"jingle--"

The cell phone ringing was ringing wildly.

Curled up on the sofa, the bulging ball trembled, as if frightened by the sudden sound.

The ringtone of the cell phone seemed to be getting faster and faster, like a death-induced death.

The hand gently tapped the phone with slender, slender, pale and delicate blood vessels so clearly.

The person on the other end of the phone could not wait.

"Ancestor, you finally answered the phone. The boss is going to pick you up in person. He has already set off. You should pack up quickly. You can't put the director pigeons on it today."

The familiar exaggeration instantly broke the empty silence in the living room.

The boy was slightly stunned and sat upright in a daze. The hair on his head swayed quietly for a few times.

"I know, I know."

I haven't spoken for a long time, my clear voice is dry and hoarse, but it is inexplicably seductive.

The other end of the phone seemed to be silent for a moment, and then the voice slowed down, "Just know, Xiao Qiu, the boss looks down on you. We must seize this opportunity and work hard to climb up. Don't look at you now. In this fast food era, once you have no resources, you will be forgotten within a few months."

The boy was silent for a long time, and his fingers holding the phone seemed to support the weight weakly.

"Bang--"

The phone fell to the ground.

It seemed that these words made him think of something, and his delicate and beautiful face turned pale.

He hugged his legs tightly with his hands, and his whole body was trembling like a trapped little beast, helpless and desperate.

What to do? He is so dirty, so dirty...

He was given to different people and committed to various faces.

Their hands lingered on his body, leaving different marks on this body.

He is not clean anymore, and even the entertainment industry he loves seems to be mocking him.

You see, you are just using your body to be a waste, a cheap and cheap thing, and are you worthy of fans who like you?

Will fans know your past and present, and will they support you again?

No, no, no one likes him.

The boy closed his eyes in pain and closed himself out of the world.

The sound on the phone gradually calmed down and seemed to be hung up.

The living room is terrible.

It is clearly the season when spring is warm, why is it so cold...

Strong inferiority and anxiety almost swallowed up the teenager's reason. In addition, I waited for nearly a night last night and didn't wait for that one to come home, silent tears came down.

It was even more terrifying than crying with a broken heart. He opened his godless eyes and shed tears wildly. He couldn't stop it, and there was silence in his eyes.

He seemed to be unable to find the meaning of survival.

In a trance, the phone ringtone rang again.

The boy wiped the corners of his wet eyes and bent down to pick up his phone.

“Down.”

On the other end of the phone was the voice of a young man, cold and low.

"……good."

The boy responded softly, and his voice became even hoarse because he cried.

Mu Yinxian had heard his crying voice, and never collapsed in despair like this.

He got out of the car and looked at the not-high-end community building in front of him.

Forget it, while he is still interested in this young boy, take a little care.

"I'll come up to pick you up, stay at home and don't run around."

After saying that, he died and did not give the other party a chance to react.

When Mu Yinxian saw the boy.

He was still maintaining the action of answering the phone, his delicate little face pale and bloody.

As if he heard the sound of opening the door, he slowly turned his head and tried to smile.

"Boss, you're here."

Whether he was feeling distressed or angry, Mu Yinxian felt that his heart was being grabbed by a pair of big hands, which made him almost breathless.

"You know I am your funder, too?"

"Is it that I am going to make me hate you?"

Mu Yinxian rarely feels sad when he is emotionally out of control. Seeing the boy's decadent and half-dead look, he feels distressed.

Hell, he actually felt pity for the pet he kept.

He Mingqiu cried so hard that his nose turned red. He took a careful look. Zhou Junchen tried his best to please the big shot behind the entertainment industry.

Mu Yinxian, young and handsome, is the top boss that all men and women in the entertainment industry dream of getting along with each other.

He Mingqiu was sent to Mu Yinxian's bed by Zhou Junchen using a strategy.

Mu Yinxian happened to fall in love with him.

As long as he meets Mu Yinxian regularly, he can obtain resources and money that others will never get in their lifetime.

But so what, he is dirty after all.
Chapter completed!