The rich boss is my ex-boyfriend [entertainment circle]

Qiao Yu stared at the phone screen and didn't return for a long time.

He didn't know how to reply.

Because he didn't welcome Qiao Ran to "visit" his mother.

Qiao Yu found that deep down in his heart, there was a trace of resentment towards Qiao Ran.

If Qiao Ran hadn't been so capricious back then, his mother's condition wouldn't have worsened, and that person wouldn't have misunderstood him...

The elevator door rang with a "ding--", interrupting Qiao Yu's thoughts.

He exited the WeChat interface indifferently and locked the screen.

Looking up again, inside the slowly opened elevator door, there is a tall and tall person standing tall - Mu Zeyang.

Qiao Yu's indifferent expression still remained on his face, and Mu Zeyang was so startled by his expression that he forgot to get out of the elevator for a moment.

Qiao Yu didn't go in either, and just stared at Mu Zeyang, but his eyes seemed unfocused.

He seemed to be caught in some kind of empty fantasy again.

But only for a moment.

Qiao Yu's brown pupils shrank slightly, and turned away.He stepped into the elevator and greeted Mu Zeyang with his usual expression: "Mr. Mu."

Mu Zeyang nodded his head, and his gaze returned to Qiao Yu's face cautiously: "Get off work?"

"Hmm. Isn't President Mu going down?" Qiao Yu stretched out his arms, and pressed the door button of the elevator with knuckle fingers, but he didn't look at Mu Zeyang.

Mu Zeyang said: "Ah... I forgot something in the car. I have to go downstairs again."

Qiao Yu: "..."

He didn't speak, and instead pressed the door close button with his fingers.

The elevator closed slowly, and the two stood one behind the other in the elevator.

Qiao Yu was in front, and Mu Zeyang was behind.

Qiao Yu leaned forward to the left, and Mu Zeyang leaned back to the right.

Qiao Yu took out the phone again, unlocked it, opened a social software casually, and started to scroll.

In fact, his fingers swiped the screen very fast, ten lines at a glance, and he didn't even pay attention to what those messages were.

After all, as the time to get off work approached, people gradually came up from each floor, separating the two of them even further.

Qiao Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief in such a suffocating environment.

Only then did he discover that the social software he opened was Weibo, and the conspicuous red 99+ were all his new fans.

And some ait and comments.

□□ Suddenly a message popped up, it was his editor, asking him when he would open a new pit.

Boundless Fallen Tree: Mountain God, you have been resting for a month, are you considering starting a new article?

Qiao Yu was in a daze. Before, he used the excuse of looking for a job. He didn’t start a new one after finishing the book. At that time, he promised to start after he found a new job. Mu Mu probably saw his circle of friends and Weibo, so he came in person. urged.

Qiao Yu bowed his head to type, but his peripheral vision drifted uncontrollably to the right and rear.

The girl who came up halfway had long curly hair and was a little rough. She happened to be within the range of his peripheral vision, and she was also fiddling with her mobile phone.

Qiao Yu laughed at himself and continued typing.

Boundless Fallen Tree: Where are people?

Boundless Fallen Tree: Mountain God, don't play missing for me!

Boundless Fallen Tree: I know you are here!

Immovable like a mountain: here, I just got off work, I went home at night to read the outline, then saved the manuscript, and started to update it on Friday night.

Boundless Fallen Tree: Hey, okay!Love you! 【Emoji package】

Immovable like a mountain: Wood, tell me, if I write a story about reunion after a broken mirror, will anyone read it?

Boundless Fallen Trees: ...

Boundless Fallen Tree: Abuse?

The elevator quickly reached the first floor.Qiao Yu got out of the elevator first, still typing.

Immovable like a mountain: emmm... probably...

Boundless Falling Trees: Book-traveling, fantasy and campus are popular recently. Do you consider integrating these three?

Unmoving like a mountain: ojbk [emoji package].

Boundless Fallen Tree: Hehehe...

Boundless Fallen Tree: Hi~~~ In fact, you can write about any subject matter of Mountain God!I like you! 【Emoji package】

Boundless Fallen Tree: Wait for the update from the Mountain God!

Mu Zeyang got out of the elevator a few steps behind.

Probably aware of Qiao Yu's evasive attitude, Mu Zeyang felt inexplicably agitated.

—He must know himself.

But it's obvious that she doesn't want to have any more contact with him.

why?

The lack of memory has made Mu Zeyang often have a sense of loneliness that has been cut off from the whole world in recent years.

He has no memories of the past, no friends who talk about everything, and his relationship with his family is not warm or cold——

Apart from his job, he is no different from the walking dead.

Qiao Yu was the first person in the past few years to make him fluctuate.

He didn't want to miss it.

The thin young man in front of him was still bowing his head while typing, his thin windbreaker was blown up by the breeze, and the setting sun traced a solitary silhouette on his body, just like the boy Mu Zeyang wanted to catch but couldn't catch in his dream.

farther and farther away from him.

The company is located in the CBD park, and there are many people who take taxis after get off work. Many online car-hailing cars come from all directions, taking away one after another with blurred faces.

The owner of a car was looking around at his passengers, and gradually approached Qiao Yu, while Qiao Yu was still typing with his head down——

Mu Zeyang ran over and grabbed Qiao Yu's arm.

Qiao Yu just happened to stop too - he saw the car approaching out of the corner of his eye.

Mu Zeyang's breath was unsteady, and his brows were frowned: "Don't play with your mobile phone while walking! Don't you understand this bit of common sense?"

