Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

When Fu Yunhen returned to the dormitory, he was really shocked.

The head of the house put down the keyboard for the first time, with a lollipop in his mouth, "I'll go, the male god is back."

Because Fu Yunhen received love letters from girls in this wolves-rich and fleshy university from time to time, he was dubbed a male god by his roommates.

The second child poked his head out from the upper bunk, "Why are you back tonight?"

They all knew about Fu Yunhen's singing, and they couldn't keep up with the gate control when they were outside, so they rented a small room, just a bed and a table.

Fu Yunhen said, "I got off work early today, so I'm back."

The business card in his pocket was like a stick. He got into his bed, took out his mobile phone, slowly entered a series of numbers into the phone book, and rubbed his fingertips to type two words: Qingyuan.

The originally dark eyes were somewhat dim, and no one could see clearly what he was thinking.

It was already very late when Qingyuan returned home, and the identity arranged by his Taoist companion was quite strong. He was very busy every day, with endless meetings and endless reports. Sometimes Qingyuan sat in the conference room with two rows of people beside him. They went down in a row, with a U-shaped seat in the middle, and people on both sides had their own opinions, so he sat at the top seat and listened to their quarrel.

No, each wanted to express their opinions and tried to persuade each other with their own reasons, but the results were not satisfactory.

There was a message from the assistant on the phone, Qingyuan clicked on it, and there was a meeting tomorrow morning.

After a rough browsing, I feel that I have to spend the whole day in the office building tomorrow.

Just as he was suffering from a headache, he heard the phone ring, and the word 'Mother' was shining brightly on the phone screen. Qingyuan hesitated for a while, and then slid to the left.

"Mother?" The voice from the phone was very gentle, "Qingyuan, how's your sleep lately?"

Slept well and slept right off the bed.

Qingyuan chose a compromise answer, "It's okay", and he didn't say anything more, just let him have a good rest and don't be too tired.

Hanging up the phone, Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He hasn't seen his parents for many years, and he never thought that his Taoist couple in the small world would give him the role of parents. This plane is real. The noodles are so much better.

For example, this world still has to follow the basic rules, no matter how powerful He Louming is, he can't think that this is an illusion like the previous world.

Thinking of some things in my heart, I got up and took a shower before going to bed.

The next day, Qingyuan got into the car with mixed feelings and went to work in the company silently.

His assistant is Xiaojin, who just graduated from college and is quite neat in her work. At this time, she put on light makeup and knocked on the office door lightly, "Good morning, President, you have a meeting on the 21st floor at eight o'clock. It lasted for two hours, and the minutes of the meeting are going on as usual, do you have any other orders?"

Qingyuan: ...I just want to tell you if you can't see it, okay?

But no, even the president has to go to a meeting.

He stood up and said blankly, "No more, let's go."

The meeting room was almost full of people. Men and women in suits and leather shoes were sitting upright in their seats. When they saw Qingyuan coming, they nodded and signaled, "Let's get started."

There was a ppt on the projector on the big screen, and a middle-aged man was speaking, "Virtual lovers are our newly developed products, how can this kind of technology have anything to do with entertainment companies?" As he said, the teacup in his hand was placed heavily on the table With a knock, there was a dull sound.

"Why can't we cooperate with entertainment companies? Tianyao Entertainment has been topping every year, and the company's artists are very popular. Our virtual lovers will cooperate with them. When the popularity starts, we will be more down-to-earth." It was a young lady who spoke, wearing a professional attire and looking heroic.

Qingyuan listened, and tapped the tabletop. The meeting room that was still at war immediately fell silent. He crossed his hands together, "I agree with the latter point of view, and cooperate with Tianyao Entertainment."

All of a sudden, a needle could be heard in the huge conference room.

Qingyuan took a sip of water, and that handsome face looked a little serious at this moment, with a more indescribable expression, "The advancement of science and technology is to serve the public, we are to let more people understand the product, only close to life, In order to better serve life.”

He glanced at everyone present, "I will convince the board of directors, and the rest will negotiate with Tianyao. If there is no problem, let's come here today."

Someone stood up, sorting out the documents, and Qingyuan stepped out, "By the way, who is Tianyao's president?"

"It's called Shen Yu" was the assistant Xiaojin who spoke, "He's about the same age as you, I'll send you his information later."

Qingyuan nodded and returned to his office.

He took out his mobile phone, but there was no call, and his Taoist companion did not contact him.

I don't know if He Louming threw away his business card.

The Qing bar played light music as always.

When Fu Yunhen came, there were few people sitting on the seats. His bright black eyes swept across the crowd, but he lowered his head and adjusted the microphone after he didn't find the figure of that person.

After taking a break after singing a few songs, I saw a figure walking in, still in a straight suit, with a handsome face, elegant and gentle, clearly separated by a distance of tens of meters, but it can be seen at a glance.

