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

"Okay?" Qiao Yu stretched out his hand to cover the fever-reducing patch on his forehead, pressed it himself, and then took the opportunity to take a step back, the pressure Qiao Ran standing in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Qiao Ran looked away, and said to him from left to right: "I remember you are not short-sighted..."

Qiao Yu pushed the frame of the glasses: "I face the computer all the year round, anti-blue light and anti-radiation, and sometimes I wear them for decoration." He glanced at the time, "Go to sleep for a while. I—"

"You can also sleep for a while. Anyway, it's Saturday, and it's still raining outside, so it's not convenient for you to go back. I have a computer here, and you can write something if you don't want to sleep." Qiao Ran interrupted him, "And, I I pushed the announcement for these two days and took the assistant's leave, in case I catch fire again in the afternoon and evening, there is no one around me. Can you bear it?"

Qiao Yu: "..."

Qiao Ran continued to add: "You also have a tendency to have a fever and catch a cold. I don't worry about you going back alone. No one will take care of you when you go back. If you stay here with me, we can still take care of each other."

Qiao Yu: "...If I expect you to take care of me, I might as well go back."

"Qiao Yu~~~" Young Master Qiao began to act coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I won't go yet. Go to sleep." Qiao Yu folded his arms and shook off the goosebumps, and compromised, "Where's the computer? Write something for me."

"Come on! I'll get it for you right away." Qiao Ran went to get the laptop for Qiao Yu, his face was full of joy, and when he returned to the room, he asked again, "The guest room can rest, and you can dismantle the express delivery as you like." , and help me try on clothes as a model."

Qiao Yu looked at him helplessly, Qiao Ran squeezed her thumb and index finger, and made a gesture on her lips, signaling that she would stop talking nonsense, and returned to the room with sparkling eyes.

Writer Qiao nestled on the sofa and turned on his laptop.

What happened today made him recall the past again.

The rainy weather outside just made him feel emotionally immersed, suitable for continuing to create.

"In school, Yang Zemu and Qiao Ran Qiao young master didn't like each other. Both of them are the pride of heaven, and they are both handsome in their own way. It is said that the girls voted for these two in private. Want to know who is the No. [-] school grass in A. The result is so dramatic-it even tied!

Yang Zemu asked Qiao Xiaoyu at the same table: Who do you think is more handsome, me or Qiao Ran?

Qiao Ran also asked "brother" Qiao Xiaoyu: Who do you think is more handsome, me or Yang Zemu?

Qiao Xiaoyu was caught between the two of them, and it was really a headache.

Him: I'm not a girl, you two are all bored?

......"

Qiao Yu couldn't help but smile when he thought of such embarrassing things about youth.

It seems that everyone has a time in the second grade.

At that time, Qiao Yu was also on the list of girls in the school, but he had only entered the school for more than half a year, and he was a nerd who only read sage books. In addition, he usually only wore school uniforms, and he deliberately hid himself among the crowd. So, compared to the proud Young Master Qiao and the flamboyant Young Master Mu, Qiao Yu is at most a candidate for the school girl.And it has to be ranked behind several other rich and good-looking dudes who have a good relationship with Mu Zeyang.

That means his grades can beat Mu Zeyang and Qiao Ran.

Qiao Yu is indeed very confident and proud of her academic performance.

After he came to Beijing, he quickly adapted to the learning lesson plans and learning atmosphere here.

During the weekly exam, he figured out the teacher's way of setting the questions, and he became a blockbuster in the first monthly exam, ranking first in the grade.

After that, this number one will be his throne.

At the beginning, Bie Ban thought the name was spelled wrong - after all, everyone only knew Qiao Ran, not Qiao Yu.

On weekends, Qiao Yu also gradually learned to combine work and rest, and went to learn music with Qiao Ran.

——Qiao Ran really likes music, while Qiao Yu just joins in the fun, so it's an extra skill to cultivate one's sentiments.

It was only later that Qiao Yu discovered that the boys and girls in their school basically had hobbies and various skills to cultivate their sentiments.

Piano, violin, computer programming, flash creation, handwork, basketball, horse riding, archery, etc., are extremely colorful.

Before Qiao Yu came to Beijing, he rarely had the opportunity to touch a computer, so he was very interested in computer programming and flash creation at that time, and spent all his spare time on it, but he only learned a little bit.

After all, his foundation is too poor.

Those young masters who have money and opportunities have been exposed to computers early, and they can operate first-class without listening to them when they are in computer class.

The more frustrated Qiao Yu became, the more courageous he became, which also paved the way for him to fill in the computer major after the college entrance examination.

At that time, Qiao Yu didn't realize what he really liked. He saw so many flowers in the big city, lost his eyes, liked everything, wanted to try everything, and later talked about homosexuality with Mu Zeyang like……

Then, naturally, the car overturned without any suspense...

……

With his thoughts returning, Qiao Yu continued typing in a steady state of mind.

Written writing is currently his confirmed favorite thing, and he has made it his pursuit in this life.

In the past two years, there have been many opportunities in the field of content creation, and the benefits have also been great. As long as he works hard to study, improve, and create, he will definitely gain something.

After ten years of ups and downs, Qiao Yu is most pursuing money.

Memories are sad, secondary school, nostalgic...

Qiao Yu used these emotions one by one, and then polished and adapted the plot of the story, writing [-] words in one go.

