Chapter 33: A photo of Song Mingjiao wearing a women's skirt
Even after arriving at the home furnishing mall, Zhang Xuanzhan still hadn't recovered from this statement that was packed with information.
Song Mingjiao was humming a song softly, with his hands behind his back, jumping around to look at the sample beds. He seemed to be in a good mood. At least, Song Mingjiao was not affected by the meeting with Mo Qinan just now.
To be fair, Song Mingjiao's huge villa is naturally not short of spacious rooms and large beds, but what it lacks is a sense of ritual.
The shopping guide was smilingly welcoming Song Mingjiao and introducing the products:
"Which bed would you like to see? This one is our bestseller. The backrest is made of genuine leather and is incredibly soft. It also has adjustable height, making it perfect for office workers."
Song Mingjiao looked young, with a very youthful and innocent face, while Zhang Xuanzhan, who followed behind him, looked like an urban elite. The shopping guide even thought they were brothers.
"Is there a bed that's full of fun?" Song Mingjiao said with innocent eyes.
"Ah?" The shopping guide didn't react for a moment.
Zhang Xuanzhan, who was following behind Song Mingjiao, finally recovered from his shock, loss, and bitterness. He took two steps forward and whispered to the salesperson, "It's that kind of, um, slightly more interesting."
The shopping guide glanced to the left at Song Mingjiao's innocent face, then glanced to the right at Zhang Xuanzhan's serious face, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, she was highly professional and quickly adjusted her expression. She said, "Yes, yes. We don't usually carry this kind of style in our store, so please follow me to the VIP area."
"It's not me and him. You might have misunderstood. He is my boss."
Zhang Xuanzhan looked at the salesperson's expert expression and explained with a bit of heartache. He felt even more sad when he thought about how he had no share in the bed and how he was being misunderstood.
As a result, Zhang Xuanzhan's words made the shopping guide think that he had seen the secrets of the wealthy family. He immediately looked at the two people with a look of determination to keep it secret and said, "I understand, Boss, I understand, I understand."
No, you don't understand.
But Zhang Xuanzhan didn't want to explain anymore.
He turned around and saw Song Mingjiao smiling at him, feeling mixed emotions.
Song Mingjiao no longer cared about Zhang Xuanzhan's mental journey and began to concentrate on choosing a bed.
"Well, this rose won't do. It's too old-fashioned."
"Lie down on this, ugh, it's shaking too much!"
"Water bed? That's interesting. Zhang Xuanzhan, make a note of this."
Zhang Xuanzhan followed Song Mingjiao closely, watching him obviously fantasize about some content that could not be broadcast. Sometimes Zhang Xuanzhan even lost his professionalism and began to daydream.
Song Mingjiao called out several times but got no response from Zhang Xuanzhan. He frowned slightly in dissatisfaction and turned around to look at him: "What's wrong with you?"
The shopping guide was far away, looking up information for the size question Song Mingjiao had just raised.
Zhang Xuanzhan endured it again and again, clutching the notebook in his hand, and finally asked, "Mr. Song, why did you choose Li Yuanhua? Is it because I haven't done well enough?"
Zhang Xuanzhan's eyes were filled with hardship, pain and depression.
However, within a short period of time, the relationships around Song Mingjiao had undergone a drastic change. He had clearly been working diligently for Mr. Song, and had dealt with Mo Qinnan, whom Mr. Song disliked, cleanly. He thought that by completing this task, he would be able to gain Song Mingjiao's favor.
No, you can't say that.
To be precise, after Zhang Xuanzhan came back, he did receive praise from Song Mingjiao, but that was limited to the praise between a superior and a subordinate.
Zhang Xuanzhan is greedy and he wants more.
Especially when he knew that Li Yuanhua, who was once in the same position as him, had transformed himself and could actually climb into Mr. Song's bed. Even if this was just a pie in the sky that Mr. Song painted for Li Yuanhua, he didn't even have such a pie!
Song Mingjiao's expression gradually faded. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Xuanzhan without any sadness or joy. His voice was very soft, and no emotion could be heard:
"Zhang Xuanzhan, I remember I warned you a long time ago to do your own part. As for who I want to choose, that's my right, and you have no right to interfere."
Zhang Xuanzhan's face turned pale.
Song Mingjiao had always treated this small world journey as a game, and the system had forced him to have a scumbag male protagonist. Song Mingjiao was very aware of his own charm. Everyone around him had some unspeakable feelings for him, and he knew it all, but that didn't mean Song Mingjiao intended to satisfy everyone.
Song Mingjiao didn't even want the target that the system forced on him. He only wanted to choose someone he was interested in, that's all.
Song Mingjiao finished his words and ignored the distraught Zhang Xuanzhan. He already had a bed in mind, and he had discussed the details with the salesperson. He had it custom-made and then delivered to his villa.
