The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

"Who is she?" Sang Yexuan turned her eyes away, and finally landed on Lin's later years.

The woman noticed him, and a gleam flashed in her eyes. She didn't care about her messy appearance at this time, and said with raised lips: "Hello, my name is Yun Huarong, you can also call me Gu Qianmei."

She deliberately emphasized the last three words. When Sang Yexuan heard this, her eyes showed no emotion and she just stared at the young man in front of her.

"He is Sang Yexuan." Lin walked up to Sang Yexuan in his later years, put his arm around Sang Yexuan's neck, and left a message to Lin Qiqi: "Qiqi, you entertain them."

"Okay." Lin Qiqi replied.

Sang Yexuan was carried into the house by Lin Nian and walked upstairs.

The boy next to Gu Qianmei walked in and asked, "That person has lost his memory?"

"Amnesia."

Gu Qianmei took a shower, wearing a white bathrobe, her long wet hair spread directly on her back. She casually walked to the sofa and sat down.

At this time, Lin had already comforted Sang Yexuan. He walked downstairs and saw that Gu Qian was fine. He went to the refrigerator, took out the red wine and disposable cups and walked to the living room.

"What is your mission this time?"

It's normal to meet the quester in the dungeon plane, but I didn't expect that the person I met this time was acquainted, which was very subtle.

In his later years, Lin knew the original appearance of Yun Huarong and knew that it was Gu Qianmei who came. The charming face he met before appeared in his original memory. Looking at this unfamiliar face now, it felt inexplicably inconsistent.

Gu Qianmei took the cup he handed over and took a sip of the red wine. The spicy and sweet taste touched her tongue. She swallowed it and glanced at the handsome young man next to her with a sideways smile: "Avenge the Yun family and ruin the hero's reputation." ."

055, who was holding the potato chips, couldn't help but get excited: "The leading actor in this world is not interested in killing."

"Oh." Gu Qianmei responded softly, and then asked Lin in his later years: "What about you?"

Lin leaned back on the sofa in his later years: "Start a company and marry Bai Fumei."

When Gu Qianmei heard this, she became interested: "Bai Fumei? That's the person just now. Do you still want to marry Bai Fumei?"

Voices came from downstairs.

Sang Yexuan stood with the door open, listening to their conversation silently. Especially when she heard the last sentence, she clenched her fists, her eyes darkened, she pursed her lips tightly, and turned back to the room.

Lin shrugged in his later years: "His family is rich and his skin is fair. Doesn't this mean he is white, rich and beautiful?"

"Oh."

In his later years, Lin saw her staring at him with burning eyes and reached out to touch his face: "Is there something on my face?"

Gu Qianmei looked away: "No, it's just that you and Sang Yexuan's faces are the same as last time. Speaking of which, his last name was Sang before, right?"

"Ah."

Lin Qiqi said: "My host and Mr. Sang are a bit special."

special?

Gu Qianmei looked at Lin Wannian again: "We have a good relationship, can you go backstage for me?"

Lin Wannian: "...Don't talk about you first, I also want to go backstage."

Lin Qiqi was ashamed: "It's not like they have anything to do with the main system."

Ling Wuwu couldn't bear to look directly at him: "Host, I didn't expect you to be such a host."

Lin changed the subject in his later years: "We have similar tasks, what are your follow-up plans?"

Gu Qianmei pulled off the chipped manicure and said slowly: "First get rid of the person behind the original owner's orders. Since he wants the original owner to be the chicken, then I will let him be the duck."

"The person behind teaching Yun Huarong is Shen Chenli. He is the son of the governor of Jiangzhou Province. He has a background." Ling Wuwu said.

Gu Qianmei crossed her arms and said, "Tsk, I'm the only one who doesn't want to solve this problem. There's no one I can't kill."

As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Wannian aside: "You think so, right?"

In his later years, Lin lowered his head and looked at the floor: "You are you and I am me. I want to hide my strength and bide my time." After he finished speaking, he looked up and said: "As long as you don't involve me, you can kill me any way you want."

"Tsk. I want to get a bargain." Gu Qianmei stood up, stretched out, her hair falling down, she turned to look at Lin Nian and said, "Happy cooperation."

She walked back to the room.

As the door to the room was closed, Lin Qiqi moved her buttocks and approached Ling Wuwu: "What is your host's plan?"

"I'm not the roundworm in her stomach, I don't know." Ling Wuwu took a bite of potato chips: "But according to the past methods, I think it can be solved either with violence or with beauty. Where is your host?"

Lin Qiqi: "My host is setting up a new company. Within a few years, it will quickly occupy the Internet logistics system in Jiangzhou Province and even the country."

"My host computer is pretty good, how about letting her join in and give it a try?"

Ling Wuwu and Lin Qiqi looked at Lin Wannian who was about to have a drink.

Lin put down his cup in his later years: "I can do either."

Putting the unfinished red wine on the cabinet, Lin opened the lower cabinet in his later years. The cold air rushed out, and the ice-blue dumplings rubbed against his calves. He squatted down and rubbed them.

"Cuckoo~"

After playing with the Xuanbing Beast for a while, his hands were ice cold, and then he walked upstairs.

Ling Wuwu looked at the ice blue dumpling playing with Mao Liu with a complicated expression: "077, your host has so many pets."

When Lin walked into the room in his later years, the light was on, but Sang Yexuan was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

He rubbed his slightly dizzy temples, walked to the other bed, took off his shoes, lifted half of the quilt, covered himself, closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

He hadn't slept for long when a dark shadow covered him.

Lin opened half of his eyelids in his later years: "Is something wrong?"

Sang Yexuan hugged the young man's waist, breathed in the faint scent of wine on the other man's body domineeringly, pursed her lips, and said dullly: "No."

"Oh." Lin closed his eyes again in his later years.

Sang Yexuan stared at the person next to the bed, raised her hand to touch the face, but before touching it, she quickly retracted it, lying quietly on the side, with her elbow on her head, looking sideways at the sleeping person. .

No matter what Lin thinks in his later years, he will not let Lin abandon him in his later years, and he will stay behind.

Sang Yexuan's eyes flashed with gloom, and she clenched Lin's fingers in his later years.