Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

She was visibly stunned by Si Mo's address to Chu Qingchen. It was rare to hear someone directly address Marshal Chu by his name.

Then he saw that Chu Qingchen beside him didn't look angry, but instead had a hint of surprise and...pleased?

"Well, follow me." Auntie smiled and raised her hand to guide Si Mo to find a room. Before leaving, Si Mo politely said hello to Chu Qingchen: "Then I'll go first, you——"

Before he finished speaking, a phone rang urgently in the room.

Chu Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at Si Mo briefly before walking over and picking up the phone. It was Prime Minister Cen who called to tell him that Zhao Shi's matter had been dealt with.

Chu Qingchen briefly explained to the person on the other end of the phone that poor Adjutant Cen was destined to be busy tonight because Zhao Shi's commander was still being held in the police station, in case he woke up and had any trouble.

"I see. Please take the trouble to go find him."

"..."

"If we can talk, bring her back to see me. If not, get rid of her." The man's voice was low and slow, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

Fragments of the words on the phone reached Si Mo's ears. He seemed to have gotten to know Chu Qingchen all over again in this matter. Different from his previous gentle appearance, he was now exuding bone-chilling coldness and ruthlessness. It seemed that this Chu Qingchen was the epitome of his true self.

After all, he is the young marshal that everyone respects and fears.

While Si Mo was stunned for a while, Chu Qingchen had already hung up the phone and walked towards Si Mo with one hand in his pocket.

The two were silent for a while, and the aunt consciously went out of the door and waited for Si Mo.

"Can I see that tomorrow?" Si Mo spoke first, pointing at the telephone that Chu Qingchen had just used and asked.

Originally, he was just a poor actor who spent his whole life in the opera theater. With his horizons restricted, he naturally found everything new and surprising.

He didn't have any special talents, and his only decent singing skill was opera. His black-hearted boss would definitely not give him any chance to go out.

And no matter how many lifetimes he had lived, this was indeed the first time that Si Mo had seen such a telephone.

After getting used to using smartphones, I became interested in different things.

Chu Qingchen seemed to have thought of this as well, and immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll show you tomorrow."

It was getting late. "Let's go." Chu Qingchen said to Si Mo, "I forgot to say good night."

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That night, the wind was biting, and it also made those who slept late more awake.

Chu Qingchen felt his heart rate rising frequently, not only because of what happened tonight, but more because his sweetheart lived next door.

Chu Qingchen pinched his brows, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a half-opened bottle of wine and a glass, and finally chose to sit on the sofa. He tried to numb his confused thoughts with alcohol.

Over the years, he seemed to care about no one like Si Mo, including himself.

I couldn't take my eyes off him from the first time I saw him. The lights around the stage dimmed and the scene became obscure. Only the young man standing in the center was a vivid color.

Later, I couldn't help worrying about him anymore and wanted to help him with all my strength, for no reason at all.

knock knock.

Two very light knocks on the door sounded slowly and steadily. Chu Qingchen raised his eyes and vaguely saw a thin figure standing outside the door.

"Enter."

Chu Qingchen waited for two seconds, and saw the figure outside the door slowly push open the door, being very careful not to let his men make any noise.

After Si Mo entered the room, he turned around and immediately met Chu Qingchen's gaze, who was staring at him straight in the eye.

Somewhat embarrassing.

"Ahem," the young man pursed his lips and came to Chu Qingchen, his eyes swept to the glass of wine on the coffee table, "I saw the light in your room is still on, why aren't you asleep?"

"You can't sleep either?" Si Mo looked at him.

Chu Qingchen understood the word "also" and nodded, saying, "Yes, I haven't slept yet. I'm thinking about something."

During the conversation, Chu Qingchen subconsciously sat up straight. The wine he drank before seemed to take effect at this moment. The light fruity aroma of alcohol swept away the fatigue on his face.

After that, neither of them said anything, and Si Mo did not ask what was bothering Chu Qingchen.

"Well, go to bed early." He took a few steps forward. Chu Qingchen reacted half a second late. When his eyes focused on Si Mo, he could only watch the young man pick up the remaining glass of wine on the table, raise it to his lips, and slightly tilt his head back.

Si Mo's Adam's apple rolled up and down once, and the strong foreign liquor touched his mouth and slid all the way into his stomach. Almost instantly, a burning sensation came over him, causing Si Mo to frown fiercely, and a layer of clear water immediately appeared in his eyes.

"What kind of wine is this? Why is the concentration so high?!"

Si Mo took a few steps back, covered his lips and coughed a few times, even the tip of his nose turned red, which made him look cute.

Chu Qingchen was not surprised by this. After all, he had chosen this drink just because he hoped he could stop having wild thoughts. He just didn't expect Si Mo to drink it.

He was drinking from the same cup.

However, he had stood up to pour water for Si Mo a few seconds before Si Mo started coughing, and quickly handed it to Si Mo. Si Mo didn't care and immediately took it and drank several sips before the spicy feeling was relieved.

"I'm sorry." Chu Qingchen said while patting Si Mo's back.

Si Mo recovered, took a deep breath and put the cup back on the table: "What are you apologizing for?"

"You didn't ask me to drink."

"I think you're a little cute." Si Mo's blinking frequency slowed down a bit, his amber eyes fixed on Chu Qingchen's face. The man's superior and tall nose blocked a little bit of the starlight, making him look like he was standing in a sinister shadow.

Si Mo seemed to see two lowly officials of Chu.

This was the first time someone had said this, and that person was Si Mo. Chu Qingchen's fingertips suddenly tightened, and the scent of grapes entangled between their nostrils, and it became stronger and stronger.

Drunk? Just one sip.

Chu Qingchen sighed helplessly, feeling that there was nothing he could do about Si Mo.

The boy who disturbed his mind offered to go home with him, then came to tease him late at night, and finally ran away irresponsibly, like a gust of wind that could not be caught.

"You are drunk. I will take you back to rest..."

Before Chu Qingchen finished saying the word "rest", he suddenly felt something tight in front of him. Si Mo grabbed Chu Qingchen by the collar and stubbornly pulled him down.

The moment when the soft and red lips touched his was so unreal that the changing thoughts in Chu Qingchen's mind stopped at this moment. Everything was silent and the ropes that had been taut all the time suddenly broke at this moment.

"Well...you can't just..." Si Mo frowned in dissatisfaction, because it seemed that he was the one who took the initiative in this kiss, and Chu Qingchen just stood there stiffly like a piece of wood, which made him very unhappy!

"Can't you move a little and take the initiative?"