My Nemesis Has Finally Gone Bankrupt

Bo Zhen was uneasy all day, and made two phone calls to his assistant. Today, a familiar marketing account sent a message to Bo Zhen, saying that someone wanted to cooperate with him. It was about Jiang Yunjian's materials. The specific content is unknown.

Jiang Yunjian has been hacked a lot. I haven't seen any strong winds and waves in Bozhen. In the past, they sat upright and didn't worry. But this time the situation was special, and Bo Town inevitably felt guilty.

It was snowing outside, the first snow this winter, and it was so upset in Bozhen that he couldn't help but finally took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call to Jiang Yunjian.

The doorbell rang before the call was made.

The person standing outside stood against the snow, startling Bo Zhen.

Jiang Yunjian was obviously well-dressed, with a faint expression, holding several things in his hand.

"You ..." He couldn't be surprised. Hurriedly reached out and patted the snow above Jiang Yunjian's head, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yunjian raised his hand and handed the cake to him: "Eat?"

"..."

Bozhen brought him into the room and lost a towel to him: "Wipe your hair first to save yourself from the cold."

Jiang Yunjian made a noise and rubbed his head casually.

Bo Zhen knew him, and he could see his mood at this time from his expression. For a long while, he pondered and asked, "It's over?"

This was a headless question, but Jiang Yun understood it immediately: "No."

"So how do you ..." Bo Zhen glanced at the table. "Come back without a cake or gifts?"

Jiang Yunjian said, "He has other cakes."

What else should Bozhen say? A simple-dressed woman came downstairs, talking about Xuejing in her mouth, and when she saw the man on the sofa, she quickly stopped: "Small room? How come you are here?"

Bo Zhen said, "He's got snow, you go get him some hot water and take a shower first."

The caller was Bo's wife, and she nodded when she heard the words: "Okay, I'll go and get you some medicine to save you from a cold."

"You don't need a bitch." Jiang Yunjian got up and picked up the gift box. "I just came to deliver the cake. It's too big and throw away the waste. If you and your brother like it, just eat it. If you don't like it, just throw it away. I still have something, just I'm leaving."

Bozhen stopped for a long time without stopping anyone. His wife looked at the cake on the table and asked, "What about this?"

"Eat it, he brought it all." Bo Zhen unpacked.

The cake is made by a private shop. It is white and has some simple decorative patterns. On it stands a little man in a gray suit, holding a black umbrella, and a small chocolate brand next to it.

[Happy birthday to you]

The handwriting was scribbled, and at first glance the person who wrote the word was not very proficient in this area.

Bozhen suddenly remembered yesterday that Jiang Yunjian took pictures from 4 in the morning to 8 in the evening, tired of falling asleep in the car, but had to go to a cake shop.

"It's so cute!" The woman exclaimed. "Is this little man a small room?"

"... No." Bo Zhen sighed, took the sign off, and threw it into the trash. "Eat."

On the way to Bozhen's home, Jiang Yunjian countless times wanted the driver to turn his head. Every time he said a word of "Master", he stopped talking and couldn't go on.

In the end, even the driver couldn't help it: "Young man, you say something, is there something left?"

A few words awoke Jiang Yunjian: "... No, you drive."

It wasn't his own at first, and it was impossible to talk about it.

When he got home, Jiang Yunjian threw himself into the bathtub, soaked in hot water, and finally gave him some warmth.

In fact, he is not without Xiao.

After the last relationship, he used to use the excuse of cooperation to process Peng's company. Cheng Peng said as usual and said "sorry" to him.

And "goodbye".

In his mind, he overlapped with the male star who cried and begged Cheng Peng in the background.

He is not special, he already knew.

At twelve, he came out of the bathtub and wrinkled his fingertips.

He was preparing to sleep when the phone rang.

"Where is it?" The man's voice was as usual.

Jiang Yunjian thought he was self-relieving.

The moment he heard Cheng Peng's voice, he immediately disarmed and surrendered. His nose was sour and his tears almost fell, and he remained silent for several seconds.

Cheng Peng paused. He listened for a while and asked, "Why not speak?"

Jiang Yunjian lay on his side and looked out the window: "... sorry, the signal was not good just now."

"Well, where have you been?" Cheng Peng tied his tie. "If you haven't gone out yet, don't come here first, I'll be in trouble temporarily."

Jiang Yunjian bit his lower lip: "I haven't left the house yet."

"Then I'll contact you when I'm done," Cheng Peng said.

