Substitute not qualified

After several days of continuous rain, this morning, the gray clouds finally dissipated, revealing the light of the horizon.

Lin Yunqing was cooking porridge in the kitchen, he raised his head slightly and yawned, he didn't sleep well last night, he was thinking about his dead sweetheart all night long.

He really didn't expect Mr. Wen, who was on the surface to be high-spirited, to have such a sad story behind his back.Wen Zhuo hadn't had time to express the feelings deeply buried in his heart, but the person who entrusted his affection was no longer there.

The person is gone, but the feelings cannot dissipate with the person.

Through this period of getting along, it can also be seen that Wen Zhuo is not casual in his relationship, he works hard every day, often works overtime, rarely goes out to play, went to drink once last night, and even got sick from drinking.

No wonder they wanted him as a substitute, presumably Wen Zhuo must have missed his Bai Yueguang very much.No wonder he works so hard every day, he must be using busy work to numb his inner feelings, so that he has no time to miss his white moonlight.

Alas, Lin Yunqing sighed, lifted the lid of the pot, and stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon.

It's miserable, he should treat Wen Zhuo better.

"Lin Yunqing!" A roar pierced the silence in the room.

Lin Yunqing, who was called, glanced back, and saw a tall figure grabbing her hair, and walking towards this side quickly angrily.

"What did you do to me while I was asleep?!" The volume of Wen Zhuo's voice was much louder than usual, full of anger, which made people afraid.

It was the first time Lin Yunqing heard him speak like this, and it was also the first time she saw Wen Zhuo angry.

"What's wrong?" Could it be that Wen Zhuo remembered what he said to him when he was in a daze last night, would he kill someone to silence him?

"My hair!" Wen Zhuo came to the kitchen angrily, "What did you do?!"

Lin Yunqing raised his eyes and saw his angry face, but when his eyes touched the two strands of hair protruding from his ears, he let out a "puchi" laugh.

"I'm sorry." Lin Yunqing hurriedly covered her mouth and lowered her head, but still glanced up quietly.The hair on Wen Zhuo's forehead was evenly divided to both sides, and after being freed from the restraint of the hairpin, it curled up flamboyantly, like two small horns, silly.

"Is this your attitude towards patients?" Wen Zhuo stuffed two hairpins into his hands, seeing him gloating, he became even angrier immediately.

"I can explain it!" Lin Yunqing withdrew her smile, straightened her face, and tried to explain, "When I massaged your forehead last night, in order not to wet your hair, I tied it up with clips."

"Then you're gone, won't you take the clip with you too?!" Wen Zhuo looked at the corner of his mouth, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this person did it on purpose.

"I forgot, I'm sorry." Lin Yunqing apologized sincerely, stretched out her hand to touch the curled hair, and tried to break it back with her fingertips.

"Do you think it's useful?" Wen Zhuo glanced at him coldly, raised his hand and slapped his hand away, "I've tried it a long time ago."

"Oh." Lin Yunqing touched the wrist that was patted, feeling a little hot, "Has your fever gone?"

"I can be angry with you even if I retreat!"

Lin Yunqing: ...

It looks quite energetic, and it is estimated that the problem is not big.

"We can blow it with a hair dryer, and it should be able to change back." Lin Yunqing turned and walked out of the kitchen, and said to him.

Wen Zhuo snorted coldly, walked to the living room, and sat down with his hands folded.

Seeing that he obviously didn't intend to solve the problem by himself, Lin Yunqing turned off the fire on the stove, went back to the room and took out the hair dryer.

He walked up to Wen Zhuo, pinched the root of the strand of hair with one hand, turned on the hair dryer to the hot air with the other hand, and pointed the nozzle at the hair to blow.

After blowing for a few minutes, he felt that it was almost done, so he put away the hair dryer, let go of his hand, and the strong curled hair finally fell down.

"Yes!" Lin Yunqing's eyes brightened slightly, and she shook the hair dryer in her hand.

