Abused Alpha Quits

"How did you come?"

Mu Xuan received a call from her agent, saying that she had arrived outside the school, and a fleeting disgust appeared in her eyes.

When she arrived at the door, she saw the agent looking at the painted school plaque with a disappointed expression on her face.

After seeing Mu Xuan, the agent shook his head: "This North City No. 1 Middle School, I really dislike it every time I see it."

Then she looked at Mu Xuan, the scrutiny in her eyes was very frightening: "Why did I come, don't you know?"

Mu Xuan did not evade, but looked directly at him: "You know, I don't want to find students from Beicheng No.1 Middle School."

"Jiayi, you have to figure out whether your personal wishes are important or the effects of the show are important?" The agent smiled suddenly, and he approached and straightened out Mu Xuan's collar: "When my mind is not clear, I will make the decision for you."

You only care about money.

Mu Xuan stared at him closely: "Have you ever thought about what if I was discovered by a student in Beicheng No. 1 Middle School?"

She held her head slightly, with determination in her eyes: "Then, that person, just like you and her, will use this to threaten me and force me to submit."

"Why?" The agent was surprised, but squeezed her collar fiercely, with great force, the straight neckline struck out a red mark on the jade-white neck, and the deep voice was like a lover's whisper. , In fact, the devil's warning.

"I am the only person in this world who can threaten you. She is just an accident. Seeing that she is your only friend in the past, I can barely tolerate her, but I will never tolerate others."

"Besides, I believe in your disguise. You are my cash cow, how could I harm you? Are you right? Jiayi?"

Under the shade of the trees on the playground, there was a pale cold fog permeating.

What sets off here is like a misty wonderland.

A woman with a graceful figure wearing a silver mask, while pulling her hair hanging from her forehead behind her ears, opened the ice storage tank of the ice maker and looked at the crystal clear ice cubes stacked inside.

The small square ice cubes, next to each other, are of the same size, cut and cute, inexplicably healing, and easy to think of rock candy, which instantly makes people’s tongue grow fluid, and they want to eat it in their mouths.

Song Miyan's throat moved slightly, staring at the cute little ice cubes in his eyes, swallowing a little, and then looking to sit on the side. After having employees, he acted as Ye Ci shaking his hand as the shopkeeper.

"Boss Ye, you promised to give me the first bowl of shaved ice."

Ye Ci leaned against the ice maker, feeling the cold wind coming out of it, and was cooling off. He turned his head and shook his finger: "Change a song to a bowl of shaved ice, say yes."

Song Miyan glanced at Xiaobing Cube again, and pursed his mouth: "I am 10 yuan for a song, and you only cost 5 yuan for a bowl of shaved ice. It should be half a song."

"Then when we first started talking, you didn't say that it's not good to change your mind temporarily." Ye Ci quit, and talked about good things. How can there be any shame?

"You can't let me, return the boss, really stubborn." Song Qiyan squinted her, scooped out a spoonful of ice with a long-handled stainless steel spoon, and put it into the ice machine.

Ye Ci smiled: "How do you want me to let you, half a song? The part that hears the climax stop abruptly, and it's so uncomfortable to not get up."

Can't you just exchange two bowls of shaved ice for one song?

Don’t you know my appetite?

Not to mention two bowls, even ten bowls...

Song Qiyan glared at her, this person definitely pretended to be stupid on purpose.

The silver mask was exquisite and eye-catching, but her eyes with a small flame were even more dazzling.

Ye Ci looked away, looked into the distance, and stopped teasing her: "Look at you, this is anxious, am I the kind of petty boss who is not sympathetic to employees? A song, just eat as you like, okay? "

Student Song hum: It's pretty much the same.

But the mouth said: "Why are you stingy for a while, and generous for a while, you are like this now, but you will lose money."

"If you lose money, you won't lose your salary." Ye Ci got up and patted the bottom of his body: "Sing."

She bends her eyes: "After singing, I'll start to eat and be full."

