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

"School flower, let go." Luo Zhixing's voice was low, but stern, Su Qingyuan lowered his eyes and turned his head. He didn't see the person in front of him clearly, only felt that the warm palm surrounded the painful hand.

The hot fingertips were inserted from the clenched palms, patiently and tolerantly, soothing his tight nerves. Luo Zhixing's strength was very strong. When Su Qingyuan's palm power was dissipated, he quickly occupied the high ground with his hot palm.

Luo Zhixing frowned, took out the **** pen, and used some paper to **** his blood.

"Fortunately, the wound is not deep, you, don't be squeezed all the time, let alone joke about the flesh of your own body. Occasionally, I also look at people around me. Look at me, I am tall and mammoth. That kind. I’m so unhappy, say hello to me. Good brother, for a lifetime."

Luo Zhixing gently shook his hand back, his fingers with distinct knuckles had a warmth that an ice-cold pen did not have.

There was no expression on Su Qingyuan's face, but she looked like a timid cat, gently using her paw, and quickly felt Luo Zhixing's warm fingers.

This warmth is enough for him to continue to confront Ruan Mingcheng.

Since Ruan Mingcheng heard the words from the camera, his mind has been alarmed. He thinks it is perfect. The miniature cameras are placed in places that are extremely difficult to detect. The mezzanine of the English dictionary, the socket, the corner of the closet... are not easy to spot!

But Ruan Mingcheng also knew that since Su Qingyuan had spoken out directly, it proved that he had obtained evidence. Zhang Hong was right, and quickly admitted that he might be able to get 10% back from Su Qingyuan.

"Yes, I admit that after I got married, I installed a camera at home. I didn't plan to spy on Yu Jingshu, I just...I'm just a little addicted...Isn't that a big deal?"

"Nothing? Doesn't Mr. Ruan think he's abnormal? I'll tell you one more thing, mom... Yu Jingshu has already noticed your surveillance. She also installed a camera at home, so everything you do to her , All have video surveillance."

"What!!" Ruan Mingcheng yelled, the body excitement caused by the rapid heartbeat turned into a large sweat bead and stayed behind. His back was already wet, and the pink shirt was on his body, making him breathless.

He carefully recalled the abnormal situation at home, his heart beating fast. Where did Yu Jingshu hide the camera! How many things are recorded in that camera! No, if that camera is exposed, he will be completely finished!

Ruan Mingcheng's attitude changed in an instant. He pleaded in a low voice, "Xiaoyuan, is the video right with you? Dad is wrong. Dad shouldn't treat you like that. Will you go home with Dad? You have always liked Dad. Yes, when you were young, the composition you won in the regional competition was "My Good Dad". Haven't you written "Dad, the Guide of My Life" before? Dad will pick you up now, even if you are not your own. , I don’t care either. We have lived together for so many years and we have already gotten used to each other."

"Then can you kick Bai Yunshu out?"

"This...hahaha, of course! If Xiaoyuan really doesn't like him, I will kick him out, and my father will only be your son! In the future, Mingxin Group will also belong to you, and our family can be together again. "Ruan Mingcheng's hair was wet with sweat, and his head was broken by the secretary, with some pain because of sweat.

Su Qingyuan chuckled lightly, and Luo Zhixing held her palm tightly.

He finally raised his radiant eyes, peach blossom eyes widened slightly, and he stretched out his fingers to write on the palm of Luo Zhixing's palm: Hot.

Luo Zhixing's palm was numb, his brain was down, his tiny touch was infinitely magnified, and Cupid's arrow was about to pierce him into a hedgehog. In Luo Zhixing's world, Xinghui, which had been slow for a few light years, finally flickered and glowed. He lowered his head and thought, damn, why is he so sullen!

Su Qingyuan: "That video is in my hands. It records every bit of your domestic violence against her. Ruan Mingcheng, how did Yu Jingshu die?"

Sure enough, in his hands! Ruan Mingcheng kept wiping his sweat. He nodded and said, "How do I know? After Bai Moxin died, I was also very sad. I just used electric-shock-sticks to power her instead of holding golf clubs like before. Beat her, but why is she crazy? What kind of depression is she pretending, I think she can eat and drink, she must be pretending! Before she died, she told Yu Minyi and the others that she wanted a divorce. She was crazy on the spot if Yu Minyi hadn’t given it to her, she would have killed me! You said depression is really so scary?"

