Women's clothing giants are all in love

After the cold winter, spring and summer follow.

City A, August.

Since last month, City A has entered an extremely long period of thunderstorms.

No matter how bright the sun is during the day, dark clouds begin to gather in the sky in the evening, and after that, there will always be a thunderstorm with great momentum.

There were two thunderstorms today, and just after five o'clock in the afternoon, the passers-by in the whole city were drenched. Now at ten o'clock in the evening, accompanied by muffled thunder, the raindrops fell down again.

There were no people on Nan'an Road, and the only people were hiding in small bars.

An hour has passed since the Golden Screen Awards ceremony, and the TV hanging in the corner of the Mu Mu Bar is still silently replaying the awards ceremony for this year's best actor.

Wearing a haute couture suit, the slender man accepted the trophy representing the highest honor in the film industry with an elegant and restrained posture, and turned around.

In an instant, countless starlights reflected the man's face that could hardly be described in words.

With handsome eyes and eyebrows trimmed, the eyebrows are sharp, and the tip of the eyes is slightly raised, outlining a bit of seductive charm on the beautifully contoured face.

The tall nose bridge, the thin and slightly hooked lips, no matter where the facial features are, they are all beautiful, as if they were carefully drawn, and when the painter wrote, probably every minute and every second was full of love for him. affection.

However, despite having such an affectionate appearance, the man's extremely light brown pupils are so cold that they seem to be filled with thousands of miles of glaciers, making people dare not approach him at all.

The stars twinkled in his eyes, the cheers rang in his ears, and the crowd surrounded him, but he just quietly and silently accepted the trophy, calmly stated his acceptance speech, and walked off the stage step by step.

From the beginning to the end, there is not too much emotion.

Jiang Cheng, the youngest winner of the Golden Screen Award in history.

Even though he was only 25 years old, he already possessed an extremely complex temperament, which was attractive but also daunting, as beautiful as an elegant egret, as cold as a hard rock.

But it is precisely this complex temperament that possesses a fatal attraction.

Some people who were still in the bar were still discussing the Golden Curtain Awards ceremony in low voices. Most of the topics revolved around Jiang Cheng, and their words were full of admiration and admiration for him.

Jiang Cheng is very popular in the gay circle, it's their heavenly dish.

But such a man would probably be a dish in any circle.

Behind the bar, Song Sheng listened to the excited discussions that he tried hard to restrain but couldn't restrain, smiled lightly, turned around and put the wine bottle on the display cabinet.

Just at this time, the door of the bar was opened, and the crisp wind chime sounded.

There was another muffled thunder outside, which clearly entered the bar with the opening of the door.

Entering the bar together with him was a tall figure wearing a black hoodie.

Nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and very slender legs, he was dressed in pitch black, with a hood covering his head, and his clothes were completely soaked by the heavy rain outside. He looked very embarrassed.

After this figure entered the bar, he walked straight to the bar step by step, without any hurry or delay.

Some people in the bar couldn't help but look up, and they were immediately attracted by this guy's perfect figure-little gays always like tall and strong men.

But this outfit is really weird, this person is wearing a black mask on his face, it can be said that he can't see anything clearly, so the people who looked at him quickly looked away with a lack of interest, and some people even looked at the person behind the bar. Song Sheng cast a worried look, fearing that the visitor would be unkind.

Song Sheng had just finished tidying up the display racks when he heard footsteps stop behind him.

He turned around, and before he could say "Welcome", he met the man's light brown indifferent eyes.

The hood couldn't completely cover the rain, and the raindrops slowly slid down the black hair on the man's forehead, hanging on the ends of the hair, dotting the cold white face.

The man pulls off the mask.

The man who had just received the best actor trophy at the Golden Screen Awards ceremony was standing in front of Song Sheng, opened his lips, and said slowly in a metallic voice: "Brother Sheng."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Cheng's arrival was very sudden.

A few minutes later, in the lounge on the second floor.

Song Sheng rarely brought people to the rest room upstairs.

But apart from Wen Liang, Wu Yang and Xie Zhu, Jiang Cheng was also an exception.