Qiao Yu originally wanted to say that he was paying attention to the road conditions, but seeing Mu Zeyang's nervous and worried look, he couldn't bear to say it, and just quietly listened to him get angry.

——Madam Mu is still lying on the hospital bed.

No wonder Mu Zeyang was nervous.

"What if you get hit by a car? You have panda blood, and a little accident could be a big deal, do you know that!" Mu Zeyang said with suppressed anger.

Qiao Yu narrowed her eyes and acted obediently: "Understood, I will never play with my phone again while walking."

Mu Zeyang was taken aback.

Qiao Yu locked the screen of the phone, and with a slight movement of a few slender fingers, the phone turned over, revealing the case on the back.

Four conspicuous characters on the phone case - busy making money.

Mu Zeyang: "..."

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Qiao Yu moved his arm, and Mu Zeyang slowly let go of his fingers and let him go.

"Be careful in the future."

After finishing speaking, Mu Zeyang turned around and walked towards the Rolls-Royce who had come and parked beside him. He opened the door and sat in the back seat, then slammed the door shut.

The car passed by Qiao Yu.

This time he didn't say anything about sending him home.

Qiao Yu let out a long sigh of relief.

The other hand gently raised his upper arm, where there seemed to be a familiar yet distant body temperature.

Qiao Yu went home by subway.

He found a corner in the car to lean against, with earphones plugged into his ears, and lowered his head to write out the outline of the new article in the memo on his mobile phone.

Almost sat down.

"The rustic and timid 15-year-old boy saw the bustling metropolis for the first time, and felt a deep sense of inferiority in his heart—"

In the evening, Qiao Yu casually ate a bowl of noodles near his home, then hurried home and turned on his computer to start writing his new article.

It is said to be a new article, but it is actually more like his nostalgia for the past.

Cell phones are quiet tonight.

Mu Zeyang didn't chat with him.

Qiao Ran didn't get a response to that question, and didn't send another message.

Qiao Yu was immersed in memories, and changed the beginning of the story again.

"When Qiao Xiaoyu met Yang Zemu for the first time, he was stunned by his beauty.

Yes, good looks.

Yang Zemu is prettier than anyone Qiao Xiaoyu has ever met.

He didn't wear the school uniform of Mingyang High School, but his own private uniform, a white V-neck shirt, paired with black trousers, and a light brown long coat over it, like a little prince walking out of a book. "

Qiao Yu admitted that he was ashamed of himself at the time.

Mu Zeyang is so handsome and noble, with elegance in every gesture.

It is normal for him to be out of tune with the whole school for the black coal who had been doing farm work in his hometown during the summer vacation a month ago.

Although his stepfather treated him well.

On the first day his mother took him to marry into Qiao's house, Qiao Hongsheng drove his new "son" to go shopping and have his hair cut.If Qiao Yu hadn't tried to stop him, he would probably have emptied his shopping mall.

Qiao Hongsheng was probably because his surname was also Qiao, or maybe Aiwujiwu. Judging by his posture, he really wanted to love him as his own son. In less than half a day, he was completely dressed up.

This made Qiao Ran, his real son, very angry.

With a head of yellow and green hair, Young Master Qiao took off the oversized sunglasses that reflected the light on his nose, scanned Qiao Yu from top to bottom with critical eyes, and then sneered: "It's as black as coal balls, No matter how you dress up, you are still a bumpkin. Old Qiao, do you have money and nowhere to spend it?"

It was because of this sentence that Qiao Yu only wore new clothes once on the first day of school, and then she continued to wear school uniforms after receiving them.

——He is more comfortable in school uniform.

Of course, Qiao Ran was slapped on the back of the neck by Qiao Hongsheng, who was speaking outspokenly, and was reprimanded: "Why are you talking to your brother? Your parrot hair looks good on your head? Hurry up and dye it back before school starts. "

"What kind of brother is he..." Qiao Ran murmured, and was critical again, "His hair isn't black either. Did he just dye it today?"

Qiao Yu's hair was indeed not black at that time. Because of a little malnutrition, his hair was yellowish brown, like withered grass. Fortunately, Qiao Hongsheng took him to the barber shop for a nourishment. The barber rubbed it on his hair for a long time, and then he Trimmed, cut, blown and styled, this natural hair color looks pretty good when it's cleaned up.His facial features are also very good, so he can afford this hairstyle.

Except black.

This is really impossible.

In the summer, he can't put a layer of foundation on his face... Besides, for boys, black spots are nothing.Qiao Hongsheng will be at peace after worrying, and he will definitely come back in vain after covering for two months.

"His hair is that color, don't make excuses. There is still half a month to start school, you can figure it out."

"But what do you want to eat tonight? Can Auntie prepare it for you?" Qiao Yu's mother, Yu Simeng, smoothed things over.

"Whatever, you can eat. I invited my classmates to play games, and I won't be coming back tonight!" Of course, Qiao Ran would not appreciate it. He put on his sunglasses again, and went out with his skateboard in his arms.

"Of course!" Qiao Hongsheng didn't stop his son, but turned his head, and his son went upstairs sullenly.

He had no choice but to lower his voice and say to Yu Simeng: "These two boys are at the age of rebellion, and they will be fine after school starts in a while."

Yu Simeng echoed softly, "Yes".

Yu Simeng's voice and smile seemed to be still in front of his eyes, but he couldn't see it anymore.

Qiao Yu's vision was a little blurred, he raised his head and stared at the ceiling for a while, and then looked back at the screen.

On the computer screen, the cursor was still behind "Little Prince", blinking.

It turns out...he couldn't write a single word later.

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