When the relationship was ended last time, the last sentence before Cheng Peng's departure was the same.

——Contact next time.

He never contacted him again.

Jiang Yun's eyes were flushed: "... will you contact?"

Cheng Peng froze, then smiled: "Yes."

This person is always so gentle.

Be gentle when meeting, gentle when making / love, and gentle when leaving.

Jiang Yunjian heard himself should: "OK."

Cheng Peng walked to the window, remembered something, and said with a smile, "It's snowing today. Did you see it?"

"Seeing it." As if poked at the pain, Jiang Yunjian choked a bit, his voice was very low, it sounded like a cough. It took him a long time to take it easy and squeeze out a sentence, "Happy birthday to you."

Cheng Peng froze. If Chen An had just sent a cake, he would have forgotten it: "How do you know? You too, Chu Xue is happy."

——

As soon as Cheng Peng sent Chen An away, he received a call from Ji Ran saying that there was an urgent matter and asked him to go to a restaurant.

He thought that Ji Ran smashed the restaurant in a hurry, and hurried away.

As soon as I entered the hotel, I was taken aback by the red banner that fell from the sky—

[I wish Mr. Cheng a happy 28th birthday, and wish you happiness in the East! Shoubi Nanshan! 】

Cheng Peng: "..."

Yue Wenwen jumped out: "surprise!"

Cheng Peng narrowed his eyes: "Is this what you said is urgent?"

"It was the phone that he forced me to call." Ji Ran stepped out with both hands and gave him a gift. "He said he couldn't use it to fool you."

"Ah, people didn't just want to have a birthday for you!" Yue Wenwen pushed out the cake and came out. "I booked a place at bob at night and bought the wine. It happened to be on the weekend and it was thirty. , We will give you a good time. "

"Twenty-eight." Cheng Peng corrected him.

"It's almost the same." Yue Wenwen urged him. "Sit down, I've ordered a table."

In the two years before his birthday, Cheng Peng was busy working in other places. This is the only birthday he has had in recent years.

Yue Wenwen said proudly: "I don't say, do you all forget that today is your birthday?"

"No," Cheng Peng calmly said, "I just received the cake."

Yue Wenwen: "Cake? Who gave it?"

"Chen An."

The table was quiet for a moment.

Ji Ran frowned: "Why is he again?"

Yue Wenwen raised Erlang's leg: "Last time you said you didn't want to listen to him, how could this be better?"

"Not good, don't talk blindly." Cheng Peng's tone was plain, obviously he didn't want to mention, "He came to get things."

"It's been two years, and now I'm here to get things?" Yue Wenwen apparently didn't believe it.

Cheng Peng smiled.

He didn't believe it either, but he let Chen An come in.

There are always things that need to be made clear. He and Chen An broke up for so long and haven't talked calmly. It was because he was so good to Chen An that he gave the other side too many illusions, thinking that all the mistakes could be forgiven.

Recalling his thoughts, he said: "I won't go in the evening, there will be a client to talk in the afternoon."

"Don't," Yue Wenwen said, "you come back after you talk."

Cheng Peng laughed: "There is something else."

"What else?"

"I've made an appointment with someone and will meet today."

Yue Wenwen said, "It's good if you bring him together."

Cheng Peng shook his head: "He's not convenient."

"What's inconvenient ... Oh, Jiang Yunjian?" Yue Wenwen understood. "Rest assured that it won't be a problem to wear a mask. He Ye is here. Just a few of us are here, no one else."

Cheng Peng thought about it, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Jiang Yunjian, asking him if he was free at night.

"If someone comes, don't tease him."

Cheng Peng did not expect that until he finished talking to the customer, he did not receive a reply. He made two phone calls and shut down.

This was the first time he could not contact Jiang Yunjian. Even if he was filming, the other party would reply to him within half an hour.

Yue Wenwen was born to play, and as soon as he entered the bar, he took He He to the dance floor. After leaving, Ji Ran asked quietly, "What's going on."

Cheng Peng looked up: "What."

"You watched your phone eight times a night." Ji Ran reminded him.

Cheng Peng froze, then laughed, put down his phone and said, "Is it?"

"About the company?" Ji Ran asked. "Or Chen An?"

"None, don't mention Chen An, he turned it over in my morning." Cheng Peng sipped.

It didn't take long for Yue Wenwen to rush down, "Jian Yunjian hasn't come yet?"

Cheng Peng put down his glass: "No, what."

