The assistant waited in the parking lot for a long time, and finally only waited for a text message from Huo Qingzhang without temperature:

[You go back first, I have something to do. 】

Assistant: The representative is really desperate, and there are so many things to be busy in the middle of the night.

In the double room.

Huo Qingzhang took off his blazer and hung it on the hanger, slowly understanding the tie: "How to bet, you decide." ”

"It's simple." Wen Jiang smiled with crooked eyebrows, "The two of us will sleep in this bed together tonight, if we are safe until dawn, you win, you can ask me for anything, I will never regret it." Conversely, you must obey whatever I ask. ”

Huo Qingzhang stared at him with cold eyes, and an inaudible sneer came out of his nose.

Although he still didn't think that the person in front of him was very capable, it was a fact that he walked beyond his expectations every step of the way.

Wen Jiang came out of the shower, wrapped in only a yukata, he was born with thin skin, and a faint layer of pink appeared after being rolled by the hot water.

Huo Qingzhang remained silent, and the afterglow swept over him carelessly.

It is said that beauty is in the bone and not in the skin, Wen Jiang is a typical representative of the saying, always thinking that he needs to rely on acquired factors to make up for the lack of congenital bone physiognomy, but it turns out that whether there is hair modification or not, his face seems to be so big, the back of his head is round, and the beauty embryo of Peugeot.

Huo Qingzhang couldn't help but take a few more looks, but each glance was a seemingly random glance that was eager to hide it.

Wen Jiang untied the leather band and scattered his hair, a few strands of hair hung down on his face, and the water droplets fell and bounced into his collarbone and across his chest.

When Huo Qingzhang also came out of the shower, Wen Jiang had already dried his hair and leaned on the head of the bed, and the standard Japanese pronunciation sounded on the wall-mounted TV.

The blue light from the screen flickered on and off, reflecting the impassive man, as opposed to the hysterical rants on television.

"Have you watched this TV series?" Wen Jiang took the initiative to ask questions, and her eyes always stayed on the screen.

Huo Qingzhang's eyes swept across the screen, and he only saw a few students in high school uniforms, so he said, "I don't usually watch TV series." ”

Wen Jiang didn't respond again, and moved his body to the side of the bed, as if he deliberately made room for Huo Qingzhang.

In order to prove that he was jealous because he didn't care about him, Huo Qingzhang went to bed without suspicion, leaned on the head of the bed and watched the drama with Wen Jiang to kill time.

When the two of them are safe and quiet until dawn, he can let Wen Jiang fulfill the promise that belongs to the loser:

From now on, you and I will not contact each other again.

Looking at it, Huo Qingzhang was also attracted by the plot.

This drama is narrated in the form of memories, layer by layer, and the simple summary is that the protagonist carefully plans a class reunion many years after graduation to take revenge on the people who bullied him back then, including those bystanders who sit back and watch or even applaud, the camera is cruel and bloody, full of a large number of broken arms and stumps, but the wanton pleasure of revenge makes people can't help but clap their hands.

At the end of the story, the protagonist sits on the rooftop, with an abyss under his feet, and the resentment and humiliation of his student days are finally relieved at this moment.

"The murderer committed suicide in fear of crime."

The screen went dark, and the room went dark.

Wen Jiang's voice was low: "Look at something else." ”

Huo Qingzhang rubbed his eyebrows, looking a little tired: "Don't look at it, sleep." ”

Then, he heard Wen Jiang's body move. When the lights are turned off, the heavy curtains close the only bit of light, and the five fingers in the room are not visible, and when the ability to see is reduced, the sense of hearing becomes more acute.

He heard Wen Jiang's breathing, a completely different rhythm from when he was asleep, interspersed with an occasional sigh or two.

"Can't sleep?" Huo Qingzhang took the initiative to ask.

If there is no reaction at this time, it seems that it is a little deliberate in order to prove that he doesn't care about him, but it is even more reverie.

"Well, sort of."

Huo Qingzhang heard Wen Jiang turn over, and his voice suddenly approached his ears.

"Have you ever lied?" There is no beginning or end, Wen Jiang suddenly asked.

"Nope." Huo Qingzhang's voice was deep and powerful, firm and unthinking.

"I've sprinkled, and a lot." Wen Jiang closed his eyes and said softly.