"..." Su Qingyuan bit her lower lip, her voice suddenly sinking, "That is to say, you admit that you have long-term domestic violence, even indirect domestic violence caused death, right."

"It can be said. But I don't like the word domestic violence. I was just teaching my wife. Xiaoyuan, after talking so much, can you give me a video? Dad will definitely change it in the future and stop being so harsh to you. Yes. But, it’s best to go to the Internet to clarify, look at the people who scold me on the Internet..."

Su Qingyuan burst into laughter, the four words Fenghua Peerless merged on his delicate face, with the cunning of a little fox, Luo Zhixing raised his lips and smiled, according to his instinct, his school flowers should stretch out and hide themselves. The claws under the soft pad.

Sure enough, Su Qingyuan's overall temperament suddenly increased. Just now he was chatting lightly, but now he is arrogant and contemptuous, his eyes are indifferent and alienated to the extreme, like everything in the world, no one can enter his eyes, let alone walk into his heart.

"Ruan Mingcheng, do you really think I would care about my relationship with you and your company? Are you worthy?" His voice was casual, "Don't worry, the video will be shown to you, it's just in court. Finally. Let me tell you two things. First, the family-violent crime; second, I have recorded every word you said on the phone just now. Mr. Ruan, the **** is cold, go down and make atonement!"

"You! Su Qingyuan—" Before Ruan Mingcheng had finished speaking, Su Qingyuan directly hung up, "I-cao you uncle!"

Ruan Mingcheng, who was anxious, slammed the phone directly to the ground. He gasped for breath. He felt a little pain in his heart and his eyes couldn't see clearly. The temples tightened and jumped suddenly, and his body began to sweat again. Ruan Mingcheng gasped, and the whole figure looked like a fish caught from the water.

In a short time, he thought of many things in his mind. For example, whether domestic violence offenders do not break the law, or what is domestic violence. Has he ever been violent against Yu Jingshu's family all the time?

No, he always felt that he loved Yu Jingshu. What if Su Qingyuan took him to court? What can those videos prove? Yu Jingshu is dead! Is it possible to ask her if she is dead?

Ruan Mingcheng's heart shrank suddenly. Yes, Yu Jingshu is dead, it is impossible to ask her again, Yu Jingshu's video does not prove any problems, and Yu Jingshu's installation of a camera at home is a shameful thing. Count it like this... Isn't it equally shameful that he has installed so many cameras in his home?

Wait, the problem is still domestic violence after all. What if I saw the record? What if you see Yu Jingshu beating Yu Jingshu constantly, can this prove his domestic violence? As long as he insists that this is Yu Jingshu's special hobby, will he be fine?

In other words, the video alone is actually not a critical piece of evidence. and so…

So Su Qingyuan wants him to admit it himself!

Thinking of this, Ruan Mingcheng suddenly understood. Zhang Hong said that Su Qingyuan is a child and he wouldn't be angry with him, just coax him. These words are clearly a trap!

Had it not been for Zhang Hong to say so, he would not have called Su Qingyuan and would not fall into Su Qingyuan's trap!

Ruan Mingcheng was anxious, and his nosebleeds suddenly appeared. He gasped, staring at Zhang Hong in front of him, gritted his teeth and said: "You and Su Qingyuan are a big group, right? What kind of benefits did he give you to make you work like this! Zhang Hong, I won't let you go! "

Zhang Hong himself was wronged: "What the **** is going on, haven't you and Su Qingyuan been able to reach a conclusion?"

Ruan Mingcheng picked up the ashtray directly from the table and slammed it down at Zhang Hong's innocent face.

"Ruan Mingcheng, are you crazy!" Zhang Hong couldn't dodge, and was smashed into his temple.

Zhang Hong almost crawled out of Ruan Mingcheng's office. The office was empty, and the cigarettes I had just smoked still had some human smell. Ruan Mingcheng's anger gushed out, and he swept all the computers and files on the desktop onto the ground.

Looking at the messy office, Ruan Mingcheng suddenly became sober. He looked at his bleeding palm, and the pain began to spread. He thought, when he felt the pain of beating Yu Jingshu, wouldn't it be domestic violence?

He sat slumped in the middle of the office. I took the cell phone that was smashed into Iraq, looked at the harsh words on it, and tremblingly lit a cigarette for myself.

