Marry a rich and powerful man after wearing women's clothes

Inside the VIP ward.

Qiangzi stood obediently several meters away from the bed, not daring to take a breath. After the medical staff checked and changed the dressing and left, he took a deep breath and said, "Ma'am, she..."

Unexpectedly, he said the wrong thing when he opened his mouth, and he almost bit his tongue in fright.

He hurriedly shut up, and looked at the person on the hospital bed in panic. As expected, those black eyes that seemed to have been frozen were looking at him quietly.

Qiangzi suddenly felt chills down his spine, and had the illusion that he was about to go in to accompany the kidnappers.

Hearing that those people got special care inside, Dawei also brought in two concierge staff to take care of them more carefully.

Whether it was a detention center or not, the conditions were hard to describe. He didn't want to go in and experience life just yet.

Qiangzi thought for a while, and changed his address: "That gentleman... just moved into a tube building two days ago. The residence is not far from the school. It's not safe because the residents are mixed."

The man on the hospital bed moved his fingers, and withdrew his cold gaze.

Qiangzi continued to report: "That gentleman seems to be very short of money. He sold the only valuable handbag on his body, and his food and clothing are not very good. He hasn't changed his clothes for several days."

It's no wonder that he pays attention to the details of whether he changed his clothes or not. In the past, the clothes of that person were not the same every day, and they were bright and bright, as if they would glow.

Now the face is still the same face, but much simpler.

The man didn't react when he heard these words, his eyes were lowered, his expressionless face was as cold and serious as before.

However, there was an unignorable silence and decadence all over his body. Anyone who saw it would know that this person was in a bad mood.

What's more, after watching too much, I can see the loneliness and pity of being abandoned.

Qiangzi only dared to think in his heart, but did not dare to speak out.

Silence for a while.

The man on the bed finally raised his head slowly, his brows were slightly frowned, showing a bit of impatience.

"photo."

The two words are deep and powerful, full of terrifying deterrent force.

Qiangzi shrank his neck, almost forgot about it, and quickly grinned flatteringly: "Yes, yes...I'll send it to you right away!"

The phone "buzzed" and vibrated twice, and soon received three photos.

The first photo was taken at an ordinary bus stop on the side of the road. The distance was relatively far, and the face could not be seen clearly. Only the slender figure of the person was hidden by the waiting crowd, and the short hair that was particularly conspicuous.

The person in the second photo has just walked out of a store in a shopping mall. The pink bag that was inconsistent with what he was wearing is gone. He is carrying a black backpack, and there is a faint worry on his brows.

The last one is the picture of this person holding a blue plastic basin and about to enter the tube building. This time the photo was taken from a closer angle, and finally he could clearly see the familiar but not so familiar face.

The still fair little face, the slightly raised eyebrows and the slightly raised corners of the mouth seemed to be in a good mood.

Sheng Purlin lowered his gaze to these photos of life-like scenes, and he did not know how long he looked at them.

He didn't move his lips slightly until the emotions accumulated in his heart became more complex and turbulent, and were about to gushe out uncontrollably, and his voice was faint and powerless.

"You go out first."

The two bodyguards in the room waited for this sentence, and when they heard the order, they slipped away very quickly, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Only myself was left in the ward, and Sheng Jin didn't need to hide his emotions anymore.

He raised his head dejectedly, leaned half of his body against the pale wall behind him, closed his eyes, and let the depression in his heart overflow wantonly.

……

Are they all fake?

From beginning to end, she lied to me.

Wrong, it wasn't her, it was actually him.

There is such an absurd and ridiculous thing, the majestic Patriarch, can't even tell whether the person next to his pillow is a man or a woman.

I don't blame myself for being the laughing stock of other people's gossip. Even if I hear such absurd stories, I can't help but laugh.

But now when I repeatedly recall the past, the ridicule does not occupy the most. What is crowded in my heart is actually the pain of being fooled and deceived that I have been unwilling to admit so far.

It doesn't matter if a heart is manipulated by others, he is willing, but in the end this heart is crushed and discarded.

And those who do all this have already been relaxed and happy, and quickly move into a new life.

He didn't seem to care at all.

Unknowingly, the pain in the ribs gradually spread to the chest, and the chest was pulled by waves of dull pain, and the breathing became rapid and chaotic.

Sheng Purlin clenched his fingers, and suddenly opened a recording that he had just obtained two days ago as if he was masochistic.

"... Don't worry, it's just a play. I will devote myself to playing... just an old man with no experience. He will definitely fall in love with me. Hehe, I will never fall in love with him, and I will never... ..."

The words were full of contempt and sarcasm, completely different from the usual soft and clear tone, but the voice was clear and recognizable, and it wasn't that person who couldn't do it if he wanted to deceive himself.

He doesn't love you, not at all.

...Don't be mean.

Gradually, the dark eyes that had lost their temperature gathered a thick blackness, and no more light could see through.

