On New Year's Eve, the beautiful Panshan Manor is brightly lit. Through the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, you can still see the magnificent interior of the manor dinner: the guests are full, the clouds are fragrant, and the cups are exchanged......In the garden where the shadows of the trees are blown by the cold winter wind, the thin figure on the bench looks weak, pitiful and helpless.

There were still wet tears on the boy's face.

Blinking his beautiful and clear eyes vigorously, Meng Huo tightened the eye drops bottle and took out his phone.

Even the front-facing camera is particularly fond of this face, Meng Huo looked at his reddish eye corners, and I felt pity for him.

Meng Huo nodded in satisfaction, and checked the time on his phone by the way.

There are still 59 minutes until the first day of the new year—that is, when his infatuated cannon fodder goes offline.

After working hard for three years, he can finally get off work!

Three years ago, Meng Huo, who was in his third year of high school and preparing for the college entrance examination, had the only happiness every day, which was to open a novel app after self-study in the evening, and follow a series of earthy yellow sweets - "Overbearing Bamboo Horse Lightly Love".

Meng Huo knew this book because there was a character in it who happened to have the same name and surname as him.

When classmate Amway gave it to him, he joked: "It is recommended to recite the whole text."

In case one day wears a book.

Who would have thought that he actually wore it.

The protagonist of this article, Gong Lu Yu, is the standard favorite in the youth campus novels. He is born in a famous family, a man of the school, and the dream lover of countless people.

Lu Yu coveted his bamboo horse, and the author marked in the copy that there will be trickery, robbery, rape, and love when he becomes an adult.

It was because of this that Meng Huo jumped into the shallow pit without hesitation.Unexpectedly, the first time he chased the serialized article, he encountered a shocking pit.

I haven't written the part of coercion. Mandatory. Love, from the middle part, the author of the original book started to let go.

First, the author suddenly inserted a new character with the same name and surname as Meng Zhi, Meng Zhi's nominal younger brother, the adopted son of a wealthy family, and arranged for the little cannon fodder to fall in love with his elder brother's bamboo horse at first sight.In order for Meng Zhi to gradually discover his feelings for Lu Yu, the author arranges Meng Huo to fall in love with Lu Yu secretly and make Meng Zhi jealous; in order to show the infatuation and dedication of the protagonist Gong and Shou, after being rejected 100 times, the little cannon fodder still does not give up 101The licking dog who became the protagonist Gong for the first time...

Meng Huo: "..."

Although transmigrated a book, he didn't transmigrate into any male protagonist with his own halo, and became a cannon fodder tool used by the author to advance the main line of the plot.

Fortunately, the book was unfinished, and the author took the money and ran away after the unfinished.

As long as he finishes today's last plot, he, an infatuated cannon fodder, will be able to retire!

The last plot written by the author before the pit was: Lu Yu and Meng Zhi had a quarrel. In order to anger Meng Zhi, Lu Yu deliberately invited the little cannon fodder on the phone in front of Meng Zhi to play at home during the Chinese New Year. The poor little cannon fodder didn’t know it at all.Know happy and excited.

The little cannon fodder not only made a small gift overnight, but was so excited that he even forgot his coat when he went out to the banquet. He only wore a thin sweater and walked to Panshan Manor on foot.

But on the night of New Year's Eve, Meng Zhi made a phone call, and the young master sneaked away from the dinner to coax the bamboo horse. He completely forgot about the little cannon fodder, causing the little cannon fodder to wait alone in the bleak cold wind until early morning before leaving sadly..

Cannon fodder also has love, and cannon fodder also has love!

Meng Huo couldn't help but think back to the original author's detailed description of the small cannon fodder's abuse, which is simply inhumane!

Meng Huo silently rua'd the soft, waxy white sweater he was wearing, and fanned the wind in disgust.

Phew, he was so hot.

The plot written by the original author must be followed, but before Meng Huo went out, the warm baby was plastered on the chest and back at 360 degrees without dead ends.

The original book also said that the little cannon fodder had to wait until the early morning without giving up.

Not a big problem.

Meng Huo leaned leisurely on the bench, opened his schoolbag, put on his earphones, played music, and began to write the general examination paper assigned by the teacher before the holiday.