"It's best." Wen Zhuo gave him a suspicious look, got up and walked to the bathroom, came to the mirror, saw the hair on the right side that had returned to its original state, and finally felt a little better.

"The other side." He ordered with a sullen face.

"Okay." Lin Yunqing reached out to touch his hair on the left side, but due to the height difference between the two, it was obviously inconvenient for him to raise his hands high, "You squat down a little, or we go back to the living room, you sit, we stand."

"Hmph." Wen Zhuo looked down at him, "Short." The mockery was very obvious.

Lin Yunqing: ...

Wen Zhuo stretched out his hands to put on his waist, and while Lin Yunqing exclaimed, he held his waist, lifted him up slightly, and made him sit on the sink behind him.

Lin Yunqing was glad that this bathroom was not used by anyone, usually he and Wen Zhuo used the bathroom in their respective rooms, so this sink was always dry and tidy.

Wen Zhuo turned his head and let him continue working.

Lin Yunqing looked at the person squeezed in front of him, his legs were hanging on Wen Zhuo's waist, feeling a little complicated.

It stands to reason that in other plots, this should be a plot that makes people blush and heartbeat. After all, when they wake up early in the morning, two people are in the bathroom, one is sitting on the sink, the other is standing in front of the sink, facing each other.

What should be the normal direction?Lin Yunqing was blowing his hair while thinking wildly.

Oh, it should be helping the other party shave or something.

"Lin Yunqing." Wen Zhuo's dissatisfied voice sounded, "I'm burning."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Lin Yunqing hurriedly moved away from the blower, and pinched the hair in her hands. The warm hair is hard, and it's not easy to recover after styling, "I think it's okay."

Only then did Wen Zhuo take a step back, turned his head to look in the mirror, and the hair on the left side also hung down.

"Then I'll go first." Lin Yunqing jumped off the sink.

"Let's go." Mr. Wen's tone did not improve because of the recovery of hair.

Without Lin Yunqing standing in front of the mirror, Wen Zhuo turned his head and saw the image in the mirror clearly.

"Lin Yunqing!"

With a call, Lin Yunqing, who had just walked to the door, found that his wrist was being grabbed.

He turned his head and saw that Wen Zhuo seemed to be angrier than before. If his eyes could breathe fire, he might have been buried in the flames by now.

I saw that the hair on Wen Zhuo's right side that had been drooping was firmly raised again.

"Pfft!" Lin Yunqing couldn't help laughing again.

"I'm sorry." He raised his hand to touch the unruly hair.

"You still have the nerve to laugh?" Wen Zhuo gritted his teeth, and knit his brows together.

"Why don't you wash your hair." Lin Yunqing suggested, anyway, Wen Zhuo's hair is short, so it can be washed and dried quickly.

"Is your care for the patient to let him wash his hair early in the morning?"

"It's all my fault. I'll wash and blow for you. Please forgive me, sir."

It was already more than 20 minutes after I helped Wen Zhuo restore his handsome hairstyle in the past.

After such a toss in the morning, Lin Yunqing's sadness for Wen Zhuo and Bai Yueguang was also gone.

Before Wen Zhuolin went out, Lin Yunqing followed him to the porch and gave him a sideways kiss.

"37.7 degrees." He frowned, looking at the number on the display of the forehead temperature gun, and frowned, "It's still burning."

"It's all your anger." Wen Zhuo said while straightening his tie.

"Do you have a headache?"

Wen Zhuo glanced at him with lowered eyes: "I won't hurt if you're not angry."

Lin Yunqing: ...

"Why don't you take a day off today." He was a little worried, Wen Zhuo had been working overtime for a long time.

"Lin Yunqing, if I don't go to work, who will pay you?"

Lin Yunqing raised her eyes and glanced at him, of course it was Lu Cai and Qian Wenang, they gave him 30 a day and [-] a month, but Wen Zhuo only gave him [-] a month, how poor.

"Then I don't need salary this month, can you rest at home for a day?" Lin Yunqing smiled.

