After My Life Reset, I'm On Top of The World

In the underground garage of the hotel, gentleman Wei Ziqi opened the passenger door for Dong Wanxin.

After watching Dong Wanxin, who was wearing a dress, get into the car, Wei Ziqi came to the main driver and took his seat.

Fasten his seat belt and start the car, but Wei Ziqi didn't drive the car away.

He turned his head to look at Dong Wanxin, who was leaning on the car seat with a tired face, and her whole body seemed to be relaxed, and asked with a smile, "...Tired?"

Dong Wanxin nodded and shook her head again. She let go of her tense mind and grinned at Wei Ziqi: "...Physically, it's okay, but mentally a little tired."

"I'd rather go on stage and sing for an hour than socialize with a bunch of people here."

"...Every time I say a word here, I have to think for a long time, and I have to keep my spirits up every moment. I am afraid that I will say something wrong, and then someone will use this sentence to bring various rhythms."

There is a hint of helplessness in Dong Wanxin's words, which is also the biggest trouble that adults who go into society need to face.

Especially in this entertainment circle, almost everyone is a competitor, and everyone is an enemy. It is extremely difficult to find a true friend.

You will never know if this "friend" who is smiling and chatting with you happily in front of you will stab you in the back in the next "five or sixty" seconds.

"This is how this circle is. You need exposure, traffic, and you need to have your own character, so you have to live with a mask every day."

"...Unless you completely stay away from this circle, this is the normal state of your future life, and it is also the difficulty you must face."

Wei Ziqi said this and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he shook the cigarette in his hand and said to Dong Wanxin, "...Do you mind if you smoke a cigarette?

Dong Wanxin's eyes curled up, revealing a bright smile and said, "...How dare I mind, you are my boss."

Wei Ziqi laughed dumbly, "...If you don't like the smell of cigarettes, I won't smoke. I still listen to people's opinions on this point, and you don't have to worry about me."

Dong Wanxin smiled and said, "...I'm actually fine with the smell of cigarettes. In the past, there were a lot of people who smoked in the bar when they sang there. At first, they didn't like the smell, but gradually it didn't matter."

"...After I became an artist, I saw a lot of people smoking. Both the director and the staff were smoking on the set."

"In that case, even if I really don't like the smell of cigarettes, I can't say anything, otherwise people will think that I am playing a big name."

Dong Wanxin sighed, the more she missed her life at home and at school.

No one has been accustomed to her since she entered the society.

Even if you encounter something that you hate or dislike, you can only endure it forcibly until you get used to it slowly.

Of course people who can't help it can break out, but it will only make people feel that you are naive, that you have broken the rules of the workplace and society, and you have to bear the consequences yourself.

Only the real strong can not mind these, because what the strong does is the rules.

Just like this man next to him.

Dong Wanxin looked at Wei Ziqi's handsome profile, and saw that he raised his head slightly, with a confident and calm attitude.

The car window was half open, he just spit out the smoke in his mouth, and his deep eyes no one knew what he was thinking, just awe-inspiring.

"This circle is so vain and condescending. Since you have decided to go dark on this road, you must make all the preparations yourself."

"...Actually, I don't really like to smirk in business negotiations with people, but since this is what I chose, I have nothing to regret."

. Wei Ziqi snuffed out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

He is not addicted to smoking, but he feels that the atmosphere is very good now, so it is suitable to smoke a cigarette and talk about some topics that miss the past.

Wei Ziqi stretched out his hand and held Dong Wanxin's little snow-white and crystal-clear hand.

Then he pulled slightly harder, and Dong Wanxin, who was sitting in the co-pilot, let out a coquettish cry, and involuntarily fell toward him.

Dong Wanxin knew what Wei Ziqi wanted to do. She closed her beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes were shaking, and her expression was a little anticipation and a little nervous.

Dong Wanxin knew that she had feelings for Wei Ziqi in her heart.

After all, a young, handsome, talented, and rich man like Wei Ziqi attracts women's attention.

In addition, Dong Wanxin has everything she has now, and the big reason is Wei Ziqi's help, and that gratitude has also turned into love subtly.

It's just that Dong Wanxin doesn't know what identity and status she is in Wei Ziqi's eyes.

Does he like himself too? Does he also have a place in his heart?

Or in Wei Ziqi's idea, she is just a transaction object, a beautiful doll and plaything.

Dong Wanxin understood that she should not think so much, should not have such expectations and covetousness.

