Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]
Chapter 13
As long as I am not me, I am innocent, a big white lotus is the other party's persecution of me, vomit--the circle has become No. 1 again. "
"I didn't deserve to be photographed this time. As soon as she appeared on the show, I posted it on the most popular one. How can it be matched with reserve. I think she might have been played to death by someone."
A few people spoke to each other, with a light tone, but their words became more and more impolite.
Mu Chiyu woke up with a start, and when the people over there didn't notice him, he quickly turned around and left with the box in his arms.
After returning the box to the girl, Mu Chiyu watched her enter the elevator, then picked up the flowers and went back to the office.
Putting the flowers on the table casually, Mu Chiyu thought for a while, then took out his phone and searched for "Bai Li".
The large photo that popped up suddenly made him frown.
At that moment, he almost thought that he had clicked into some fake website that was not suitable for children by mistake——
The overall photo is dim, and it was taken at the entrance of a deserted bar. A man and a woman are tightly hugging each other, and their short skirts are held up high...
Mu Chiyu subconsciously looked away.
If the first picture only has a side face and it is not clear, then there are the second and third pictures... there are at least ten pictures from different angles, and more than half of them can clearly capture Bai Li's face.
And it's all at the level of doubt that makes people wonder "why hasn't this been harmonized".
However, none of the men around her were the same.
No need to think about it, Bai Li's reputation was completely ruined.
Mu Chiyu was in a mixed mood, half surprised and half uneasy, his gaze stayed on the last photo for a moment.
This is the only photo in which Bai Li's whole body is completely covered, only the back of the man is captured, and the clothes are neatly dressed, but one can guess what they are doing just by looking at their poses.
Bai Li's head was resting on the man's shoulder, facing the camera, his face was reddish, and the hot comments below were all obscene | words | obscene | language.
But Mu Chiyu felt flustered when he saw it——
The expression in his eyes was only pain. The young woman stared at the camera with her eyes wide open, as if she was almost suffocated, and opened her mouth slightly, as if to say:
"help me."
11, 29-30
◎Parallel World◎
29.
A street corner, a certain coffee shop.
Feng Qingyang stood at the door of the shop holding a small box.
The exterior wall of the coffee shop is made of glass, and the scene inside is unobstructed when passing by.
There was no one in the shop at this time, only Chen Mo was sitting diagonally, at the farthest position from the sun, with a cup of coffee on the table, and he was pouring sugar into it wholeheartedly.
The waiter stood by, holding a plate to cover half of his face, and secretly aimed at Chen Mo's face.
Feng Qingyang could just see the blush on his face through the angle of the glass.
Really welcome.
Feng Qingyang couldn't help but think of such a sentence.
It's just that it didn't seem so obvious or exaggerated before.
The cool breeze from the street blew past the wind chime at the door of the coffee shop, and it rang loudly. When the female shopkeeper heard the movement, she finally stared in Chen Mo's direction very dissatisfied, turned her head to see the people outside, and put on a smiling face again.
"Would you like to come in and sit down?" The female shopkeeper warmly greeted the guests.
Feng Qingyang straightened his back subconsciously, suppressed the instinctive impulse to turn his head and run away, smiled stiffly at the female shopkeeper, took a deep breath, pushed open the door and walked in.
He didn't have the nerve to say that he didn't see Chen Mo fascinated, but he didn't dare to enter.
Although he tried his best to hide it, in fact, when he entered the door, his calf was still shaking.
In their line of work, few people are not afraid of Chen Mo.
When he walked to Chen Mo's table, he did some mental training before speaking, his voice was still trembling: "Mo, brother Mo."
Chen Mo looked up at him, and found that he hadn't made any next move for a long time, so he raised his chin and reminded him, "Please sit down."
Feng Qingyang opened the stool with one hand and sat down, Chen Mo asked the waiter for the menu and handed it to him.
"I'll do whatever I want." Feng Qingyang glanced at the menu, pointed to the cheapest one cautiously, "Lemon tea is fine."
The waiter nodded, took the menu, and walked back to the back kitchen step by step.
It seemed as if he was reluctant to leave.
Chen Mo supported his chin with one hand, and casually stirred the coffee with half a cup of sugar in it with the other.
Very casual posture, just looking at the appearance does not reveal any aggressiveness.
Even in the eyes of some men, it can be called "fragile" and "in need of protection".
Chen Mo was a little speechless about these private comments, but he never had any aggressive emotions towards anyone.
including now.
Only this "Master Feng" in front of him was surprised and reserved the last time he met at the Jiang family's dinner party.
It's only been a few days since we saw each other, and that nervousness seems to have escalated into "fear".