Watching the man slowly wipe his hair with the dry towel he handed over, Song Sheng leaned against the wall with his arms folded and asked softly, "What happened?"

Jiang Cheng put down the dry towel, and the black hair that had been combed meticulously at the awards ceremony was already in a mess, which made the already mature face look a little immature for no reason.

If you say that he is a high school student, there are probably some people who believe him.

Of course, as soon as he stood up and gestured to his height and strong figure, this illusion would be shattered immediately.

After Jiang Cheng wiped his hair, he lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Even though the two hadn't met or even had much contact for a year and a half, Song Sheng was still very familiar with this man's subtext.

I just don't want to say it.

The person who was supposed to be enjoying the most glorious moment in his life actually changed into such low-key clothes, and broke into the dusk in the heavy rain without an umbrella, but he didn't want to explain why.

Song Sheng didn't care, and asked in a good temper: "Does your second uncle know that you are here?"

Jiang Cheng raised his eyes immediately: "Don't tell him."

It seems that it has something to do with Jiang Shujing.

Did the nephew and uncle quarrel?

Song Sheng thought to himself.

After Jiang Cheng raised his eyes, he never looked away.

Those light brown eyes stared straight at Song Sheng, and there was no intention of hiding their straightforward gaze.

And when he accepted Jiang Cheng's aggressive gaze, Song Sheng couldn't help but think in his heart, it's really been a year and a half since I saw him.

No, since four years ago, the number of times the two met has become very rare, but since one and a half years ago, this kind of sparse communication has been completely cut off.

And in the four years that he didn't know all about, this child has really changed a lot.

Not only does his appearance become more mature and handsome, but his temper seems to be able to suppress more things, making it more difficult for people to see through.

Now, maybe those movie fans and fans already know him better than him.

It was just such a ruthless child who hadn't contacted him much for four years, but suddenly ran into his shop tonight and said to him——

Song Sheng raised his lips, obviously smiling softly, but there was a trace of teasing in his tone: "Would you like to stay with me for a few days?"

Jiang Cheng was silent for a moment, and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Then, he looked at Song Sheng and asked softly, "Is it okay?"

If Jiang Cheng's manager were here now, he would probably be shocked.

Because even though Jiang Cheng was still expressionless at the moment, and his metallic voice was still quite cold, there was indeed a bit of request in that tone.

Please, when has he ever seen this man talk to whom?

This man treats Jiang Shujing, his second uncle and owner of Star Entertainment Media, with a cold face all year round!

Song Sheng was thoughtful, but did not answer.

Just at this moment, a guest shouted from downstairs, probably needing help with something.

Song Sheng turned his face sideways, stood up straight and said, "Sit here for a while, I'll go downstairs to have a look first, and I'll come up soon."

As soon as he turned around and pressed the doorknob, his wrist was grasped by a bony hand stretching from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a cold and ambiguous masculine scent of orange blossom enveloped him.

Song Sheng is not short, he is 1.8 meters tall.

He vaguely remembered that when he first met Jiang Cheng, the boy was only slightly taller than him.

But now, this guy is just standing behind him, as if he can cover him completely, and his presence is so strong that it cannot be ignored.

He heard the former boy say in a voice that had become very deep behind his ears: "Brother Sheng, help me."

Song Sheng paused.

He suddenly smiled and asked softly: "The perfume you use today is 'Blue Windmill'?"

As if he didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, Jiang Cheng replied after two seconds: "...um."

"Very cute male fragrance," Song Sheng smiled and pulled his hand away, "It suits you very well."

"Sit here obediently and wait for me to come back."

……

After going downstairs, I realized that there was nothing else to call his regular customer, but I suddenly wanted to try another new cocktail.

After mixing the wine and handing it to the other party with a smile, Song Sheng felt a little stuffy, raised his hand and tied up his long hair and tied it behind his head.

Afterwards, he walked around the bar, walked outside the door, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.

After two busy tones, the phone was picked up, and the other party seemed a little flustered, and hurriedly shouted: "Hello? What do you say, brother, you called me suddenly?"