"Before his father died, he was a teacher in an art high school, and he was conscientious, honest and innocent all his life, but because he didn't respond to the love letters sent to him by the girls in the class, he was bitten back by the girls, saying that his father sexually assaulted her."

"Although the girl did not provide any injury certificate, it seems that everyone thinks that as long as the victim says the truth, and firmly believes in it, then the matter got bigger, the school in order to protect the reputation, expelled the father, the parents are speechless, because this matter has been shrouded in clouds at home, they decided to drive to travel to other places to relax, that is, that time, the parents died in a car accident."

Since then, Wen Jiang has understood: people's hearts are the most complex, and they can do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, even if it is to ruin people's reputation.

The place where he lived was a small city that was not very developed, and the more narrow the place, the faster the rumors spread, until he was in high school, and the hat of "son of a □□ criminal" did not take off, but intensified.

"Just like in the Japanese drama just now, it's useless to resist, those people will only get worse."

He was locked in the toilet, his face was covered with wet paper, and his desk was filled with insulting words such as "□□ criminal" and "scum".

In the dark, Huo Qingzhang's sharp eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Only my friend who grew up with me believed in my father and me, because he was worried about me, he gave up the best high school and went to the same school as me, he was the first to rush to save me when I was locked in the toilet, and when the desk was full of insulting words, he was the one who helped me change my desk, and fought with the bully to stand up for me."

Wen Jiang now recalls it, and firmly believes that this boy is one of the few lights in the first half of his short and gray life.

The boy has the same name and surname as the artist who rescued him tonight, both named Ai Lan.

"I thought I could rely on him for the rest of my life, but then I realized that I was a person who was a dead star, and whoever was unlucky would say that he and I were the same dog, because his father was a policeman, and he was questioned about his credibility, I don't think I should continue to hurt him, although he always said that it didn't matter, but he was secretly sad in a place where others couldn't see it."

"No one can accept the dirty water splashed by others."

"So?" Huo Qingzhang asked, he was indeed listening very carefully.

"So I don't think I should continue to bother him, I was young and ignorant, and I couldn't say any big reason, so I could only choose the simplest and rude way, and said something very ugly to him."

"I hate you very much, you stick to me like a dog skin plaster every day to make me upset, you think you are coming out for me, but in fact it has brought me more trouble, you are the dead end of my life, I don't want my life to have a dead end."

Lies are piled up to form the most hurtful barrier, which is full of thorns.

"Later." Huo Qingzhang continued to ask.

"Later, he transferred schools, and I heard a lot of rumors about him from other people's mouths, and there is no way to verify whether it is true or false, because in the end, I found out that I didn't even have his contact information."

After the words fell, the room suddenly fell silent.

After almost a century, Shen Qingzhang's still cold and emotionless voice came from the darkness: "You have my contact information, you can call me next time." ”

"But people only have the desire to talk and vent in certain circumstances." Wen Jiang stared at him from the night, his voice floating, like a feather floating in the air, unable to find a foothold.

"For example." Huo Qingzhang tilted his head, although he couldn't see it, he still inadvertently met Wen Jiang's gaze.

"Now." He said.

The enthusiasm was diverging, and Huo Qingzhang was sure that it was a wrong decision to come with him.

There was a sense of powerlessness that was stepping into his trap.

The placket was pulled open, and a gravity immediately fell on his body, and Huo Qingzhang clearly felt that the small mole in the carotid artery was stained with the temperature of his lips, glowing with a warm tide.

He reached out to push the person on his body away, but when he touched the person's waist, he lost strength, and could only gently hold his waist to find a comfortable point of focus.

"Tonight, when the reporter asked you, you could have told the truth, why were you silent?" Huo Qingzhang still wants to know.

Wen Jiang stared at him for a while, and his breath was unsteady: "So you want me to announce to the world that you broke down your defenses, drank what you shouldn't drink, did things you shouldn't do, and finally chose to sink with someone like me who has been in the mud pit since birth?" ”

The moment he spoke, he felt the hand around his waist increase in strength due to emotion.

In the dark night, Huo Qingzhang's voice was slightly hoarse: "The person who can pull me to sink together has not appeared so far." ”

The temperature around the body reached the boiling point, like boiling water, and the heart was bubbling with hot bubbles.

The bathrobe landed on the ground with a slight thud, and the scabbard tried to latch on to the ill-fitting sword.

