novelraw Chapter 78's sense of showing off—"I have what you don't"—is indeed a bit addict
Chapter 78's sense of showing off—"I have what you don't"—is indeed a bit addict
Looking at Chen Bo's expressionless profile, Zhao Lulu suddenly realized that this man was really something.
It's not that he's particularly handsome or talented—although he is indeed quite handsome and talented.
It was his... indifferent attitude.
Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't be responsible.
Like a heartless, scumbag machine.
But ironically, everything he does makes people feel that he has a bottom line.
He told Bei Weiwei that it was important to have a sense of ceremony and to respect her.
He touched Zhou Lingyan's leg and kissed him, but he refused to take the final step.
What about Xu Yueqing?
Anyway, no matter how much he touches her, no one will know whether she has done it a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times.
Zhao Lulu suddenly remembered a saying: The highest level of scum is not playing with feelings, but making everyone think you are a scumbag, yet no one can truly hate you.
"Chen Bo," she began.
"Um."
Who do you actually like?
Chen Bo's fingers paused on the keyboard for a moment.
Then he turned to look at Zhao Lulu.
"You're so gossipy," he said, "does your news anchor know?"
Zhao Lulu: "..."
Fine, you're ruthless.
She decided not to ask anymore.
Anyway, this big show has only just begun.
Zhou Lingyan will come back to kill him sooner or later.
Bei Weiwei looks harmless, but she certainly won't let this go.
Zhao Lulu only needs to—
Hold on tight.
eat melon.
Eating sunflower seeds.
As for who Chen Bo likes?
unimportant.
Most importantly, the show was excellent.
Zhao Lulu opened her phone and silently set the group photo from earlier as her new profile picture.
In the background, the furnishings of Zhou Lingyan's living room are clearly visible.
She looked at the new profile picture and nodded in satisfaction.
After thinking about it, I sent another message to the group.
Zhao Lulu: "@Zhou Lingyan, when are you arriving at the airport? Do you need me to pick you up? (cute.jpg)"
After sending the message, she put her phone aside.
Three seconds later, the phone started vibrating wildly.
Zhao Lulu glanced at it.
Zhou Lingyan: "Zhao Lulu, you just wait!!!"
Zhao Lulu stared at the message Zhou Lingyan had posted on the screen.
three seconds.
Five seconds.
ten seconds.
She suddenly put down her phone, let out a soft breath, and the carefree smile on her face gradually faded away.
"Alright, Zhou Lingyan."
A smile, completely different from Zhou Lingyan's usual flamboyant smile, curved at the corners of her lips.
Zhao Lulu's smile is always radiant and carefree, instantly putting people in a good mood.
But this smile now feels a bit cold.
You, Zhou Lingyan, can curse Xu Yueqing, Bei Weiwei, Chen Bo, or anyone else you want.
What does this have to do with me?
I was just there to watch the show, and I casually took a picture and posted it in the group chat. What's wrong with that?
When you posted those two suggestive photos, did you not consider the issue of appropriateness?
I posted a photo of me and my best friend, and you got all worked up?
"Chen Bo is someone I picked up," "Why do you have the right to sleep in my house and sleep with my people?"—these statements make it sound like Chen Bo is your private property.
Okay, so you picked him up.
Then I'm still his client.
The 500,000 yuan cash transfer hasn't even been completed yet, and the electronic contract is clearly signed.
You called him a tool?
So, as the person who paid him real money to do the work, should I respectfully call him "Mommy Sugar Daddy"?
Zhao Lulu became angrier the more she thought about it, and the more she felt that she was being unfairly blamed.
She clutched her phone in her hand, her fingernails leaving faint marks on her newly done manicure.
Beside him, Chen Bo, wearing monitoring headphones, was intently watching the audio waveform on the screen, his fingers nimbly sliding across the mixing console.
The warm yellow light in the recording studio shone on his profile, and he had no idea what kind of psychological storm the woman behind him was going through.
Zhao Lulu looked at him.
I suddenly remembered what he had just said—"If it had been you last night, and you had said you wanted to come up for a while, I wouldn't necessarily have refused."
Are you kidding me?
It must be a joke.
but……
What if?
Forget it, now is not the time to think about this.
Now, it's not for love, not for friendship, but for—
To prove someone wrong.
Zhao Lulu took a deep breath, stood up, and tiptoed around to Chen Bo's back.
He was focused on adjusting the EQ settings of a track and didn't notice her movements at all.
Zhao Lulu took out her phone and opened the camera.
She looked down at her outfit.
The bright yellow dress had a shockingly short hem that barely covered the middle of her thighs when she sat down.
She hesitated for 0.3 seconds.
Then she reached out and gently lifted the hem of her skirt another inch.
One more inch.
The hem of the skirt is almost at the top of my thighs; any higher and it'll really...
She didn't raise it any higher.
But this level of detail is already enough to spark the imagination.
She turned slightly to the side so that the camera could frame both her and Chen Bo's backs at the same time.
The angle should be tricky, and the composition should be ambiguous.
She studied the two photos that Zhou Lingyan posted no less than twenty times.
Light and shadow, posture, sense of distance—every detail is meticulously designed.
Zhao Lulu usually disdains such petty tricks, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't.
I just felt it was unnecessary.
Now she feels it's very necessary.
"Click—"
The sound of the shutter was exceptionally clear in the quiet recording studio.
Chen Bo's fingers paused for a moment.
He didn't turn around, but simply asked, "What are you filming?"
"Take a selfie." Zhao Lulu said without changing her expression. "Post it on WeChat Moments."
Chen Bo said "Oh" and continued adjusting the sound.
He didn't even consider that possibility.
In his eyes, Zhao Lulu was a rich second-generation boss who loved to play, make a fuss, watch excitement, and eat sunflower seeds.
Taking a selfie and posting it on WeChat Moments is perfectly normal.
He had no idea that just three meters behind him, a photo that was enough to ignite his entire circle of girlfriends was being generated.
Zhao Lulu looked at the finished product on the screen.
satisfaction.
Very satisfied.
In the photo, Chen Bo sits in front of the mixing console, only half of his face is visible, looking focused and quiet.
She stood slightly to his left behind him, leaning forward slightly, holding her phone in one hand, and the other hand... well, it looked like it was resting on the back of his chair, but it also looked like it wasn't resting on anything at all.
But that's not the point.
The focus is on her skirt.
That skirt hem, that angle, that barely visible curve of the upper thigh.
And when she leaned forward slightly, a glimpse of snow-white skin was inadvertently revealed at her neckline.
The lights shone perfectly on the two of them, casting a warm yellow glow that made the whole scene both ambiguous and cozy.
It doesn't seem like an affair.
Like... an attempted affair.
Zhao Lulu became more and more satisfied with what she saw.
She even began to understand how Zhou Lingyan felt when he posted those two photos.
This feeling of showing off that "I have what you don't" is indeed a bit addictive.
She exited the camera app and opened WeChat.
The Five Golden Flowers of Haicheng
Zhou Lingyan's last words were still clearly displayed on the screen: "Zhao Lulu, you just wait!!!"
Zhao Lulu's fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.
Select an image.
Caption.
send.
All in one go.
The caption was just four words: "Working hard.jpg"
Sent successfully.
Then she silenced her phone, placed it face down on the mixing console, sat back down in her chair, crossed her legs, and looked at Chen Bo with an innocent expression.