The Rich and Vicious Male Supporting Character is Tearing up the Script

Is there anything in your life that you can lose if you take a step back? If not, please be brave and fight hard.

During the period when Cheng Luyu lost consciousness, the words of teenagers kept appearing in his mind.

When he was a teenager, bearing the name of "illegal son", he was scolded countless times. Saliva, sputum, soda, cigarette butts...like all dirty and venting objects greeted him.

But he did not understand.

"Mom, I'm an illegitimate child. Am I wrong? If I was born with a mistake, why should I be born into the world?"

"..." Mom was always silent.

In her silence, what often accompanies is a plume of smoke and dust from a poor wooden house after cigarette butts, scarlet sparks have dispersed.

Cheng Luyu thought about countless questions, but was always stuck on the same question. It's like drawing a circle and returning to the original starting point.

"Why can't I choose to be born?"

why?

what?

What about it?

...

"If I cannot choose my own birth, then I can choose my own death."

"I've lived, but it's painful. Things that each of you find happy, I don't feel happy at all. Is there anything worthy of pleasure? Is there a girl worthy of liking?"

"Teacher? In addition to knowledge, the teacher didn't move me, mentor? My mentor is even more absent. No one has ever noticed me."

"...There is always something that makes me feel that the world is still worthy of nostalgia? There is always a little touch in my heart... No, I have tried my best just to live, not to mention that there are still people who want me to die."

"You asked me why I didn't resist? Because I was so tired."

——Cheng Luyu said to herself.

But what makes him more painful is why death is so painful.

When he was a child, he once thought that if he rode a bicycle and walked in a certain direction, would he reach the end of the world?

But after he learned the knowledge, he realized that everything can only go back to the dot.

After he has gone through all kinds of torture, wasted and evaded everything, he returned to the point of facing his own identity.

He was so scared to live, but the hand of the stranger who held him tightly conveyed the warmth to him.

When Cheng Luyu opened his eyes, he figured out the philosophical question.

"If I cannot choose my own birth, then I also cannot choose my own death, but I can choose my own future."

He turned his head and saw the young man holding his hand tightly.

The soft sunlight smeared on the top of his hair, the boy was lying on the edge of the bed, his eyelashes quivered, and the delicate and warm cheeks were blushing, and from him, the light extended.

Following the light, Cheng Luyu saw a brand-new future that could be looked directly at, and a face of resentment that could not be concealed by the blue, convulsive strange and handsome man.

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Cheng Luyu was rescued. After walking through Guimenguan twice, he was a lot thinner, almost only a skeleton left. Before Su Qingyuan rescued him just because it happened, but this time, Su Qingyuan knew that the person in front of him was the researcher he was looking for, and he couldn't bear to die if he said anything.

For Cheng Luyu, he has a certain amount of respect in his heart. As early as a student, he looked at the papers written by Lu Yu in the process. The other party was a scientific research madman, and his scientific research spirit was more than that of him. But it is a pity that Cheng Luyu died young. After his death, his academic value immediately soared and became the most regrettable scientific researcher.

Therefore, when he learned that Cheng Luyu might end her life just like her previous life, Su Qingyuan rescued the person in time following the address given by the netizen who abused Cheng Luyu.

And Cheng Luyu's suicide was pushed out. The person who was still insulting Cheng Luyu the other day, his face changed, and he responded to the sentence "After you die, the whole world will start to love you."

Everyone is calling for "no cyber violence", but when they put aside these masks, they quickly pulled a small group of individuals to criticize him.

——It's really fragile, and I didn't do anything to him.

——I'm not allowed to talk about plagiarism, the world has changed.

——Oh, don’t you need to explain anything when you die? It's **** disgusting.

But for these, Cheng Luyu didn't care at all.

There are two ways of human existence. The first is biological existence, which is the existence of life characteristics; the second is cognitive existence, which means "I exist because I am perceived. I exist in your eyes." ".

Perhaps many people are talking about his plagiarism, but what Cheng Luyu cares about is the perception in Su Qingyuan's eyes.

"Do you think I copied it?" Cheng Luyu was very nervous, his hands shaking while holding the quilt.

Shui-colored eyes of the other party carried the cunning of peach blossoms and the gentleness of spring.

