Chapter 26

The huge French window in the living room was bright and clean. The morning sunlight passed through the glass and splashed golden paint on the ground. The young man's hair was slightly wet, and a drop of water fell down, sliding along his neck into the depths of his collar.

"Hmm."

He groaned, as if he was frozen, his body shuddered, and his fingers subconsciously scratched twice, leaving two red marks on his clavicle.

It looks... a bit bad!

The two men avoided their eyes at the same time, and after two or three seconds, they turned back as if nothing had happened.

But the young man himself was unaware of it. He sat on the chair carelessly, opened his own portion of porridge, and took a sip.

The green vegetables neutralized the greasy feeling of the meat, and the rice was soft and glutinous, salty and delicious.

"Brother." Curly called out sweetly, tugged at the hem of the young man's clothes in dissatisfaction, and said in a sinister tone: "This dress is so ugly, so old-fashioned, I'll buy you new clothes later."

The young man glared at him: "Do you think I have a bad sense of aesthetics?"

Chu Zizhe: "..." MD, why can't you control your mouth.

"I took a closer look, the style is simple and elegant, the fabric is soft, and actually... it's also pretty." Curly praised his rival's stuff against his will, "It's just a little big, not very suitable for brother, so we--" Let's change it.

Before he finished the next few words, he saw that the young man's face was getting uglier and uglier.

Chu Zizhe was panicking, like a puppy being strangled by the neck, with a pair of innocent dark green eyes, and shut up at the right time.

However...

if you want to find fault, there is always an excuse.

"Are you mocking me?"

"???"

Xia Yan looked at him steadily: "Do you think I am shorter than Zhao Wenxu and not as good as him?"

"I don't." Chu Zizhe opened his mouth in panic and said a lot of flattering words, which made the young man's face look a little better. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief and dared not to find fault anymore, and drank the porridge honestly.

Zhao Wenxu was in a state of overload due to brain overload.

When he came to his senses, everything was settled.

Seeing that Curly Hair was asked back and shut himself up, the man who had been poisoned by the green tea man felt secretly happy, and the corners of his lips were raised by two arcs.

The man thought for a long time and found a nonsense to start the conversation: "Did you take a shower?"

"Yeah." The young man swallowed a mouthful of porridge and licked the rice grains on his lips with the tip of his tongue. "You smell of alcohol, it's so uncomfortable. How much is this suit? I'll transfer it to you via WeChat."

"The clothes are not worth much, but..." "

?"

The man pretended to be hesitant. In the young man's puzzled eyes, he sighed heavily and lied with his eyes open: "...This suit is a birthday gift from my mother."

"..."

Xia Yan's hands trembled and his heart collapsed.

No way! Such a coincidence?

"My parents have lived abroad for many years. This year, they came back to China for the first time. They personally gave me the clothes." Zhao Wenxu emphasized the word "personally". "It's a very precious gift." "

..."

"But since you, Yanyan, wear it, there's nothing I can do about it." Xia Yan

felt so guilty that he couldn't eat. He didn't even protest when the man called him "Yanyan".

He clearly wanted to take off the clothes and return them to the other party immediately, but due to his character, he could only pretend to be nonchalant: "Oh! I will return the clothes to you after they are washed."

"You are very busy at work. I still want you to go there in person. Isn't it too much trouble?"

Xia Yan: "???" When did I say I went there in person?

This protagonist attack... is a little weird?

The young man's eyes fell on the man's face. His handsome features, calm and cold temperament, and calm eyes...seemed to be unchanged? Was he overthinking? He

deliberately made him run an extra trip... He blinked and suddenly realized.

[I understand.]

System: [What?]

[Zhao Wenxu is taking revenge. He deliberately tortured me and made me run an extra trip.] Xia Yan analyzed for 999, [It was said in the plot that the protagonist felt sorry for the protagonist being scumbag. Maybe he was already moved at this time, but he didn't dare to express it because of my existence.]

[You make sense.]

Now this wave... is revenge for the beloved!

Xia Yan pretended to be impatient and agreed reluctantly, but in his heart he was thinking about taking Tu Xi with him when he changed his clothes to create a chance for the two of them to meet.

- If Tu Xi was still willing to see him at that time. Zhao

Wenxu, who knew nothing about the future and was happy about being able to go on a date alone, quietly revealed a satisfied smile.

It was strange that the mission of blackening the entire network had been completed, and the ambiguous videos of himself and Zhao Wenxu were flying all over the place, but the cheating mission did not move at all, as if it was welded.

[System, is mission three really not a bug? ]

999 also found it strange: [I'll give you some more feedback. ]

Three minutes later.

[The person above replied to me and said there was no bug. The reason why it has not been completed yet is probably because...】 The cold mechanical voice of the system was a bit trance-like, [Tu Xi still believes in you. 】

Xia Yan drank a mouthful of porridge in silence, his heart full of worries.

