The script has not changed the clichéd plot of the original book at all: all kinds of handsome and rich men are jealous of the ordinary little white flower protagonist, fighting wits and courage.Gu Rin, the boss who happened to have the same name as him, finally killed his rivals and successfully ascended to the throne after a long road of chasing his wife for half a book.Among the many alternative script projects, this one is nothing new.Gu Rin was patient, and when he saw the emotionally dull protagonist Shang Heng being hugged and comforted by the third male on the one hand, and insisting that we were just brothers in the face of the jealous male second, Gu Rin finally killed the script mercilessly.Unexpectedly, he was retributed so quickly, dressed as a domineering president who was about to be chased by his head.Gu Rin before the crossing, like in the book, was born in a prominent and wealthy family, working 18 hours a day 24 hours a day, and broke his heart for the family conscientiously, but because of his status as an illegitimate child, he was excluded from the board of directors after the death of his father, and was destined to have no inheritance.And now, he has become the rightful eldest son.It is also regarded as the east corner of the loss, and the mulberry elm is harvested.Gu Rin raised his hand to hold his eyebrows, and opened a small patch of shadow under his eyes, the only thing to worry about is that if he insists on not following the plot, will he return to his original identity?
At this moment, Shang Heng, who had gone and returned, stood in front of him again.Gu Rin came back to his senses from his contemplation and squinted his eyes slightly, no matter what, it was impossible for him to chase his wife to the crematorium like in the book!
※※※Aren't you very backbone?
Came back licking his face so quickly.Xia Li stroked her curly hair, stabbed softly in a graceful voice, squinting and waiting for Shang Heng's resignation and begging for mercy.Unexpectedly, Shang Heng didn't give her half a look, bypassed the sofa, and came to the floor-to-ceiling window.Xia Li, who was ignored, glared at him angrily, and the other guests at the cocktail party, their eyes glancing at each other, exchanged their heads and whispered to each other.Shang Heng handed Gu Rin a contract, which was drafted by the other party's assistant Ah Mo, but he didn't have time to sign Shang Heng's name.Gu Rin pursed his lips, there were slight wrinkles between his eyebrows, and his gaze was cold and distant.He stood motionless, and did not mean to reach out to take it, without waiting for Shang Heng to speak, he said in a slightly impatient tone: Don't worry, the check given to you will not be recovered, I am very busy, you don't have to come to me, contact my assistant if you have something.It's best not to bother me.Shang Heng lowered his head and smiled, and put the contract on the elm bonsai shelf on the side: I understand Mr.
Gu's kindness, and after thinking about it, I decided to abandon the agreement, and I will return the check to you, and from then on, we will return the bridge to the bridge.Until this moment, Gu Rin finally looked at him, his sword eyebrows moved slightly, with a little surprise, is there such a plot in the original book?
I can't remember.He stared at Shang Heng closely, wanting to see through the pair of eyes hidden in the shadow of bangs, what trick was playing.On the couch, Xia Li and Fan Yong glanced at each other, the platinum dice in the latter's hand rolled to the ground without paying attention, Fan Yong looked Shang Heng up and down, and sneered: What are you pretending to be high, could it be that you are going to take the money and run away?
Xia Li pouted: That's it, two million, some guys who are only worthy of rolling in the mud may not be able to earn it in their lifetime.People always have to have dreams, in case they come true.Shang Heng shrugged his shoulders, and the pair of platinum dice rolled along the depression of the carpet to his feet, Shang Heng bent down and scooped it up, and casually threw it back to the young man on the sofa and smashed it into the wine glass held by Fan Yong, and the aroused wine splashed the two of them in the face.You don't need to thank you for your trivial matter.Shang Heng smiled sincerely, and plugged the curse on the other side back into his stomach, the money, it is better to earn it yourself.Gu Rin didn't say a word, Shang Heng didn't care, he accepted all the white eyes thrown by the wealthy gentlemen, and turned around to leave.Gu Rin stared at the other party's back, the mobile phone screen was glowing, constantly reminding Shang Heng of his proper personality.This kind of deliberately attracts his own attention and highlights the vulgar plot of the protagonist's innocence and unpretentiousness, thinking that he can't see through it?