"With your strength, there is no need for plagiarism, I believe you. Even, I want to give you all the company's research department, with an annual salary of 100 million. What can I buy for equipment?"

There is no such thing as softer and firmer words.

Cheng Luyu was born to the present, the first time he was discovered, his eyes were full of tears, but he did not dare to cry because of face.

The big man stuffed his head into the quilt and drew it up. Su Qingyuan wanted to leave enough space for him and went out.

He was reluctant to leave Su Qingyuan, and stretched out his hand to hold the other's hand, but he couldn't help crying.

When he was almost crying, he got out of the quilt in embarrassment. He just wanted to apologize, but turned to Luo Zhixing's iron-green face.

Cheng Luyu: "..."

Luo Zhixing: "Don't love me, to no avail."

"..." Cheng Luyu was feeling cold, quickly let go of the other's hand, and asked: "What is your relationship with him?"

Ah. mock up!

Can't you tell with your eyes that the school flower is the piece of Tang monk meat I'm guarding?

blind!

Luo Zhixing took out the wet tissue, carefully wiped his fingers clean inside and out, his eyes were picked up, and the corners of his mouth were sneered: "Excessive friendship, sexual relations, marriage relations."

Cheng Luyu QWQ.

First love, broken heart.

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"Public relations department prepares."

"Find out what Yun Shu and He Yi are doing."

"Find a way to clarify the incident of Cheng Luyu's plagiarism."

The three tasks were quickly divided, and Lian Qi and Gan Lin were in a state of emergency preparations, seemingly busy to clarify, but Gan Lin has already prepared several versions of clarification.

Only after reading it, Su Qingyuan felt that it was not hard enough.

Gan Lin's grievance: "There is no way, we don't have the video evidence of the year. Bai Yunshu can never admit it by himself, right?"

He wanted to show it in front of Su Qingyuan.

As early as when Bai Xue Wuhen came out, he had already begun to make plans, but he didn't expect that all the plans were stuck in a key link and there was no evidence.

Laboratory data can be provided, but the other party's information is also incomplete, and the same data can also be falsified.

Project development time? The other party clenched the formula problem, which is difficult to distinguish.

Su Qingyuan thought for a while, and handed the case of Cheng Luyu's plagiarism to Gan Lin: "I will handle the case of Bai Yunshu personally. You can handle the case of Cheng Luyu's plagiarism. I believe that with your ability, you will be able to pick out Cheng Luyu's innocence. "

Gan Lin happily said, "Then I will deal with this. If you can't handle Bai Yunshu's affairs, I and Lian Qi will come back immediately."

"Okay, if I really can't figure it out, I can only ask you two great gods to come back." President Xiao Su has a delicate appearance, peachy eyes are moist and clear, and when he moves, he will be fascinating.

He recalled the events of his previous life as much as possible.

After Cheng Luyu was ruined, she chose to end her life. However, someone found some personal habits in Cheng Luyu's academic papers, and there was a miscalculated data in a certain paper.

Su Qingyuan stopped Gan Lin, who was about to leave, and pointed out: "You should take a closer look at the data part of the academic paper, and it is best to let Cheng Luyu verify the professional part. Since it is plagiarism, it is better to implement it in the paper itself."

Gan Lin smiled, nodded, and closed the office door.

After Gan Lin left, Su Qingyuan added some preservative to the vase and inserted a few Queen Farah plants into it.

With the scent of Damascus rose from Queen Farah, his thoughts return to his childhood.

Standing alone in the snow, there is almost no heat on the body, bustling people coming or leaving from this street, no one is here to ask: "Hello."

Su Qingyuan was wearing a small skirt, wrapped in a thick down jacket, shrank in the coming winter snow.

The lively hot and sour noodle shop next to it is pot after pot. The boss put a small handful of soaked hot and sour noodles in a special small bamboo basket and put them in the bone broth to cook them. Put seasoning and a large spoonful of mustard in a small porcelain bowl next to it, and finally top with hot bone broth.

I am used to eating fine clothes and jade food and living a rich life. I never imagined that a spoonful of hot and sour powder can be fascinating.

Su Qingyuan's eyes were shining with hot and sour noodles, touched the bag, and couldn't even get five dollars.