Song Miyan took out the shaved crushed ice, put it in a plastic disposable bowl, and topped it with a fragrant strawberry jam.

The red and orange jam, with delicious pulp, flows slowly from the silver-white ice particles, forming a gradient of red and white, which is really beautiful, not to mention the beige hazelnuts dotted on it, the color is moving Fresh blueberries, and a few dried rose petals.

The color, fragrance, and taste are delicious, and it makes people reluctant to eat it.

"What song do you want to listen to?"

"Just the one you want to sing on stage."

"invisible Wings?"

"Ok."

Student Song sang lightly, sang a melodious song in the ice-filled corner, in the delicious and rich fruit fragrance, like a nightingale crying.

Wandering alone and being strong every time.

Every time I was injured, I didn't shed tears.

I

Know, I always have double invisible wings.

Take me to fly,

Flew through despair.

The singing is tactful, condensing moving emotions, and also hiding deep and deep, very careful hopes.

Ye Ci somehow, as if he saw a very small girl with open round eyes and big teardrops in her eyes, but she leaned back on her palm-sized face, sucking her nose hard to prevent them from falling. Come, her head is still tied with two cute croissants, and her feet are torn off **** wings.

Surrounded by dense shadows like tall buildings, pouring in from all directions to swallow her in.

The little girl picked up the wings, held it firmly, and ran wildly, her face was full of horror.

Until she hit her leg, she was surprised at the existence of Ye Ci, and then hugged her knees tightly with her small hands like lotus roots, as if hugging a life-saving driftwood, she tilted her head, Staring at her with pleading eyes, he lifted the blood-stained wings high above her head, her big watery eyes were full of anxiety, her small mouth was open, and the voice asked her milkily:

"Sister, I... My wings are gone, can I still fly?"

OK.

Of course you can.

"Sister, why don't you speak?" The little girl wrinkled her face, her crystal clear tears twirling desperately, almost unable to hold her back.

At the moment that drop fell, Ye Ci hurriedly reached out to take it.

I spoke.

I said it clearly.

you…

"Student Ye?"

"Student Ye, why are you in a daze? Could it be that I really sing so badly?" Song Miyan drew his fingers in circles with a loss.

Ye Ci was stunned: "No, it's a great sing, I'm all fascinated by it."

"It's a perfunctory statement."

Song Miyan inserted a plastic spoon into the shaved ice and muttered a little.

"Song classmate, that, did you wear croissants when you were a kid?"

"Yeah, why..."

Song Miyan raised her eyes and glanced at her strangely, but saw that the playground led to the fence outside the school. Mother Song was viciously grasping the fence with one hand, and pointed at her with the other, screaming with her mouth:

be honest! Don't want to play any tricks! I will keep staring at you!

Staring at you tightly!

The shadow cast by the tall phoenix tree completely shrouded Song Mu in the dark, and the face that was divided by the fence looked extremely vicious.

Song Qiyan trembled in fright, the shaved ice in his hand fell to the ground, making a "click" sound.

The crushed ice, which had been soaked in red jam, instantly flowed out and merged with the dirty ash on the ground, turning into a spreading black spot.

Song Miyan opened his mouth and lowered his arms feebly.

Ye Ci took a step forward, blocking Mother Song's gaze, and quickly changed the subject: "What? Since after school, you have invited your classmates to the noodle shop, so after that, you will resign."

Song Miyan pursed his lips: "I have said, I am not a black yarn dancer, why don't you...don't believe it?"

"Well, you are not."

Ye Ci looked at her trembling eyelashes and followed her words.

Because many classmates sympathized with her this time, they responded more positively to her invitation.

Ye Ci guessed that she should be short of money, and there were other unspeakable concealments, so he suggested: "Why don't you come to me for tuition, five times a week, after school from Monday to Friday, one-on-one, 2 hours at a time ."

Song Miyan looked at her in surprise.

Ye Ci secretly estimated the pocket money that Ye Xiaoru gave him: "150 yuan a time, can it be done? I have to take a monthly exam in a few weeks. I don't want to be too embarrassed. If the effect is significant, there will be a bonus."