Just looking at his demeanor, it seems that the person sitting in front of him is not an ordinary young man, but a nuclear bomb that may explode at any time.
Did you do anything bad to him without knowing it?
Chen Mo thought about it and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
Feng Qingyang almost jumped up from the stool, his knee hit the table first, there was a loud "bang", he grinned his teeth to endure the pain, and put down his leg with a distorted expression.
But the impact brought him back to his senses.
Seeing Qi Xingzhong's expression on the face of Chen Mo, Feng Qingyang touched his nose in embarrassment, and said frankly: "A little, a little... a little."
In the next sentence, he asked again: "Master Mo, do you really not remember anything?"
Chen Mo looked at Feng Qingyang's face, and nodded when he saw Feng Qingyang started to fidget again.
If he "remembered", he wouldn't need to find this Master Feng.
Feng Qingyang was startled when he heard the words, as if disappointed, he sighed softly for a while: "No wonder..."
He put the small box in his arms on the table.
"Ah! Rat!" The waiter who had just walked over screamed, almost throwing the plate with lemon black tea out.
"Toys, toys." Feng Qingyang quickly explained, "It's fake."
He reached out and knocked on the wall of the transparent box, and the dusty and slender thing inside did not move.
The waiter was dubious, thinking that no one would raise mice, so he was a little relieved, put down the black tea quickly, and glanced at Chen Mo, still unable to overcome the fear of the mouse-shaped object, and ran away in a hurry.
Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to pat the lid again.
Chen Mo paused.
Faint black air leaked from Feng Qingyang's fingers, and the mouse, which had been paralyzed, suddenly stood up, its small dark eyes were full of fierce light, howled sharply, and slammed towards the wall of the box. bumped up.
Feng Qingyang quickly used both hands to stabilize the box.
The screams inside became louder and louder.
Chen Mo looked up at the bar, the female owner was chatting with the waiter in a low voice, turning a deaf ear to the harsh noises.
Feng Qingyang noticed his gaze and lowered his voice: "Ordinary people can't see or hear it."
really.
Chen Mo asked: "What is this?"
"Malicious." Feng Qingyang replied, without waiting for Chen Mo to ask again, he pushed the box in front of the other party, "Before answering your question...please ask Brother Mo for a favor."
Feng Qingyang lifted the lid.
Like a shark smelling blood, the mouse raised its head and paused for a moment, then rushed upward at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
The black mist became thicker and thicker, emitting from the mouse continuously.
Feng Qingyang didn't ask Chen Mo for help, but Chen Mo immediately understood.
Before the mouse escaped completely, Chen Mo stretched out his hand to grab it, and easily pressed the mouse's back on the table.
Feng Qingyang didn't dare to blink his eyes, didn't dare to vent his breath, and stared at those two slender fingers.
"...Huh?" Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.
He looked down at the thing he was pressing down with his finger, as if he sensed something was wrong, he pressed it harder, and then moved his finger away.
The black air seemed to have been opened suddenly, and after a moment of stagnation, it poured out violently, almost covering the whole body of the mouse.
But before the black air touched Chen Mo's fingers, it seemed to be blocked by something invisible, and it spread out like a tide, dissipating in the air in the blink of an eye.
After about four or five seconds, the black air faded away, the mouse was no longer there, and a finger rolled down onto the table.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath.
30.
Feng Qingyang was afraid of Chen Mo for no reason.
It should be said that those who really know who Chen Mo is, there are very few who are not afraid of him.
The "fear" here is not all negative fear, but also mixed with a lot of awe and admiration, just like seeing ice flowers on the cliffs of Gaoling, which is beyond reach.
One is that you can't touch it, and the other is that you dare not touch it.
Anyone who dares to have any wrong thoughts must first make psychological preparations for the grass on the grave to be several feet high in the coming year.
——Grass on the grave in the physical sense.
Chen Mo was silent for a long time, and asked, "Have I done many bad things?"
Feng Qingyang replied cautiously: "As far as I know, it seems not yet."
Chen Mo: "..."
Chen Mo: "Then why?"
"Do you want to hear the truth?" Feng Qingyang smiled wryly, "When a person is so powerful that everyone can only look up to him, his very existence will make people feel scared."
Chen Mo stirred the coffee, feeling nothing real: "Am I that good?"
Feng Qingyang thought for a while, and replied: "One of the generally accepted evaluations of Brother Mo in our industry says this——
"It's a good thing you're a nice guy."
But he still couldn't control his legs when he saw Chen Mo.
Compared with the first time he met at the dinner party, his fear of Chen Mo has only increased.
