I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 5

Fu Jiujiu was wearing a set of blue and white sportswear, holding a leash in his hand, and trotted behind Fu Xiaoba.

Fu Xiaoba was very excited after holding back all night, jumping up and down and running on the path in the park.

Alaskan dogs are too big, and Fu Xiaoba is very cold in front of strangers. Fu Jiujiu was afraid of scaring passers-by, so he chose to walk on remote paths.

The cold wind blowing on his face in the early morning was no different from before. Fu Jiujiu even saw a few familiar old people exercising in the morning.

He subconsciously observed his surroundings, completely unable to see any difference between this world and the original one.

Familiar neighbors, familiar environment, familiar buildings...

Even the bird's nest in the middle of the park is exactly the same as the original world, it is slightly tilted and framed on the branch of a tree.

They came to Fu Xiaoba's favorite grassy slope.

As before, Fu Xiaoba started running up and down, jumping here and there, and occasionally holding an unknown flower or branch in his mouth, wagging his tail as if offering a treasure to Fu Jiujiu.

Fu Jiujiu sat on the bench at the top of the small grass slope, took out his mobile phone and searched for the information of the current editor-in-chief of NF Apparel Group.

It's not his name, it's a lady in her early thirties named Chang Qing.

Fu Jiujiu knew her.

In addition to the few business meetings in the industry, the most important thing is that Chang Qing is a fan of "Holding the Blade".

She has recommended the comic "Holding Blade" and the artist "Blue Blade" to the public more than once on Weibo.

Qingren is Fu Jiujiu's pseudonym.

Chang Qing is much older than Fu Jiujiu, and has much more work experience.

In the original world, when Fu Jiujiu became the editor-in-chief of the NF Apparel Group, Chang Qing had abandoned the traditional paper media and turned to embrace a luxury brand, starting her career in new media, and doing it brilliantly.

In an era when paper media is declining, this is the wisest choice for many media professionals.

Before that, she had been working for the weekly magazine Yuewen, a strong competitor of NF.

Fu Jiujiu pondered for a moment, and then searched for information on the comic "Holding the Blade".

In this world, Fu Jiujiu has never had a job. Relatively speaking, he has more time. Maybe the progress of the manga will be faster.

Although Fu Jiujiu has a very clear framework for "Holding the Blade", but he still has a very strong curiosity about the details that he has not yet drawn.

He typed in the word "holding the blade" in the search box. There were a lot of information under the entry, but none of them were related to his comics.

Fu Jiujiu couldn't believe it, but also panicked.

He tried changing many different keywords and even search engines, and finally had to admit:

The manga "Knife" does not exist in this world.

"Fu Jiujiu" has no paintings.

He has 1000 million more, but his work, his comics...

The material and spiritual pillars he relied on for survival are all gone.

Without those things, Fu Jiujiu would still be Fu Jiujiu, but his heart was empty and flustered.

Like a rootless duckweed, it has no sense of security, and cannot confirm the reality and necessity of its own existence.

Fu Jiujiu frowned and looked into the distance. The tall buildings stretched almost to the sky, which was a very familiar scenery to him.

But he knows that under the shell of "same", some things are indeed different.

So, what else is different?

such as……

Fu Jiujiu's heart beat suddenly, a possibility made his heart beat wildly, and he almost stopped breathing.

For example, is his mother still alive?

Are his parents not divorced?

Have they lived happily ever after?

That's why "Fu Jiujiu" stepped into marriage recklessly without any worries at a young age?

He took a deep breath, and quickly opened the phone's address book.

He doesn't know many people in the address book, but there is a contact card with the stored name "Mom."

And his most recent call with that contact was recorded just two days ago.

Fu Jiujiu's eyes were red with excitement, and the hand holding the phone couldn't help trembling slightly.

He stared at the word and thought, if it was true, if his mother was still alive, then it would be all right for him to lose everything.

As long as his mother is alive.

He tried many times, wanting to make a phone call, but he was held back by a fear of being close to home.

Because after getting excited, he discovered that this phone number was not the string of numbers he had memorized by heart.

He finally chose to give up.

He had never been so cowardly, afraid to face the risk of not being his mother on the other end of the phone.

The phone screen quickly went dark.