"No." After Wen Zhuo straightened his tie, he lowered his hands, looked at his smile, and raised his hand to pinch a strand of hair that curled up slightly by his ear.

"Not only will I pay you, but I will also have nearly [-] employees in Yalan."

"Oh." Lin Yunqing handed him the briefcase, pouted, "If you take a day off, you won't be able to pay wages, and the others are too good at it."

"Ok?"

"I mean, Mr. Wen, you are too powerful. You are the engine that keeps Alan running and the backbone of Alan."

Wen Zhuo snorted softly, turned around and entered the elevator.

After sending the person away, Lin Yunqing turned around and returned to the house.

Thinking of Wen Zhuo's two little corners, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

I don't know if Wen Zhuo is so childish in front of Bai Yueguang.

Probably not, after all, he is a coward who dare not even confess his love.

Lin Yunqing shook her head, preventing herself from continuing to think.

-

Aran Building.

Wen Zhuo came out of the conference room, and the atmosphere in the conference room behind the door was heavy. Everyone looked at each other for a while before getting up and leaving.

He returned to the office, sat down, rubbed his forehead, his head hurt a little.

Compared with Lin Yunqing, the ability of that group of popular people is even worse.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Li asked you to go out for dinner at noon today." Zhou Tezhu opened the door and came in, putting the documents on the table.

"No." Wen Zhuo's tone was a bit cold, he spread out the document and read it.

"Need an order for you?"

"Don't order it now, let's talk about it." Wen Zhuo took a pen to sign the document, then sealed it, and handed it to Special Assistant Zhou.

"Okay, I won't bother you then."

After the assistant went out, Wen Zhuo leaned his head on the back of the chair, raised his hand to loosen his tie, felt throbbing pain in his forehead, and closed his eyes.Although there is a sense of hunger in his abdomen, he has no appetite. Was it so uncomfortable when he had a cold before?

The pain in his head became worse and worse. He pressed it hard, but it didn't relieve at all. Lin Yunqing obviously pressed it like this when he washed his hair, and the cool fingertips would make him very comfortable.

He straightened up, touched the phone from the table, and dialed.

"Lin Yunqing, are you cooking for lunch today?" After the call was connected, he went straight to the topic.

After getting an affirmative answer, Wen Zhuo felt that his head didn't hurt so much anymore.

"Bring me food, come here now."

After hanging up the phone, he continued to work.

After a while, he glanced at the time on the display screen, it was 10 minutes, Lin Yunqing should be almost there.

He took the document on the desktop, looked at it for a while, signed it, and looked up at the time. It's been 15 minutes, but it hasn't arrived yet.

Wen Zhuo snorted, and continued to read the next document patiently, then signed and checked the time.

10 minutes later, there is no one.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed again.

"Student Lin Yunqing, may I ask what kind of transportation did you choose to come here this time? In 10 minutes, you can get there on foot."

"It's almost here. I stopped by Dr. Wang to get some medicine."

"Which way do you go to him?" Wen Zhuo rubbed his forehead.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, if you are in a hurry, the burn will be worse."

Wen Zhuo hung up the call resolutely. He was stupid to let Lin Yunqing come over. He just got angry this morning, so why didn't he learn his lesson.

But Lin Yunqing must have gone to help him get the medicine, hum, Wen Zhuo shook his feet, and his concern was chaotic, there is no way, forgive him once.

Wen Zhuo looked down at the document for a while, and found that the densely packed words were a little blurry, so he couldn't read it, so he simply put the document aside.

Looking at the closed glass door again, he dialed the number of the assistant's office: "Later, Lin Yunqing will come over and bring me lunch, and tell the front desk downstairs."

After 10 long minutes, Wen Zhuo finally welcomed Lin Yunqing and his pink and tender lunch bag.

He glanced at the bulging bento bag, and suddenly felt that pink was quite pleasing to the eye.

Lin Yunqing walked in, and saw Wen Zhuo was already sitting on the sofa in the reception area, for a moment he felt like a child obediently waiting for dinner.