Tu Xi's brain... is it okay?

*

Zhao Wenxu didn't want to disturb the young man's appetite, and waited until he finished breakfast before talking about things on the Internet.

"Have you been on Weibo today?"

Xia Yan nodded. He sat on the sofa, holding a soft pillow in his hands, his body slightly tilted, and his collar naturally slid to the right, revealing a small part of his shoulder.

Obviously, there were constant curses on the Internet, and countless people boycotted him and asked him to get out of the entertainment industry.

But the young man didn't care about what others said, he only lived in his own world, watching a group of people crazy about him and heartbroken for him.

He is reckless, gorgeous and unrestrained, with a wild and lazy energy.

It is fascinating.

Zhao Wenxu rubbed his brows. The more this happened, the more they wanted to protect him, to keep him innocent and arrogant forever. As long as they thought about him leaving the entertainment industry in disgrace, they

would inevitably feel a bit of loss and frustration.

He was also crazy.

Zhao Wenxu laughed at himself, took out a notebook from the study, and put the official notice he had written in front of the young man: "Take a look, if there is anything you are not satisfied with, I will revise it."

The young man bent down and moved his fingers on the mouse.

The faint white light hit his face, and his thick and curled eyelashes inevitably cast a small shadow on his lower eyelids.

His expression was always indifferent, revealing a bit of boredom.

It was as if what was in front of him was not a manuscript that could turn his life around overnight, but a boring work document.

In just a thousand words, the author is sincere and concise. He replaces the young man he intended to support and help his younger brother out of a hopeless love with the young master of the Zhao family who is infatuated with a little star and spends 100 million US dollars but still cannot get her.

Xia Yan in the manuscript is kind, enthusiastic, and treats money as dirt.

In short... it is completely different from the role he plays! ! ! !

Xia Yan seems calm, but he is actually panicking.

What's wrong with you, the protagonist? Do you want to make an appointment with a neurologist to have you and the protagonist, the bottom, check your brain? Shake it to see if there is water in it?

The atmosphere was silent.

Zhao Wenxu asked, "What do you think? Is there anything else you need to supplement?"

"I don't think it's that good." The young man pursed his lips irritably and threw the mouse on the coffee table. There was a slight collision sound, and the mouse rolled twice and fell on the clean floor. He turned his head suddenly and questioned, "Why do you have to explain my affairs to them? If you don't want to see me, then just turn off the Internet and the power yourself."

"Or..." He forced a cold smile and said lightly, "Dig out your own eyes, and naturally you can't see anything."

Curly saw that the excitement was not a big deal, and nodded crazily in agreement: "That's right! What can Brother Xia Yan do wrong?"

Xia Yan gave him an approving look.

Curly's eyes lit up, and he finally found a place to improve his favorability. He praised the young man wildly. In his words, netizens did not like Xia Yan because they were blind.

One praised, the other listened, and the two got along harmoniously.

Zhao Wenxu rubbed his temples with a headache. He felt that he had finally found the reason for the formation of Xia Yan's personality. No one was willing to say that he did something wrong.

He lived a life where the stars surrounded the moon. If the moon's light was not bright, it must be that there were not enough stars to set off his beauty.

All mistakes can be forgiven. For him, there is naturally no mistake in the world. No matter what he does, it must be others who are wrong.

If Zhao Wenxu is a little more despicable.

He can learn from Curly and unconditionally agree with all his actions. But drowning a child is like killing him. Xia Yan has been in the industry for three years and has never given up, which means that he likes this career very much.

It is easy to quit now. Just post a Weibo, hang up the phone, pay the compensation, and everything is over.

But in the future, Xia Yan regretted it.

It is not so easy to return to the industry. The stigma will always follow him, and people will talk about him behind his back.

Zhao Wenxu can't stand this.

He picked up the mouse silently and read the document carefully. After making sure that there was nothing missing, he tried to speak in a calm tone: "If there is no problem, I will post it on Weibo later, remember to forward it."

"???"

The young man's face turned visibly colder: "Zhao Wenxu, don't meddle in other people's business."

"If you don't want to forward it, let the agent control it... Forget it, I'll call your agent to discuss today's matters. You don't have to worry about anything. Just have a good rest."

"I said don't bother." Xia Yan seemed to be irritated by him. He took two steps at a time and grabbed the computer tightly to prevent him from operating it.

Zhao Wenxu crossed his arms: "Do you want to smash it?"

"..."

"If smashing it can make you vent your anger, then go ahead." The man said calmly: "I have backed up everything on the computer, including the prepared notice."

Xia Yan's mouth twitched, and he put on a mask of pain in his heart.

Please, let me cool down!!!