From the age of 18 back to the age of 16, the most terrifying thing is not to be cannon fodder, but to retake the college entrance examination.

Fortunately, Meng Huo traveled back to the

The first year of high school is equivalent to reviewing for another three years. These questions are quite simple for him.

Meng Huo twirled his pen loosely, mentally calculating the last multiple-choice question in mathematics.

It was only after Meng Huochuan came that he found out why the little cannon fodder was adopted by the Meng family.

Meng Zhi was in poor health when he was a child. A wandering Taoist asked Meng’s father to find a child who was similar to Meng Zhi and about the same age, and let Meng Zhi suck his luck. As expected, the little cannon fodder died at the age of 16..

Meng Huo, who has changed his core, is well versed in the survival of orphans. As an adopted son, except for the necessary plot, he can't compete for the lead in everything, and he can't overwhelm the protagonist. Therefore, Meng's father and mother boast that they can be the top ten in the grade.His son, who has the lowest ranking, is actually the adopted son of a score-controlling tycoon who keeps silent.

The answer was D, and Meng Huo raised his hand and wrote a flamboyant C on it.

When writing the last two big questions, Meng Huo felt a little hungry.

But "Even if he was dizzy from hunger, he would not be willing to take a bite of the chocolate he made for Lu Yu."

Meng Huo took out two big | treasures from his schoolbag.

The elegant orchestral music in the background made a discordant sizzle sound, and the flowers and plants tended by the gardener with a million-dollar annual salary also clung to the aroma of clear soup, red oil and tomato pot.

He even bought two flavors of self-heating hot pot.

After 10 minutes passed, the self-heating hot pot was ready, and Meng Huo's big topic was finished.

The bottom of the warm pot was filled with mist in the cold winter, and Meng Huo had no idea that he was being watched by a pair of prying eyes as he feasted.

On the third floor of the manor, facing the garden, the room with the best view and scenery stood a tall and slender figure of an adult man by the window.

This kind of boring festive dinner is a gimmick for the relationship between the wealthy families of the upper class.As the new Patriarch of the Huanyu Consortium, Lu Xinghuai no longer knew how much alcohol he was drunk in one night, and there were many relatives who had only met a few times and whose names he couldn't even name.

Lu Xinghuai was not in the mood to leave the meeting early, and no one dared to step forward to dissuade him.

He squeezed the space between his tired brows, and pushed open the window, trying to take advantage of the cold winter wind to sober up, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of a very interesting performance.

Lu Xinghuai used the internal phone to ask the butler, and the butler, who was over fifty years old, showed a hint of impatience.

"He said he was a friend of Master Biao, but he couldn't get in touch with Master Biao for the time being. The guard checked the campus card before letting him in."

The housekeeper couldn't help but think of the boy with red eyes, insisting on waiting alone in the garden, unwilling to come in and disturb other people, clean and sensible.When people get older, it hurts to see these things.

Lu Xinghuai listened to the young man described so vividly and pitifully by the butler, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the clean and white figure under the dim streetlight, a flash of plunder and possession flashed in his eyes when he saw the prey he was interested inwant.

Friends, not like that.

Who would wait so long in the cold wind for ordinary friends.

Sad, nor like.

He saw that the young man knew how to entertain himself.

Lu Xinghuai thought of a more reasonable explanation.

The young couple who secretly fell in love must meet each other on New Year's Eve, but they dare not let their parents find out.

The cold wind made the end of Lu Xinghuai's eyes turn red.

He asked casually, "Where is Master Biao?"

The housekeeper replied: "I have searched everywhere, but no one is there, and I can't reach him by phone."

Lu Xinghuai gave the butler a few words in a neutral manner.

Not long after, in the garden, the butler walked towards the boy.

Meng Huo put away the finished papers, and threw the leftovers from eating and drinking into the trash can. When the old housekeeper saw him, he sat down on the bench with his thin and thin back, hugging the man who looked like him.Very precious box.

Meng Huo glanced at his watch, it was time.

After the little cannon fodder dutifully finished the last shift, Meng Huo looked at the butler with eyes that were so red that they looked like he had been crying, and begged him to hand over the box to Lu Yu with a piercing heart.

Lu Xinghuai put his hands in the pockets of his woolen trousers, and looked out of the window. From his perspective, he could only see the boy handing over a gift-like box to the housekeeper.