Gu Rin pressed the lock screen button, the corners of his lips slightly downturned, and his eyes converged into calm disdain: clumsy desire to capture and indulge.Before he reached the door of the banquet hall, Shang Heng seemed to remember something, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and in front of everyone's eyes, he suddenly turned back, stretched out a hand to Gu Rin, and spread his palm upward.Xia Li endured annoyance and wiped the wine on her face, and smiled coldly: Gu Shao didn't say anything to keep it, regretted it, right?
Shang Heng: I'm sorry, I forgot, the cake money hasn't been settled yet.Gu Rin: There was an awkward silence in the air.
※※※When Shang Heng pushed his bicycle back to the low-rent apartment, it was already the beginning of the lights, and the sunset sank between the high-rise buildings.Walking through a narrow and dirty alley, the hustle and bustle of the bustle is gradually left behind, and the sloping twilight shrouds the seven-story old building.Jagged clothes poles jutted out from the illegally built balconies, where the smell of oil smoke and rice mingled with the strange smell of dampness and rust, floating in the narrow aisles.The old building looked old, there was no elevator, only a staircase made of cement and lime, the iron railings were rusty and dirty, and the overhead gallery lights were in disrepair, and the light was dim and dim.Shang Heng put his left hand in his pocket and walked quietly in the stairwell.His family lived on the seventh floor, and the two million checks that the original owner had received from Gu Rin were locked in the drawer of his room.At that time, I'm afraid that he will really have to lick his face and go back to sell himself.Little merchant, you're back.Shang Heng looked up, and the landlady, dressed in a fashionable brand, was stepping on high heels and beckoning to him with a smile.The landlord, Mrs.
Yung, is the tenant of the old building, and the four buildings in the neighborhood are all real estate in her name, and a few years ago she was a neighbor across from Shang Heng's house when she was not developed.Her son Rong Zhi, who grew up with the childhood sweetheart of the male protagonist of the original book, is also one of the strong competitors in the Shura field.Later, Mrs.
Rong married the real estate boss for the second time, and moved out of the old building with her son.The landlady.Shang Heng smiled and nodded, but absent-mindedly recalled the plot of the original book and the plot of the setting to urge rent so soon?
As he changed the plot line without authorization, it seemed that a little deviation had occurred.It's okay to call me Aunt Rong, you used to call me that when you were a child.The landlady smiled and sighed, Xiaoshang, Auntie doesn't want to embarrass you, and it's not easy to know you, but the rent can't be delayed any longer.Shang Heng was helpless, he had just finished pretending to be forced at Gu Rin, but he was beaten by the society when he turned around.The original owner had two million pockets, but he didn't have them, but he didn't expect that the situation he faced was more embarrassing than he imagined.Shang Heng lowered his head and thought about it, and made a promise: Within three days, I will definitely pay back the rent.The landlady looked at him in embarrassment: as the two men were talking, the already dim light of the stairwell blinked, and they looked up in amazement to see the cracked wall peeling off and crumbling from the ceiling around the old porch lamp overhead.After a quick flash, the electric switch jumped, and the surroundings were completely darkened, and the fall of the ceiling skin only happened in an instant!
The landlady screamed in horror, and in the panic, her high heels stumbled her feet, but the expected heavy blow did not come, only to hear the air be quickly cut open by a breaking sound, and the smashed wall skin was blown away by a punch, shattering on the wall, and large and small fragments were scattered all over the ground.There was a rush of footsteps, and in a few moments, the power switch was renewed, and the light returned.A man in a black casual suit stood under the porch, his shirt with an open collar and no tie, a pair of delicate silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a smooth and soft jawline, fair skin, and every strand of hair meticulously combed.Mom, what's going on?