"Are you an orphan? Lost?" A man came out from behind, wearing a denim jacket, with a pair of children's Air Force One on his feet. The other party's childishness is not off, the tail of the eye is picked up, the typical ruffian master, the dude boy, "Hey, I'm talking to you, and I don't care about people. You are also a faraway from home. We are like-minded. I invite you to dinner, my lord. "

The ruffian master seems to be talkative, familiar, and uneasy. But Su Qingyuan was too hungry. He never thought that hunger could take away his life, but he tasted it today.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I just have a lot of money, and I want to find someone who can be seen. When I saw you, standing in the snow for so long, I guessed that you are just like me. I ran away from home. I think we must get along. Your parents are as annoying as mine?" The young master slapstick chattered like a bun.

While sitting in the small shop and shrinking his feet, Master Ruffian began to complain about his family. Now Su Qingyuan finally feels that the other party is not a personal trafficker, because there is no human trafficker who will talk endlessly about his family's affairs, regardless of the size, such as the straight pillar of the house, as small as the color of a toothbrush.

"It's so annoying. Let me inherit the family business every day. Doesn't I still have a big brother in my family? He will soon inherit. I am a destroyer of family planning and the conclusion of a super-birth plan. You said that I might as well have more births. The barbecued pork. They think it's boring, and I think it's boring."

"Puff..." Su Qingyuan couldn't help but smile.

He is still young, his facial features are not yet differentiated, and he is quite pure that is indisputable between male and female. The peach blossom eyes are still round, but the tail of the eyes is slightly upward, and he smiles like a small moon. The ends of the eyes are red, and the corners of the lips are also red, like a transparent strawberry candy, which makes people want to take a bite.

"What are you laughing at?" Luo Zhixing's cheeks were a little red. He looked at the little girl in front of him. His apple was a little itchy and his heart was a little fast. Even when he asked, his voice was particularly low and hoarse.

"Little girl" smiled and curled her eyes, her pupils were like sea water reflecting the sky, clean and clear: "I think you are quite interesting."

"Really?" Luo Zhixing blinked his eyes, his throat getting more and more itchy, as if the invisible love at first sight was about to jump out of his throat, turning into a youthful change of voice, "Then you think I'm grown up. Who will become? Policeman? President? Scientist?"

"Hot and sour noodles--" The boss smiled loosely, and after sprinkling a handful of green onion, he brought up 20,000 hot and sour noodles with hot chili oil.

Su Qingyuan's words reached her lips, and she was hooked away by the hot and sour powder. He eats plainly and elegantly on weekdays, and Ruan’s family has almost no spicy dishes, but today, it’s sour and refreshing.

It's not too spicy, but it's full of fragrance. Especially the cabbage that is full of soup is sweet and refreshing, with endless aftertaste.

The satisfaction of being full made Su Qingyuan warm up all over. His whole body's vigilance was also softened by this warmth, his peach blossom eyes were lazy and charming, his pale lips became ruddy, showing a seductive color.

The end of his eyes was picked up, young and pure, like a peach blossom in bud.

"You are great. Maybe you can be a good detective."

Luo Zhixing frowned, "Why a detective?"

Young and naive, second-year, with all kinds of speculations about the future, Su Qingyuan's voice has not changed, soft and sticky.

"Because it's so handsome."

The two walked along the icy street to the old church. There are no people here, and the decadent walls have become children's playgrounds. The corners of the walls are covered with snow, and a few stubborn weeds can occasionally be seen.

Luo Zhixing stepped onto the collapsed boulder across the church, and reached out to pull Su Qingyuan, who was obediently on the ground, up.

"Hmm..." Su Qingyuan screamed while pressing his skirt with one hand, then he fell into Luo Zhixing's arms and screamed again.

Luo Zhixing put "she" aside and laughed at her: "Why are you so courageous?"

Su Qingyuan didn't speak, looking down from a height, the city was covered in white snow, and it was frighteningly quiet. Occasionally, there is a layer of red lanterns floating on the snow, and it is the lights of Wanjia.

"Ah, this looks like a rose." The boy was hearty, his feet dangling in the air.

Su Qingyuan tilted her head, her eyes filled with doubts.

"like what?"

The young Langpi smiled, open-minded and innocent.

"Queen Farah."