Feng Qingyang: "Because I just discovered something."
Chen Mo asked: "What?
"I didn't deserve to be photographed this time. As soon as she appeared on the show, I posted it on the most popular one. How can it be matched with reserve. I think she might have been played to death by someone."
A few people spoke to each other, with a light tone, but their words became more and more impolite.
Mu Chiyu woke up with a start, and when the people over there didn't notice him, he quickly turned around and left with the box in his arms.
After returning the box to the girl, Mu Chiyu watched her enter the elevator, then picked up the flowers and went back to the office.
Putting the flowers on the table casually, Mu Chiyu thought for a while, then took out his phone and searched for "Bai Li".
The large photo that popped up suddenly made him frown.
At that moment, he almost thought that he had clicked into some fake website that was not suitable for children by mistake——
The overall photo is dim, and it was taken at the entrance of a deserted bar. A man and a woman are tightly hugging each other, and their short skirts are held up high...
Mu Chiyu subconsciously looked away.
If the first picture only has a side face and it is not clear, then there are the second and third pictures... there are at least ten pictures from different angles, and more than half of them can clearly capture Bai Li's face.
And it's all at the level of doubt that makes people wonder "why hasn't this been harmonized".
However, none of the men around her were the same.
No need to think about it, Bai Li's reputation was completely ruined.
Mu Chiyu was in a mixed mood, half surprised and half uneasy, his gaze stayed on the last photo for a moment.
This is the only photo in which Bai Li's whole body is completely covered, only the back of the man is captured, and the clothes are neatly dressed, but one can guess what they are doing just by looking at their poses.
Bai Li's head was resting on the man's shoulder, facing the camera, his face was reddish, and the hot comments below were all obscene | words | obscene | language.
But Mu Chiyu felt flustered when he saw it——
The expression in his eyes was only pain. The young woman stared at the camera with her eyes wide open, as if she was almost suffocated, and opened her mouth slightly, as if to say:
"help me."
11, 29-30
◎Parallel World◎
29.
A street corner, a certain coffee shop.
Feng Qingyang stood at the door of the shop holding a small box.
The exterior wall of the coffee shop is made of glass, and the scene inside is unobstructed when passing by.
There was no one in the shop at this time, only Chen Mo was sitting diagonally, at the farthest position from the sun, with a cup of coffee on the table, and he was pouring sugar into it wholeheartedly.
The waiter stood by, holding a plate to cover half of his face, and secretly aimed at Chen Mo's face.
Feng Qingyang could just see the blush on his face through the angle of the glass.
Really welcome.
Feng Qingyang couldn't help but think of such a sentence.
It's just that it didn't seem so obvious or exaggerated before.
The cool breeze from the street blew past the wind chime at the door of the coffee shop, and it rang loudly. When the female shopkeeper heard the movement, she finally stared in Chen Mo's direction very dissatisfied, turned her head to see the people outside, and put on a smiling face again.
"Would you like to come in and sit down?" The female shopkeeper warmly greeted the guests.
Feng Qingyang straightened his back subconsciously, suppressed the instinctive impulse to turn his head and run away, smiled stiffly at the female shopkeeper, took a deep breath, pushed open the door and walked in.
He didn't have the nerve to say that he didn't see Chen Mo fascinated, but he didn't dare to enter.
Although he tried his best to hide it, in fact, when he entered the door, his calf was still shaking.
In their line of work, few people are not afraid of Chen Mo.
When he walked to Chen Mo's table, he did some mental training before speaking, his voice was still trembling: "Mo, brother Mo."
Chen Mo looked up at him, and found that he hadn't made any next move for a long time, so he raised his chin and reminded him, "Please sit down."
Feng Qingyang opened the stool with one hand and sat down, Chen Mo asked the waiter for the menu and handed it to him.
"I'll do whatever I want." Feng Qingyang glanced at the menu, pointed to the cheapest one cautiously, "Lemon tea is fine."
The waiter nodded, took the menu, and walked back to the back kitchen step by step.
It seemed as if he was reluctant to leave.
Chen Mo supported his chin with one hand, and casually stirred the coffee with half a cup of sugar in it with the other.
Very casual posture, just looking at the appearance does not reveal any aggressiveness.
Even in the eyes of some men, it can be called "fragile" and "in need of protection".
Chen Mo was a little speechless about these private comments, but he never had any aggressive emotions towards anyone.
including now.
Only this "Master Feng" in front of him was surprised and reserved the last time he met at the Jiang family's dinner party.
It's only been a few days since we saw each other, and that nervousness seems to have escalated into "fear".
