Even until Death, the Scum Gong Thought I was a White Lotus

Rong Jing was in a meeting, and the phone on the desktop suddenly rang.

He paused, his sharp eyebrows frowned slightly, revealing some discomfort.

The old people around the company looked at him like this, and all bowed their heads, not to touch the mold when he was angry.

People who have followed Rong Jing for a long time know that he was interrupted when he hated talking most, especially things like meetings. If anyone's cell phone rings, the young master can remember to hate it for a whole year.

But now that his own cell phone is ringing, they have no choice but to pretend that they haven't heard anything. Anyway, even if it is unlucky, the person with the hair message is also unlucky.

Unexpectedly, they heard a loud noise as soon as they lowered their heads. When they raised their heads subconsciously, they realized that Rong Jing had got up and walked out with her long legs toward the outside.

With his back leaving, there is a fluttering sentence:

"The meeting is postponed until I come back to continue."

Just as everyone looked at each other, wondering what the situation was, Rong Jing had walked into his own special elevator and looked at the photos on the mobile phone.

He always sent someone to follow the boy, and this photo came from that person.

In the photo, it was pouring rain. Under the corridor of a convenience store, Xie Mu, wearing a hood, stood on the steps, wearing a face mask on his face, and staring blankly at the rain outside.

Even one photo shows how lost he is now.

The more Rong Jing looked at, the more inexplicable he felt.

It may be because accompanying this photo is the information that Xie Mu just came out of Wen Mingquan's residence. Riding Jing's heart can't stop itching when he looks at the dull sight of the teenager.

Alas, no matter what expression, it looks so awkward.

At first glance at this photo, this is the true idea in Rong Jing's heart.

It seems that this little kitten who reluctantly circled the former owner was abandoned by his beloved owner.

The man slightly raised his lips, inherited from his grandfather, and slightly darkened the dark brown eyes, as if thinking about something beyond words.

***

The teenager leaned against the wall of the convenience store and stared at the rain outside.

The mobile phone in his hand keeps ringing. Don't look, Xie Mu knows who called it.

[Ah, my Koizumi Izumi is finally striking, isn't it? 】

[Yes, the host, he has started to feel guilty. Although there is only a little bit, this is a very good start! 】

The energetic start of the system encouraged the host according to the system manual. [As long as the host works harder, his guilt will definitely be more. 】

Xie Mu: [Why should I work hard? 】

The system choked, stuttering weakly and weakly looking at the righteous, he whispered, [because the host has to do the task ...]

[Tasks and tasks are not important, they are the same whether they are done or not. Xie Mu lowered her head slightly, looking at her rain-stained toes, and smiled in her eyes. [But who made me have you, even if it was for my little brother, I would work hard. 】

boom--

boom--

The system heard a heartbeat, as if ... the sound of fireworks blooming.

[Host, host, I ...]

"Little wood--"

Wen Mingquan suddenly appeared in front of Xie Mu. He ran over in the rain all the way, still panting, looking so embarrassed and embarrassed.

Xie Mu clenched his fists, raised his head with red eyes, looked at him, turned around resentfully, and walked towards the rain.

"Xiao Mu, calm down first!"

Seeing the teenager about to leave, Wen Mingquan grabbed it subconsciously, caught his delicate and slender wrist, and held it in his hand.

"Listen to me first, shall you?"

Xie Mudun stopped, turned his back to him, bitterly, "I believe you, do you believe me?"

"I thought, at least you believe me."

Wen Mingquan froze, and found that he had a moment of panic.

It was as if the look Xie Mu had just seen, so desperate, as if there was something he didn't know happened.

He opened his mouth hard, obscurely, "I believe in you."

The boy turned slowly, without saying a word, into his arms.

Wen Mingquan pushed people out subconsciously.

"Look."

Xie Mu stepped back two steps, stood in the rain, a pair of eyelashes did not know whether it was stained with rain, tears, or wet.

He seemed to laugh and cry, "You lied to yourself, but you couldn't lie to your body."

"You don't believe me at all."

A black car slowly moved in front of the two.

In the car, Rong Jing looked at the two who were facing each other. The joy in the company had long disappeared completely. He closed his eyes and still had the picture of Xie Mu throwing his arms in his mind, cold and full of ridicule.

Oh, his little pet is still restless.