Fu Yunhen's fingers moved, he didn't talk much, most of the time he was silent, but occasionally looked at Qingyuan with his dark and jade-like eyes, thinking he was secretive, but he was caught in the eyes.

The woman in a strapless black dress held a glass of wine, "Yo, our little Fu male god has someone he likes." The voice was frivolous, with a hint of a smile, "If you want to talk to someone, go, lest sister Like a man who beats mandarin ducks with a stick, the bill last night is enough for us to eat for a few days."

Seeing his Taoist companion approaching, Qingyuan had a little smile in his eyes, and poured a glass of wine at hand, "Want to drink?"

He remembered that He Louming liked to drink, and half of the wine in Izuyun Peak was given by him.

Earlier, He Louming would even make wine for him.

Fu Yunhen nodded, and drank it silently.

Qingyuan laughed, "Drink slowly, it's not water, how can you drink yourself?" He Louming thought he was going to form a Taoist couple with Xuemo in this posture last time.

Fu Yunhen's hand slowly clenched the wine glass, and the man glanced to the lower left just now, with a flash of nostalgia in his eyes.

He raised his eyes, his dark pupils were like obsidian stones, and the reflection of Qingyuan was firmly reflected in them, he looked a bit cute and bully.

Qingyuan smiled, and said softly, "Is there anything you like? Shoes, photography, games, I'll give it to you."

This is probably what a boy of this age likes, and he has no experience in chasing people, but he can't go wrong if he likes him.

Fu Yunhen looked at the man in front of him. He was young, handsome and rich, exuding the charm of a mature man, and there was a romantic charm between his brows and eyes.

There was an uncomfortable feeling in his heart, as if his beloved treasure was being coveted by someone, and he inhaled and suppressed this emotion without a trace.

"How many people have you said that to?"

Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then slightly stunned, "No", the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and when he looked at people seriously, his amorous peach blossom eyes were all his silhouette, as if they were placed on the tip of his heart, with a blatant preference, "Only you."

Fu Yunhen lowered his eyes and fell silent, holding only the wine glass, drinking one after another.

In this noisy bar, he has a sense of loneliness, as if the lights can't shine on him.

Qingyuan didn't stop it at first, but when he realized it, several wine bottles were already empty in front of him.

Fu Yunhen was probably drunk, his black and white eyes were full of water, and when someone snatched the cup from his hand, he just stared blankly at his palm, and pursed his lips as if he had been wronged.

Qingyuan stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Are you drunk?"

"No." The answer was fast and clear.

Qingyuan was really not sure whether this person was drunk or not for a while, so he simply stood up and talked to the boss, dragged him and walked out.

Fu Yunhen followed obediently, Qingyuan walked as soon as he walked, and Qingyuan stopped as soon as he stopped. There were a lot of people on the road, Qingyuan held his Taoist companion's wrist and put them into the car.

He didn't bring a driver with him, and he drove himself after he settled the people. When he started the car, he was thankful that he didn't drink today.

Fu Yunhen's expression was reflected in the rearview mirror of the car. With his eyes closed, there was still a thin layer of drunken blush on his face, but this blush dispelled the inhuman temperament on his body.

The whole person is like a soft spirit rabbit, inviting people to rub it.

Qingyuan twirled his fingers and pressed down his hand that was about to move, "You probably won't be able to go back to school today, right?"

Just like that, he couldn't go back to the dormitory by himself even when he was delivered to the door.

No one answered, only the shallow breathing of the people in the back seat.

Qingyuan said to himself, "Then let's go to the hotel."

The person in the back seat who had his eyes closed opened his eyes slightly, a faint glint flashed through his drunken eyes, and then he closed them again, looking drunk and unconscious.

The vehicle quickly disappeared into the traffic, and then stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Qingyuan helped the person walk into the room, the electric card was inserted into the electric grid, and the whole room lit up.

After a glance, he found it to be clean, closed the door, and threw the person on the soft bed. The mattress was sunken and bounced slightly.

Fu Yunhen opened his originally closed eyes, grunted in a daze, and closed them again.

Qingyuan looked down at his Taoist companion's drunken expression, sighed softly, then bent down to take off his shoes.

His eyes naturally turned to the Taoist couple.

The shirt on his upper body was a little wrinkled, revealing a cold, white and thin waist. Under the light of the hotel, his bare skin looked like moist jade, and it felt good without touching it.

Qingyuan looked at it, and someone approached him and unbuttoned his neckline, revealing the collarbone under his slender neck. He paused with his fingers, thinking...it looks pretty good.

Fu Yunhen's fingers that were originally placed around his waist clenched his shirt tightly, but he relaxed his fingers after a moment, and his breathing was still calm.

Feeling the person in front of him leave, and the sound of water coming from the bathroom immediately, Fu Yunhen's eyes were a little dark.