"What do you call it?"

Tan Heming tried to talk to the other party, but the other party stopped and bowed to him, and replied with a straight look: "Mr. Ye just calls me Xiao Yun." ”

Tan Heming didn't know if her real name was Xiao Yun or abbreviation, he nodded, and Xiao Yun took him to the guest room.

Xiao Yun didn't follow Tan Heming in, but just stood in front of the door with her head down, like a maid from an aristocratic family in the old society, with a clear distinction between dignity and inferiority.

Tan Heming walked to the cloakroom and took a look, there were all kinds of clothes and accessories neatly placed inside, Tan Heming used to be a popular artist and had his own cloakroom, so he was not so surprised, he walked over and glanced at the clothes casually, these clothes were too delicate and made him frown very comfortably.

He couldn't tell what this feeling of rejection was in his bones, maybe a little inexplicable, but he instinctively rejected these clothes that were too delicate.

"I can wear my own clothes."

Xiao Yun still bowed her head respectfully, and her voice did not have the slightest fluctuation or emotion, "Mr. doesn't like someone to disobey him. ”

Tan Heming heard this, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he didn't speak, the air in the cold room flowed strangely, he knew his current position, he had no power and no power to fight the mysterious and mysterious Mr. Xu.

Knowing the times is Junjie, Tan Heming casually took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom, he closed his eyes and let the warm water wash over his body, and the thick and slender eyelashes fell with water droplets, slightly fluttering, blending into the water.

What kind of person is that Mr. Xu? An old man with a quirk? After all, with such financial resources, he should not be young, or a little younger, a rich and balding middle-aged man?

He tilted his head and walked out of the mist, his well-proportioned and well-structured body was soon wrapped in a white bath towel, and only two slender and straight legs were faintly visible.

Tan Heming changed into the clothes that Mr. Xu asked him to prepare, the silk shirt with organ folds, the sense of drape was very good, and his young figure was modified just right, the clothes fit well, it was like tailor-made, and the black trousers wrapped his slender and straight legs, revealing a white ankle when he sat down. The navy blue tie knot is very regular, and Tan Heming has the illusion of being choked.

Xiao Yun glanced at his hair and said, "Mr. Ye, it's better not to cut your hair without authorization in the future." ”

There was no beginning or end to the sentence, but Tan Heming immediately understood what she meant, "Mr. Xu doesn't like my hairstyle?" ”

Xiao Yun lowered her head and replied respectfully, "Sir doesn't like things that are too sharp. ”

Tan Heming's gaze swept over Xiao Yun's head, "But I like it very much." ”

Xiao Yun didn't say anything more, Tan Heming followed Xiao Yun downstairs, it was already approaching evening outside, he was taken to a sofa and sat down, he looked at Xiao Yun, "Can I watch TV?" ”

"Sir doesn't like to be noisy."

This is not allowed to look at him, he doesn't like noisy, he doesn't like sharp things, he has a habit of cleanliness, he has a lot of money, and he looks like an old man with a strange temper no matter how he looks at it.

Whether it is an old man or a middle-aged man, Tan Heming has no intention of caring, he just wants to get rid of this status quo quickly.

The house was terrifyingly quiet, and their footsteps were so soft that you wouldn't notice them if you didn't listen carefully, but Tan Heming knew that these people were coming and going, busy before and after.

Yes, like a ghost, this thought made Tan Heming's back chill.

"Xiao Yun, can you pour me a glass of water?"

"Yes, Mr. Ye."

Tan Heming sat on the sofa except for drinking boiled water, nothing else was allowed, especially the mobile phone could not be played, he was like a delicate doll in the window, sitting there waiting for someone to buy.

When it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, there was finally movement outside, and Tan Heming's sleepy brain instantly woke up.

He turned his head sideways and asked Xiao Yun, "Is Mr. Xu back?" ”

Xiao Yun bowed his head and replied to him, "Yes, it's Mr.'s car." ”

Tan Heming couldn't help but sit upright, as if he was going to meet some important leader.

Zhou's mother didn't have much emotional ups and downs on her face, but she could see that she was very happy, she took the lead to greet her, and Tan Heming suddenly had the illusion of taking over.