Sunlight came in through the blinds, only he was dark, he knew instantly—

He lost!

Sitting in this office all the year round, I have become accustomed to the upper-class life. The most difficult thing for Ruan Mingcheng is the eyes of the masses. This time he may go to jail. What about the Mingxin Group, which symbolizes his love crystallization?

Just as Ruan Mingcheng was thinking about it, a small assistant hurried over: "Mr. Ruan, the board of directors is holding an emergency meeting."

Ruan Mingcheng paused, the news spread so quickly!

The board of directors holds an emergency meeting at this juncture, and there is only one possibility-let him step down! Without him, wouldn't the company become a tool for others to earn money? Ruan Mingcheng didn't want to watch the company change the dynasty that he had worked so hard for his whole life, so he surrendered all his shares to Bai Yunshu and He Yi just before he approached the meeting room.

Soon, Mingxin Group issued an announcement: Mr. Ruan Mingcheng could no longer bear the burden of the company due to his personal age. Here, Mingxin Group will be taken care of by Bai Yunshu. At the same time, everything that Mr. Ruan Mingcheng does will be borne by the individual and has nothing to do with the group.

As soon as this news came out, it was regarded as saving the life of Mingxin Group.

At the same time, the top management of Jinglan Group is also holding a meeting, mainly to address the problem of product plagiarism.

Due to the interspersed issue of the Mingxin Group’s replacement, Poison Tongue Lianqi expressed his opinion: “I have to admit that the high level of Mingxin Group reacted very quickly. Although it damaged Ruan Mingcheng, he embraced the new product. The other party’s new product, Bai Xue No trace, just like our product positioning, it is used to remove acne marks and scars, and I extremely suspect that someone took away the formula from the company or took away the new product being tested."

Gan Lin frowned: "But the people who were exposed to the new product at the time were only a few internal members. It is impossible for anyone to analyze the new product unless someone inside us betrayed the group."

Gan Lin really didn't know much about the world, and he didn't say anything taboo. He didn't know what he said that scared the people present to change their faces.

Su Qingyuan: "There is no betrayal problem. The new product has not been lost, and the data is kept very well. If I didn't guess wrong, it should be a problem with the formula. I brought the formula from the Su family, but Bai Yunshu used to work in the Su family. Babysitter, when he left, he should have taken part of the formula."

"If he really has a formula, what should we do with our new product? The amateur plan has already started, and the new product cannot be redone. Baixue Wuhen has been on the market before us, and our product has been lost. Taking the first opportunity, when customers get used to Baixue Wuhen, our products will lose their own customers. Even because of the formula problem, Mingxin Group can also sue us for plagiarism." Gan Lin anxiously scratched his hair. The curled hair is full of anxiety.

Lian Qi told him not to panic, Gan Lin became more anxious. Although Gan Lin had a lot of spooky ideas, he didn't know what to do in this situation: "Can you prove that Bai Yunshu stole the Su family's formula back then?"

"No." Since Su Taiqiang did not have the habit of installing surveillance at home, there was no evidence at all.

Gan Lin suddenly felt like an eggplant beaten by frost: "What can I do then?"

"It's not a big problem, let them copy it." Su Qingyuan tapped a few fingers on the desktop, "Student plans to release tonight and start registering. I am looking forward to the next new product launch."

At the end of the meeting, Su Qingyuan collected the information and got up. He looked out and saw a ray of golden light breaking through the clouds in autumn all day long. Shining through the glass on the fresh Queen Farah on the conference table, it was a little trance.

The rare daylight made Su Qingyuan a little happy. He recovered and looked at the integrated "teammates" and smiled from the heart.

His face was faint, but his eyes were shining in an instant. The bright red Fara queen with curled edges seemed to be pinned to his chest, but his lips were slightly upward and the lower lip at the end of the eyes, which made people feel stunning and brilliant. Like a scorching peach blossom wind, charming eyes.

And behind him, there are the two big characters of the theme element of Xueji Wuhen—"New Life".

The corners of his lips curled up, and his voice was playful and relaxed: "I hope that everyone and the future Jinglan Group can be reborn just like these two words."

Fierce applause suddenly sounded off the court.

Gan Lin's cheeks were red, and he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Don't laugh, my heart is going to die..."