The man whets the landlady with gentle movements.He has a pair of round and transparent eyes, and the gaze cast is gentle and elegant, and the whole person is like a polished jade, with a light bookish atmosphere, and even the voice and tone of his speech are warm and beautiful.Ah, I'm fine, the landlady is still frightened, and keeps stroking her chest, thank you so much.Shang Heng stepped out of the dark shadows, patted off the lime on the back of his hand, and smiled: You're welcome.The moment Rong Zhi saw the other party clearly, his pupils dilated slightly, and his surprise was only for a moment, and he was immediately replaced by his usual gentleness: Are you Shang Heng?
The landlady withdrew her gaze from the broken wall, and wondered, wasn't this young man very weak before?
Long time no see.Tolerant.Shang Heng said hello calmly, but he had a headache in his heart, how could he pretend that it was not the first time he met?
His embarrassment didn't last long, the door on the left side of the stairwell creaked open, and a young man in a brand new T-shirt leaned out half of his slightly chubby body, and shouted at Shang Heng impatiently: Why did you only come back now?
Come in and cook, do you want to starve me and my parents?
The author has something to say: Shang: Xiaohan criticizes don't worry, grandpa will come to cook houttuynia with durian for you [Loving Father Smiles.jpg] Naked more, don't have to save the manuscript, try to keep the day more Chapter 3 tear the best original book The adoptive parents of the male protagonist said, because he couldn't give birth, he raised the male master, and he was hesitant about who his biological parents were, but he didn't expect that when the male protagonist was four years old, the adoptive parents gave birth to their own biological son, named Shang Baobao, just by looking at the name, you know how much doting you have.The boy is about seventeen or eighteen years old, not very old, not small-tempered, followed by a group of fox friends and dog friends, and every three or five times he has to skip class to go out to play games, and he does not wear clothes and shoes that are not new.At home, he is even more arrogant, and he is not like a brother with the original owner, but like a master and servant.Shang Heng looked down at himself and raised his eyebrows.Mrs.
Rong, then I'll go back first, and I'll find a way to make up for the rent.The landlady looked at him sympathetically: "It's really hard for you, it doesn't matter if you pay the rent next month, I have to thank you."
Eh, by the way, your hand didn't hurt, did you?
Would you like to come to me for some medicine?
Rong Zhi, hurry up and get the medicine box Shang Baobao frowned disdainfully: What kind of hypocrisy is a dignified man?
Hurry up and cook, Mom and Dad are urging!
Shang Heng, who was grinding and chirping, slowly squinted his eyes, his eyes swept over like a knife, Shang Baobao was inexplicably excited, and the second half of the words were forced to be swallowed back into his stomach, and then he snorted heavily, slammed the door back in annoyance, and complained loudly to his parents.Shang Heng looked back at Rong Zhi's mother and son's expressions, and became smiling again: Don't bother, just rub a little oily skin, the two of you please.Until the rusty iron-gray door closed with a cacophony of rubbing, the landlady shook her head pityingly: how could such a person be put on the stall?
She turned her head to look at her son: I remember when you were a child, you especially liked to play with Shang Heng, why didn't you see each other for a few years, and you became estranged?
Rong Zhi had been staring at the door thoughtfully, and when he heard this, he withdrew his gaze and gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.The dark blue night covered half of his face, and a gentle smile appeared on the side illuminated by the corridor lamp: maybe I haven't seen him for a long time, I feel that there are some changes in his memory, and I am not sure if he is the person I know.The landlady was puzzled: What are you talking about, he is a small businessman we know.Rong Zhi smiled and did not speak.