"How is it?" He put the bento bag on the coffee table, "Is it still burning?"

Wen Zhuo raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Lin Yunqing, as a life assistant, it's your job to care about your employer's physical condition. You should take the initiative and don't ask me everything."

For example, at this time, you should take the initiative to reach out and touch his forehead to test whether he is still burning or not.

"It's my dereliction of duty." Lin Yunqing put down his backpack, and took out a bag of medicine and a forehead thermometer from it.

Seeing the handle of the temperature gun in front of him, Wen Zhuo: ...

There is no interest in life at all!

Mr. Wen, who is a senior executive of a technology company, feels the negative impact of technological inventions on the warmth between people at this moment.

"38 degrees." Lin Yunqing looked at the number on the forehead thermometer in disbelief, "Why is it higher than this morning? What did you do?"

"I'm mad at you." Mr. Wen took out his lunch from the lunch bag with an uneasy expression.

Lin Yunqing: ...

He suspects that he has become Wen Zhuo's special scapegoat for this cold.

Lunch is very simple and light, a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, a plate of boiled vegetables and fruits, and it's gone.

"You eat your own, you don't have to follow me to eat so lightly." Realizing that Lin Yunqing had thoughtfully adjusted his diet according to his condition, Wen Zhuo also said thoughtfully.

"I came here after eating pork ribs at home. These are specially made for you."

"I underestimated you, thank you for your hard work." Wen Zhuo took a mouthful of vegetables.

"When you recover from illness, I can also cook ribs rice for you."

"Hmph." Wen Zhuo didn't have much appetite and didn't eat much, so he half leaned on the sofa after finishing his meal.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Wen Zhuo straightened up slightly, but caught a glimpse of the figure in the pantry, Lin Yunqing was washing lunch boxes, do you want to put a dishwashing cabinet in the office?

"Mr. Wen, here are a few documents that you need to sign." Special Assistant Zhou walked in with the documents, interrupting his thinking about finding a place for the dishwashing cabinet.

Wen Zhuo got up and went back to the office area.

"By the way, I just went to get the medicine from Dr. Wang. After you take it, take a rest." Lin Yunqing said as she came out of the tea room.

Seeing Wen Zhuo returned to his desk to continue working, he frowned slightly: "You haven't recovered from your cold yet, don't you want to take a rest?"

"Is Mr. Wen not feeling well? Do you need to contact the doctor?" Zhou Tezhu asked.

"No, small problem." He answered without raising his head. After signing a document, he looked up at Lin Yunqing, "Put the medicine there, I'll take it later."

"Why wait? Can't I take it now?" Lin Yunqing took the medicine out of the medicine box and poured a glass of warm water.

"Eat now." He handed the water glass to Wen Zhuo.

After taking the medicine and the water glass, Wen Zhuo raised his head and glanced at Zhou Tezhu who was standing aside: "No way, he just loves to worry about it."

Special Assistant Zhou: ...

Lin Yunqing, who was staring at Wen Zhuo taking medicine, felt like coaxing a child, and this child was very willful.He had reason to suspect that Wen Zhuo had a fever and was stupid.

After Mr. Wen finished taking the medicine and signed the documents, Special Assistant Zhou took the documents and left. He always felt that Mr. Wen was enjoying the cold. No, his complexion was much better than that of the meeting this morning.

"I think taking a rest after taking the medicine will help the condition get better." Lin Yunqing walked to the desk with the packed lunch bag.

Wen Zhuo leaned on the chair, caught a glimpse of his tidy appearance, and said in a muffled voice: "I have a headache, I can't sleep."

"Why do you still have a headache?" Lin Yunqing frowned.

"Give me a massage, Assistant Lin." Wen Zhuo got up and walked to the sofa, "I'll give you a bonus."

Only then did Lin Yunqing realize that his "Assistant Lin" was referring to herself: "I don't know how to massage."

"I didn't expect you to, just press it for me wherever it hurts." Wen Zhuo was already half-lying on the sofa.

