Who wants to be a male model after being reborn? I want to be a male god.

Chapter 342 A call from afar

Although the distance between Linjiang and Ningzhou is not far, it is at least two hours' drive.

It was Lan Qiu Sheng’s first time driving a long distance, so she drove very steadily.

She drives at the speed limit and never exceeds the speed limit.

Even though she was constantly overtaken by cars around her, she remained calm.

Xu Wen did not rush her. He thought this was a good idea. Although it was slow, it was at least safe.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon and everyone in the car was drowsy.

Jiang Xiaqing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was planning to sleep.

But she suddenly realized that it was the first time for Lan Qiu Sheng next to her to drive on the highway.

I instantly lost the desire to sleep.

She pulled Ruan Qiuping, who was sitting in the back seat, aside to chat about gossip. The noise could also prevent the novice driver from falling asleep.

Otherwise, it would be easy for the driver and passengers to fall asleep on such a boring journey on the highway.

It would be bad then.

How does one joke go? I don’t dare to sleep when someone else is driving. I can only sleep peacefully when I’m driving myself.

In order to avoid such a situation, Jiang Xiaqing started to make small talk.

She is about the same age as Ruan Qiuping, and both have school-age children, so naturally they can find a lot of topics to talk about.

Xu Wen looked a little listless. He did not participate in the conversation but sat aside with his eyes closed.

Although I didn't listen carefully, after all, we were sitting in the same car, so it was hard not to listen.

He also heard what happened at Ruan Qiuping's home.

At their reminder, she transferred all the family property to her son's name.

Although my husband had complaints, he had a secret in his heart and didn't dare to say anything.

Just constantly looking for trouble and quarreling.

Ruan Qiuping pretended not to hear anything and ignored him.

She no longer stayed at home as a housewife, but returned to the workplace and worked in her family's shopping mall.

The children are left to the care of a nanny.

After saying so much, she still didn't divorce in the end, nor did she tell her husband about his cheating.

The reason is nothing more than what middle-aged men and women always say: they want to give their children a complete home.

They are only a loving couple in front of their children.

In private, they divided the money and the house.

After Ruan Qiuping finished talking about her own story, Jiang Xiaqing also talked about hers.

Two women whose love lives are not going well sympathize with each other.

Xu Wen felt that the two looked familiar when he saw their current state.

Why does it feel like they are going to go out together to have fun and order male models the next second?

Fortunately, he is no longer a male model.

Time passed quickly as the two of them chatted.

As the Range Rover drove into downtown Ningzhou, Xu Wen checked his phone. It was 1:15 p.m.

The sunlight shone through the car window onto the back of his hand, creating a mottled shadow.

He gently turned the ring on his left ring finger. The letters "XW&GXR" engraved on the inside showed some signs of wear.

Gu Xingruo told him last night to wear it well when he went outside, but he did not take it off.

"We're here." Lan Qiu Sheng followed the doorman's instructions and parked the car steadily in front of the Bandung International Hotel.

When the car was turned off, she gently exhaled the foul air in her chest.

She finally managed to drive nearly 200 kilometers.

She now felt that she was sweating all over. She had been sitting, but it felt like she had just run 800 meters.

Hearing Lan Qiusheng's voice, Xu Wen withdrew his thoughts and turned to look out the window.

The doorman who came to greet them was already standing outside the car, waiting to help the people who had come from afar with their luggage.

"Put your luggage in the room first," Ruan Qiuping leaned forward from the back row, "Mr. Zhou and I have an appointment at 6pm at Yuexiang Pavilion in Wanlong Plaza."

The hotel doorman has come forward to help unload the luggage.

Xu Wen noticed that when Lan Qiu Sheng got out of the driver's seat, he subconsciously pulled the hem of his simple light blue shirt.

The clothes looked a little pale from being washed, and there were barely noticeable traces of ink on the cuffs.

Lan Qiu Sheng always wore the simplest clothes, as if he was deliberately making himself invisible.

If we dressed like this in the past, it was simply because we had no money.

But she now earns 20,000 yuan a month, which is more than most people. Even if she has to support her mother and younger brother, she has enough money to improve her life.

I still wear it like this now, probably because I’m used to it.

"Mr. Xu." Jiang Xiaqing suddenly suggested: "There are still several hours before the meeting. We want to go out for a walk and buy some things."