Although the butler was a little strange, he still respectfully presented the box to Lu Xinghuai.

Lu Xinghuai played with the small iron box in his palm with interest.

As the Lu family, they do receive strange packages from time to time.

The housekeeper thought that Lu Xinghuai was worried about his nephew, so he said calmly: "It has been scanned, as he said, it is just ordinary handmade chocolate."

Lu Xinghuai raised his eyebrows slightly.

Still handmade.

It's true that young people fall in love...

Tsk.

"Do you want to pass the gift to Master Biao?" the housekeeper asked respectfully.

Lu Xinghuai casually opened a certain drawer of the desk and put the box in.

"what gift?"

housekeeper:"..."

"No one has been here." His slender fingers played with the velvet ribbon tied into a bow, "If Master Biao asks, just say so."

After the new year, the old lady of the Lu family became weaker and weaker. It was rumored in circles that Lu Xinghuai might be getting married so that the old lady could go away with peace of mind. The North City celebrity circle was very lively for a while.

Marriages in wealthy and aristocratic families are mostly for the purpose of consolidating each other's power and status, and being a bond with each other. They don't seek sincerity, as long as they are friendly on the surface, and they play their own ways in private, and don't play with their lives.

And under such a background, finding a marriage partner like Lu Xinghuai was almost a dream.

He has been the proud son of heaven since he was a child. He was raised as the heir of the consortium. At that time, the 27-year-old new head of the Lu family had a proud family background, a handsome appearance, and was decisive in the mall. There was hardly any gossip about such a man......

Lu Xinghuai deliberately announced this news in front of everyone at the Lu family banquet.

The tails of sharp eyes were slightly raised, and he glanced at Lu Yu casually, and the boy's face turned pale.

The next day, when Meng Huo went to school again, the whole school knew that Lu Yu and Meng Zhi were together.

Even though the plot was over, Meng Huo still did not forget to maintain his character as an infatuated male supporting role, and even pretended to be sick and lay down at home for a day.

While Meng Huo was lying on the bed and happily doing his homework, Meng Youqing, who had never cared about him for thousands of years, had someone make him a bowl of bird's nest for the first time.

Before Meng Huo had even had a drink, he learned that the Meng family intended to let him marry Meng Zhi.

Meng Huo: Clam?

Meng's share price has been falling in recent years, and Meng Youqing urgently needs to sell his son and get married to restore his status.

It would be best if Meng Zhi could marry into the Lu family, but who knows, Meng Zhi and Lu Xinghuai's nephew made a high-profile official announcement that they were together.

No matter how beastly Lu Xinghuai was, it was impossible for him to plan on his cousin's boyfriend.

As a last resort, Meng Youqing had no choice but to focus on his adopted son, who had nothing to offer except his appearance.

After a brief shock, Meng Huo drank all the bird's nest without any psychological burden.

Marriage is also a joy to watch.

He is an unfavored little adopted son with no name and surname. As long as the new head of the Lu family is not blind, he will not take a fancy to him.

In the Lu family's old house, Mother Lu showed Lu Xinghuai photos and resumes one by one.

Mother Lu felt that in order to appease the old lady, the hasty marriage had wronged Lu Xinghuai.

After watching it all morning, Lu Xinghuai lost interest and didn't like any of them.

Mother Lu couldn't help sighing slightly when she got Meng Zhi's photo.

The Meng family has a good family background, and Meng Zhi was born beautiful.

"...Pity."

Lu Xinghuai said flatly without raising his head: "Even if he isn't A Yu's boyfriend, I wouldn't pick an adult child to marry."

Mother Lu put down the photo, and there was another person's file in the same file bag, and Mother Lu's eyes lit up.

Although there is a three-point portrait, it is more delicate and beautiful than Meng Zhi's eyebrows and eyes, and it is still a natural smile, which looks polite and well-behaved.

Mother Lu was just about to show it to Lu Xinghuai, but when she saw the boy's birthday, she withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

The adopted son of the Meng family is one month younger than Meng Zhi.

Mother Lu sighed even harder, just about to take the photo

After stuffing it back, Lu Xinghuai casually raised his eyes, stared at his fingertips, lowered his eyes and continued to reply to work emails.

"That's pretty pleasing to the eye, so let him be."