Yue Wenwen handed the phone to Cheng Peng: "... I guess he can't come."

Cheng Peng took the mobile phone, which was a Weibo.

The first sentence of Weibo is [Jiang Yunjian spends the first snow with his male assistant and sends 10 million watches].

The article was well illustrated with pictures and pictures of Jiang Yunjian's assistant car this morning, an order for a watch, and a close-up of the big bag in his hand. Then the so-called crew broke the news, saying that the door of Jiang Yunjian's dressing room was often locked, and in the end, there were even pictures of "male assistants" walking side by side with him intimately. The shooting date is attached to each photo.

At the end of the article, he also mentioned that Jiang Yunjian was playing a big name in the crew and asked for leave every day, which slowed down the filming progress. The director dared not speak.

Others could not recognize it, but Ji Ran and Yue Wenwen understood it at a glance.

In the photo, what is the "male assistant" who came out of the hotel with Jiang Yunjian. This figure is clearly Cheng Peng.

——

Jiang Yunjian woke up before he knew he was on hot search.

"If you don't answer the phone again, I will kill your house now!" Bo Zhen's voice was impatient. "What now?"

After reading this Weibo that exposed him, Jiang Yunjian was silent for a long time before he said, "You can do it. As long as you don't involve him, everything else is OK."

"I ca n’t help it. Didn't you find that the article was full of loopholes? What is there to say about the assistant entering and leaving the artist's room? Cheng Peng was found by your position at noon! He also told Cheng Peng and the man from the hotel that day Oh yes ... the assistant is just a guise, and he's asking me for a price now! "Bozhen said with a headache." The price they are asking is so **** ridiculous that the company can't agree ... Otherwise you ask Cheng Peng? He should There will be a solution. "

"... No." Jiang Yunjian refused to think about it.

"Why, Mr. Cheng is very good to you, and this matter is also related to him. It doesn't make sense to help us ..."

Jiang Yunjian said, "He's not convenient."

Bo Town: "What's inconvenient?"

What would he say?

——Cheng Peng may be reconciled with his ex, is it inconvenient for him to come forward?

Besides, he got into Cheng Peng, and why did he help himself?

Only then did Jiang Yunjian realize that his likes would cause trouble to others.

"... Don't bother him anyway. How much did they charge? I'll pay." He retrieved his voice.

Bo Zhen had a headache when he thought of the string of numbers: "tens of millions, how many do you have?"

Jiang Yunjian has worked for so many years, and naturally has a little savings, but he just made an investment some time ago, and donated a lot of it, and he didn't have much cash on hand.

He calculated for a while: "... probably not enough. You ask them, can they be credited? I can write the IOU."

"Are you crazy?" Bo Zhenqi exploded. "When you write an IOU, you always have a handle on someone. Do you know? What do you think ?!"

Jiang Yunjian was calm: "I know, brother."

"... but I have to take him out."

"I was looking for him myself, and I have to take responsibility."

The doorbell rang, and Jiang Yunjian got up on the phone.

At the other end of the phone, Bo Zhen still said, "Why are you so dead-headed ..."

Jiang Yunjian saw the people outside through the cat's eyes and froze.

For a long while, he murmured, "Brother, I have something to do, I'll call you later."

Bozhen Yiyi: "Most of the night, what else do you have? What else can be more important than what I said--"

Jiang Yunjian hung up.

He took a deep breath before opening the door.

Cheng Peng stood outside the door, holding a black umbrella, and looked at him quietly.

Too much happened today, Jiang Yunjian's mind has become a twist: "... how did you come here?"

Cheng Peng said, "I see the news."

Jiang Yun lost his face for a moment, only to say, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Looking at the redness in his eyes, Cheng Peng frowned unconsciously: "Why didn't you answer my phone and why didn't you contact me when something happened?"

"I'm sorry." Jiang Yunjian seemed to only say this sentence, "It is my own responsibility, I will handle it here, and it will not involve you, so rest assured-"

"Your own responsibility?" Cheng Peng seemed to hear a joke.

He put up his umbrella, stepped in, and walked into Jiang Yunjian's house forcefully: "Who do you usually go to bed with?"

Jiang Yunjian said: "What?"

"Reply."

"... You." Thought he had misunderstood, Jiang Yunjian hurriedly, "only you."

"You know it's me, too." Cheng Peng's tone brought a rare temper, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "I took off your clothes, dear you, and you. What happened now, how to become your own responsibility Already? "2k novel reading network