"Queen Farah?" Su Qingyuan, who knows nothing about roses, has a head of heart that is Fushun by the rose named Queen Farah. "What kind of flower is that?"

Luo Zhixing looked at the innocent and innocent girl, his heart itch. His little deer rammed around, and his moon river was slumped. He coughed slightly, and the cold winter wind blew away the hotness of his cheeks.

"The flower shape of a classical rose is curled like white snow, with a flame-like curl at the end of the petals."

"..." Su Qingyuan silently remembered in her heart, after many years, she accidentally swiped the roses among thousands of flowers, only Queen Fara, like the only soul burning quietly in the white snow.

He asked the boy: "Will we meet again?"

The young man patted the dust on his **** and kissed the back of his hand with his head down. It was an ancient etiquette.

"We will definitely meet again."

The silent streets are covered with snow, and the lights of Wanjia light up the soul of the city, just like the silent curling of Queen Fara.

But the appearance of the boy has become blurred, I only remember that there is a dog's head on the boy's jeans. Now that I think about it, saying that "I will see you again" is just a joke of a teenager.

Even Su Qingyuan himself only occasionally thought of it, but occasionally sighed.

Su Taiqiang called and asked if he needed to help him suppress the comment.

Su Qingyuan wanted to say no, but remembered that he had received a complaint from Secretary Su Taiqiang before: "Mr. Su, don't be too polite with Mr. Su. He is often lonely lately. If this continues, his temper will become more mad. People say that this continues You will get dementia."

He cleared his throat and said softly to his brother: "I feel very happy in my heart to have a big brother helping me."

"Don't say it." Su Taiqiang's cheeks were flushed, and his eye circles were also red. To put it a little bit more, his handsome and golden overall image will of course disappear.

How can others see him so unglamorous?

Su Qingyuan said: "Everything is up to my brother. I may have to do something else."

Su Taiqiang snorted in his heart, vaguely feeling that his brother is going to do something extraordinary.

But what does that matter?

He remembered that Su Qingyuan, a young talent, had to be constrained in the behavior of "good children". Every word and deed is like a delicate doll. As the heir of the Ruan family, he needs to study frantically when he is young and he must be very decent to the outside world. He is constantly deprived of his childhood, leaving only boring books. When he grows up he guards the company, like a dragon knight guarding the treasure.

But what about the real him? There may be a little bit of watch behind the few words, like, I once wanted to reach out to pick that orange.

...

Therefore, he does not want to be just a good boy. The good boy Ruan Qingyuan had long since died in the prison of his previous life, and his weather has turned into a pile of bones.

Su Qingyuan now.

Climb back from hell, to kill.

Su Qingyuan hung up the phone with Su Taiqiang and sent a message to Bai Yunshu, asking him to come out.

Like before, Bai Yunshu's random tricks of the next three abuses can make him a headache, and until his death in his previous life, Su Qingyuan still wanted to compete fairly with the other party.

Words and deeds are constrained by regularity and cannot be free for a moment. It was like that young man who jumped up and stood freely on the broken boulder, but he raised his head and couldn't take a step, because as an elegant young master, the behavior of climbing trees was severely stopped.

But the boy took his hand.

In the same street scene over and over.

Su Qingyuan understood it for the first time, and escaped comfortably.

Street view is no longer street view.

Rather, Queen Fara with hot magma poured on white snow.

With the sacks ready, Su Qingyuan was about to leave the office, but was interrupted by a hurried ringtone.

"Brother, is there anything else?"

The other party was panting, and his voice was deep and strong.

"Be brave to do what you want to do, no matter what happens, brother will always be your shield, the strongest shield!"

Ah, it's dead.

Su Qingyuan's palm was numb.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

[Luo Zhixing]: Let me go! ! ! I want to kill the beast Cheng Luyu! ! ! ! How can he hold my daughter-in-law's hand? ? ? Ma Ma I can't stand this grievance! ! ! ! ! !

【Chatting】

I changed the layout, will it look more comfortable?

I try the new way of writing normally, do you have to look comfortable like this?

Daily life: Queen Farah in my house has sprout recently, straight up, optimizing the sky. I feel wronged and shrunk in a pot the size of a teacup, I'm so poor QWQ

I will start returning to Brother Moe’s comments recently! ! Come call me hahaha