It wasn't until the lights in the living room came on that he squinted his eyes in shock, recovering from the ocean of creation.

Qiao Ran stood in a daze at the door of the bedroom, and turned on the light in the bedroom: "You haven't rested all this time? You've been writing until now?"

He slept all afternoon and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Yeah." Qiao Yu glanced at the time - it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

"No wonder you have to wear glasses. If you continue like this, your old eyes will sooner or later become short-sighted." Qiao Ran teased, and slowly approached, "How many words have you written?"

"More than 1." Qiao Yu said, he quickly closed and saved the document, sent the document to his mobile phone, deleted the document on the computer, and also deleted the one in the recycle bin, finally turned off the computer, closed the screen, and stretched Waist, "It's so late. Do you still have a fever?"

"No idea." Qiao Ran said, and then asked him, "What about you?"

"I didn't measure it either." Qiao Yu remembered that the temperature gun was under the coffee table, so she reached out and took it out for Qiao Ran to measure first—it was 39 degrees 2.It was hotter than at noon.

Qiao Ran was also very surprised: "No way? Why is it burning even more?"

"Master Qiao, you are precious!" Qiao Yu shot back, and measured his own, 36 degrees 2, very stable and safe.

"It's fine if you don't have a fever." Qiao Ran said, he went to get a glass of water and drank it - his throat was dry and sore, he was indeed getting worse.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Qiao Yu got up and said.

"I don't want to go to the hospital. It's too troublesome to be photographed by the paparazzi." Qiao Ran rejected the proposal, "It's okay, the fever may have to come out, I will take another antipyretic later, and post it again." A pair of anti-fever stickers will definitely reduce the fever tomorrow."

"Cooperating with you means you're relying on me." Qiao Yu was very helpless, and today he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

Qiao Ran was so good that he got the cheap, he put the car keys on the coffee table: "If you really want to leave, you can drive back in my car. Otherwise, it will be too much trouble to take the subway from my place and then go back to your house. The rain seems to be coming soon." It’s convenient to drive until tomorrow.”

Qiao Yu moved her cervical spine, got up and walked towards the kitchen: "Forget it, I haven't passed the probationary period for my driver's license, so I can't drive on the highway alone."

Qiao Ran blinked: "So...you dared to go on the highway at noon because I was in the passenger seat?"

——Although he hasn't driven often in the past two years, he has five years of driving experience, so he can barely be regarded as an old driver.

Qiao Yu ignored him, went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and thought about what to have for dinner.

Qiao Ran followed along, but before he got close, as if thinking of something, spacewalked back to the living room, took a mask from the locker and put it on, before returning to the kitchen.

Qiao Yu glanced at this shy young master, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine. Cough..." Qiao Ran coughed a little, and his cold symptoms were slowly showing up.

"Anyway, I won't cook a Manchu banquet for you. Let's have porridge. Then I will cook two more dishes."

"All right, all right, perfect!" Qiao Ran asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Qiao Yu was not polite to him, and directed directly, "Help me wash and scrape the carrots, and then choose the celery."

"Decree!" Young Master Qiao rolled up his sleeves vigorously and started working.

The atmosphere in the kitchen is rare and harmonious.

All I could hear was the humming of the range hood and the sizzling of cooking oil.

"Okay, it's none of your business, go out and stay." Qiao Yu was uncomfortably stared at by Qiao Ran's eager gaze, and pushed him out of the kitchen.

Qiao Ran frowned, smiled and went back to the living room.

With nothing else to do, he simply unpacked the courier box—there were ten sets of clothes inside.

Qiao Ran didn't wait for Qiao Yu's dress-up show, so he understood after thinking about it.

——From a young age, this [Brother Tianxiang] didn't like to wear new clothes, and he wore old-fashioned school uniforms all day long, which was boring.

——It got better later on. However, he may be calm and frugal in his bones. He only buys new clothes when he needs them, and they buy them very quickly. Buy a dozen sets.

After all, Qiao Ran is in the entertainment industry, and his daily clothes basically don't overlap, and he also pays attention to his appearance - this is something he has to pay attention to - besides, he also enjoys wearing new clothes, which can show his different temperament.

Qiao Ran became interested, so she started the dress-up show by herself.

After changing the set, he walked to the door of the kitchen with different model steps, space steps, hip-hop steps, etc. like a flower peacock, and called Qiao Yu to see: "How about this set? Is it handsome? His family is black and red." The design and matching models are too popular, and this year's hot models!"

"Qiao Yu! Look at this set again, isn't it cool? I like the typical British style. I remember you used to like it too. The British style set is yours. I will pack it for you later. Myself There's a set of the same style in different colors, so you don't have to worry about me. And if I like it, I can let them have it."

"Qiao Yu... This white suit is also very good, right? Look at the waist trimmed, how beautiful! But I don't like white, I just try it on for you, and I will pack this suit for you later..."

"Qiao Yu..."

"Qiao Yu..."

"Qiao Yu..."

Qiao Yu who is cooking: "..."

I'm afraid this young master is on fire, right?

Ah - why is the porridge still not cooked, I really want to stop his chattering mouth!

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The author has something to say:

Qiao Ran: Come on, come on, come on, I'll be happier if you block it with your mouth.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of small pear vortex;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!