Revenge of the Reborn Boss

It was Wen Renxi, indeed it was him.

Wen Ren is his grandma's surname, Zhao Xi changed it to Wen Renxi, hum... Even if this person wants to hide himself, it is too arrogant.Song Huailan clenched her fists and stared at him like Wen Ruoxi, unable to look away for a moment.

At this moment, Zhao Xi is not what he used to be. If he used to be weak and boneless, his brows were affectionate, but now he exudes the arrogance of a rich man. His face is so cold that people can freeze to death, and his slightly raised eyes are full of disdain. .Damn, this guy, if he is an actor, he will definitely be the best actor, and no one else will sing.The real body of the ordinary waiter turned out to be the rich young master with a psychopath, which is disgusting enough.

Song Huailan was unconsciously emotional, the more he looked at this man, the more he felt obscene and despicable, after thinking about it, he didn't know where he had offended him, and he was going to kill him so hard.

Zhao Xi is wearing a fur coat, with a round fur collar setting off a delicate little face, with smoky fingertips, like the old fox Zhao Baoming.The eyes of others are invisible to him, he is himself, the sun present, and except for his light, everyone else is a dim star. (Nietzsche appeared, the villain BOSS appeared...)

Song Huailan almost gritted his steel teeth, and almost impulsively stepped forward to beat him to death.He was still fighting with heaven and man at the same place, when Wen Ruoxi beside him suddenly stood up and walked straight towards Zhao Xi.

Huh?Are you going to mess around again?Song Huailan followed closely, ignoring Wen Ruoxi's pale face.

Wen Ruoxi walked up to Zhao Xi and said something briefly, Zhao Xi shook his upturned right leg, sneered for a while before getting up, and the two walked into the house together.Where and where?Song Huailan racked his brains and couldn't understand the "eyes" between the two. Even Zhao Yu's eyes from staring to expecting to disappointed to angry didn't care. He just followed the two of them foolishly. .

Poor child Zhao Yu is still waiting for Song Huailan to show his softness.

The toilets of the owner of the villa have reached the standard of a star hotel, and the sound insulation effect is first-class.Song Huailan watched the two walk in helplessly, but she couldn't find anything by pressing her ears to the door.Damn it, why repair such a good toilet, recycle poop and plant flowers?

In just 5 minutes, the two came out one after the other.Zhao Xi was full of arrogance and his eyes were high above the ceiling. He never glanced at Song Huailan who was standing at the door. Wen Ruoxi who came out from behind had slightly red eyes and looked very angry.

Song Huailan thought for a while, then stepped forward and asked, "Teacher, what's wrong with you."

Wen Ruoxi glanced at him: "Why are you here?"

Song Huailan laughed and said, "I'm not worried about you."

"Worried about what I do, have you seen Haihe?"

Haihe?What is Haihe, why do you want to see him.

Seeing Song Huailan's bewildered face, Wen Ruoxi raised her voice angrily: "What on earth do you want to do! Have you forgotten your purpose of coming here?"

Come on, why ask so many questions, scolding, those two people are not vegetarians, can he do anything unnecessary.Song Huailan secretly scolded herself for being cheap, nodded and hid in the toilet.In the toilet, Song Huailan turned around one by one. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he couldn't stop his behavior. Of course, he found nothing in the end.

When Song Huailan returned to the runway, Wen Ruoxi's expression was calm, and she no longer had the aura of arrogance just now.

"Haihe is about to appear. Take a closer look. His aura and performance are suitable for what kind of attire. Don't rely on imagination." And the contempt is unabashed.

They are all enemies, and he is happy to see the scene of dogs biting dogs.However, the two of them just exchanged glances, and they didn't pay attention to actions at all. Song Huailan hoped that there would be a day when the fisherman would benefit from it.

"Teacher, are you married?"

"En?" Wen Ruoxi slightly straightened her back.

"Hehe, I heard that the thoughts of married people and unmarried people are two levels. You are much better than us. Could it be some family factors." Song Huailan smiled.

"Maybe, people who are full of emotions will have more energy at work." Wen Ruoxi turned her head and glanced at him, "Be serious, I want you to watch the fashion show now, not to discuss relationship issues."

Emotional?Is this a disguised admission that he is happy?Song Huailan felt sad again.I didn't have the patience to watch the fashion show that followed, and just sat quietly on the side.

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The god of luck will not favor again and again.Song Huailan didn't please both sides this time. On the one hand, Zhao Yu asked him fiercely how he got into that party, but Song Huailan kept silent.On the one hand, his apprenticeship was no longer going well, and his remaining brain cells were completely dead under the pressure again and again, and the rest were all waste.

