As a substitute, the male protagonist is sweet and soft

The only good news Su Nanqing got that day was that he didn't have to worry about finding a job.

The fat sausage noodle shop where the original owner worked called and scolded him severely, "Su Nanqing, you [beep——]... Do you still want to come to work? "

As far as Su Nanqing is concerned, he really doesn't have the ability to apologize to others. Even if he is scolded bloody, he can maintain a chic attitude, and he bluntly asks the boss not to fire him. Huge debts, no income is not enough.

In the end, under the pressure of the bad boss, he was forced to deduct several hundred yuan before he was willing to continue to let him go to work.

Of course, Su Nanqing didn't understand that she was being squeezed out, and she was self-contained and happy that she didn't have to work hard to find a job.

He put on a small apron, held a colander in his hand, and happily started his unskilled work, completely forgetting about the exam, the surname of Yu and the surname of Kong, and the wedding. up.

Confucius stretched lazily after grading the last paper in the office.He is a teacher of an elective course that is not very important, and he doesn't even have a book, so he borrows books from other subjects for the exam.The content of the daily lectures is gossip about some celebrities in country X, secrets and anecdotes, etc., because the lecture style is relaxed and funny, and there are some small jokes that are banned from time to time, the relationship between him and his classmates is not bad, even They are similar in age, and from time to time, they can drink some wine and have a barbecue with the students they teach.

So when Su Nanqing slapped the paper in front of him fiercely, he was stunned. He couldn't think of what he had done to offend others.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had been wronged. He was so angry that he immediately went to the score registration system and filled in a 59 for Su Nanqing.

Offended the teacher, this can not hang you?

After confirming the grades, he regretted it again. He shouldn't be such a teacher who failed students because of his own selfish desires. With a bit of shame, he found out Su Nanqing's test paper.

Seeing all the nonsense, Confucius felt that his 59 is really high, 19 is almost the same!He angrily covered the test paper on the table, and the shame he had just now disappeared, but when he saw the answers to the additional questions, he became interested.

The reason for this additional question is purely for fun, and then I just want to tease my big cousin who only knows work all day long and has no sense of humor.

If you only study history, few people will be interested in a regent who cedes the land and seeks glory.In the circle of unofficial history, this person is often talked about by people, and there is no other reason, but there are too many secrets and too many books.

It stands to reason that at that time raising rabbits was already a common thing among the upper class, and it was not considered a secret, let alone being a man.But this is the first one to marry a man seriously.At that time, there were three types of unfilial piety, the greatest being no offspring. The unmarried prince regent in his 30s brought a male princess who could not bear children into the palace. delisted.

And there is another reason that makes the topic even more interesting, that is, the regent married the powerful young general of the Su family back then, and the relationship between the two was incompatible. Nothing.

The relationship between the two people started inexplicably, and ended inexplicably.General Su Xiao, who was supposed to die heroically on the battlefield, died in his bridal chamber, and has been branded a traitor ever since.However, the regent, who was supposed to guard the country conscientiously, signed a cession treaty that humiliated the country after the defeat in Yunan, and handed over Yunan to others, turning him into a traitor in people's mouth.

Confucius also likes the secret history, and this passage is his favorite.As for the reason, he is different from others, he is because his cousin, Yu Chuan, the president of Yu Nan Hotel, is not simply the same name and surname as the regent in history, but the real same person, He is the only one who knows the inside story.

What others know is unofficial history, what he has here is the real official history!

Confucius Heng thought about Su Nanqing, who had a low sense of presence, and didn't pay much attention in class. He was a sophomore, and he couldn't remember what this person looked like.

But he remembered that look clearly today, and he felt familiar.

He took the mobile phone, put the other hand on the answer of Su Nanqing's additional question, narrowed his eyes slightly, and dialed a number, "Director Wang, I'm Xiao Kong, please help me to transfer the second history class Su Nanqing's ID photo, thank you! What? Mention you more in front of my brother? Definitely, don't worry!"

A student with a dull personality who doesn't like to make troubles, but he answered the open-book final exam so perfunctorily, and wrote such a sentence in the additional question, which is really strange.

Maybe... this is the person Yu Chuan has been looking for, he dare not guarantee it.

He immediately turned off the computer, and while waiting for the photos, drove to a Chinese-style manor.

"Mr. Kong is here?" The butler, who was about fifty years old, smiled at Confucius Heng and said to a young man, "Go and park this car."

