Wear it quickly and don’t mess with the cutie

After the performance, Luo Ziye left everything behind and concentrated on taking care of Qiao Muxi at home. In order not to be disturbed, he changed his home phone card and didn't care at all that the outside world's impression of him had developed to that extent.

At this time, all the movie reviews on the Internet focus on movies starring Luo Ziye.

"Really, so passionate"

"I cried when I saw it, you must go and see it!"

“I can’t recover for a long time”

"Ahhh! So handsome! The male lead is so handsome."

"Don't you think the boxing champion played by Luo Ziye is also very handsome...even though he lost in the end?"

"But he didn't get discouraged even if he lost!"

"The boxing champion is worthy of his name"

"Okay, from now on I want to know all the information about this man"

"Luo Ziye? He doesn't seem to have signed a contract with an agency."

"You can become famous without a brokerage company?!"

"Husband, husband!"

“Really awesome”

When the group went crazy, Qiao Muxi was watching a movie on the sofa in the living room, leaning on the arms of Luo Ziye, who was half-red.

They stayed together every day these days, and Luo Ziye especially enjoyed their alone time.

On the soft sofa, Qiao Muxi was amused by the movie from time to time, giggling non-stop, feeling the vibrations in Luo Ziye's chest behind her when she laughed.

The ringtone of the cell phone broke this. Qiao Muxi took the cell phone next to her and saw that it was Nan Qianman calling.

The ringing kept ringing, and she was surprised that the call came at this time, wondering if there was something urgent.

After the call was connected, Nan Qianman's voice could not suppress the excitement: "Xixi, it's beyond my imagination. You caught a treasure."

There was no beginning or end, and Qiao Muxi was confused: "What baby?"

Luo Ziye in the back seemed unhappy at being ignored, and insisted on attracting attention. He hugged her waist, put his head on his shoulder, and pressed his mouth against the exposed skin of Qiao Muxi's neck.

Qiao Muxi couldn't help but hum. Fortunately, she had already adapted to his intimate gesture, and immediately adjusted herself to continue talking with Nan Qianman.

"You don't know? You two are living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, isolated from the world. Let me tell you, Luo Ziye is on fire, a fire! The Internet is going crazy. You have to tie him up and don't confess him and run away."

Nan Qianman talked a lot, and Qiao Muxi listened very carefully. The main idea was that the drama Luo Ziye took was very popular and won many awards. His role was very likable and his performance was good.

That's what it means to become famous overnight.

While Qiao Muxi was looking at the comments on the Internet, some were good and some were bad, Luo Ziye from behind nuzzled her ear, stuck out his tongue, licked and kissed her.

The presence was strong, but it did not achieve the desired goal. Qiao Muxi just avoided it from time to time, still looking at the remarks about Luo Ziye on her phone.

Luo Ziye leaned against her ear and said in a breathy voice like a pestering male fox: "You don't seem to be surprised at all. My husband is so powerful, why don't you give me a kiss?"

I'm not surprised because I knew that Luo Ziye would definitely become popular and it was expected. But who knew that Luo Ziye would become popular unless it could be predicted.

Qiao Muxi didn't expect this, and was stunned for a moment. She hesitated and turned her head away, as if she was afraid of being exposed. She obediently followed Luo Ziye's instructions and kissed him on the cheek: "Okay..."

The way Luo Ziye looked at her became unpredictable and gloomy, and he whispered in a hoarse voice: "It's not enough."

As he spoke, he clasped the back of Qiao Muxi's neck with one hand and pressed his lips heavily.

After the kiss, Luo Ziye's breath was unstable and his blood was unbearably hot. Qiao Muxi generally couldn't stop his domineering kiss, so after being kissed, his face would always be red, his mouth would be open and he would gasp, with a delicate and weak voice.

Luo Ziye held her red cheek with a blank expression, her throat rolled, and she leaned forward to take a peck.