After a long time, Sheng Lin raised his heavy arms and deleted those three photos.

A night without dreams.

The iron bed creaked, and Li Yuan quickly opened his eyes.

Half a month after moving into the rental house, his biological clock has become extremely punctual, and even the bedtime problem of being unable to wake up in the morning has been cured without any medicine.

After all, as soon as you open your eyes now, you have to face survival issues such as rent and living expenses.

The future is still very long, and it is impossible to rely on handouts to make a living. Li Yuan has not accepted anyone's financial help so far, and plans to temporarily work part-time to make ends meet.

After Du Yiyi learned about it, she took the initiative to introduce him to many part-time jobs that can take care of her studies and be relatively easy.

Li Yuan chose two that he was more familiar with, one was to do illustration design for others, and the other was to be a painting model for students of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Part-time mannequins can get 400 yuan each time, and illustrations range from [-] to [-] yuan. Try to get more orders every month, and there should be no problem in maintaining basic living expenses.

Due to his good looks and easy to talk, and the fact that he comes from the mysterious Chinese painting department, there are quite a few students looking for him to be a mannequin recently. Last night, he received an invitation from a sister from the Academy of Fine Arts to be a sketch mannequin for them this afternoon.

He goes to school and works part-time every day, so he is in a hurry. Fortunately, Mr. Ding completely cares about his apprentices. He never cares about what they usually do. As long as he can report to the studio and hand in homework on time, Li Yuan can arrange his part-time work relatively flexibly. .

He doesn't want to delay his studies because of his part-time job. Recently, he goes to the studio earlier, thinking that he will do other things after finishing his homework, and he will feel more at ease.

After he sat on the stone steps of the studio door two times in a row and waited in a daze for the door to open, Mu Qiufeng threw him a key.

Strange to say, Mu Qiufeng seems to have a phobia of women.

Ever since Li Yuan returned to his boyish attire, he has never shown any strange behaviors such as taking the initiative to avoid being three meters away. After half a month, the way of conversation between the two has made a big breakthrough. It has developed from a previous sentence to a normal conversation. s level.

In recent days, the two have also gone to the cafeteria to have lunch together several times, which was unthinkable before.

After waking up, Li Yuan washed his face with clean water, changed into a T-shirt and jeans, and carried a simple black backpack on his back. He looked like a standard college student. When he went downstairs, he happened to bump into the landlady who was back from the morning market to buy vegetables. Say hello.

On the way to school, I bought a pancake and a bag of soy milk, and ate it while walking. When I arrived at the studio, I just finished drinking the soy milk in my hand, which has become an unshakable daily habit.

It is said that it takes 21 days to form a new habit, so it only takes 21 days to get used to forgetting a person.

Li Yuan didn't know, but every time he thought of that person, he would shake his head vigorously, or pinch himself hard.

At this moment, he had just finished sketching the outline of the lark with the pen in his hand, and he flitted through some fragments in his mind without disappointment. At the same time, he was also deeply worried.

But he didn't let his thoughts overflow, he shook his head habitually, patted his face, and returned to painting.

This investment lasted most of the morning, and he didn't even know when someone entered the studio and stood by his painting table.

It wasn't until he finished painting the bird's paws with colored ink that he raised his head, only then did he realize that there was an expressionless person beside him looking down at the painting.

Li Yuan was caught off guard for a moment, then subconsciously took half a step back.

Mu Qiufeng was quite tall, and his figure was as long as a strong bamboo. Although he was not burly and strong, his aura of arrogance was always invisibly oppressive.

In the past, Li Yuan was far away, and the feeling was not strong. Recently, the three-meter distance as a protective barrier was lost, but he was not used to it. Thinking about it, he moved to the table again, and moved the distance of 1.5 meters between the two of them.

After a long while, Mu Qiufeng had seen enough of the paintings here, and looked up at people with cold, cold eyes. After a few glances, he commented for the first time: "There is more than spirituality, the brushwork is immature, and more practice is needed."

"Ok?"

Li Yuan was emptying his mind at the side, raised his head when he heard this, and blinked blankly.

This is the first time Mu Qiufeng has commented on his paintings, something is not quite right.

Li Yuan was thinking about it secretly, and heard the person in front of him say softly: "There will be a calligraphy and painting exhibition next month, and Master asked us to cooperate with a bamboo and bird picture to participate in the exhibition."

It turned out to be like this, he said that this senior brother is not like a nosy person.

At this time, Mu Qiufeng looked at the birds in the painting, but the usually taciturn person couldn't help adding: "Why are your birds always so stupid."

Li Yuan shook his eyelids.

He himself doesn't understand why everyone who sees the birds in his pen can't help but comment on being stupid or stupid.For this reason, he specially picked a falcon to paint. He felt that the painting was majestic, but he showed it to his master. The master commented: "It's cute."

