Substitute not qualified

"Don't you think he looks very special?" Lin Yunqing asked with a bento bag on his shoulders, just like the one that is so pure and unaffected that it makes people's eyes shine.

Wen Zhuo lowered his eyes and glanced at him: "Is it particularly ugly? No, it looks like an ordinary human being." Then, he looked him up and down again, "Not as coquettish as you."

Lin Yunqing: ...

"You bought this coquettish clothes!" Lin Yunqing twisted her waist, and gently shook him with her lunch bag.But... Isn't the opposite of coquettish in coquettishness just pure and unaffected?He really felt that Luo Xing was very special.

Wen Zhuo looked at his twisting appearance: "It seems that the bump just now wasn't enough?"

Lin Yunqing dumped him again with the bento bag.

After watching Wen Zhuo leave, Lin Yunqing walked slowly towards the door of the house.

He thought that Luo Xing would take over as his substitute after he left, and finally succeeded.

But he didn't expect that Luo Xing, as the protagonist in the original book, would not follow the original drama of "The Overlord's Substitute Lover", but start a workplace romance drama of "The Overlord and the Little Staff".

And Luo Xing really doesn't look like him, so that means Luo Xing doesn't look like Bai Yueguang?

Wen Zhuo and the protagonist Shou are indeed true love who don't look at faces.

It seems that even if he inadvertently changed the development of the plot, the protagonists will still be connected in various ways.

In the future, Wen Zhuo will get along with Luo Xing day and night in the company, and it is not impossible for Wen Zhuo to have a little spark of love. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for him then?

Forget it, for the sake of money, let's take a step first and see who will have trouble with money.

Maybe if he behaved well during this time, Mr. Wen Ba would give him a suite or something when he fired him. This would be perfect.

Lin Yunqing, who was planning to start working as a stand-in again, came to the living room with his fluffy blanket in his arms at night when he was about done reading and reviewing in his room.

It's already eleven o'clock in the evening, and Mr. Wen, who has a particularly rich nightlife today, hasn't come back yet.

As a stand-in, he knows how to behave at this time. Sitting alone on the sofa until late at night, looking at the door and waiting for the boss to return, this shows both his affection and pity. Will give him two suites.

After leaving his job, he can live in one and rent out the other, which is perfect.

It is now late April, and the summer temperature in Xia City is very high, but obviously, the high temperature cannot reflect his misery and loneliness in the middle of the night.

Lin Yunqing lowered the temperature of the climate system by ten degrees.

Then I turned off all the lights, only turned on a floor lamp in the living room, and specially adjusted it to the light with the warmest color temperature.

He picked the most conspicuous position on the sofa, adjusted his posture, and soon he fell asleep with the blanket in his arms.

The vast space was plunged into darkness, and a warm yellow lamp gave off a faint light.The light shone on the sofa, adding a layer of soft light to the young man sleeping on the sofa. His hair was light in color, and under the light, it was slightly yellowish, and his cold white complexion was also made more transparent.

His sleeping posture was not submissive, with his head tilted and leaning against the back of the sofa, his knees were bent, and the hem of his wide T-shirt was brought up by his movements, revealing a section of whiteness.The floor-to-ceiling windows were slightly opened, and the wind blew through the gaps in the curtains, slightly blowing his hair and clothes.

When Wen Zhuo returned to his home, he was caught off guard by a chill as soon as he entered the house, and then he saw the scene in front of him.

Mr. Wen, who often went out on business trips and entertainment and then came back late at night, felt a little strange seeing such a scene.

Could it be that Lin Yunqing was waiting for him to come back?

It was chilly as soon as he entered the house this summer, Mr. Wen felt no warmth or emotion in his heart.

Subconsciously, he moved lightly, walked to the living room, and looked sideways at the data on the climate system panel.Oh, 15 degrees.

Could Lin Yunqing be a little penguin from Antarctica?

After returning to the temperature that normal humans feel comfortable with, Wen Zhuo looked down at the person on the sofa.

Obviously this little penguin doesn't like the cold, he seems to feel the cold too, curled up in the corner of the sofa with a blanket in his arms.The blanket was not covered properly, but he was rolled into a ball and held in his arms.

He was wearing a light pink T-shirt with a smooth fabric. The loose T-shirt should have been used as pajamas by him, and it was loosely covered on his body, revealing a part of his waist.

Pale pink is actually very suitable for Lin Yunqing. His white skin makes him more gentle, with an unreal sense of fragility, just like in memory.

Wen Zhuo subconsciously looked away.Just as he turned his head, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the waist exposed under the hem of the slipped clothes from the corner of his eye. The bruise the size of half a palm was very conspicuous on his fair skin.

Wen Zhuo frowned, and turned his gaze back to the waist, the bruise was red and seemed to be a little swollen.It was hit in the elevator today, and he quickly remembered the source of the bruise.

"Lin Yunqing." Wen Zhuo leaned over slightly, stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek, the seemingly fleshless cheek was still a little soft when pinched, and it felt good, President Wen poked it again with his fingertip.

Lin Yunqing's sleep was relatively shallow, and as soon as the warm fingertips touched his cheek, he began to wake up in a daze.

"Wen Zhuo..." He murmured softly, and opened his eyes mistyly.

Wen Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, as if it was the first time he heard Lin Yunqing call his name.

"Is the two-meter bed in the bedroom unable to meet your sleep needs?" Seeing him awake, Wen Zhuo straightened up and asked.

"I'm waiting for you..." Before he finished speaking, he sneezed abruptly, his eyes were watery, he sniffed and wrapped the blanket tightly, "Waiting for you to come back. "

"I thought you were cold compressing your whole body with low temperature."

"What cold compress?" Lin Yunqing didn't follow his topic for a while, blinked, and looked at Mr. Wen who was in a well-dressed suit and leather shoes opposite him, and then he remembered his unfinished task, and hurriedly added his lines, "I want to make you hangover soup Have you eaten? Do you want supper?"

As he said that, he wanted to stand up, but his waist was only halfway up, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his side. He gritted his teeth and pressed his waist with his hands.

"I thought you would be able to react at least next year." Wen Zhuo's eyes fell on his waist again, and he asked coolly, "Do you know it hurts?"

"Obviously it didn't hurt when I came back today." Lin Yunqing sat on the sofa, lifted up her clothes, lowered her head and glanced at the back of her waist, there was a bruise with reddish green.

"This is a work injury, Mr. Wen." He looked up at Wen Zhuo in the next second, and lifted his clothes up a bit to show his wound, "Work injury."

"Yes, it's a serious work injury, maybe it will be healed in two days." Wen Zhuo sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and dialed the family doctor.

Lin Yunqing leaned over, wanting to hear about her injury.

Wen Zhuo briefly described the origin of the bruise to the doctor.

"It's not me, it's my employees." Wen Zhuo answered the doctor's question, while looking at Lin Yunqing's waist, and measured it with his fingertips, "Irregular circle, about six or seven centimeters in diameter."

Then he pressed around the bruise with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

Lin Yunqing trembled slightly: "It hurts, the waist hurts when I exert myself hard."

As expected of the protagonist, he was hit hard by this little cannon fodder when he came up. Does this herald his tragic fate of being tortured by the protagonist in the future?