Lian Qi said with an indifferent expression: "I brought a quick heart pill, can I have one?"

Gan Lin: "..."

Su Qingyuan didn't know that he had gained the title of "fairy president" in the company. After learning that Ruan Mingcheng was arrested, he suddenly felt relieved. The original route to go home was completely scrapped. Su Qingyuan chose to take a walk outside.

As an assistant, Luo Zhixing also followed. Su Qingyuan expressed puzzled: "Now it's time for you to get off work, assistant."

"I live here and I will be a personal bodyguard for you. The boss of the school flower pays me overtime, and the personal bodyguard has to add 100 yuan."

In the autumn, there are rows of golden clover on both sides of the road. The light and shadow of the city turn into small dots in the distance, and the vehicles passing by occasionally disappear slowly in front of them.

Su Qingyuan chuckled softly: "Then you are really cheap." After speaking, he drew a hundred yuan from the wallet and put it in Luo Zhixing's hands.

Luo Zhixing obediently said: "Thank you, boss." Then he became serious: "Thank you for the good school girl~"

"Look for a fight." Su Qingyuan pretended to be.

Two people walk side by side, this kind of time is common in student periods, and it is very leisurely to rush to class or spread out together in student period. Luo Zhixing didn't know where he looked at something, and suddenly said to Su Qingyuan, "Wait for me."

Just as Su Qingyuan wanted to say "Where are you going", she saw Luo Zhixing going to the nearby park.

There is a small park nearby. At night, the sound of square dancing, traffic and dog barking merge into the market.

Luo Zhixing's figure quickly disappeared into the crowd. It was not the first time that Su Qingyuan saw him become ill, and did not leave for a while, waiting for him in place.

After a while, this person came out of some grass, mysteriously, with some grass blades on his head. I took a closer look at the wrinkled shirt on my body, even some scratches.

Su Qingyuan frowned, wondering: "Where did you go? Why did it seem like you just came back from a fight?"

Luo Zhixing couldn't hold back his face, and after throwing the contents to Su Qingyuan, he immediately took out a wet towel and wiped it with him: "Hey, I blame the dog just now for chasing me. I was chased like this for the first time in my life. !"

"What is the dog chasing you for?" Su Qingyuan held the heavy and mellow thing in his hand, and looked down...

It's an orange.

When she was young, Yu Jingshu planted an orange in the yard. The yellow-orange oranges were very attractive since they bloomed. Finally, waiting for the oranges to mature and ready to eat, Su Qingyuan just reached out and was beaten by Bai Moxin. Afterwards, Ruan Mingcheng had the tree cut down, and Su Qingyuan never thought about eating oranges.

"In the future, I will pick you up and climb trees. I still have to be able to jump and jump like me." Luo Zhi's eye pupils under the orange lights are as bright as stars.

Su Qingyuan held the orange, as if dreaming, returning to his teenage years.

He looked up under the tree, and surrounded by half-human Baizilian. He cautiously stood on his toes and stretched out his hand. When he failed several times, the tall and handsome boy jumped up and delivered the orange to his hand-later, I will pick it for you.

The dream fantasy was broken in the rushing bell.

Su Qingyuan answered the phone and heard the other angrily questioning: "Su Qingyuan! You-him-mother dare to lie to me!"

"Heh, Mr. Zhang, is it too late to find out now?"

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Question: What does the lead author Su Qingyuan think about compositions such as "My Good Dad" and "Dad, My Beacon"?

Su Qingyuan: Isn't that the elementary school proposition composition?

【Chatting】

Brother Moe is very sorry, I won't reply to your comments in the future.

In fact, you can also see that you don’t know how to write essays, the plot is naive, and the plot is naive. I don’t know where I can go. I kind of like to chat with you, and I feel very happy. Your comments are the motivation for my codewords.

But recently, I have always felt a lot of "friendliness" towards me. I am still very glass-hearted and feel very annoying. I always feel that I am a thick-skinned, but I also think that it is better to stop it, my heart is very tired, writing every day like a house, it is all my sins, I can’t bear it, too. It's heavy.

In order to make me feel a little more comfortable, I decided not to read the comments, so I may not read the cubs who catch the insects. If it is not a big problem, shall we catch the insects together afterwards?

I always love to read texts rationally, positive and optimistic, brothers cute~ okay~ tomorrow will be thicker and longer!