Kong Ziheng threw the car keys over, so he wasn't ashamed, he just had a driver's license for several years, and he still doesn't know how to park, what's the big deal.

"It seems that there are quite a lot of people at home today? What are you doing?" Although his cousin is very rich, he doesn't like having too many servants at home. Except for special occasions, this huge garden is basically just There is only one housekeeper and one nanny.

"There is a high-level meeting." The housekeeper stopped talking and never said anything that should not be said.

In the spacious living room, you can hear the ticking sound of engraved leaks. The whole decoration is generally in Jiangnan style. Looking through the whole side of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you can see a small artificial lake. There is a small pavilion, which is very emotional.

Every time Confucius came here, he would think, if he lived permanently, would he suffer from rheumatism?

And in this cozy and quiet Jiangnan-style living room, there is an extremely abrupt portrait. It is even more strange to put it together with the expensive calligraphy and painting ornaments in this living room, but no one dares to bring it up.

"Just wait for a while, the meeting over there should be almost over."

Confucius kept smiling and quietly waited in the living room for the summons.Sitting on the off-white sofa, he could clearly see the portrait on the opposite wall.The old and stereotyped Mr. President is not even willing to buy a TV. He looks like an old antique. He thinks that the TV will destroy the overall style of the living room.

He turned on his phone, and Director Wang had already sent a photo of his ID.A clean and tidy white shirt. Just by looking at the photos, you can see that Su Nanqing's hair is soft and fluffy. In the school photos, I even found someone to dress up the students and put on light makeup, so that people's facial features are clearer. up.

The man in the portrait is wearing black armor, his eyes are half closed, his eyes are fierce, and his face and clothes are stained with blood.

From the perspective of feng shui, it is not auspicious for this painting to be placed here.

The portrait is not particularly good-looking, but it is realistic. The flowing ponytail is slightly raised in the wind, and you can still see the heroic appearance of a young general.

Kong Ziheng raised the phone and overlapped the face in the photo with the face in the portrait.

Paintings and photos cannot be compared, but these two faces are indeed similar.

Confucius was always excited.

He even felt that the eyes that Su Nanqing looked at him viciously that day were exactly the same as those in this portrait.

"Cousin!" Confucius pushed open the wooden study door, and was so excited that he almost stumbled towards Yu Chuan's desk.The lights in the study were a little dim, and the whole room was filled with a woody fragrance.

The man sitting behind the computer looked up at him lazily, but continued typing on the keyboard as if he didn't exist.

Confucius Heng panted heavily, and was not annoyed when he saw that the man ignored him. On the contrary, he smiled in a good mood, leaned against the table, took a breath, and said in a casual manner: "Brother Yu, don't you want to Ask me why I came to see you?"

The man remained silent.

The corner of Kong Ziheng’s mouth twitched. He recently framed President Yu and did a lot of stupid things. Last time, he asked him to pretend to be his boyfriend to anger his ex-boyfriend. After he came back, the president blocked him, and he hasn’t given him yet. Release it.

But this matter is not his own business, nor is it a stupid thing!This is news about the white moonlight cinnabar mole that Mr. Yu has been thinking about for two generations!

Confucius shut down Yu Chuan's computer with a slap, and said condescendingly and desperately, "I'm talking about Mr. Yu! This is a big deal! You have to listen to me!"

Few people dare to speak to him with this attitude, let alone turn off the computer. Only Confucius Heng relied on his relatives and knew Yu Chuan's secret, so he dared to go too far, but he was still afraid.

His cousin has a big business, and his assets are spread all over the country. More than half of the city's hotel industry and tourism industry are in his hands, so he can be regarded as talkative in any circle.

Such a person's temper is naturally more difficult to figure out.

Yu Chuan leaned back on the office chair, clasped his hands, looked at the fingers that were almost pinched, his expression was so cold that Confucius couldn't help shivering, "How many times have I said, my business, don't need you Tube."

Teacher Kong, who was still very imposing just now, suddenly died and sighed. He can't hide anything from President Yu's piercing eyes.

"There's nothing else, you can go." Yu Chuan rested his elbows on the table, his expression was so indifferent that it seemed that it was too much trouble to even give him a look, and he mercilessly sent an ultimatum to Confucius Heng.