"Oh." Lin Yunqing walked over, "Then where does it hurt you?"

Wen Zhuo pointed with his fingertips to the upper part of the eyebrows.

Lin Yunqing's movements were light and slow, and when he pressed down with his slightly cool fingertips, he felt that his whole body was much better, the dull pain in his head disappeared immediately, and his eyelids also sank a lot.

At this time, the knock on the door disturbed his comfort again.

"Come in." Wen Zhuo pursed his lips.

"Mr. Wen, excuse me..." Zhou Tezhu, who came in with the document, saw this scene. Mr. Wen was half leaning on the sofa, with his legs crossed, his head leaning back on the back of the chair, and the quiet and gentle young man behind him He was pressing the sides of his forehead with his eyes downcast.

Special Assistant Zhou quickly withdrew his gaze and put the documents away: "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Wen, here are a few documents that you need to look at. There is no hurry, I will put them on the table for you first."

After speaking, he walked out quickly and closed the door carefully.

After reaching the door, Tezhu Zhou came back to his senses and took a breath, hoping that he didn't disturb Mr. Wen.

It is not that Mr. Wen has never had a cold before, but as a strong and proud man, Mr. Wen used to catch a cold the same as usual, and even became more irritable because of his illness. He acted vigorously and quickly, almost scaring away the cold.

Mr. Wen, who caught a cold this time, was very unusual. He had to deliver meals, medicine to his mouth, and massage.

He is very familiar with this appearance, his son who has just turned four years old does this.

"It seems that Yalan really can't do without you for a while." Lin Yunqing poked his forehead with her fingertips, "During the meal, Assistant Zhou came in twice. I think he looks like a boss, and you are just a part-time worker." .”

Seeing Wen Zhuo's slightly relaxed expression, he sighed in his heart. During the lunch break, Wen Zhuo never stopped working, and he still had a fever and a headache.

Alas, he must be using work to numb his longing for Bai Yueguang.

"There is a tricky project recently." Wen Zhuo patted the back of his hand, "Work hard, don't be lazy."

"Go, go, go."

After Lin Yunqing pressed the button for him for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, she urged Wen Zhuo to take a nap in the lounge before he picked up his lunch bag and left.

I have to say that he is quite competent as a life assistant.

After Wen Zhuo woke up, he felt much better, and his head didn't hurt anymore.

He raised his hand to touch his forehead, and he could still recall the feeling of Lin Yunqing's warm and cool fingertips resting on it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He picked up his phone to check the time, slept for half an hour, and saw the message reminder on the top of the phone.

"Mr. Wen, do you want to come over on the 29th of this month?"

Seeing this news, Wen Zhuo's originally relaxed mood seemed to be wrapped in a heavy iron block, slowly sinking into the endless gray seabed.

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and his eyes were deep.

"Yes."

-

Through sharing weal and woe this time, although it was Wen Zhuo's unilateral hardship, Lin Yunqing felt that his relationship with Wen Zhuo should be pretty good.

Although Wen Zhuo's cold has healed, what Lin Yunqing couldn't understand was that Wen Zhuo left behind a sequelae, and he had to help dry his hair every day.

However, this just proves that the relationship between the two has gradually improved. After all, at the beginning, Mr. Wen Ba was afraid that they would have contact beyond the social distance.

But one day, Lin Yunqing once again felt the crisis of his career.

At night, he took the initiative to knock on Wen Zhuo's door: "Are you there? I'm coming in."

Lin Yunqing stood outside the door for a while, but didn't get a reply. Maybe Wen Zhuo was still taking a shower. He came back late today, and he didn't eat dinner at home, so he probably worked overtime again.

Classmate Lin, who spent most of his working hours every day, sympathized with Mr. Wen for a second.

He pushed open the door and walked in, suddenly finding himself in darkness.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains blocked the moonlight outside the window tightly, preventing any light from passing through.