Just looking at his demeanor, it seems that the person sitting in front of him is not an ordinary young man, but a nuclear bomb that may explode at any time.
Did you do anything bad to him without knowing it?
Chen Mo thought about it and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
Feng Qingyang almost jumped up from the stool, his knee hit the table first, there was a loud "bang", he grinned his teeth to endure the pain, and put down his leg with a distorted expression.
But the impact brought him back to his senses.
Seeing Qi Xingzhong's expression on the face of Chen Mo, Feng Qingyang touched his nose in embarrassment, and said frankly: "A little, a little... a little."
In the next sentence, he asked again: "Master Mo, do you really not remember anything?"
Chen Mo looked at Feng Qingyang's face, and nodded when he saw Feng Qingyang started to fidget again.
If he "remembered", he wouldn't need to find this Master Feng.
Feng Qingyang was startled when he heard the words, as if disappointed, he sighed softly for a while: "No wonder..."
He put the small box in his arms on the table.
"Ah! Rat!" The waiter who had just walked over screamed, almost throwing the plate with lemon black tea out.
"Toys, toys." Feng Qingyang quickly explained, "It's fake."
He reached out and knocked on the wall of the transparent box, and the dusty and slender thing inside did not move.
The waiter was dubious, thinking that no one would raise mice, so he was a little relieved, put down the black tea quickly, and glanced at Chen Mo, still unable to overcome the fear of the mouse-shaped object, and ran away in a hurry.
Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to pat the lid again.
Chen Mo paused.
Faint black air leaked from Feng Qingyang's fingers, and the mouse, which had been paralyzed, suddenly stood up, its small dark eyes were full of fierce light, howled sharply, and slammed towards the wall of the box. bumped up.
Feng Qingyang quickly used both hands to stabilize the box.
The screams inside became louder and louder.
Chen Mo looked up at the bar, the female owner was chatting with the waiter in a low voice, turning a deaf ear to the harsh noises.
Feng Qingyang noticed his gaze and lowered his voice: "Ordinary people can't see or hear it."
really.
Chen Mo asked: "What is this?"
"Malicious." Feng Qingyang replied, without waiting for Chen Mo to ask again, he pushed the box in front of the other party, "Before answering your question...please ask Brother Mo for a favor."
Feng Qingyang lifted the lid.
Like a shark smelling blood, the mouse raised its head and paused for a moment, then rushed upward at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
The black mist became thicker and thicker, emitting from the mouse continuously.
Feng Qingyang didn't ask Chen Mo for help, but Chen Mo immediately understood.
Before the mouse escaped completely, Chen Mo stretched out his hand to grab it, and easily pressed the mouse's back on the table.
Feng Qingyang didn't dare to blink his eyes, didn't dare to vent his breath, and stared at those two slender fingers.
"...Huh?" Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.
He looked down at the thing he was pressing down with his finger, as if he sensed something was wrong, he pressed it harder, and then moved his finger away.
The black air seemed to have been opened suddenly, and after a moment of stagnation, it poured out violently, almost covering the whole body of the mouse.
But before the black air touched Chen Mo's fingers, it seemed to be blocked by something invisible, and it spread out like a tide, dissipating in the air in the blink of an eye.
After about four or five seconds, the black air faded away, the mouse was no longer there, and a finger rolled down onto the table.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath.
30.
Feng Qingyang was afraid of Chen Mo for no reason.
It should be said that those who really know who Chen Mo is, there are very few who are not afraid of him.
The "fear" here is not all negative fear, but also mixed with a lot of awe and admiration, just like seeing ice flowers on the cliffs of Gaoling, which is beyond reach.
One is that you can't touch it, and the other is that you dare not touch it.
Anyone who dares to have any wrong thoughts must first make psychological preparations for the grass on the grave to be several feet high in the coming year.
——Grass on the grave in the physical sense.
Chen Mo was silent for a long time, and asked, "Have I done many bad things?"
Feng Qingyang replied cautiously: "As far as I know, it seems not yet."
Chen Mo: "..."
Chen Mo: "Then why?"
"Do you want to hear the truth?" Feng Qingyang smiled wryly, "When a person is so powerful that everyone can only look up to him, his very existence will make people feel scared."
Chen Mo stirred the coffee, feeling nothing real: "Am I that good?"
Feng Qingyang thought for a while, and replied: "One of the generally accepted evaluations of Brother Mo in our industry says this——
"It's a good thing you're a nice guy."
But he still couldn't control his legs when he saw Chen Mo.
Compared with the first time he met at the dinner party, his fear of Chen Mo has only increased.
Feng Qingyang: "Because I just discovered something."
Chen Mo asked: "What?
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