The romantic and arrogant villain is forced to love him every day

"Wen Yuan! What are you doing!" Chi Zhou's wrist hurt from being pinched. "I have business with you two!"

There were many staff members of the music festival on the road, and there were even other performers who all cast curious glances.

Wen Yuan didn't care about anything and dragged the person into an empty lounge.

——There are still snacks and water left in the lounge, and the guests inside should be performing on the stage.

As soon as the door closed, Wen Yuan turned around and hugged the person into his arms.

"Brother..." He rubbed the top of Chi Zhou's head. "How can you be so bad."

Chi Zhou calmed down his rapid breathing. "...Something is wrong with me."

"You defaulted to holding hands as a reward, which is equivalent to giving me hope, but during the day... why did you draw a clear line with me?"

Wen Yuan turned on his phone and handed the screen to Chi Zhou.

The densely packed words on it were Wen Yuan begging Chi Zhou to give him a chance to speak clearly.

Chi Zhou glanced at it twice and then stopped looking.

"Are you writing an excellent composition? It makes my brain hurt."

"Brother..." Wen Yuan felt aggrieved.

"I said..." Chi Zhou moved his fingers away from Wen Yuan's tight shoulders pressing against him. "If I remember correctly, you did not confess to me, nor did you send a request to confirm the relationship. Did I say something wrong?"

"..."

It seems... indeed... never said that.

Wen Yuan suddenly felt a little unreasonable, but he still said firmly: "We are all adults. Some things should be tacitly understood."

Wasn't it obvious enough?

Chi Zhou: "Adults must be clear and clear, and cannot be fooled at all."

Wen Yuan was worried to death. "Then I will confess to my brother now! I like my brother the most, I want to do intimate things with him, and I want to be with him forever!"

There was an inexplicable smile on Chi Zhou's lips. "I reject your confession..."

"Brother!" Wen Yuan looked like a golden retriever who had been wronged. "You're playing tricks on me again..."

First turn against the customer, and then take the bait... This set of combos is a bit too smooth.

Does Chi Zhou like to see him anxious so much?

"Do you have to accept this rule if you are confessed to?" Chi Zhou smiled arrogantly.

"...You are a bad person." Wen Yuan was unable to accuse.

He always felt like he was being played around by Chi Zhou.

"So what?" Chi Zhou admitted frankly this time. "Who are you going to find to make the decision for you?"

"Then why don't you push me away now..." Wen Yuan tightened his forearm around Chi Zhou's waist.

"...You are as strong as an ox, can I push you away?"

Wen Yuan: "...I don't care."

"If you insist that I explain it clearly..." Chi Zhou drawled. "That is, at this stage, you can be regarded as a small money tree to me... I will give you some sweetness and make you work for me, understand?"

These words were so blunt and hurtful that Wen Yuan's nose and heart were sore at the same time.

In fact, this is a very simple truth. As long as he thinks a little deeper, he can easily think of it.

He just subconsciously avoided this possibility.

"……don't know."

Wen Yuan didn't want to understand.

"Okay, let go." Chi Zhou pinched Wen Yuan's waist. "The guests who will perform on stage will be back later."

"Brother, I understand." In an instant, Wen Yuan's tone suddenly became cheerful again. "If the benefits I create are big enough, my brother will give me more benefits?"

Chi Zhou: "...?"

"I will become more and more powerful. How can you hold me back with just a little sweetness, huh?"

According to normal logic, this is correct.

Chi Zhou: "...what else are you trying to do?"

"In that case, it should be explained more clearly." Wen Yuan snorted. "How much money can I make at one time, so that I can hold hands, hug, and kiss? I have to set a standard so that I can have the motivation to work hard, right?"

Chi Zhou laughed: "...you accept it well."

"I……"

Wen Yuan was about to add something when there was a knock on the door.

People outside were shouting: "Who is inside? Teacher Li is going in to rest!"

Wen Yuan had no choice but to put away the topic, lowered his head, pressed the back of Chi Zhou's head, and kissed him briefly.

Then she pressed her forehead against his and whispered, "A kiss in advance."

Chi Zhou: "..."

A guy who talks to himself.

Wen Yuan pressed the door handle and opened the door, remaining calm and composed when facing the confused or angry faces outside the door.

"I borrowed the lounge to say a few words, sorry."

'Teacher Li' is an old-school rock singer. He has passed the age of youth and frivolity, and he is also very tolerant of young people. When his assistant was about to speak out, he quickly stopped him and said kindly:

"If you haven't finished talking, it doesn't matter if you continue. I can just go to someone else's lounge."

Wen Yuan leaned forward and expressed his gratitude and apology at the same time.

"Thank you for your understanding. That's enough. You can rest."

*

Chi Zhou came to the music festival today to ask Zuo Yuan and Wen Yuan to choose songs.

They stayed in the recording studio and listened for a long time, and finally selected only one slow song among the 10 songs.

They are more inclined to create their own than to use other people's.

Chi Zhou had no objection.

——As long as they can hand over the work within the specified time.

After choosing the song, Zuo Yuan hurriedly left and went back to the dormitory to accompany his wife.

Wen Yuan quickly took out a pen and paper.

"Brother, set the standards."

Chi Zhou: "...Are you really planning to do this?"

"Of course." Wen Yuan nodded. "Adults just have to speak clearly."

Chi Zhou: "..."

"Okay, let's agree first. The standards need to be agreed by both you and me." Chi Zhou thought about it and felt that it was not a loss, so he relaxed.

Wen Yuan smiled slyly: "Yeah, of course, the main thing is based on my brother's wishes."

So...the two began to discuss silently.

Holding hands, hugging, kissing... all have clear and distinct ranges.

The length of time is determined based on the fluctuation within the interval.

Further down, the scale will be slightly larger.

They argued for a long time about which one should come first, mouth or hands.

In the end, Chi Zhou won, with his mouth ranked behind his hands.

Wen Yuan felt aggrieved and puzzled: "I am the one who serves my brother, and my brother still has to fight for victory and defeat..."

Chi Zhou's face turned red. "Shut up, you."

"The standards of speech and hands are so high..." Wen Yuan looked at the records written in his pen. "If I go to home plate... Is it possible that I will be asked to promote world peace?"

"Where is it higher? It's just the annual record sales champion or the ratings champion...it happens every year."

"Once a year?" Wen Yuan looked quite hurt.

It’s up to you whether you can get it this time or not.

"Okay... let me take a look..."

Chi Zhou also felt that he was not very humane, so he quickly revised the standards and wrote out the currently more influential platform on paper.

"Winning the season championship on these platforms is okay, right?"

Wen Yuan smiled: "Okay."