Song Sheng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case in his pocket, bit it between his lips, lit it, and asked softly, "Can't you find your nephew?"

"Huh? What..." Song Sheng's hair was small, that is, Jiang Shujing was sluggish for a second, and suddenly realized, cursing, "Fuck, he is looking for you?!"

The voice on the other end became even more chaotic. It was obvious that Jiang Shujing was busy with his nephew who had suddenly disappeared and was also a cash cow.

There was smoke between Song Sheng's fingers, and a puff of smoke spewed out from his beautifully shaped lips, which quickly dissipated in the heavy rain that hadn't stopped.

His speaking speed was always slow, not affected by the noise on the other end of Jiang Shujing: "What happened? He didn't even let me contact you."

"Hey... this," Jiang Shujing seemed to be a little bit embarrassed when he mentioned this, he said, "Forget it, I'll come over first and then talk about it!"

After hanging up the phone and smoking the cigarette, Song Sheng turned back to the bar and went up to the second floor.

Open the door, the inside is already empty, there is no such figure.

Song Sheng crossed his arms and leaned against the wall with no expression on his face.

Half an hour later, Jiang Shujing arrived in a hurry. At that time, there was no one in the bar. After knowing that Jiang Cheng had slipped away, he bent down and pressed his knee, as if he was about to vomit blood: "Why didn't you tell me he left?! "

Song Sheng mixed the wine, raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe you can check your phone?"

Jiang Shujing immediately took out his mobile phone to check. Twenty minutes ago, not long after he set off, Song Sheng called, but he didn't notice it!

Jiang Shujing's blood was really about to spit out!

He felt that he had aged a lot in an instant!

After a while, he drank wine in a dejected manner and told what had happened.

After the Golden Screen Awards Ceremony, theoretically there will be an official reception, but Jiang Shujing happened to have an investor who wanted to meet Jiang Cheng and talk about a movie cooperation, so he took Jiang Cheng away. , called a few friends in the industry, and privately found a high-end restaurant to have a supper.

As a result, Jiang Shujing received a call from his assistant on the way and needed to go back to the company.

He thought that Jiang Cheng was no longer a child, so he should be able to cope with the current situation, not to mention that there was an old friend of his who could help him take care of Jiang Cheng, so he left the table in peace. Unexpectedly——

——This is the first time he has made such a mistake. The investor who wanted to hook up with Jiang Cheng was not a human being. He even dared to secretly drug Jiang Cheng's wine in a crowd of people. No one would say what he planned to do after that!

Hearing this, Song Sheng stopped his movements, looked at Jiang Shujing and asked, "Are you still human? Jiang Cheng is your nephew."

Song Sheng's tone was as soft as ever, and this kind of softness was fatal at this moment.

Jiang Shujing cried: "I don't know that idiot is such a person, I have never heard of it before, if I know, I can bring Jiang Cheng to him?!"

Song Sheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did Jiang Cheng drink that wine?"

"My friend said that he felt something was wrong after taking a sip, so he just left," Jiang Shujing said lazily, "Physically he should be fine, but after that he lost contact and didn't go home. He couldn't get through the phone, and couldn't be contacted at all. superior."

"So, he felt that his uncle wanted to arrange unspoken rules for him." Song Sheng said the most ruthless words in the gentlest voice.

Jiang Shujing immediately hugged his head: "I am wronged! I, Jiang Shujing, have never let the artists below do such a thing, let alone my own nephew!"

Song Sheng glanced at the time, it was already 11:30.

He shook his head and said, "Go back after drinking."

Jiang Shujing tugged at his hair: "But others haven't found it yet..."

Song Sheng: "He is 25 years old and can take care of himself."

Jiang Shujing hung his head.

"I will try to call him again, and I will contact you if I have any news." Song Sheng took back the empty wine glass and said, "Okay, let's go back."

……

At twelve o'clock, the last guest, Jiang Shujing, left dejectedly.

There will probably be no more visitors tonight.

Song Sheng asked the staff in the store to get off work early and go home to rest, then closed the door early, cleaned up the garbage, and opened the back door of the bar.