※※※This 40-square-meter apartment is full of messy and old furniture.The green walls with the paint peeled, the blurred mirrors, the ceiling fans and incandescent lamps hanging overhead, and the plastic floors under their feet have long been so damp that they can't see their original colors, and they are uneven when you step on them.The tattered couch is littered with erotic magazines and some gamblers' myths of counterattacks.If it weren't for the year clearly printed on the calendar, Shang Heng would have thought for a moment that he was reborn back to the nineties of the last century.He walked briskly back to the bedroom, which was so small that there was nowhere to put his feet, and the locks of the drawers had already been half picked.Shang Heng's eyes were slightly downcast, and he took out the drawer to see that it was turned into a mess, and the copper-faced locket containing important items was broken into two pieces, and the check for two million was really gone!
With a bang, the bedroom door slammed against the wall and shook.Shang Heng frowned and turned around, only to see a tall and sturdy middle-aged man with a beer belly, holding the door frame with one hand, and pointing at his nose with the other and scolding: Little rabbit!
Are you gallbladder?
How dare you murder your brother?
Don't think that if you fall into a rich person outside, your wings will be hard, and you dare to hide if you have money, and you don't honor your parents?
Lao Tzu has raised you white-eyed wolf for twenty years!
Shang Baobao held a feather duster in his hand and hid behind his father to help: That's it!
If you don't go home to cook so late, you must be fooling around outside, secretly hiding so much money, maybe there are more hidden on your body!
Shang Heng glanced at the other party coldly, and looked at the drunken gambler in front of him: Where is the check?
It's not your money, it's not mine, I'm going to take it and give it back.Still?
I think you're looking for a fight!
Dare to ask Lao Tzu for money to others?
The adoptive father seemed to have heard some big joke, laughed angrily, snatched the feather duster in Shang Baobao's hand, picked it up and pumped it on Shang Heng's body, Shang Heng subconsciously dodged sideways, but the space in the room was too small, and he was beaten twice without paying attention, and there were a few hot red marks on his forearm.Shang Baobao hid behind the door frame, snorted gloatingly, and dared to stare at him in front of outsiders, he deserved it!
Shang Heng furrowed his brows speechlessly: Have you made enough trouble?
How dare you hide?
Dare to talk back?
Lao Tzu told you to hide!
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The adoptive father was enraged by his actions, changed the feather duster to the side of the handle, and pumped it hard at the other party again!
Unexpectedly, this time it didn't hit the flesh, but fell into the palm of an iron pincer-like hand.Shang Heng's hand holding the handle of the stick did not move at all, his face was covered with frost, and he stared coldly at his adoptive father's fierce face, and the corners of his mouth slowly swayed a smile.The incandescent light poured down from the top of his head, and the light and shadow of his face were divided into two, revealing a bit of calm and coldness, which precipitated at the corners of his slightly upturned mouth.Enough trouble, right?
Shang Heng opened his mouth slowly, with a strong wrist, he pulled out the feather duster little by little, held both ends with both hands, and snapped it into two.Shang Heng's perennial fitness is completely different from the original owner's weakness, but his adoptive father, who was hollowed out by wine-colored gambling, is an empty can.The adoptive father didn't expect that the adopted son, who had always been obedient, would dare to resist, he was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, he was suddenly angry, his thick neck was bruised, and he was so red that he was dripping blood: You, you wolf-hearted unfilial son!
Lao Tzu provides you with food and drink, and you give Lao Tzu money to spend it rightly!
Do you dare to contradict it without gratitude?
He searched around for other things that could be beaten: I have to teach you a lesson today, this rabbit cub!
Ha!
If you dare to make Dad angry, you're finished!
Idiot!
Shang Baobao quickly took a thick rolling pin from the kitchen and fanned the flames on the side, Dad, I saw him that day, he got into a man's luxury car!
He must have more than two million, and the selfish ghost secretly hides and refuses to give it to us!
I don't want to think that if our family doesn't adopt him, maybe where he will beg for food!
This house is too dilapidated and too small, so I can't hold my head up in front of my classmates, so let him take out all the money, let's change to a big house in the city center!
You can also buy a luxury car and drive it!
What a face!
Shang Heng laughed out loud, this little fool has no other skills, but he has a very good set of blowing and drumming, and the father and son are really in the same vein.