She was wearing a well-tailored navy blue suit today. She looked professional and capable, and you couldn't tell at all that she was a woman who had given birth to a child.

Xu Wen nodded: "Go ahead, I just need to take care of some work."

Just as he was about to go upstairs, he noticed Lan Qiu Sheng standing beside him.

It's okay to wear this on normal days, but for tonight's occasion you should at least wear something nicer.

When he was about to ask the two mothers to pick out some clothes for the child, Ruan Qiuping spoke first.

"Secretary Lan, come along too." She took Lan Qiusheng's arm, who was visibly embarrassed. "I think you need a few decent professional outfits."

Lan Qiusheng's ears instantly turned red: "I, I don't need it"

She thought of the clothes that Gu Xingruo had lent her, and they really didn't seem to fit her.

"Don't refuse." Jiang Xiaqing said with a smile: "As the face of the company, your image is very important. Mr. Xu, do you mind if we borrow your secretary for a few hours?"

Xu Wen looked at Lan Qiusheng's embarrassed look, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously: "Go ahead, put it on the company's account."

He was afraid that the other party would refuse, so he emphasized again: "There are not many opportunities like this."

However, Lan Qiusheng had no chance to refuse.

Because Ruan Qiuping and Jiang Xiaqing had already pulled her into the car again.

Their luggage was delivered to the room by the doorman.

In the end, Xu Wen was left alone, and he followed the doorman into the elevator to his room upstairs.

The hotel room was more spacious than he had expected.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the city landscape of Ningzhou, and in the distance you can see the winding Ning River sparkling in the sun.

He put his suitcase on the luggage rack and took out his laptop and put it on the desk.

When he was about to deal with his work, his cell phone suddenly vibrated and an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.

Xu Wen hesitated for a moment and swiped to answer the call.

"Hey?"

"." There was only a slight breathing sound on the other end of the phone.

"Who is this?" Xu Wen frowned and was about to hang up when a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded.

"it's me."

Summer lemon.

This voice was like a key, instantly opening a drawer deep in Xu Wen's memory.

Her voice is still so beautiful, clear and moving.

The school radio station chose her as the announcer after just listening to her once.

They haven't had any contact for several months since Xia Ning left Linjiang to go to Beijing for treatment.

The only contact was the two letters she left behind.

It’s a pity that one letter was forwarded by Xia Hai and the other was forwarded by Bai Banxia, ​​and neither of them had an address.

The two text messages he sent, one "I'll wait for you to come back" and one "Happy Birthday", both fell on deaf ears.

"What's wrong with you?" Xu Wen's voice unconsciously became softer, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he couldn't say them.

Xia Ning was still a patient after all, and he was afraid that those words would irritate her and make all her treatment efforts in vain.

"Today the doctor finally allowed me to use my cell phone." Xia Ning's voice sounded much calmer than she remembered.

Xu Wen still remembers Xia Ning's voice when they parted. It was so hoarse and so fragile.

It looks like a work of art that would break if touched.

It seems that the treatment during this period has indeed achieved some results.

Xu Wen walked to the window and the sunlight shone on his profile.

He remembered Xia Ning's appearance in that closed room, her eyes calm yet hysterical.

She held a knife in her hand, looking like she wanted to end it all.

"How's the treatment?" he asked finally.

"Not bad." Xia Ning replied softly: "The doctors here are very professional. The medication has been adjusted several times and it is much more stable now."

After a pause, she added: "I attend group therapy every day and meet a lot of people like me."

Xu Wen could hear the faint sound of piano in the background, probably the music in the public areas of the hospital.

"That's good." He didn't know what to say, and these three words sounded particularly pale in the air.

"Where are you now?" Xia Ning suddenly asked, "I heard an echo, it doesn't seem like I'm at school."

"Ningzhou. Come to discuss business." Xu Wen answered briefly.

But the changes in time are too great and too complicated to explain.

He was afraid that Xia Ning couldn't accept it now, so he didn't say much.

It won’t be too late to tell her after she recovers.

"Alone?" Xia Ning asked softly.

"With a few colleagues." Xu Wen did not elaborate, but Xia Ning seemed to have noticed something.

"With Gu Xingruo?" Her voice was clear and calm.

But after asking the question, she hastily added: "Sorry, I shouldn't ask this."

She knew that she was no longer qualified to ask such questions.

Even begging for forgiveness is a luxury, so why is she asking such a question?

Perhaps it was Xu Wen's gentleness that gave her fantasies and illusions.