The temperature of the air conditioner was adjusted very low, and just as the door was opened, the cold air rushed towards my face, as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

For a moment, he thought he was opening any door of Doraemon, and inside the door was the polar region of polar night.

"Wen Zhuo?" He called softly.

Still no reply.

After his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, he saw the person lying on the bed.

Wen Zhuo's whole body fell into the soft quilt, his face was pressed against the pillow, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was an aura of "don't get close to anyone, don't disturb, don't bother me".

This behavior was so abnormal that Lin Yunqing didn't know how to deal with it for a while.Are you sick again?

"Are you going to dry your hair today?" he asked in a low voice.

Wen Zhuo replied in a muffled voice: "No, you go out."

is awake.Lin Yunqing looked at him probingly, stood for a while, and then closed the door when he realized that he really didn't intend to talk to her.

What motivates this?

Lin Yunqing couldn't figure it out, so she had to go back to her room and continue to review.

I hope it will be back to normal tomorrow, the boss can be self-willed, it doesn't matter.

Before going to sleep, he lay on the bed and turned over several times, finally took the mobile phone from the bedside, opened the V letter, and poked open Lu Caishen's head.

"Mr. Lu, did Mr. Wen go out for a drink today?"

Lu Cai recovered quickly, "I don't know, what's wrong?"

Lin Yunqing didn't know how to answer, could it be that he thought Wen Zhuo was strange?

Just as he was thinking, Lu Cai started talking to himself.

"Let me check the time. It's the end of April. Did Brother Wen do something?"

"Is he depressed and doesn't talk to you anymore?"

Lin Yunqing: ...As expected, you are asking the right person.

"Since he recovered from the car accident, he has been like this every year, oh no, just last year, at the end of April last year. The doctor said it was his own expression of dispelling negative emotions. Don't bother him. Anyway, if you bother him, he will ignore you."

Lin Yunqing: "Why is it the end of April? Does this time have any special meaning?"

"I'm not sure either. We have speculated before, for example, when Shu Qing went to country M, when Shu Qing won an international award for the first time, and for example, Shu Qing's birthday is August, and Wen Zhuo's birthday is October. In February, eight plus four equals twelve."

Lin Yunqing: ...he should have asked the wrong person, after all, this group of people thought that the warm Bai Yueguang was Shu Qing.This news is not reliable for him.

Putting down his phone, he looked towards the window, and the clear moonlight shone in, faintly and quietly.

Lu Cai's thinking may be right, Bai Yueguang should be the only one who can affect Wen Zhuo's emotions, especially make him fall into negative emotions.

So what does the end of April have to do with Bai Yueguang?

With doubts, Lin Yunqing fell asleep.

The next day, Sunday, as usual, he would sleep in for a while before getting up, because this day Wen Zhuo would get up early and have breakfast, then go into the mysterious room, and usually would not come out until lunch time.

Since Wen Zhuo got up early, he usually cooks breakfast on this day.

Thinking of the abnormal warmth last night, Lin Yunqing got up much earlier. When he walked to the living room, he found that the French windows in the living room were still closed, the lights were not on, and the curtains were still hanging in front of the window, leaving only a gap, a little sunlight coming through. The gap came in, so that the whole space would not be plunged into darkness.

Is Wen Zhuo still awake?

He was a little puzzled, and walked towards the window. When passing by the sofa, he suddenly found the person sitting on the sofa.

Wen Zhuo didn't seem to notice his arrival, and looked at the window in a daze, his whole body seemed to blend in with the darkness of the room.

"Good morning." Lin Yunqing greeted softly.

Wen Zhuo looked back at him slowly, then turned his head away again without speaking.

It doesn't look like it's back to normal.

"Have you had breakfast?" Lin Yunqing walked to the kitchen and looked at the empty dining table.

Looks like it hasn't been eaten yet.

"I'm going out today." A warm and cold voice came from the living room lightly.

"Business trip?" Lin Yunqing walked up to him with a milk carton in his mouth.

Wen Zhuo turned his head, not looking at him: "No."

