Zhao Xiaoyue woke up in the evening.
Huddled in bed, curled up into a ball, eyes vacant and lifeless.
The pillow was soaked.
Situ Ming pushed open the door and entered, carrying a bowl of porridge. He turned on the light, and the whole room became dreamy and radiant.
"go out!"
The muffled commanding voice came from under the covers, and Situ Ming raised his handsome eyebrows.
I placed the porridge on the small table beside the bed, squatted down by the bed, and gently pulled back the blanket.
"If I were to tell anyone, you... Ninth Young Master?"
Situ Ming shook his head and chuckled, "When you're happy, you call me 'little brother' or 'Ming-ge,' but when you're unhappy, you call me by my full name. It makes me very sad!"
Zhao Xiaoyue wiped her face. "Stop joking around. I'm not in the mood to coax you! Go back if you're okay!"
"I'll go back after I finish my porridge."
He brought the bowl to Zhao Xiaoyue, scooped up a spoonful with one hand, and held it to her lips.
"I'll feed you, sweetie!"
“Situ Ming, I’m not a child, really.”
His earnestness bordered on indescribable coldness, like that of a weathered old man whose words were inexplicably piercing.
"I'm the head of the RL Group. I'll play along with you when I'm in a good mood, but I'm annoyed now. Please leave."
Situ Ming said helplessly, "I know you haven't eaten for a day and a night. I'll leave after you finish the porridge."
The spoon was held up.
"Open your mouth, quick, the porridge is getting cold, I've been cooking it for a long time."
Zhao Xiaoyue laughed in anger, "This is my private room. Didn't Hou Taotao tell you that I can't come in here?"
Situ Ming nodded. "Tao Ge said you are more important than the rules."
"I'll say it again, get out!" Zhao Xiaoyue said fiercely.
Just as Situ Ming was about to say something, the people at the comic convention outside couldn't stand it anymore.
He pushed the door open with a bang, and the heavy door swayed from side to side.
He strode in, stood by the bed with his hands on his hips, and pointed at Zhao Xiaoyue, "You, surnamed Zhao, don't be ungrateful. Do you want to become an immortal by not eating? Ha!"
"Look at you, you can't tell the difference between humans and ghosts. Even tofu pudding has brains, but you don't."
"Anime~ You...you insulted me~"
Zhao Xiaoyue's lips trembled, and she looked like she was about to cry. Situ Ming stepped forward and gently calmed her down, "President Man, please be gentle."
"Excuse me, from where are you talking to me?" he said, pointing a delicate finger at Zhao Xiaoyue's nose. "Can't you see her dead? When you're in a bad mood, all you do is hide away and torture yourself!"
Zhao Xiaoyue burst into tears again, "Anime~ You still blame me~ Waaaaah."
"Shut up! Are you a bullfrog in a ditch? You just keep croaking!"
At the comic convention, Situ Ming shouted, his eyes filled with displeasure. "I told you, Mr. Comic, please watch your tone!"
"Ha! Ninth Young Master, Situ Ming, you haven't even caught up to this dead place yet, so you have no right to stand in front of me and say such things."
What?
What does this mean?
He walked around the comic convention with his arms crossed, swaying his hips a couple of times, and said, "Hey Zhao, are you confused yet?"
really!
Zhao Xiaoyue sniffed and looked at Situ Ming, "Are you kidding me?"
Situ Ming did panic for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.
"Is it wrong for me to cherish this hard-won friendship?"
What else could Zhao Xiaoyue say? They treat you as a friend, what else could she say?
At the same time, Situ Ming gave the comic convention a warning look, and the convention organizers rolled their eyes.
Pretending to be dead!
The anime convention was actually very frustrating, and Zhao Xiaoyue's psychological trauma was a major concern.
Others may not know, but he knows all too well. In his previous life, he was sold onto a ship and transported to Europe like a black slave in the last century.
The little girl witnessed too many dark and disgusting things, and even after experiencing two lifetimes, she still hasn't escaped it.
If she were even a little older, she wouldn't have this disease.
Recalling these anime conventions filled him with bitterness. By the time he arrived at the location, the fugitive had already been killed by Zhao Xiaoyue, and the body was burned. The ashes were scattered into the sea. This was truly a case of being reduced to ashes.
At that time, the only thought at the comic convention was to prevent these things from getting out, and even more importantly, to prevent the enforcement team from finding out.
He handled the matter, including the surveillance; during that time, he was constantly on the front lines dealing with it.
Later, Zhao Xiaoyue did whatever she wanted, and he never restrained himself.
Zhao Xiaoyue only appears in the chairman's chair during shareholder meetings.
The psychologist was unable to uncover this past because once this point was touched, Zhao Xiaoyue would be on the verge of becoming irritable, angry, or even manic.
He couldn't bring her to a psychologist to reopen her wounds, so he could only protect her from these sordid things.
They've oversimplified things about Liu Feifei's situation.
“You, surnamed Zhao, get well soon and go back to school. That’s what you should be doing. Leave the rest to me.”
“We were all pre-booked guests on the road to the underworld, it’s just that he left early.”
Zhao Xiaoyue sobbed, "Dianman, Meng-ge won't come back, waaaaah, it's my fault he died, waaaaah!"
"When are you going to change your tendency to take all the blame? What do you mean you killed them? Did you establish RL? Did you recruit Zhang Xiaomeng, or did you kill Liu Feifei's entire family?"
At the comic convention, he sat elegantly on a small round stool with his legs crossed.
"Should I drag Pu Changling out and ask him whose fault this really is?"
Zhao Xiaoyue took the tissue Situ Ming handed her, wiped away her tears, and said, "No, you can't go and bother him."
"Ha!" The comic convention pointed at his nose, "You, surnamed Zhao, we've been running around doing things for you, and you're not even as good as some old geezer we've met a few times?"
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