The door that everyone watched was finally opened, even if it was surrounded by people, in the black crowd, Tan Heming still saw the man at a glance, it was too difficult to ignore, that person was also in a black suit, and it was easy to be drowned in a group of people who were also in black suits, but he didn't, he was not angry and arrogant, and his whole body exuded the breath of a king, which made people feel very oppressive, and they didn't even dare to look up at him, such oppression was like a lion.

The man just glanced at Tan Heming who was sitting on the sofa lightly, his pupils were deep, and he couldn't see the bottom, and before Tan Heming came back to his senses, he went upstairs.

Tan Heming looked at the man's distant back, but what he thought in his heart was "Beauty is like a flower across the clouds".

Probably because this Mr. Xu is too coercive, few people dare to look up at him, let alone see what he looks like, Tan Heming just saw Mr. Xu's appearance clearly, in the colorful entertainment industry, there is no shortage of beauties, but over the years, Tan Heming has seen all kinds of beauties, but only the one just now made him unconsciously hold his breath.

Unlike Shan Hui's sunny and handsome, Chi Jingyan's gentle and elegant, and his beauty and sharpness, Mr. Xu's appearance is cold, with a sense of unreality that the cold wind blows through the bones and the clothes are full of flowers.

It's not showy, it's not gentle, it's a kind of frost that falls on the temples.

After coming back to his senses, Tan Heming suddenly felt that this Mr. Xu was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember if he had seen it somewhere.

Mr. Xu quickly took a shower and changed his clothes and went downstairs, still wearing a neat shirt and trousers, as if he was a person who had very high requirements for himself.

Zhou's mother stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Sir, can you serve the food?" ”

Mr. Xu raised his eyelids slightly, and said lightly, "Hmm." His voice had the coolness of melting glacial snow, but it had to be said to be very pleasant.

The maid pulled out a chair for Mr. Xu, the dining table was very long, and Mr. Xu asked him to talk about the position of He Ming'an on the opposite side, and the two of them occupied one side, it seemed that Mr. Xu had no intention of communicating with him.

The dinner was Western, his table manners were very good, his demeanor was elegant, and he was somewhat similar to Mr. Xu when he looked closely, and the meal was very quiet.

In the huge house, there was only the occasional sound of knives and forks touching porcelain plates.

After dinner, Mr. Xu was ready to go upstairs to deal with official business, Tan Heming couldn't understand what Mr. Xu meant to him, so he specially took him over, prepared his clothes, and didn't even look at it, let alone anything else.

"Mr. Xu, I want to talk to you, is it convenient?"

Tan Heming stopped Mr. Xu who was about to go upstairs, Mr. Xu's cold gaze stopped at him, Tan Heming couldn't understand this person, and he couldn't see clearly, when Mr. Xu looked over, his cold gaze made him feel that his soul was trembling.

"Come to the study."

Tan Heming followed quickly, and from behind, Mr. Xu was much taller than his current body, but it should be almost the same as his previous body.

Mr. Xu has standard shoulders and narrow waist, even if he is wearing a shirt, you can faintly see his beautiful back muscle lines, if this person goes to be a model, he will definitely become a muse in the eyes of many well-known designers.

He originally thought that Mr. Xu was either a bad old man or a middle-aged man who was rich, but he didn't expect Mr. Xu to be so young, he should be around thirty years old.

Tan Heming followed Mr. Xu into the study, he was a little unsure of Mr. Xu's thoughts, but no matter what the relationship was, he had to stop, and he would not do anything against his own will.

Mr. Xu walked to a quaint chair and sat down, even though he was sitting, Tan Heming was standing, but it made Tan Heming feel like he was being looked downon.

Tan Heming's eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips moved, as if something was about to blurt out.

Mr. Xu raised his eyelids slightly, his knuckled fingers crossed together, he did not speak, nor did he urge Tan Heming, but his presence released a sense of oppression in the silent dialogue with Heming.

Tan Heming clenched his hands, and then slowly let go, his flickering eyes instantly calmed down, like a calm lake, sparkling in the moonlight.

"Mr. Xu, can you let me go?"

Mr. Xu didn't answer him, didn't even look at him, Tan Heming stood there, looking at Mr. Xu quietly, but he has always been more good at observing words and feelings, this time he can't see anything, Mr. Xu is like an abyss, you can't see it at a glance, the more you gaze, the more terrible it will be.

