Little Master and Little Idol

The little idol didn't expect to meet the young master again under such circumstances.

That's right, as the biggest investor in this movie, how could the young master be absent from such an important occasion?

The little idol suppressed the throbbing in his heart, but he couldn't take his gaze away from that person.

He has lost weight.

Even if he just glanced at it from a distance through the crowd, he was extremely sure.

The little idol looked at the little person he was familiar with and was able to drink and drink among all kinds of people with ease, and he was a little stunned.

Is he like this in a place where he can't see?

It's not a little guy who can only hug himself and act like a baby, and call his name over and over again in his arms, but a young master of a listed company who is in charge of his own business.

With bitterness in his throat, he drank the red wine in his hand.

Many people came to this reception, the little idol didn't listen to the manager's words and brazenly go up to curry favor with the bosses, but hid in the corner and secretly looked at the young master.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was unwillingness, maybe it was just... wanting to meet that person and asking him why he lost weight, he finally walked towards that person.

The change took almost an instant, and before he got close to the young master, a person suddenly walked out from the side of the young master, took his hand intimately, and smiled decently at everyone.

The little idol stopped in his tracks, and the blood all over his body became cold from head to toe in an instant. The enthusiasm and impulse just now seemed to be drowned by a basin of cold water.

He will never forget this woman, the young master's rumored marriage partner, the chairman of the board that day, that is, one of the protagonists in the photo where the young master's father threw a stack of photos on his face, and the eldest lady of another big company.

The people in the photo are just walking side by side, but the two people in front of him are holding hands. If he can still deceive himself that the photo is a lie, how can he explain what he saw with his own eyes?

His hands were clenched into fists, and when he looked at the two people in the crowd, there was only sarcasm in his eyes, and he turned and strode away.

Another person in the crowd looked at his back thoughtfully, then turned to look at the young master again, and suddenly smiled.

"Why are you hiding here?"

There were footsteps behind him, the little idol straightened up and smoothed the hem of his suit that was wrinkled and turned around, stunned for a moment, his expression turned cold, "Why are you?"

The great actor was leaning against the balcony door with a glass of champagne, raised his eyebrows, and asked with great interest, "Then who do you want?"

He said and nodded his brows, "Let me guess, Ji Qinglin?"

"What do you mean?" The little idol lowered his voice.

The great film king shook the champagne in the goblet, and said unhurriedly: "It's not interesting, I just suddenly wanted to feel that things are right and wrong. You didn't want to follow me back then, so it turned out that you had a better backer. No wonder, yes I also choose the young master of the Ji family."

As he spoke, he raised his glass and chuckled, "It's human nature, I can understand it. But why do I feel like you are..."

The great film king paused for a while before continuing: "Is it really emotional?"

The little idol looked at him sharply.

The big film king intentionally staggered his gaze, didn't care about his anger, and said leisurely: "It's a pity, I heard that he is going to get engaged next month. But don't be sad, rich people are like this, they are tired of playing Throw away the things, there will be new ones delivered to you anyway, why feel sorry for them? It’s not worth it.”

He leaned forward, sniffing the breath of the little idol, who frowned and took a step back.

The great actor laughed, stepped forward and grabbed his tie, and said in an ambiguous tone, "How about with me? I'm really interested in you, maybe we can develop a real relationship."

The little idol flicked his hand away, "No need, please respect yourself."

The great film king stood on the side of the stairs, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him. With a thought, he reached out his hand to stop the little idol who was about to leave.

"I just want to ask you one question, do you really like Ji Qinglin?"

He was still looking at the figure from the corner of his eye, but the figure stopped as expected, and the actor laughed in his heart.

The little idol looked at him with an impatient expression, and the anger that had been suppressed with great difficulty surged up again. He looked at the actor and replied word by word: "But each takes what he wants, I don't like men." After speaking, he pushed the barrier away. arms in front of the body.

As soon as he walked out, he came face to face with the person around the corner.

The young master stood at the corner and looked up at him, his face was pale, his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

As soon as the little idol's heart ached, he subconsciously took a step forward to explain, but the last rationality and the repetition of the scene just now in his mind pulled him to stop in time, and he just walked away from him coldly without looking back. walk away.

He didn't see the person behind him sliding slowly against the wall, and fell silently on the soft carpet.

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