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The system's report on Song Mingjiao's character's collapse gradually increased. Song Mingjiao could clearly feel that the world's rejection of him was becoming increasingly deep. It was likely that it would not be long before the rejection reached 100%, and then he would be squeezed out of this world.
I just don’t know what the difference is between passively leaving the world and actively leaving the world after completing a task?
Song Mingjiao was a little curious and even eager to try it.
He didn't know how much longer he could stay in this world. Because Song Mingjiao had taken a different approach to completing the mission, brutally and quickly driving the target to the bottom, directly breaking the mission line, the time Song Mingjiao actually spent was far lower than the average time.
Song Mingjiao's identity in this world is still the president. Although he does not have much energy to do anything for this group, it is unknown whether the existence of this group will be affected after he leaves.
However, Song Mingjiao still wanted to do something for the company under his name.
While waiting for the custom-made bed, Song Mingjiao changed his usual lazy nature and basically went to the company on time every day to attend meetings, listen to reports, or discuss resources with partners.
Thanks to the huge increase in popularity brought about by Song Mingjiao's participation in a variety show some time ago, the group also changed its previous mysterious style, gradually caught up with the trend of the Internet era, gained a group of company fans, and its overall development is thriving.
Inspired by Dr. Xu Xi, who appeared on the show, Song Mingjiao led his team in recruiting a group of fresh talent, injecting youth into the company and generously offering high salaries. Someone posted these offers online, and the group's reputation among many people grew even stronger, earning it the nickname "dream company."
At the same time, Song Mingjiao, who had not appeared in public since the end of the variety show, finally opened an official Chaobo account and live broadcast platform account.
Originally, fans could only "bite old food" with tears in their eyes, replaying the clips that they had watched over and over again, and rewatching them frame by frame, lamenting the tragic situation of the variety show limited young master, which had a lot of high-quality food but little overall food.
Suddenly, their real boss actually fulfilled the promise he made on the day of the show’s premiere – he opened an official platform account for them.
As if a long-awaited rain had finally arrived, all the fans quickly followed Song Mingjiao's account.
As a result, Song Mingjiao's account saw a rapid increase in followers within a few days of opening, becoming the fastest-growing and most interactive account in recent years. Some people, who weren't particularly keen on the show, even thought it was some young celebrity buying followers to build momentum for their upcoming debut.
Song Mingjiao took a selfie with his phone. He'd learned a new term these days: "Nine-grid Grid." He'd heard it was a way to pamper fans, so he put together nine pictures as his first post, captioned:
Thank you for your support.
Among these pictures, some are of him sitting in front of an antique mahogany desk, with his head down, carefully reviewing documents.
[I've also had a close-up look at the CEO's office!]
[President, next time I submit my resume to your company, can I also write "I participated in the construction of a project with tens of millions of fans across the entire network"?]
Some of the photos are obviously taken by Song Mingjiao himself with his mobile phone.
When he takes selfies, he is different from being relaxed in front of the live camera. You can even see a slight shyness. He covers half of his mouth with one hand, his hair flutters in the wind, and he looks at the camera with a smile in his eyes.
[So beautiful, such a close-up beauty attack, I must make it my desktop wallpaper and never change it for a hundred years!]
[Holmes is online. Is there a reflection of another man's hand in the background? Baby, who's in your room?]
Song Mingjiao's Weibo also occasionally shows various promotional videos of his own products, which are shot more carefully than blockbuster movies, and it is obvious that a huge amount of money has been spent on them.
Even passers-by were attracted.
[A passerby thought it was beautiful and paid attention to it.]
[A passerby was so sincere and supported me.]
[Uh, I took a look and saw that your company has so many products that I can't afford. Ignore what I said above.]
Song Mingjiao gradually found fun in this online business. No wonder so many people want to break into the entertainment industry.
However, Song Mingjiao only regarded this as a way to relax in his spare time and did not spend too much energy on it.
The manufacturers in the home furnishing mall were very helpful. It didn’t take long for Song Mingjiao to receive the large bed with a great sense of design that he had personally selected.
These days, although the "good morning" and "good night" every morning and evening have not decreased, the frequency of He Wang's initiative to chat with Song Mingjiao has obviously decreased, and sometimes, he even feels a bit embarrassed that he can't find any topics to talk about.
Song Mingjiao knew that He Wang was still preparing himself mentally and didn't know how to deal with the condition he proposed. However, Song Mingjiao didn't intend to care.
On the contrary, Li Yuanhua has been inseparable from Song Mingjiao these days.
Sometimes, when Song Mingjiao turned to look at Li Yuanhua, he could see the eager desire in his deep black eyes.
Sometimes, Song Mingjiao would even feel dazed and think that it was another person, the one who had once looked at him with such eyes, the great actor He.