Lin Yunqing looked at his averted eyes, and took a sip of milk. Did Wen Zhuo not look at his face since last night?

What does this mean?Explain that it has something to do with Bai Yueguang, because he looks like Bai Yueguang.

Lin Yunqing suddenly remembered that she was still a stand-in.

Then he saw Wen Zhuo got up from the sofa and walked out the door.

Lin Yunqing hurriedly followed: "I'm going to ask for leave tomorrow to go back to school."

"Got it." The answering voice was still emotionless, almost indifferent, just like his expression.

"Are you coming back today?" Lin Yunqing still couldn't hold back and asked.

"No return." Wen Zhuo walked to the elevator and pressed the elevator button on his own.

"Are you free tomorrow? I..." Lin Yunqing opened his mouth, but his words were interrupted before he could speak.

"No time." Wen Zhuo turned and entered the elevator.

Lin Yunqing looked at the slowly closing elevator door, and the number on the floor display gradually became smaller.

He murmured: "I will take graduation photos tomorrow, do you want to come..."

People who were fine a few days ago became so indifferent today. Although it might be because of Bai Yueguang, Lin Yunqing still felt a little wronged.

It was useless to blow his hair for so many days, and I will never help him blow it again.

What the hell is going on?

Until the evening, he didn't know the answer, because Wen Zhuo really didn't come back.

Early the next morning, Lin Yunqing glanced at Wen Zhuo's tightly closed door, pursed the corners of her mouth, lowered her eyes, and ate bread in small bites.It is very uncomfortable to be treated coldly for no reason.

After all, he was still angry.But Lin Yunqing didn't have time to dispel his negative emotions, because he had to rush to school.

Having experienced a college graduation in the previous world, he knows that taking graduation photos is not an easy task.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the sun was already a little bit hot. On the way from the subway station to the school gate, there were dense crowds along the way. Vendors selling flowers and balloons, as well as students' relatives and friends were all crowded on the side of the road, noisy, and he couldn't help feeling irritable. stand up.

He came out in a formal suit, with a neatly tied tie and a neckline tied around his neck. The weather was very hot, and his shirt was sticking to his body, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Lin Yunqing passed through the crowd and hurried to the dormitory.

Before he entered the door, he knew how messy it was inside.

The door was full of things, and several parents and boys stood at the door.

He opened the door and walked in. The dormitory was indeed a mess, and the small space was crowded with people.A few unfamiliar faces greeted him: "This is student Yunqing, right? Why did you come here so late?"

"Did you come here alone? Where are your parents?"

"It's hot outside, drink some water."

"Your clothes are nice, spirit!"

"I heard from my family member that your family is also in Xiacheng, and your father is Li Fugang, right? I had a drink with him once before, why didn't you come over today?"

All kinds of voices flooded into his ears together, making him dizzy.

Both local roommates are back, along with their relatives and friends, and they are huddled in front of the balcony mirror and spraying hairspray.

The pungent fragrance of the hairspray mixed with various smells in the dormitory, making people's noses hurt.

Lin Yunqing raised the corners of his mouth, his expression was gentle, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he squeezed to his desk, his eyes searched on the bookcase.

His desk was full of things, and all kinds of plastic bags and clothes were not his.

Finally, he found the bag containing the academic gown from under the table.

"Sorry, I'm going to the square first." He grabbed the bag and hurried out.

I can still hear the sharp and mean voice of roommate Wu Xian: "He is different now, how can he talk to you, he doesn't even look down on his father."

Lin Yunqing came to the bathroom of the teaching building, took out her bachelor's uniform and put it on in front of the mirror.

As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he was surrounded by several people.

He raised his eyes and glanced around, except for Liu Chun who he met in the meeting hall that day, they were all unfamiliar faces, except for Liu Chun, no one else was wearing a bachelor's uniform.

"Oh, isn't this Yunqing?" Liu Chun hooked his shoulders with a smile, and his tone was stagnant, "Why didn't your boss accompany you here today, such an important day."