But she is just a girl in her 20s after all. She has never been in love in her life, and she always has her own vision for love.

Wei Ziqi can be said to be the most perfect Prince Charming in her mind, but she is not the Cinderella beloved by Prince Charming.

Cinderella is just a fairy tale after all, in this reality, all she can do is actually become the prince's lover.

While thinking wildly, Dong Wanxin felt Wei Ziqi approaching her, and felt Wei Ziqi's warm breath spit on her pale cheeks.

Dong Wanxin clenched her hands nervously and responded clumsily and hard.

After a long time, Wei Ziqi let go of Dong Wanxin. Seeing Dong Wanxin's confused look when she opened her eyes, Wei Ziqi asked with a smile, "...Wanxin, what are you thinking?"

"nothing."

Dong Wanxin shook her head quickly, she took out a small mirror from the bag she was carrying, fearing that Wei Ziqi would spend all her makeup just now.

Wei Ziqi could see that Dong Wanxin's words were insincere, he just comforted softly: "...don't think about it, you girls, you are just happy

Happy cranky. "

"How could I be thinking nonsense."

Dong Wanxin suppressed the complicated thoughts in her heart. So long after graduation, she had already learned to hide her inner thoughts.

It's just that Wei Ziqi, who has experienced many life simulations, his experience is not what ordinary people can imagine.

No matter how well Dong Wanxin hides it, he can still see the haze deep in his eyes.

Wei Ziqi didn't say anything, he took Dong Wanxin's hand, put the gear in the forward gear and started the car.

At the end of April, the night wind in the imperial capital was very cool. It blew into the car from the half-opened window, floating Dong Wanxin's neat and beautiful bangs under the cool breeze, and even the mood seemed to lighten up.

"Are you living in a house rented by the company now?"

Wei Ziqi, who had been driving silently, suddenly spoke up.

"Well, it's moved in now."

Dong Wanxin nodded in response.

"Are you used to living there?"

"It's a good place to live, the community is high-end, and the residents are also very qualified. I don't know how better it is than where I lived before."

Dong Wanxin casually chatted with Wei Ziqi.

"Well, that community is quite good. The age and location are also suitable. The transaction volume of second-hand houses is not high, which means that it has poor liquidity, but it also proves that the houses there are good and few people sell."

"...There is a second-hand house that is currently being sold. I have asked someone to talk about it. After finishing it, you can decorate it as you like, and you will live there in the future."

Wei Ziqi said lightly.

Dong Wanxin's heart moved, and she subconsciously refused.

Of course she knew what Wei Ziqi meant, which was to send her a house to live in.

Dong Wanxin knew the price of the community where she lived. It cost 80,000 to 90,000 yuan per square meter, and a slightly better house would cost around 10,000 yuan.

Even though she has become Wei Ziqi's lover, she doesn't feel qualified to accept such an expensive house.

On this point, Dong Wanxin is completely different from those women who do everything for money.

As if aware of Dong Wanxin's thoughts, Wei Ziqi did not wait for her to refuse, and said again: "...you can feel at ease with a house."

"...I'm not a good man, but I don't want to take advantage of others but I'm not willing to pay so badly."

Dong Wanxin gritted her teeth and whispered, "...Mr. Wei, you've already given me a lot."

That's right, the resources in the entertainment industry that Wei Ziqi gave her, and even those lyrics and songs, are probably more valuable than the house.

Wei Ziqi laughed and said, "...Wanxin, are you stupid? Although I'm praising you, you must know that when you work hard outside, you are also helping me make money."

"...So I've always been the one taking advantage."

"Be more obedient, don't think so much, you have a house of your own in the first emperor, and you can rest assured."

"...When you make more money in the future, you can look at bringing your parents to the imperial capital. If they don't want to, you can also change them a house in your hometown and let them live a good life. "

"It's not easy for them to raise you with hard work, don't you think?"

Dong Wanxin felt that Wei Ziqi could always see through her heart, making her as hard to escape as a butterfly in a net.

Thinking of her parents, Dong Wanxin suddenly became discouraged and could no longer say anything to refuse.

Seeing this, Wei Ziqi didn't say more, just held Dong Wanxin's hand with a smile and went to her house.

Wei Ziqi didn't stay overnight, he just left in the early morning and went back to his aunt's house.

"Dong Dong Dong-----,

"Wei Ziqi, if you have the ability to sleep, you have the ability to open the door!" Early in the morning, Chen Miao was knocking on his door.