They are so similar.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Thinking of you, Master."
"Don't look!"
"Sorry, Master, my eyes are not under my control."
Song Mingjiao was too lazy to care anymore and tried to ask the system: "Is it possible that the same soul exists in your small world?"
[? Host, what are you talking about? Are you planning to do something to the hero again?]
Song Mingjiao was speechless: "The heart of a villain."
He didn't want to waste his energy delving into this situation, and simply considered it possible that He Wang and Li Yuanhua were just similar. With so many people in the world, it wasn't a big deal.
Song Mingjiao took out his cell phone and turned to the chat box. In fact, he rarely took the initiative to send messages to He Wang or Li Yuanhua. Except for the occasional order, it was the other party who took the initiative to contact him.
He Wang, in particular, had to constantly coax the young master. He couldn't miss the daily check-in, had to report his itinerary to the young master, and had to post content on his Moments that only the young master could see.
Song Mingjiao thought that He Wang's behavior was barely qualified, so he decided to give them a special opening for this assessment.
He went to the closet and picked for a long time. He didn't know who had secretly added some clothes to the young master's closet that he would not wear.
For example, now, Song Mingjiao dug out a pair of fishnet stockings from the deepest part of his closet, looked at them, and curled his lips. Then he dug out a cheongsam with a slit to the waist, turned it around twice in front of him, and curled his lips again.
After choosing for a long time and trying several pieces in front of the mirror, Song Mingjiao's eyes lit up. She decided on a special piece of clothing and took out her cell phone.
The clicking sound of cameras echoed in the empty room, and also brought out the system that was so angry that it couldn't bear to face the truth.
[Host! In all my years in this industry, I've never seen a host behave so outrageously like you!]
"Oh, you're going to see it today."
[What are you trying to do? It's fine if you kill the hero, but this is a serious system mission, no messing around! Stop those dangerous thoughts in your head!]
"Really? I think it's much more logical than your main storyline's inferiority complex quest. At least now everyone is willing, right?"
The system was in a state of panic, its three views had been shattered, but it had no way and no ability to stop Song Mingjiao. It could only watch the host's behavior, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and could not be pulled back at all.
"Remember to turn on the shield."
Song Mingjiao was editing pictures in a good mood and notifying the system at the same time.
The system is already numb.
How long do you want to keep the shield on?
"Well, I don't know about that. Can you drive a little longer?"
The system sneered.
Song Mingjiao had already happily edited the pictures and text, and tapped the screen with his fingertips to send them.
“Done!”
Not long after, He Wang, who was at home, received a message from Song Mingjiao.
He was stunned for a moment. When he saw Song Mingjiao's name appear on the mobile phone screen, He Wang was a little bit unbelieving for a moment.
He immediately put down his work, unlocked the screen and checked the message. But as soon as he clicked into the chat box, He Wang's breath stopped.
——It was a photo, a photo of Song Mingjiao wearing a women’s skirt.
"He Wang, the crew has handed you this script again. It's quite good and looks like it's aiming for an international award. Would you like to take a look?"
The agent's words came from a distance, but He Wang could no longer hear them.
"No, don't come to me today."
"Hey! You."
The agent watched as He Wang became fascinated again, tapping on his phone. Without thinking, he knew who he was chatting with. He rolled his eyes speechlessly, muttered quietly, "He's hopeless at loving others," and then left with the information.
He Wang didn't notice his agent's movements at all. His eyes were all focused on the screen of his mobile phone, on the photo that occupied the entire screen.
The photo Song Mingjiao sent showed him kneeling on a large, luxurious bed, a bed that looked unfamiliar to him. But He Wang had no interest in looking at the bed at the moment. All he saw was Song Mingjiao wearing a light purple silk nightgown, the fabric very smooth and soft, the hem of the skirt dragging on the bed.
The skirt is a bit loose and has a suspender design. A thin, long ribbon hangs on Song Mingjiao's shoulders. The purple suspenders and white shoulders form a sharp contrast.
Song Mingjiao wore loose clothes, revealing her collarbone. The front of the skirt was a deep V design, and you could even vaguely see the scenery below.
After all, the skirt is women's clothing, and Song Mingjiao is not short, so when he puts it on, it can even reveal his entire thigh.
He didn't wear socks, but instead wore a leg ring at the base of his thigh. It was very similar to the leg ring that Song Mingjiao wore on the first day of the variety show, except that it had a few more metal decorative designs.
The leg rings are a bit tight, and you can see in the photos that there is a circle of flesh around the leg rings, and the edges that are pressed are a bit red.
He Wang held his breath, unwilling to move his eyes away, and it took him a while to see the text message sent by Song Mingjiao.
[MOON: I just picked out a big bed. Does it look good?]