Xia Ning shook off the thoughts in her mind.

She finally found an opportunity to make a phone call and wanted to talk about something happy.

This will support her in the long treatment process that follows.

Xu Wen sighed and said softly, "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps and a middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ningning, time's up."

"I have to hang up." Xia Ning said hurriedly, "Mom is here to collect my phone."

Her voice suddenly became fragile: "Xu Wen, I..."

"Treat yourself well." Xu Wen interrupted her: "I'll wait for you to come back after you recover."

The call was hastily hung up.

Xu Wen stood in front of the window, holding a black screen cell phone in his hand.

He took a deep breath, threw his phone on the bed, and turned to open his laptop.

There is still work to be done on the computer.

He suddenly remembered what Yang Yiyao had said before.

This charlatan who works part-time as a psychologist said that Xia Ning wrote novels as a means of self-healing and a fulcrum that allowed her to escape.

So why is he so anxious to work now?

Xu Wen shook his head and stopped thinking about those things.

There are more pressing matters to deal with right now.

Time flies by at work.

At half past five, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Xu Wen closed the computer and rubbed his temples.

He opened the door and saw Jiang Xiaqing and Ruan Qiuping standing outside, both with mysterious smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Xu, take a look at our masterpiece." Ruan Qiuping stepped aside.

Lan Qiu Sheng stood in the corridor, a completely changed person.

She was wearing a finely tailored light grey skirt suit, a silk white shirt and black pointed high heels.

The ponytail that was always tied up casually has now become an elegant low bun, with light makeup on her face and a gentle bean paste color on her lips.

Now she finally doesn't feel like a child secretly wearing adult clothes anymore.

It turns out that there is a difference between clothes that you buy yourself and clothes that you pick up from others.

If I had known this, I would have asked someone to take her to buy it.

Otherwise, every time he goes out, it seems like there is a junior high school student following him.

Fortunately, Xu Wen is not in a hurry to grow up, otherwise someone would definitely ask him if this is his daughter.

"How is it?" Jiang Xiaqing asked proudly.

Xu Wen was speechless for a moment.

The Lan Qiusheng in front of him is no longer the female college student hiding in the corner, but a confident working woman.

He noticed the tiny pearl earrings on her earlobes, and he knew at a glance that they were worth a fortune.

These two old guys really don't save the company any money.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as it looks good.

"Very professional." Xu Wen finally commented.

He was very satisfied with this outfit.

The corners of Lan Qiusheng's mouth curled up slightly, and this smile made her whole body brighten up.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu." Her voice was still gentle, but with a little more determination.

She followed the example of others and started calling him "Mr. Xu".

After hearing this, Xu Wen felt goosebumps all over his body.

To be honest, he is still not used to the title "Mr. Xu".

But he was used to other people calling him that, after all, that's how they had been calling him since the beginning.

But Lan Qiu Sheng is different.

They used to call each other by their first names, but after he became the monitor, she followed Ding Yue and called him monitor.

Xu Wen corrected him: "You should continue to call me by my name, or call me squad leader."

Lan Qiusheng rarely saw his embarrassed expression.

She hid her little pride in her heart and replied seriously: "Sister Jiang said that in school, I call you class monitor, but outside, I have to call you Mr. Xu."

"We also bought her cosmetics and taught her basic makeup techniques." Ruan Qiuping added: "As your secretary, image management is very important."

Xu Wen smiled helplessly.

Call it whatever you like.

"It's almost time, we should set off." Jiang Xiaqing looked at his watch.

Xu Wen nodded and went back to his room to get his suit jacket and briefcase.

When he came out again, Lan Qiu Sheng naturally took the briefcase from his hand, with such skillful movements as if he had always done so.

When the four of them took the elevator downstairs, Xu Wen noticed that Lan Qiu Sheng was no longer standing in the corner as before, but was standing beside him with his back straight.

The elevator mirror reflected their images, making them look like a professional business team.

In a corner that Xu Wen didn't notice, a pair of eyes were secretly watching his back.

Everyone seemed very relaxed, but Lan Qiu Sheng felt a little nervous.

She took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Have I really become the irreplaceable person beside him?
Lan Qiu Sheng had this thought in his mind.

She looked away to look at the briefcase she was carrying.

For some reason, Ding Yue's words rang in my ears: "You look like his shadow now."

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

(End of this chapter)