God has already given him a good deal, the previous few times he was able to make it past, Song Huailan always missed more than one shot when it came to the real thing, and Wen Ruoxi frowned frequently.

"The teacher drinks water, and the teacher drinks coffee." It doesn't matter if you can't use your brain, but you can do it yourself.Yihui can afford cheap labourers, and Song Huailan continues to do nothing shamelessly.

"Chi Town, what do you think?" The apprentices of the same period had already started their careers, but Chi Town was so stupid that he couldn't come up with anything good.

"Mine?" Song Huailan pointed casually, the painting is pretty good, but the design is so bad, it seems like no one has gotten started.

Wen Ruoxi patted the manuscript: "I don't understand, why is there such a big difference between your front and back? Is it because you didn't care, or was it not your idea before?"

"I'm sorry." Although she was being scolded, Song Huailan didn't feel guilty at all.Just standing in the middle of a group of young people with a thick face.

Song Huailan is good at many things, dealing with people, how to grab a site, how to run a nightclub, he can learn these things without even being taught. When it comes to fashion design, he is just a layman, and he is definitely at a disadvantage compared to professionals.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I don't want to listen anymore, you can think about it when you go back." How could Yihui produce such a person, isn't it just a signboard?

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Song Huailan rode a bicycle back to Zhao's house, and returned to the house alone.Zhao Yu has ignored him for a few days. The Zhao family is so luxurious and magnanimous, but Song Huailan can only sit in a small corner and can't intrude.

To talk about the harvest of rebirth, Lian Rong and Zhao Yu, one is an upright and considerate friend, and the other is a young master with a good temper but not a bad heart.Making Zhao Yu angry was not what Song Huailan wanted. If possible, he would have preferred Zhao Yu to be his younger brother.

"Huh..." I scribbled a few manuscripts, and the more I drew, the more annoying I became.It's normal that he can't keep up with the fashion rhythm, because he is a black crow in a colorful world, with no sense of color and low requirements for clothing.Frustrated, Song Huailan pushed the manuscript to the ground.

Let's sleep, I hope to straighten out the troubled mind in the dream.

Song Huailan opened the cabinet and took out her pajamas.He and Zhao Yu lived in the same room, he slept on the floor and Zhao Yu slept on the bed.In fact, Zhao's house is very big, and there is no difference between one or two rooms, but Zhao Yu just wants to stick with him, which makes Song Huailan dumbfounded.He took off his coat, put on his pajamas, unbuttoned it, and took off his pants...

At the same time, the door opened.

Song Huailan turned his back to the door, holding the closet door with one hand, and pulling the neck of his trousers with the other. He thought it was Zhao Yu who had returned, and said flatteringly, "Master, you've finally calmed down and come back?"

"..."

There was silence behind him.

Song Huailan thought he was still angry, so she quickly put on the other trouser leg, put on the trousers and turned around: "Okay, I'll let it go, don't be angry..." Before he finished speaking, he couldn't continue because the person in front of him It wasn't Zhao Yu at all but Zhao Xi.

This time it was really a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

"Young Master." No matter what, he stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiling face, even though Song Huailan hated him to death.

Zhao Xi was sullen, he just came in to find something.Unexpectedly, an outsider appeared in my younger brother's room, and that person was still changing his pants with his ass up.Besides, Zhao Xi has a strong memory, and he immediately remembered that he was the kid who had been by Wen Ruoxi's side that night.

"Why are you at my house?" Zhao Xi looked at Song Huailan's open pajamas playfully, his emaciated body was really horrible.The ribs are distinct, and they are so thin that they have not eaten enough in eight lifetimes.

Song Huailan noticed his gaze, quickly pulled up his clothes, and said, "I am the second young master's younger brother, and I was ordered to live in his house." In a word, she left herself clean.

"Zhao Yu, kid..." Zhao Xi stared at him, without asking any further questions, and walked towards the bookcase.

Song Huailan breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly began to button his buttons.After Zhao Xi took two steps, he always felt that this kid was suspicious, so he stretched out his arms and strangled his neck, pulled him close and whispered in his ear: "Listen well, remember to clean your hands and feet in my house, if you find anything wrong Chazi, you will die miserably."

Song Huailan tried to break free from his arm, but was unable to move.The neck was strangled, and he said hoarsely, "I won't do it!"

"That's good." Zhao Xi let go, pushed Song Huailan to the ground, and never looked at him again.

ps: The internet was disconnected before I finished typing yesterday...

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