radicalducati Chapter 277: The History of a Beijing Dandy Chasing a Wife 24
Chapter 277: The History of a Beijing Dandy Chasing a Wife 24
Su Muyou sat up directly from the bed.
He typed on his phone quickly, but in the end he deleted the words he had typed with great effort one by one.
The idea of marriage originated from interests, so it is better not to say it directly.
What if the other party misunderstands that he came to him just for cooperation?
After growing up, I finally have the chance to fall in love, and I can’t let others misunderstand me.
After thinking it through, Su Muyu changed his words.
[Will your parents agree that we two are together?]
As a second-generation rich man with someone to rely on, when he confessed to his family that he wanted to be with a man, they were shocked.
If it were Jian Tinghe, the pillar of the family, the reaction would probably be even greater.
The other side of the screen.
Jian Tinghe looked at the words in the dialog box, his eyebrows raised in confusion.
Let’s not talk about the attitude of parents for now.
It seems like he didn't agree to be with the other person, right?
If he hadn't been sure that the person who was drunk last night was not him but Su Muyu, he would probably have followed the other party's line of thought.
[…You think too far ahead.]
Without meeting those misleading eyes, Jian Tinghe returned to his usual cold and ruthless self.
The resistance to this second-generation rich man's unreasonable behavior has increased sharply.
When Su Muyou saw what he said, he secretly said what a pity it was that he failed to fool the man.
But he also has his strengths, such as being brave and thick-skinned.
The fact that the other party didn't delete him directly means that this relationship is not completely impossible.
[It's okay, isn't it normal to consider your future?]
The familiar sweet talk segment.
Jian Tinghe turned around with his phone.
It's a difficult choice between not replying, and replying and telling the other person to get lost.
Su Muyu was also used to Jian Tinghe's indifference on the Internet, so it didn't matter that he hadn't responded yet.
Then typed another sentence on the screen:
[What type of person do you like?]
Questions are more likely to motivate people to respond.
Of course, he just wanted to understand it and talk a little more, but he wouldn't change it.
Even if a second-generation rich man is pursuing someone, he will not lose his pride and become a bootlicker who changes himself beyond recognition for the sake of others.
This was also the reason why the original owner was trying to show off in front of Jian Tinghe while still indulging herself in private.
Essentially, the person he loves most is himself.
The movements of Jian Tinghe's hands seemed to be paused.
He looked at this sentence with some confusion in his eyes.
What type of person do you like?
He has never seriously thought about this issue in his life.
There are so many things more important than love.
For example, making the company stronger and bigger, or improving one's personal social status, etc.
He seems to be born with a strong sense of professionalism.
The other party suddenly threw this question in his face, and Jian Tinghe actually thought about it deeply.
Gender or something like that is not very important.
What matters is character and feeling.
After a while, Jian Tinghe's fingers moved.
[Have your own ideas, know what you are doing, be calm, smart, stick to your bottom line, and have a sense of justice.]
[It may look a little indifferent, but it is actually very gentle.]
He originally thought it would be difficult to write clearly what kind of person is the one that makes his heart beat.
Who knew that after I got started, I would write more and more smoothly.
It seems like there was already a reference.
In fact, no one appeared in his mind.
This was the first time Jian Tinghe responded with so many words.
Su Muyou looked at the two lines of words, and his hand holding the phone subconsciously tightened.
This description has almost no similarity or overlap with the role that needs to be played in this world.
but……
"Hey, this protagonist is quite tasteful. Isn't this you, the host?" A voice suddenly came out from Guaidongguai.
Its host is now in his own room, and communication with the protagonist is limited to the Internet.
There is no need to worry about whether the show will be performed or not.
Guaidongguai, who has the freedom to speak, analyzes each point one by one.
"Really. Host, you know what you are doing and stick to your own opinions, so you won't get lost in the protagonist's advances and romantic relationships."
"Only if you have a bottom line and are just will the bureau give you a higher level of authority."
"Let's not talk about gentleness. Other people's perceptions should be much deeper than mine."
Guaidongguai finally concluded, "It's a pity that it can't be OOC, otherwise the protagonist of this world can't be easily manipulated?"
"However, host, don't let my praise make you proud. I think you still have shortcomings. For example, you are so nice to others, but you always threaten me. You still need to change this habit."
Su Muyou lowered his eyes, recovering from the shock of the words in the dialog box.
He opened his thin lips slightly and ruthlessly said something that frightened Tong, "The host of the arrangement has been reported."
"!"
Guaidongguai immediately changed his words, "Host, don't take it seriously, I was just kidding you, haha, how could I have any shortcomings, it's just that my ability to withstand is too weak!"
The reason why a threat is a threat is, of course, because it will actually have corresponding consequences.
As long as Su Muyou reports the mistake of forgetting the task before turning the hole, or the complaints that affect the harmony between the two parties, he will be criticized at the very least, or have his performance bonus deducted or even have to restart the game.
How can I not be afraid?
"Okay, go read the novel. I'll call you if I need you." Su Muyu dismissed him casually.
"Okay host, I won't disturb you anymore host!" Guaidongguai dived into the small dark room.
Ah, familiar places still give me a sense of security.
Su Muyu didn't mean to scare Guaidongguai maliciously.
The main thing is, if you let the other party continue to think deeply about it, you never know what he might discover.
There are not so many coincidences in the world.
I met a key person, and it turned out that the other person's view on choosing a partner was based on my own.
It's hard not to suspect that they have known each other for a long time and have a secret relationship.
Su Muyu could only use this method to divert Guai Dongguai's attention from Jian Tinghe's confession-like declaration.
He took a few slow, deep breaths to calm himself down.
Let your heartbeat, which just accelerated when you saw these two sentences, return to normal.
Su Muyou looked at his phone and continued to communicate with the person in the dialog box.
[Are you being narcissistic?]
It is not impossible to apply the descriptions in these two paragraphs to Jian Tinghe.
After all, his experience of being sent home drunk these past two days was enough to demonstrate the other party's justice and gentleness!
Jian Tinghe didn't expect that after waiting for a while, the other party would come to this conclusion.
He was never a good guy.
He shook his head slightly helplessly.
[Do you have any misunderstanding about me?]