[HW: It looks good. Everything you wear looks good.]
[MOON: ...I was talking about the bed.]
[HW: They all look good. Then... can I try this bed?]
[MOON: Hmm.]
According to He Wang's understanding of Song Mingjiao, this means tacit consent.
His breathing became heavier. Without caring about anything else, he immediately grabbed the car keys on the table and drove to Song Mingjiao's villa without looking back.
On Song Mingjiao's side, this conversation was not just between him and He Wang.
The same photo and the same text message were sent to Li Yuanhua. Song Mingjiao was even too lazy to take a second photo from a different angle.
One photo attracts two people, and each of them thinks that it is a special treatment for him or her, and each of them thinks that he or she has the exclusive possession of the treasure.
Perfect!
After all, Li Yuanhua also lived in the villa, so he was close and could arrive quickly. Almost immediately after Song Mingjiao put down his phone, someone knocked on his bedroom door again.
Li Yuanhua entered the young master's bedroom again. He hadn't been here for a long time. For some reason, after the variety show ended, the young master no longer allowed him to enter the room.
So this time, Li Yuanhua was very surprised when he saw the drastically changed master bedroom and the big bed in the middle that was obviously several times larger.
Of course, what surprised Li Yuanhua even more, and even made his blood boil, and he couldn't help but cover his nose, fearing that he would make a fool of himself, was Song Mingjiao, who was kneeling in the middle of the bed.
Li Yuanhua didn't dare to speak, not wanting to disturb Song Mingjiao. He just closed the door silently, walked to the bed, and stared at Song Mingjiao with a strong gaze without moving for a moment.
Not long after, He Wang, who had almost stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, finally arrived at the villa.
When he pushed the door open breathlessly, the first thing he saw was the bed in the middle of the room that he had just seen in the photo, and then he noticed that there was already another person in the room.
He Wang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally stepped into the room.
Song Mingjiao was adjusting the straps on her shoulders. This dress was nice, but a bit troublesome because it fell off easily.
He didn't look up, but just beckoned and said, "Come here and hug me."
The next second, an extremely familiar embrace came over, and He Wang held Song Mingjiao's waist. His palms kept stroking his slender waist back and forth through the soft fabric.
He Wang ignored the bodyguard's eager gaze on the person in his arms. He knew Song Mingjiao was doing it on purpose, and that it was a test. He could pretend he saw nothing, and he was confident the other party wouldn't be able to snatch it from him.
Song Mingjiao's waist softened, and the suspenders that he had carefully crocheted just now were messed up again, becoming loose and falling from his shoulders.
He heard the man's breath in his ears: "Baby, you look very good in this outfit."
The photo is not enough to show one tenth of Song Mingjiao's beauty this time, only when He Wang sees him in person up close.
The hazy moonlight sprinkled on this light purple pajamas, as holy as an elf, and as alluring as a fairy. That's why it seduced He Wang to sink into it and accept the existence of another person in the room.
"Master, your leg rings are making you red. Can I take them off for you?"
Song Mingjiao closed his eyes, leaned lazily in He Wang's arms, and said "hmm" casually.
Just after this "hmm", He Wang suddenly exerted force with his arms around his waist, hugged Song Mingjiao tighter, and then kissed him suddenly. One could even hear his heavy breathing.
Song Mingjiao closed her eyes, changed her position, lay in He Wang's arms, and stretched out her legs.
From beginning to end, he did not open his eyes. He only felt a pair of rough big hands touching his thighs and gently taking off the leg ring.
Then, the rough fingertips stroked back and forth again on the red mark that had been pressed by the leg ring.
The kiss that Song Mingjiao received on her lips was more intense than any other kiss a man had ever given her. The man remained silent, his face calm, as if showing no sign of dissatisfaction at all.
But Song Mingjiao could feel the force pressing against his lips, with a bit of suppressed release, so he held the lip beads in his mouth and kept biting them.
"It's already red."
I don't know whose voice it is, but it's hoarse.
Song Mingjiao said "hmm" again, and this time there was a hint of laziness in the ending tone. It was unclear who he was responding to.
The bed began to shake. Song Mingjiao had a custom-made bed this time. It was as soft as velvet, and even had some slightly erotic designs.
It is very wide and can accommodate the entire moonlight.
He hadn't opened his eyes since Song Mingjiao started giving orders, ordering the man to hold him. It was only at this moment that he heard a "ripping" sound.
"My skirt was torn."
Song Mingjiao's voice was a little breathless, and he complained with a slight dissatisfaction.
"I'll give you another one as compensation. Wear it one more time, just for me to see, okay?"
It was a man's low and hoarse voice.
Song Mingjiao laughed and stretched out his hand as if for a hug.
Naturally, some people would be quick to allow those thin, white arms to rest around their necks.
"It depends on the performance."
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