Fu Xiaoba was anxiously biting his trouser leg, Fu Jiujiu smiled at him comfortingly, and rubbed its head and neck.

He needed a springboard, a buffer, and more importantly, psychological construction, so he allocated it to Qi Luo.

It happened to be six o'clock in the afternoon when Fu Jiujiu arrived at "Daohe".

The doorman opened the door for him, took the car keys and windbreaker jacket thrown by him, and greeted with a friendly smile: "Hello, Mr. Fu."

Fu Jiujiu nodded slightly, and was taken to the third floor by the warm and thoughtful service staff.

The doorman's eyes followed him a long way, and then slowly retracted.

That gaze was not straightforward, and followed his back very covertly, with a faint trace of curiosity and surprise that was not easy to detect.

Fu Jiujiu was dressed very cleanly today, and looked very different from usual.

The shirt buttons were buttoned up to the neck very rigorously, and the exposed part of the neck was slender and white, exuding an inexplicably ascetic atmosphere.

A pair of long legs were wrapped tightly, and they felt as if they were so long that they were pulled out by the short leather boots.

Except for an ear bead that is almost the same color as the shirt on his left ear, he doesn't have any other accessories on his body.

At first glance, the earball looked like an opal, but as he moved, a little light shone, reflecting on his snow-white side cheeks, making that small piece of skin more transparent.

Today he is far less ostentatious than usual, but his low profile reveals a rare luxury.

The window of the private room was open, and Qi Luo was looking down at the menu, when the two looked at each other, they laughed in unison.

Fu Jiujiu sat directly opposite Qi Luo, took out a cigarette case, knocked on one and nodded.

Seeing his movements, Qi Luo, who was about to hand over the menu, suddenly stopped.

Fu Jiujiu looked up at him, a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Why are you smoking?" Qi Luo asked in disbelief, and his face darkened.

Fu Jiujiu suddenly realized that the Fu Jiujiu in this world does not smoke.

In fact, before entering NF, he did not smoke.

It's just under the high-intensity working environment and the work pressure of often staying up late and working overtime.

He himself doesn't remember the day when cigarettes and coffee became necessities of life.

Fu Jiujiu was silent for a moment, then bit the cigarette holder, and said softly, "I'm divorced, Xiao Luo."

"What?" Qi Luo was caught off guard by this blow, and after being stunned for a moment, he said angrily, "How dare the person surnamed Lin divorce you?"

Fu Jiujiu thought the words were a little funny, so she pursed her lips: "Well, if it doesn't suit you, leave."

"What did I tell you before?" Qi Luo said anxiously, "The one surnamed Lin is not a good thing at first glance, you just don't believe it."

Qi Luo has always been critical of Lin County.

One is that Lin Jun looks cold on the outside, he doesn't look like an individual, and the other is that the Lin family's family background is too good, he is afraid that Fu Jiujiu will humiliate him in his family.

But Fu Jiujiu liked it so much that he got married again, and most of the time the two seemed to be really in love, so he accepted it.

But he happened to bump into Fu Jiujiu again and was bullied.

Lin Jun and Fu Jiujiu often quarrel, the frequency is so high that everyone has become accustomed to it.

Once, for some unknown reason, Fu Jiujiu was pissed off and went back to her home.

That night, Qi Luo went to buy his favorite ice cream while off work.

Because he was afraid of being melted, he didn't even go back to his own home, so he went upstairs and knocked on the door of Fu Jiujiu's house.

It took Fu Jiujiu a while to open the door, her breathing was unsteady, and the corners of her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

And Lin Jun stood behind him, his eyes were as cold as ice, making people feel chills all over his body, only one lip was particularly gorgeous, overpowering his gorgeous eyebrows.

The coldness surged to the heart, even he couldn't stand it, how could Fu Jiujiu stand it?

Qi Luo was very worried about Fu Jiujiu's situation at that time.

It's all right now, not only bullying others, but also pushing your nose and face, dare to ask for a divorce?

"Don't be afraid, let's see how brother will support you!" Qi Luo became more and more angry as he thought about it.

Fu Jiujiu hurriedly said: "No, no..."

"No, no? Nothing!" Qi Luo slammed his fist on the table, causing the smoke on Fu Jiujiu's lips to quiver in fright: "Don't worry, I will definitely make him cry and beg for mercy."