This is not the first time Kong Ziheng introduced boys to him. Since the portrait was hung in the living room, every few months Confucius would come to him with photos or boys, and every time he said excitedly that it was for him I found my wife.

As for whether it is his wife, he still recognizes it.

But Confucius never gave up, and said that it is always good to let him keep a small gadget by his side to relieve the fire.

"No, you really have to take a look this time!" Kong Ziheng left unwillingly, facing the risk of death penalty, he took a photo of his mobile phone in front of Yu Chuan, and said with certainty: "How about this face! Is it like it!"

Yu Chuan took a cursory glance, picked up the intercom phone on the table with his knuckle fingers, and called the housekeeper to come over and invite this worried little cousin out.

"Damn you," Kong Ziheng couldn't help swearing, gritted his teeth, and refused to move away from the edge of the table. This time he had a second move. He approached, almost leaned over the table, and pointed at the table. The photo said: "Do you know his name?"

"Su, Nan, Qing!" He said word by word.

Unofficial history records that General Su's real name is Su Wannan, two of these three characters, he does not believe that Yu Chuan is not tempted.

Under the dim light, Yu Chuan frowned, and his eyes turned to the photo on the desktop again, his expression fluctuated, but he quickly put away this expression.

There was a piercing coldness in his eyes, he squinted his eyes halfway, but the light brown eyes were full of darkness and danger at the moment, he said in a stern voice: "Nan Qing? Who is he? Chunan is his life, just Even Wan Nan is written in the name, but you told me that the one named Nan Qing is him?"

Confucius Heng, who had been a teacher for two years, was stunned. He didn't expect such an obvious thing?How could Little General Su, who regarded Yunan as his life, give himself such a name!Confucius Heng's legs were so weak that he almost fell to the ground, and he apologized tremblingly, "Brother, yes, I'm sorry, I, I didn't notice."

He swallowed, not daring to look into Yu Chuan's eyes.This time it was really messed up, Kong Ziheng slapped himself in the heart, and carefully went to get his mobile phone and prepared to run away immediately.He came here to remonstrate to death this time, and he didn't plan to go back. If he hadn't taken a fancy to a limited-edition sports car worth 400 million yuan, and he didn't have any spare money, how could he have come here to die.

Just when he was about to touch the mobile phone, Yu Chuan's mobile phone next to the computer suddenly vibrated, and the suffocating air finally leaked a gap that was barely enough for people to breathe. Kong Ziheng took a deep breath, embarrassed With a smile, he said in a low voice: "Brother, shall I go first?"

Yu Chuan looked at the caller's name displayed on the phone, and pursed his lips tightly. The elders have reached a leisurely age, thinking about things that are available all day long. His mother recently contacted a matchmaking company that specializes in matchmaking for rich people. He couldn't help but get a headache and didn't really want to pick it up.

"Wait." Yu Chuan stopped suddenly, his cold eyes fell on the photo, Kong Ziheng's fingers froze, the alarm bell rang in his heart, and he dared not move again.

"Send me a photo of this."

"???"

President Yu's temper is indeed unpredictable, even Kong Ziheng, an old fritter who has died in front of him for more than ten years, was shocked by his inexplicable psychological changes, he was a little at a loss, and murmured: "Brother, you Blocked me..."

The vibrating sound lasted for a long time before it stopped. Yu Chuan took the phone and just released Kong Ziheng from the blacklist when the ID photo that made him a little confused appeared on the screen.After a while of silence, it was blacked out again.

Then there was another message reminder, and he opened it impatiently.

[Son, the dating agency has introduced several boys. I have seen them. They are all good in terms of family background and appearance.You are old and young, and there is no one around, and my mother is always worried, and I will not force you, I just want you to meet, okay? ]

[Mom, I'm sorry, I've been busy recently, next time. ]

The mobile phone was randomly thrown on the table, and the message was not sent again.Falling into the silent study room again, Yu Chuan lay back on the office chair, closed his eyes tiredly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. The whole person seemed to be in anxiety. This is the third time his mother mentioned this matter to him this month. Good intentions, he is not good at rejecting again and again.

He thought of the boy he had met at school the last two times.

The photo is the same person as that boy, but it seems a little different. What is the difference?

Yu Chuan pressed his eyebrows, picked up the internal phone, closed his eyes and said, "There is a student named Su Nanqing in University A. I want all his materials, and send them to me tomorrow...by tonight."