The heartthrob green tea took the revenge abuse script

Song Xiao parked the car on the side of the road.

Wechat Zhou Hao sent several messages, all of which were screenshots of the campaign party's email: [Will you answer?You still have time tonight, so you can fit in. 】

It's still early, and the surroundings are bright, but the sun is moving westward, and the clouds are gradually drifting away with the wind.

Outside the car window, the back of Lu Qingjiu disappeared at the entrance of the clubhouse. Although he was wearing loose clothes, he only looked thinner and thinner, as if a gust of wind could blow him into scattered leaves.

His heart suddenly throbbed, and he said decisively: [I won’t go. 】

Zhou Hao was very worried about him: [What's wrong with you recently?Ah Jiu doesn't want to open business, don't you even want to go to solo activities? 】

Song Xiao replied briefly: [Yes. 】

Zhou Hao typed frantically: [Marriage has separation and separation, you can find it again if you lose your CP, don't be so sad that you drive yourself out of your heart...]

[My brother and I don't even have a marriage certificate. 】

Zhou Hao has been "typing" for a long time: [...I'm just giving you an example, do you want to get into the drama so deeply? 】

Song Xiao raised his head, but caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure following Lu Qingjiu's footsteps, sneaking around the corner of the street, looking around and finding no one, and then came in reassuredly.

He has a cropped head, peaked cap, and regular facial features, but he has a pair of small eyes that are naturally curved, giving people the impression of a hippie smile.

The face and figure were too familiar, it was Zeng An.

Song Xiao frowned, without thinking, put on a mask and hat, got out of the car and walked quickly, just happened to be in front of him.

He is also taller than Zeng An now, Zeng An raised his head to look at him, startled: "Song, Song Xiao, why are you here?"

Song Xiao glanced at him lightly.

"Oh, look at my memory, this store is all property that your family took away from Jiang's family..." Zeng An is the most active person in various social activities, his brain turns quickly, and he immediately puts on His posture lowered, "I haven't apologized to you about Lu Singjiu last time. I wanted to contact you but I was afraid that you wouldn't talk to me. Isn't that just a coincidence..."

"What are you here for?"

Zeng An smiled: "Of course I'm here to play."

"This club is a membership system. Even if you are introduced by a member, you have to register your name. I asked the boss, and Jiang Lianchuan was not among the people who visited today. You are his follower. If he doesn't come, you sneak behind your brother What are you doing in there?"

Zeng An felt cold on the soles of his feet and cursed inwardly.

From the very beginning, Jiang Lianchuan passed Gu Chenfei's business card to Lu Qingjiu.

They had a good family reunion, and Jiang Er didn't know what was wrong, so he insisted on finding out where they met, when they met, and what they talked about.

Every time Lu Qingjiu was mentioned, Jiang Lianchuan laughed wickedly, making one's scalp tingle.

——"Lu Qingjiu really doesn't have any intention of causing trouble?"

——"Inform me immediately if there is any situation, I will wait and see the excitement."

Not to mention that Jiang Lianchuan and Lu Qingjiu were two people who couldn't get along in high school. Even if Lu Qingjiu wanted to do something, he wouldn't necessarily talk to his elders whom he hadn't seen in three years, right? !

Jiang Er only cared about his own clean hands, and let him do all the sneaky things, which caused him to run into an evil star that was even more difficult to deal with than Jiang Er.

Zeng An rolled his eyes, thinking he had thought of a clever answer.

"Ahem, actually, I made an appointment with Lu Qingjiu to meet here today. It's really not some kind of stalking, don't get me wrong."

Song Xiao, who has always been calm and calm, opened his eyes slightly: "You and brother? Meet alone?"

Zeng An nodded sharply, but saw that the veins on Song Xiao's palms were bulging.

"It was you?"

"Ah? Yes, it's me." Zeng An's forehead was sweating, and he couldn't figure out what he said wrong to make him unhappy.

……

When Lu Qingjiu pushed the door open, he met Kang Bainan's eyes staring at the door, saw the sweat on his forehead and the fingers twisted together on the table, and knew that he had come early and had been waiting for a long time.

Not seeing each other for three years, Kang Bainan's clothes are more glamorous, but his complexion is not good, and there are dark circles under his eyes under a pair of square lenses.

As soon as he came up, he gave him a hug. Lu Qingjiu's shoulders shook, and he was thrown back, almost losing his footing.

"Ajiu, why are you so thin now?" Componan's tone was naturally distressed, not at all unfamiliar.

"You have to be thin to be on camera." Lu Qingjiu also put on a standard smile outside, speaking softly, but he was so disgusted that he wanted to disinfect his whole body.

There are two glasses of colorful drinks on the table, one of which reflects the gradient color under the soft light, but the other glass seems to be stirred by a straw, as if the colored ink is randomly smudged in the water.

Lu Qingjiu's eyelids twitched suddenly when he saw Kang Bainan pushing the color-disturbed drink in front of him.

Kang Bainan was still muttering: "We came here by accident, this store doesn't sell alcohol."

"...I can't drink."

"Well, of course I know that." Kang Bainan laughed awkwardly, "Don't I want to have a drink myself?"

Compail Nan's eyes rolled quickly, as if he was drawn by his every move.

This look, he is too familiar.

Decades ago, when there were opportunities and risks everywhere, my parents started from scratch, worked hard together to make the brand a household name, gave my uncle stocks and positions, and never treated him badly.

Uncle has no ability, he can't be used in business negotiations, and he often makes a fool of himself with inappropriate words at receptions.Later, the business of the Lu family became wider and wider, and the circle changed, and his mother no longer took him to attend various occasions.

When my mother was diagnosed with cancer, in order to avoid panic at the company's top management, she only told the closest people.

On that night three years ago, my uncle also looked at my mother with the same eyes: "Sister, why can you become the wife of the president if you marry well, you can get promoted all the way, and you can meet those big names in the upper class. I can only work in the company." Be an idler?"

The next day, he told Jiang's family all the inside information about his mother's illness and the company's unfavorable cash flow.

Lu Qingjiu was awakened by the sound of the collision between the glass and the wooden table, and stared at the bottom of the cup. The disturbed color of the drink was still lustrous and clear, but the orange-red that should have sunk at the bottom of the cup pulled out filaments and twisted into the shape of a tornado. Nothing came out.

He pushed the cup aside: "Actually, I can't eat or drink tonight. Be on camera, control your figure."

"You're so skinny, and the requirements of the entertainment industry are still so strict?" Kang Bainan tried hard to maintain a stiff expression, "Drink it, don't waste it."

Lu Qingjiu smiled and blinked: "Uncle, you don't know something. Now actors are idols, and idols are role models. Being a role model means you can't get fat. This is the self-consciousness of idols."

"..."