Seven years after my death, the male protagonist of the substitute novel was criticized

Chapter 88 Substitute Literature
After the meal, Duan Chengyu felt even more tired.

He drove back to the company and dealt with the piled up matters without saying a word.

But when he has something on his mind and hasn't figured it out, he becomes inefficient in everything he does. He read a drafted contract three times but didn't remember it, so he simply threw it aside.

He leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back and closed his eyes to rest.

Fang Jun was walking around the company with afternoon tea again. He pushed open the office door and made two pusipusi sounds.

"Mr. Duan, let's get together tonight? We'll be at Liangcheng Meijing. A certain beautiful lady has been eating there recently."

Duan Chengyu didn't even open his eyes and threw the contract to the door.

The attack distance is not far, but the attitude tells the answer.

Fang Jun picked it up and walked closer to ask, "What's the matter? You're still passive in pursuing someone. Are your feelings so fickle?"

Duan Chengyu didn't say anything.

It looked like there was some conflict. Fang Jun was very experienced and said to himself, "I heard that he has joined Ling's Group and has a special car to pick him up and drop him off at get off work. It's quite difficult to see him."

"But no matter how tight the defense is, there will be a moment when it can be broken. Pursuit means to chase and beg. I will be your wingman and hold Pei back, and then you can take advantage of the opportunity..."

"You can shut up now," Duan Chengyu said expressionlessly. There were many things that he couldn't explain clearly, so he could only perfunctorily say, "You don't understand."

Fang Jun understood it even more clearly. Ninety-eight percent of men who couldn't explain the problems they encountered in love had said these three words.

"Tell me, I promise I understand. It's not that Pei Yizhou is more skilled than you, and you were frustrated and decided to give up? You fought for her in the street, do you know how rare this behavior is now and in the future?"

Duan Chengyu gave him a look.

He exaggerated the facts enthusiastically: "It's so rare that you may never have such a passionate moment again in the rest of your life! Just think about it, if you gave up, two years later your parents would find you a marriage partner of equal status, with no emotions but only a cold money relationship. Then when you go out on the street and see her holding someone else's hand to buy early childhood education books for her child, you suddenly start to regret it - if you hadn't given up, maybe I would be the one making her happy now, and when I get off work and return to her home, the three of us would be so warm."

"...Why don't you invest in an entertainment company to satisfy your desire to write scripts?"

Fang Jun: "You think I don't want to? You have to look at the return on investment. So, are you touched? Do you want to meet me again when we have dinner?"

"Don't go."

Hey, you’re not even going. Fang Jun began to observe his expression seriously.

"What's the big conflict? The girl is still young, can't you be more tolerant?"

Tolerance? How can this be tolerated?

Duan Chengyu pressed his temples and suddenly asked, as if his brain was spinning: "If, if one day you were killed in an accident, your girlfriend would be sad for a year or two and fall in love with someone else, and then three years later that person disappeared. Your girlfriend looked everywhere for him and found someone who looked exactly like that person. She took the initiative to approach him, and the two of them developed some feelings for each other. Do you think that the two people at this time really like each other?"

Fang Jun: "Wait a minute, this is too complicated. Let me sort it out... No, can't you explain it to me in your assumptions? OK, I'm sorting it out."

"From the way you put it, I guess that guy who looks exactly like me is definitely not the one my girlfriend fell in love with. But--"

Since this person has made such a metaphor, the person I brought in must be someone who looks exactly like this person, so I have to analyze it with this person as the protagonist.

"——But there is substitute literature in the world! In this case, all the ex-boyfriends and boyfriends who appeared before are gone. She can forget the previous relationship and fall in love with you... fall in love with the substitute, which means that the substitute still has some merits. If the substitute collapses, roars, imprisons, and cries at this time, the ending is usually that he will get the beauty."

"What's the use of a substitute or not? That's too harsh," Duan Chengyu said indifferently, and then asked casually, "What if your girlfriend suddenly finds out that the guy is not her boyfriend at all and wants to quit?"

"They both have the same face, so it depends on who is better at pursuing people later."

There is no need to think about this question, as there is no follow-up to the other Duan Chengyu.

Fang Jun saw that he was thinking about something, touched his face and added: "But if she really was my girlfriend, she would definitely love me the most, and the rest would fall in love with her based on her looks. Who knows, those two people might look like me too."

Duan Chengyu's expression suddenly froze.

Lin Lu spent a successful week at Ling Group.

On the weekend, she gets up early in the morning, hums a song, and makes ciabatta following the online tutorial.

Pei Yizhou brought the dishes to the door and was lucky enough to get half a piece to taste.

She was in a good mood, turned around, opened the refrigerator to get some fruit, and said to him:

"Although you came here to cook for free, you are here to represent my brother status, so no matter how delicious the lunch is, I won't give you any extra points, understand?"

Pei Yizhou rolled up his sleeves while washing vegetables and nodded in agreement: "I understand. I'll follow Miss Lin's instructions on everything."

Lin Lu cut a piece of mango and ate it with yogurt. He scooped it up with a spoon and put it into his mouth. It was silky, fragrant and refreshing.

Pei Yizhou heard her voice, turned around and remembered something.

"Lulu, don't eat raw or cold food all the time."

"My period has already passed a week, it's okay." She said subconsciously, without any embarrassment in front of an ordinary man.

"Then eat less. You often feel uncomfortable during ovulation." The sound of running water was still ringing, and when he said this, the ambiguous meaning in his tone was washed away a little, making it difficult to hear.

Lin Lu was stunned.

As a brother, it is impossible for him to remember his sister's ovulation period. At least their brother-sister relationship had not reached this stage back then.

That was the two years of love...

"Oh, I see." She scooped another spoonful into her mouth.

Then he strolled to the living room, thinking about how serious the discomfort Pei Yizhou mentioned was.

Before she was eighteen, she had smooth menstrual periods every time and never experienced any severe pain, let alone ovulation one week after her period.

Could it be that hormonal changes after falling in love will make your health worse?
Or, go to bed...cough.

After lunch, Pei Yizhou left on his own accord and went to the company to work overtime.

But he made a request: "How about having dinner at home? Beef stewed in red wine. There are a few bottles of red wine on the wine rack. If you don't let me drink it, we can use it to cook and eat."

Anyway, whether eating out in a restaurant or at home, it’s not her who cooks or washes the dishes, so Lin Lu doesn’t think there is any difference.

Besides, the medicinal food she had been eating for a week was really pickled and the flavor was really good, so she could use a change of taste.

So she nodded and agreed to the application.

Pei Yizhou left with a smile and told her not to look at her phone for too long in the afternoon.

Lin Lu didn't notice anything was wrong. He ate mango and yogurt and went to the wine rack to choose red wine.

She had never expected that a meal of beef stew in red wine could make her drunk.

　It is really hard to write pure emotion. It is like drawing a small bubble. After drawing all the details, you shrink the canvas and look at it - huh? It is the same whether you draw it or not, and it is the same whether you write it or not.

　　I really want to write a storyline now, serial murders, serious crimes, and all kinds of cases... (laughing grimly)

　　(End of this chapter)