"It hurts!" The atmosphere was thick, but Wen Jiang let out a terrible exclamation.

Huo Qingzhang obviously felt that he had the idea of escaping, and his body moved to the side, but his hands were uncontrollably holding his waist and pressing down hard.

Wen Jiang kept gasping in pain, and her body was like a sifting chaff, shivering.

wanted to escape, but was grabbed by a pair of strong arms.

Did it hurt so much last time? Or is it a posture problem, the intense pain turned his brain into a black hole, pulling away all ability to think.

The ups and downs shattered consciousness, and before they disappeared completely, Wen Jiang made a statement in his mind about the outcome of the gamble:

I won.

*

Win a XX.

When Wen Jiang woke up the next day, the tearing pain all over his body clearly told him: This wave was a thousand injuries to the enemy and eight hundred to self-inflicted damage.

But it's not a loss, and the refreshing feeling of extreme pain may be difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Huo Qingzhang woke up early, and was standing on the edge of the bed with a tie at this time, when he heard Wen Jiang's voice getting up, he didn't look back and said:

"If there is nothing important, I will leave in the afternoon and stagger the time, there was just a fashion dinner here last night, and there may be a lot of reporters squatting outside."

Wen Jiang bolded: "Representative Huo is really thoughtful. ”

Huo Qingzhang naturally ignored this yin and yang weirdness, and only said what he wanted to say: "I am also willing to gamble and lose, just mention whatever you want." ”

Wen Jiang pulled up the quilt and wrapped it in red marks, and her moist eyes were hot: "I haven't thought about it, keep it for the time being, and I'll talk about it later." ”

Huo Qingzhang glanced at him, his eyes were cold, and he said "go first" and strode out of the room.

After the people left, Wen Jiang lay back and fell asleep, and it was not until the afternoon that he packed up his body and went home.

He received a call from the film and television company saying that Huo Qingzhang, the legal representative of Asia Cube Electronics, contacted them and asked them to prepare for the filming of "Red Dawn", and asked Wen Jiang when he would have time to make an appointment with the original author to discuss in detail.

Wen Jiang opened the hot search on Weibo and took a look, and sure enough, he said why these film and television companies were so happy this time, it turned out that they wanted to take advantage of the wind to get a piece of the pie.

Hot search number one:

#还在外面漂泊的孩子, I hope you will see the red dawn soon. #

[I was read by Wen Jiang Amway overnight, it was so good to cry! ] Crying wet a pack of tissues. 】

[Parents really can't see this kind of thing, these damn human traffickers should be sentenced to death!] It's not a pity to kill with a thousand cuts! 】

[It's so well written [crying] This year, I have a TOP level of good writing in my heart. 】

[There are only a few collections, it's not scientific.] 】

[It's already very powerful, it turns out that Wen Jiang is a super big promoter, I saw the collection yesterday and it was only in the early 10,000s, and now it's more than 100,000, Kraft Klaas. 】

[Wen Jiang belongs to the public treasure book list. 】

[Crazy boasting about the original author! ] I hope the adaptation is not nonsense, Amen, I beg for it to be launched in theaters as soon as possible. [Pray]]

Wen Jiang looked at the rave reviews below, Yilehe, her butt hurt, and she continued to be happy with her buttocks.

The other side.

"Bang dang!"

With a loud bang, the iPad fell to the wall and fell to the ground, and the screen instantly cracked the cobwebs.

Yun Shanchu's silver teeth were biting secretly, and his forehead bone protruded high.

The assistant was startled and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, boss, the novel is not good......?" ”

Even if it's not good-looking, you can't make such a big fire.

Yun Shanchu's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "It's because it's good-looking, that's why I'm angry." ”

This kind of script is unreasonable and intolerable, and he is angry because he has nothing to do with himself, and everything goes into Wen Jiang's pocket.

After a long time, he slowly looked at the quail-like assistant and said in a low voice:

"I've got an important task for you."

"Uh-huh, boss, you speak."

"Give you a week to find all the essays of the same type and the same topic, read them carefully word by word, and then write an outline of no less than 10,000 words for each essay."

Assistant:......

If you want me to die, you can say it.

Yun Shanchu didn't care about the assistant's mood at all, took a screenshot of the novel, opened Weibo and inserted the picture:

[Admire and read.] 】