Lin Yunqing pushed away her hand and walked forward with a cold face.

"Don't go, it's rare to see you once, let's catch up." Several people surrounded and followed.

"Liu Chun, can I touch you? My body and mind belong to the big boss." After saying that, several people burst into laughter.

The surrounding eyes also fell on Lin Yunqing.

"It's my fault." Liu Chun raised his hands, "I don't dare to rob someone from the big boss, after all, I have no money and can't afford it."

"You can't even afford that shirt with your monthly salary hahahaha."

"It's great to have money. You see how optimistic our Yunqing is now. If he graduates later, he must be the school grass."

"Ah, I really want to be taken care of by the big boss, I don't want to work hard anymore."

"Stop flirting. If you want to hug, you're hugging a rich woman's thigh. Hugging a man is disgusting to you."

"Hahahaha, maybe the rich woman doesn't give enough."

Hearing the louder and louder laughter from behind, as well as the eyes gradually gathering on her, Lin Yunqing tightly grasped the bag in her hand.

The scorching gaze and the whispered discussion seemed to want to strip him of his clothes so that he could see something.

Lin Yunqing bit his lip and walked alone in the crowd. This time he didn't have to squeeze, because people who saw him in the square would automatically disperse to both sides to make way for him, but their probing eyes followed him everywhere.

He came to a remote pavilion, sat down, and took out his mobile phone.He wanted to ask what happened, but he didn't know who to ask.

He didn't know what happened until he entered the school forum.

"A new direction of employment, no restrictions on majors and education, annual salary of one million, no need for 996, do you envy this student's employment?"

This hot post has been on the homepage of the forum since last night, and has been followed thousands of times.

At the beginning of the post, I first talked about the difficulty of finding a job for graduates, especially for students from schools like theirs, who are used as denominators and cannon fodder when recruiting, and then changed the subject, and directly released a headshot Mosaic photo.

Lin Yunqing pursed her lips, this is his photo.

The poster started to analyze this photo from head to toe, first the price of the clothes, then the price of the luxury car next to the person, and finally the club that ordinary people cannot enter.

"This friend who is going to the pinnacle of life is our alumni. This year's graduates were working in convenience stores a few months ago."

The landlord's words immediately aroused people's enthusiasm for eating melons.

In the end, the poster posted a photo of two people hugging each other in front of a luxury car.

Lin Yunqing took a closer look. It was the scene of him helping Wen Zhuo, who was drunk, into the car. In fact, he just helped him lightly, but because of the special shooting angle, it looked like they were hugging each other.

Afterwards, students continued to follow up and gradually figured out that this was Lin Yunqing from the School of History.Others then posted photos of him in and out of high-end shopping malls and restaurants.

Some alumni from the same community even broke the news.

"Li Fugang's family went on a trip this month, and Lin Yunqing had to stay at home because of his graduation, but he never went back to the community this month, and even cheated 2 yuan from his stepmother, saying it was living expenses. As for where is he? Live, it’s a matter of opinion.”

"This stepmother is really miserable. Living expenses are [-] a month. Is this the world of the rich?"

"Laughing, people don't look down on 2 yuan now, and the suit on him is more than [-] yuan."

"Fuck! Is the rich woman here? Hungry and hungry."

"In that clubhouse, the part-time salary is also very high. A friend of mine worked there before. One night, when he saw classmate Lin, he happily went to say hello to him. As a result, classmate Lin turned around and told the benefactor that my friend called He, my friend was fired on the spot :)"

"The fist is hard, this is too cheap."

"No, why would he do that?"

"I'm afraid that if others say it, he will hold the patron's thigh, dare to do it but not admit it :)"

"Update, I just saw him in the square and came back to take graduation photos, but no one is with him, no big boss, and his parents are not here."

"I saw that he still went to the bathroom to change his clothes. I laughed to death. Is this because I am afraid that others will see something?"

"He wants to guard his body like a jade for the gold master~"

Lin Yunqing looked blankly