The senior sister commented: "This eagle is obediently waiting for the meal."

Li Yuan simply gave up struggling, just be stupid.

Mu Qiufeng didn't realize that there was nothing wrong with being stupid, he just sighed with emotion, and seeing the shrewd appearance of the little junior beside him with drooping eyelids and small eyes floating around, he comforted him very rarely: "It's better to have a different style than to be the same. "

The words are brief but comforting.

Li Yuan raised his eyes, and took a second look at this eccentric senior brother.

Stared at by a pair of beautiful eyes that were as clear as water, Mu Qiufeng's eyes were slightly condensed, and he immediately looked away without a trace.

Randomly fall somewhere else, look at the curtains and the table, anyway, no longer look at people.

"I'll draw you a picture of bamboo in ink in a while. You can draw birds directly on the picture. You can play freely first, and bring it to me in the afternoon."

"Oh." Li Yuan responded obediently. Suddenly, remembering the part-time job he promised to the senior sister of the Academy of Fine Arts in the afternoon, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Mu, can I show it to you tomorrow, I have something to do this afternoon."

Mu Qiufeng looked away, "What's the matter?"

"Hmm..." Facing Mu Qiufeng's stern eyes, Li Yuan didn't know how to speak, he hesitated for a long time.

Seeing this situation, Mu Qiufeng suddenly remembered Du Yiyi's noisy words in the studio from time to time, combined with some bits and pieces of gossip he heard, and asked directly: "You seem to be short of money recently? Are you going to work part-time this afternoon?"

Li Yuan nodded embarrassedly.

The sharp eyebrows could not help but tighten a little, Mu Qiufeng did not agree, but took out his mobile phone simply and rudely, "Part-time jobs are not good, how much do you need, is fifty thousand enough?"

"……what?"

Li Yuan was stunned by these words.

He knew that the two senior brothers and sisters were not short of money, and their family was not an ordinary family, but he was surprised when they asked for [-] yuan.And looking at Mu Qiufeng's serious expression, the money was intended to be given directly, not borrowed.

"I'll add you on WeChat and forward it to you." Mu Qiufeng bowed his head and opened WeChat, "Don't go to part-time jobs in the future, it will delay your studies."

He acted as if it was a matter of course, and he didn't think about embarrassing others.

In Mu Qiufeng's 25 years of life, he has never worried about money. His family has a big business, but he has no desire for material things. I have no other preferences.

And he has always been immersed in his own world, and he is very slow to the world, and even to emotions.

He didn't know why when he heard that the person in front of him was going to work part-time, he would act recklessly to give money directly, but he just didn't want to see him work too hard, or he wanted to see him as carefree as before .

For Mu Qiufeng's kindness, Li Yuan was stunned and shook his head without hesitation: "Thank you, senior brother, I'm okay for now."

The tone is soft, but the eyes are firm.

Seeing that his attitude was firm, Mu Qiufeng didn't try to persuade him any more, and he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only hold his phone tightly in a daze, feeling some strange regret in his heart.

"By the way, Brother Mu, I've been in the studio for so long, and I don't have your WeChat account yet. Let's add a friend."

Li Yuan called out his WeChat QR code and smiled gently.

Looking at this soft smile, the regret in Mu Qiufeng's heart suddenly disappeared.

After the conversation between the two, seeing that it was almost time for lunch, they went to the cafeteria together as usual.

On the tree-lined road, brilliant broken shadows cast by the sun passed over the shoulders of the two people, one high and one low, and occasionally said a few words, the picture was green and harmonious.

Not far away, two burly men were squatting behind a cluster of pruned round flowers and small trees, talking sneakily and in a low voice.

"Brother Qiang, didn't the boss say that we don't need to follow Madam anymore, why do we still come here every day?"

Qiangzi glanced at the simple-minded Ah Chao with disgust, "The boss didn't arrange any other jobs for us, or are you going to the detention center to accompany Dawei?"

A Chao shook his head again and again.

"That's right," Qiangzi raised his phone and adjusted the angle to take two photos, "According to my observation, the boss... tsk tsk..."

He didn't say it clearly, but he knew everything anyway.

Looking at the photo just taken, Qiangzi thought for a while, and then explained to Chao: "Look, it's fine for Madam to be alone a few days ago, we let the boss recuperate at ease, but look at these few days..." As he said that, he pointed his phone at A Chao, "If the boss figured it out one day, but found that his wife ran away with someone else, do you think we can have a good life?"

Thinking of that terrifying possibility, Ah Chao's spine suddenly shivered, "...Then send the photo to the boss?"

As soon as the words fell, two freshly released photos had already been sent to another person's mobile phone.

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The author has something to say:

Mu Qiufeng, it's not your fault that Yuan Yuan is so cute and likes him, but isn't 5 yuan too little?Mr. Sheng has 20 at hand, pay attention next time. (dog head)