Quick Travel: Crazy criticism of the host and his love for him

"Hey, Tianyue has launched a new game."

"Tianyue is a game company, and launching new games is not normal."

Qin Yuanzhen expressed that he didn't quite understand Jiang Muchao's surprise.

"But the name of this game is Doomsday Domination."

"Domination of Doomsday, this name sounds familiar."

"It's the one you often play, Yan Yu. I saw the game screen recording posted by others, and the characters in it are exactly the same as the one you play."

"Let me see."

Yan Yu and Qin Yuanzhen walked over together and looked at the video on Jiang Muchao's phone.

With just one glance, Qin Yuanzhen's face darkened.

Yan Yu looked at him: "This is the game the company is perfecting. Have you cooperated with Tianyue? Or sold it to Tianyue?"

"nothing."

The air became quiet for a while. Qin Yuanzhen took out two pieces of paper to wipe his hands, picked up his coat and strode out.

"I'll go back and take a look."

"Just wait for me and I'll go with you."

"Need not."

The words came together with the sound of the door closing, and Yan Yu looked at the wrist held by Rong Zhimian.

"Don't go, Qin Yuanzhen can handle it. You are just a small employee, and you can't help much if you go. Aren't you tired after a day of climbing?"

"It's okay. Let go of your hand and I'll take a shower."

After hearing this, Rong Zhimian let go.

Yan Yu simply took a shower and came out. Jiang Muchao and Rong Zhimian were wrestling with each other for some reason.

Without squinting, Yan Yu walked to the bed where Song Sichen was lying and sat down: "You two sleep on that bed, and I sleep with Song Sichen."

The two said in unison: "No!"

The two of them each withdrew their hands, stopped wrestling with each other, and began to criticize each other's shortcomings.

"Jiang Muyao loves to kick the quilt when he sleeps. You will definitely catch a cold if you sleep with him."

"Rong Zhimian's feet smell bad, I won't sleep with him."

"Jiang Muyao likes to fart while sleeping, so I won't sleep with him."

"You fucking fart, who likes to fart while sleeping? It's pure slander."

"My feet stink, have you ever smelled them?"

The two stared at each other fiercely, neither of them admitting defeat.

Yan Yu glanced at Song Sichen beside her, and said leisurely: "How about you two have a fight, and the winner sleeps on the bed, and the loser sleeps on the floor."

"Rong Zhimian spends all day in that martial arts gym, and the devil fights with him. Yan Yu, I'll sleep with you, and Rong Zhimian sleeps with Song Sichen."

"No, if you want to sleep, I'll sleep with Yan Yu, and you sleep with Song Sichen."

"Have you two asked me for my opinion?"

Song Sichen didn't think it was a big deal when watching the show: "The three of you live in a dormitory, let's sleep together."

"It's better for the three of you to sleep. I'm fine by myself." After saying that, Yan Yu stood up and walked to the other bed, making room for the two of them.

"Rock, paper, scissors, the winner chooses first."

Rong Zhimian nodded: "Okay."

"rock-paper-scissors!"

Rong Zhimian raised his eyebrows: "I won. I slept with Yan Yu, and you slept with Song Sichen."

Jiang Muyao grabbed Rong Zhimian's clothes and said, "Win two out of three games."

"I have already won. Whoever competes with you will win two out of three games."

"Win two out of three!"

"Winning or losing is determined by one round."

The two were in a stalemate again, neither of them giving way.

"I didn't say win-win-out-of-three just now."

"I didn't say just now that one round will determine the outcome."

Yan Yu silently picked up the phone and clicked on Landlords.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and finally decided to win two out of three games.

Then after a round of gestures, Rong Zhimian still won.

"So what if you win two out of three games, it still won't change your ending of complete defeat."

He smiled provocatively at Jiang Muyao, stretched his long legs and lay beside Yan Yu.

"By the way, since when did I become so popular that it was worth tit-for-tat for you two? Don't you two covet my beauty?" As she said that, Yan Yu picked up her phone and took a photo of her.

"I'm warning you, I have a girlfriend."

Rong Zhimian's smile continued, but Jiang Muchao turned his head away.

Yan Yu put down her phone and took the remote control from the bed cabinet.

"What do you want to watch? Watch a movie and sleep."

"Whatever, I'm going to take a shower." Rong Zhimian wanted to sleep with her boyfriend, and it must smell good.

Yan Yu searched for a long time but couldn't find anyone he was interested in. He put down the remote control boredly and pulled the quilt to cover his head.

When Rong Zhimian came out, Yan Yu was already drowsy.

Later, it seemed that Jiang Muchao and Song Sichen also went to wash up separately, and the other Yan Yu was not sure.

It was quiet at night.

The source of the throbbing was right next to him. Rong Zhimian couldn't control his heart, and secretly reached for the source of heat with his fingers.

After touching Yan Yu's body, he was retracted as if he was electrocuted.

His eyes were closed and his hands were placed on his abdomen in a polite manner.

After a while, he secretly opened one eye and stretched out his hand. After several trials, he carefully moved himself over.

Feeling his arm against Yan Yu's shoulder, he was quiet for a moment. After calming down his heart that was beating rapidly after doing bad things, he put his hands on Yan Yu's waist and leaned his head on Yan Yu's shoulder.

It wasn't until he leaned against Dream's chest as he wished and felt the other's warm body temperature that Rong Zhimian closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Jiang Muyao, who was sitting across a bed cabinet, was very resentful. He felt very unhappy when he thought that he had prepared carefully but ended up making a wedding dress for someone else.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. After gritting his teeth and stamping his feet, he sat up, and then...

Then Yan Eucalyptus became a sandwich biscuit.

How could Rong Zhimian endure this? He stretched out his hand to push Jiang Muchao and signaled him to get down quickly.

This person climbed up based on his ability, and you can go down as soon as you tell him. Jiang Muyao is selectively deaf and deaf.

He slapped Rong Zhimian's hand away and put it on Yan Yu's body.

Rong Zhimian gritted his teeth. He didn't care if he would be woken up. He put the bed leg on Yan Yu's knee and kicked Jiang Muyao hard, knocking him down.

Caught off guard, Jiang Muyao fell down and screamed out of nowhere he hit.

Although he stopped in time, the sleeping person still woke up.

Yan Yu turned on the light, and what she saw with sleepy eyes was Jiang Muchao's face with a pained expression.

"you……"

"I had a nightmare. I flopped twice and accidentally fell off the bed."

"Are you okay?"

"it's okay no problem."

Jiang Muyao waved his hand, lifted the quilt to get into bed, and then looked at Song Sichen with a half-smiling look.

Jiang Muyao closed his eyes and pretended he didn't see anything.

Seeing Jiang Muchao lying down, Yan Yu turned his eyes to Rong Zhimian.

He was leaning on his chest, hugging his waist, and his legs were pressing his knees, just like using himself as a human-shaped pillow.

His breathing was long, as if he was really asleep.

"..." Tsk, you're so pretending.

Yan Yu didn't reveal it, so he pulled Rong Zhimian down and turned off the light.

Not long after, the people next to me started making sneaky moves again.

He lay on his side and went straight into Yan Yu's arms as if he was afraid of the cold in winter.

To facilitate him, Yan Yu also lay on his side.

He took his hand and put it on his waist, and buried his face in Yan Yu's chest...