Tan Heming continued to speak: "I want to study hard and be an ordinary person. ”

Mr. Xu didn't know which of his words he had a reaction to, and raised his eyes to look over, "Ordinary people? ”

Tan Heming couldn't hear the emotion in his words, so he could only nod his head stubbornly, "Well, I want to find a job after studying hard, get married and have children, and live this life." ”

Mr. Xu's fingers tapped on the tabletop, as if knocking on Tan Heming's heart, making him tremble, he didn't know why he was faintly afraid of Mr. Xu, maybe he wasn't the only one?

Mr. Xu is truly scary, and you can never guess what he is thinking, or what he will do in the next moment.

"Well, good idea."

Tan Heming opened his mouth to say something, but Mr. Xu's deep pupils met his eyes, Tan Heming felt like a prey of prey, his heart tightened, and the blood all over his body was drained.

"But that's not what you should think."

His tone didn't fluctuate much, but Tan Heming had the illusion of being caught by a spider's web, he couldn't move, it was difficult to escape, and he could only accept his fate.

Tan Heming swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, "I can compensate you." ”

Mr. Xu didn't answer Tan Heming immediately, he suddenly stood up, Tan Heming's body tensed, Mr. Xu walked towards him, his slender fingers pinched his chin with coolness, and when he got closer, it turned out that Mr. Xu's pupils were very light in color, like glass beads, very beautiful, Tan Heming had a moment of distraction, but the pain from his jaw suddenly brought him back to his senses.

"Reparations? You can't afford to pay unless you're willing to go to the clubhouse as a man. Prostitute, maybe one day will be able to return it. ”

Tan Heming's hands and feet were cold, and his whole person seemed to be put into an ice cave, and he couldn't believe that such vulgar and filthy words would come out of Mr. Xu's mouth.

But after being shocked, he began to make trouble for his situation again, what kind of deed of sale did Ye Ling sign, it was so much.

Mr. Xu's hand brushed his face slightly, a little cold, very light, so light that he wondered if the slightly cool fingertips had touched his face, and Mr. Xu's hand touched his earburns.

"Keep your hair up, you can't cut it unless I give me permission."

Tan Heming looked at the man in front of him in a daze, Mr. Xu looked at his stunned appearance, and seemed to feel a little interesting, his slightly cool thumb twisted and rubbed on Tan Heming's thin and cool lips, rubbing it, and made his lips to Yin Hong, Yin red lips, narrow phoenix eyes, and infinite charm between his eyes.

Mr. Xu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked down at Tan Heming, "For me to open my legs alone or to thousands of people, you choose one." ”

Tan Heming's body was like a bow, tightly tensed, this person would not let him go, Tan Heming did not realize more clearly than now that Mr. Xu was not a good person.

It's not that no one wants to sleep with him in the entertainment industry, but he refused, if he gave in for a moment, then he wouldn't be talking about Heming.

The cause of his own death has not yet been clarified, and his future is uncertain, but now he is faced with a choice worthy of life and death.

"Mr. Xu, how can you be willing to raise your noble hand?"

Mr. Xu paced to the desk, picked up a black pen, and tapped it on the table, "You agreed voluntarily, but now what does it mean to go back on your word?" ”

It is impossible to say that he is not Ye Ling, even if Mr. Xu is willing to believe this strange statement, but it is still Ye Ling's body standing here, and he has no reason to let himself go.

"It's my fault, I'm willing to bear it, as long as you're willing to let me go."

"I'm the one who doesn't like to go back on my word, so if you really want to break with me, it's okay."

Tan Heming looked into Mr. Xu's eyes, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he knew that it would not be an easy task, "You said. ”

"There's a party in a few days, there will be several shows, and recently I heard that they are short of people, so you go to the top."

Tan Heming listened to Mr. Xu's tone of voice that he couldn't hear the emotion, and his heart tightened, and he naturally understood that this show would not be an ordinary show.

"Can you tell me what the show is?"

A faint smile appeared in Mr. Xu's eyes, not that bright smile, but the kind of smile that made people shudder.

"Pet tune. Teach. ”