Song Miyan had a number in his heart almost instantly. He took two deep breaths and almost wanted to agree, but when the words came to his lips, he turned around, and the next second he turned his eyes: "Are you sympathizing with me?"

Ye Ci was taken aback.

Song Mi was clear, and it really was...sympathetic.

She squeezed her finger: "No need."

"No, there is no sympathy." Ye Ci put out the most serious expression: "The scumbag really wants to get the guidance of the tyrant. Please, classmate Song."

Hearing this, Song Miyan glanced at her again and again, as if to look into her soul.

I want to know her true intentions.

Does it contain the sympathy she least wants.

Ye Ci folded his hands together, but his palms were not closed, revealing the handwriting on his right wrist, which is the lyrics of "Broad Sea and Sky".

"Sir, please~"

Mother Song, who was blocked by Ye Ci's eyes, narrowed her mouth, and uttered to the ground: "What an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! If you don't seduce people all the time, you will die, right?"

Lao Song was taken away by the police for questioning.

Isn't she going to stare here, what if the TV station kills the carbine?

That won't fall short?

If it weren't for worrying about scribbling, she wouldn't be able to marry her, and it's also afraid of pushing her into a hurry and destroying the tranquility of the moment.

That girl, Xiaoyan, is clever and not easy to fool. In the past few years, someone has always talked about her looks. She had discussed with Lao Song in private. If she really ruins her face, then she is a bit of a suspicion that there is no silver three hundred taels here. Will be suspicious.

Besides, only if she is beautiful and married to a mountain village, the man in charge and even the whole village will be guarded as a treasure and will not let her escape from the village.

If you want to change to a woman with a scarred face, the village's alertness will be greatly reduced. Then she and Lao Song will have to pay an extra money to ask someone to stare at it for 24 hours, which is not worthwhile.

The agent and Mu Xuan gathered at the school gate for a short while, pretending that they didn't know anyone, and walked aside.

When I wandered around the shaved ice stall, watching Ye Ci and Song Yaoyan wearing a mask, and Shu Ruotong, who came over to buy shaved ice with a disgusted face, the agent's eyes lit up and he stroked his chin and said, "Those three students are good and they have a good temperament. Outstanding."

Moreover, if he reads it correctly, one of them is the daughter of the former wife of the calligrapher and patron, and it happens that the program team invited the step-wife son who is studying in Nancheng No. 1 Middle School.

Gee.

One is an incurable fool who is rejected by the family, and the other is a genius who is talented and has high hopes from the family.

The daughter of the ex-wife and the son of the step-wife.

A dog-blood drama of a wealthy family.

Why worry about ratings?

The Xu family's mansion covering tens of thousands of acres includes a natural lake and a wonderful mountain range.

In the main house, Mrs. Xu and the richest man Xu are sitting opposite each other, watching the ultra-thin giant-screen TV while eating.

"You slow down, the diversion sound comes back, there will be a while."

The richest man Xu helplessly wiped the sauce from the corners of his mouth with the veil to his wife, his eyes filled with focused tenderness.

"Oh, you don't understand, I can't be seen by her."

Mrs. Xu, who was nearly forty years old, but still beautiful and flawless, while talking, she ate a dozen dishes of food in front of her with her bow left and right.

Although the speed is fast, it also reveals a different kind of elegance.

Xu's richest man removed the empty plate for her and sighed: "Others say that I dote on my daughter. From my point of view, you are the one who dotes on her the most. Why do you care about her opinion so much? I still feel so sneaky at home, I feel sorry for you."

It’s because when Yinyin was very young, she once ran into Mrs. Xu’s true appetite, with a stern face, and solemnly said: "Mom, it’s wrong for you to be like this. As a lady, you should restrain your desires. Not a lady! I don't like you like this."

Since then, Mrs. Xu, who can eat but not fat, is in her own home, but like a thief, she has to dare to let go of eating while her daughter is away.