Behind the bar is an alley, and at the intersection of the alley are three large garbage cans.

At this time, the thunderstorm had completely stopped, but the heavy rain that lasted for two hours caused many puddles to accumulate on the uneven ground, reflecting the lights that seemed to be there.

After Song Sheng opened the back door, he noticed something and looked to the left.

A black shadow crouched silently by the wall, motionless, it was unknown how long it had been waiting here.

... No, time seems to be calculable.

The man probably never left the bar from start to finish.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the black shadow raised his head and looked at Song Sheng silently and stubbornly.

It's like a little wild wolf who is homeless and has stubbornly identified his master.

Song Sheng rubbed the corners of his eyes, sighed, and laughed a little.

He opened his mouth and said softly, "Okay, stand up, and come home with me after I finish throwing out the trash."

It was so dark that they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

Jiang Cheng stood up, his light brown eyes hidden in the night gradually deepened.

That was indeed the look of a wolf.

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Title: "How I Unscrupulously Attract Readers' Attention [Transmigration Book]"

After Tao Lu's accidental death, he transmigrated into a cool article about the street.

The protagonist of the novel, Lu Wuxing, is the only son of the number one patriarch in the world, but he was imprisoned by his biological father since he was a child because he possessed a natural fairy bone.

It was not until 20 years later that he finally broke free from the shackles, killed all those who had hurt him, and stabbed his biological father to death on the eve of ascension.

Since then, the cultivation world has been turned upside down.

——In the process, the male protagonist who was supposed to block and kill the Buddha was thwarted, he failed in everything he did, and he was killed against everything he killed. He was so aggrieved.

Readers couldn't take it anymore, and ran away after half of the serialization!

The system is heartbroken: "The novel needs to be saved. Your task is to change the plot by arbitrarily choosing any character in the novel. As long as the plot change is cool enough and the click rate is high enough, you can accumulate points and win the chance of resurrection!"

Tao Lu: "ojbk, in order to revive, I will do whatever it takes to change the plot! First of all, I want to dress as—"

The system was excited: "You are going to be the male lead's first little friend, and take revenge with the male lead, right?!"

Then Tao Lu chose to transmigrate as the male lead's first scumbag king who wanted revenge and beheaded... the scumbag's son.

Outside the palace of the Dragon Clan in the demon world, Lu Wuxing was repeatedly blocked by little demons.

The jade-like face, the smile on the corner of the mouth is also extremely gentle, but the eyes don't look like they are looking at a living thing, which makes people feel terrified.

He pointed at the Dragon King with his sword, and said with a light smile, "Are you coming, or am I?"

The Dragon King covered his forehead, put on the demon-shaped Tao Lu's shoulder and sneered, "Son, what did I hear just now, is there a dog barking?"

Tao Lu said cheerfully, "Yes, yes!"

The Dragon King laughed loudly, but in the next second he was kicked hard and flew to Lu Wuxing's feet, and he let out a dog bark of "Wow!"

The little demons were collectively shocked, and turned their heads to look at the chubby, fat second-generation ancestor scumbag Xiaolong in front of the hall.

Tao Lu sighed: "The dog barks really loudly!"

"???" The scumbag Dragon King's eyes widened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, "Nizi?!!"

The system was shocked, but Tao Lu grinned, and said leisurely: "If you want to be cool, of course you can't play cards according to common sense. What's the point of dressing up as the hero's little friend?"

He stretched out his fleshy little paws and pointed directly at Lu Wuxing, who raised his brows slightly and laughed with great interest.

Tao Lu was heroic and valiant, and made an oath in front of the hall: "You, from today, I will be covered!"

Later, Lu Wuxing realized that there were countless people around him who were desperate for him, but in fact they were always the same person.

That person almost unscrupulously changed his destiny, fulfilled the oath he once made, and held everything in front of Lu Wuxing.

However, Lu Wuxing held his hand tightly in the end, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want anything else."

"Stay with me, don't disappear again."

"You are what I want most."

ps. Shou will travel through many characters to change the plot.