felt a little extra dignified by relying on his sixth sense, Mu Shen's words were smooth and natural, " The major shareholder is an old friend of my father, and the designer is also an old friend, so I went there to show respect." He put the words in his delicate heart, but he felt that Mu Shen had considered it several times in his heart. , every word is quite meaningful.

Thinking too much is not a disease, but thinking too much is excessive.Fang Ting gave that villain in his heart a slap, save yourself a little thought, see Tian Tian'er thinking about it blindly, step back ten thousand steps, what does it matter to you if you figure it out?

It's just that anything that can be stopped is not called thinking.

Fang Ting was thinking a thousand times, scratching his heart, nodding his head obediently, closing his mouth just right, smiling, and snuggled up to Mu Shen, putting his arm around his shoulder: "What do you want to eat? I do it."

If I want to eat, I will do it.

It was the tone of an old couple. Thinking of this, Mu Shen couldn't help but bend his lips, turned his head to look at him, his eyes were gentle: "Anything is fine. What does Ah Ting like to eat?"

Fang Ting thought for a while, and was about to answer when the phone rang suddenly. Mu Shen gave Fang Ting a sorry look, and connected the phone.

It was Fu Xue'an, Mu Shen's general assistant.

Fang Ting listened to the people on the other end of the phone talking non-stop, while Mu Shen never answered, and didn't even show an expression from the beginning to the end, and finally hung up after saying "um".Looking back, there was a gentle smile in his eyes: "The ribbon-cutting has indeed been cancelled, and there is no new itinerary."

No new itinerary?

Fang Ting sighed in his heart, but he couldn't help smiling, as if he was very pleasantly surprised from the bottom of his heart: "So, can you accompany me for a morning?"

It's not that he can't understand the hypocrisy behind the smile, but also understands this kind of person, who smiles attentively and whispers in his ear, all acting on the spot.It was originally a transaction, I paid for it, and he paid for his smile and body—the sincerity I want, how can I get it with this method?

After that day, I often thought, over and over again, whether the decision I made on impulse has left us with no room for turning back forever?From now on, he can hold my arm and raise his eyebrows and laugh jokingly, and he can blush and frown under me. Maybe share the true sorrow and joy in his heart.

Maybe it was wrong from the beginning.

He wasn't worthy of my liking.

My heart was sinking all the time, but I held his hand, pulled the corner of my lips and gave him a smile: "Take you to the hot spring manor, okay?"

Hot Spring Manor is not a manor, but a group of high-end villas located on the outskirts of City B.Most of them don't live in people, they are just a place for leisure and vacation.Of course, it is exclusive to the dignitaries and the rich.

"A total of one hundred buildings, divided into AB and AB." Mu Shen stopped in front of the black-lacquered iron gate, looked up to confirm the house number, A26, and let go of Fang Ting's hand, "A district has 30 buildings, and B district has 70 buildings. This place was bought ten years ago, I rarely come here, it is already half deserted. If you like, you can come and play often.”

Opening the wallet, he took out a card and slid it across the card slot in front of the door. With a sound of "ding", the one-inch-sized screen lit up with white light. Mu Shen pressed his index finger up, the white light flickered for a while, then went out suddenly, and the iron door slid open to both sides almost silently.

He tilted his head, looked over Fangting, and met the middle-aged man wearing a brown jacket behind him: "Uncle Huang, you can find a place to rest, and I will call you when you are about to leave."

The man drooped his eyes, looked worried, and nodded solemnly.He glanced at Fang Ting again, with a complicated look on his face, but he didn't say anything. He went through the door, took a side path, and turned to the back of the main building.Mu Shen watched him off until his back disappeared, frowning slightly.

Turning around, his eyes fell on Fang Ting.

It turns out that this is a high-end villa.

The door slid open slowly.Except for the vague cover of the fence gate, the scenery of the front yard of the villa is completely presented in front of you.The main road leads to the gate of the European-style villa, and pagoda trees are planted on both sides, which seem to be old for a long time. According to the time when the villa was built, it should be transplanted.There are two huge celadon vats on both sides of the door, and potted osmanthus trees are planted in the vats.The combination of Chinese and Western styles is elegant and clean, and it doesn't look messy.

The decoration alone may cost no less than a million.

If you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Fang Ting looked at him coldly, and suddenly felt very annoyed by people like Mu Shen, um, an annoyance born of jealousy.Born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he wanted the wind and the rain since he was a child, and received the best education. When he inherited the family property, he wanted money, money, power, and power. come up.

Heh, it has to be willing and impatient.

Laughing lazily.

Maybe a little biased, but who in this world can not be biased?Anyone who keeps talking about being objective and fair will inevitably use his own experience to ponder and think. It is better to say openly, yes, I am still biased.

I'm jealous, resentful.

Although Mu Shen is not as virtuous as ordinary rich second generations, I still want to put him in that category and hate him.

I want to hate it, why is it not me who was born to be a dragon and a phoenix?Otherwise, how could I have fallen to this point?

There is a raging fire in my heart, which has dried up the tears that I wanted to shed but failed to shed for so many years.

... I want to be convinced that reincarnation is also a skill.

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