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

Zou Yanzhi sighed faintly and said in a cold tone: "It's not that I know him, I just heard of him."

"The eggs are ready. I'll get them." After saying that, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

If you have heard of it, it is not surprising. Li Yan and Zou Yanzhi belong to the same type of authors, and you can usually see news about new online articles when you go online.

Si Mo guessed that Li Yan had a high probability, or must have read Zou Yanzhi's books during his prime, whether with a learning mentality or a strong mentality.

As for Zou Yanzhi, he might have heard people mention this person's name or works, but it is unknown whether he was interested in reading the works of his "younger generation".

Zou Yanzhi came back a little while later, squeezed the sauce onto Si Mo's plate, and then asked, "Did your editor-in-chief ask you to be in charge of Li Yan? Why?"

"Didn't you say you were only responsible for me?"

Si Mo didn't notice the hint of resentment in Zou Yanzhi's tone, and said, "I don't know, it wasn't my initiative."

"Then you..." Zou Yanzhi pursed his lips and said dryly: "Are you ready to accept it?"

"It depends. Maybe—"

clang! !

The chopsticks in Zou Yanzhi's hand were suddenly thrown onto the table by the host, and the tip of the chopsticks hit the wall of the plate with a sound.

Si Mo raised his eyes and met his gloomy and unhappy face. After enduring it again and again, Zou Yan knew: "You really want him? Then what am I?"

He said he just wanted to be his own exclusive editor, how could he go back on his word! ?

He clenched his fists and looked at Si Mo with forbearance and determination: "I'm already writing the manuscript I promised Mu Yun. You don't need to bring Li Yan. Just refuse."

The silent air was filled with a gloomy atmosphere. Zou Yanzhi's abnormal attitude made Si Mo hesitate:

"...Does Li Yan have any grudge against you?"

It seemed like he had some blood feud with that man.

But in fact, things were not as complicated as Si Mo thought. Looking down on Li Yan was partly because he thought, but the main reason why Zou Yanzhi was angry was that he felt that if Si Mo took on someone else, his kindness to him would be divided.

Zou Yanzhi is undoubtedly inexperienced and reckless in matters of love. He relies on and wants to keep the good times he had with Si Mo.

But if his boyfriend is also responsible for someone else, will he have less time to spend with me? Will Si Mo go to Li Yan's house to urge him to submit his manuscript like he did to me?

They would discuss the plot together, work together and laugh.

No, it's impossible to let Si Mo leave.

"Anyway, I don't agree with you controlling him." Zou Yanzhi acted as if he didn't want to talk anymore. He leaned back in his chair with his arms around his chest. His long eyelashes couldn't cover the gloom in his eyes.

After pondering for a while, Si Mo tilted his head and tentatively asked an obvious question: "Are you jealous?"

The outer circle of the ear of the person opposite him was red, and it was unclear whether it was just what he wanted or he was simply angry. Zou Yanzhi did not answer his meaning.

These days, Si Mo could feel that he liked her. But the color of Zou Yanzhi's love still showed no sign of changing.

Sometimes it is between gray-black and light pink, but soon becomes dull due to instability.

He was too clumsy in actively expressing his feelings of love and hate, so Si Mo could only guide him patiently.

"Then tell me, what happened between you and Li Yan that made you annoyed with him so much?"

"I don't want to say it." Zou Yanzhi snorted coldly and looked at Si Mo: "If I don't say it, will you agree?"

"As the editor in charge, this is my job. Don't be too personal... You're my boyfriend, so I have to consider you first before doing anything."

"..."

Si Mo spoke in a slow and gentle voice, as if he was coaxing a naughty child, but Zou Yanzhi enjoyed it very much. He saw that his complexion had improved a lot.

He opened his mouth and said, "You don't have to work. I will support you."

Zou Yanzhi raised his eyes and looked directly into the boy's eyes. He said without hesitation.

He had never thought that one day he would say such childish and overbearing words, but if the other party was Si Mo, then everything would make sense.

It seems that unknowingly, along with a strong possessive desire, a kind of sincere love is also growing exponentially as they spend every day together with each other.

At this moment, Zou Yanzhi was extremely serious and promised everyone what he promised. He was not worried, because since he had the idea to say this, he would do it.

Instead of running around outside working for others all day, he asked Si Mo to stay with him and he was willing to spend money to pamper him. Zou Yanzhi originally thought that Si Mo had no reason to be unwilling.

But before I could think further, I was interrupted:

Si Mo frowned, pursed his lips and said, "I won't resign."

Zou Yanzhi's body trembled, and his tone unconsciously rose a lot: "Why?"

"Love is love, but have you forgotten what we agreed on? If it goes as you said, will I become a full-time nanny or a kept lover?"

"...I didn't mean that." Zou Yanzhi was stunned and hurriedly explained. He didn't expect Si Mo to think that way, and he just wanted to be nice to him.

Zou Yanzhi lowered his head, looking a little annoyed, like a child who had made a mistake and was searching his mind for words to defend himself.

"I know," Si Mo reached out and gently hooked his ring finger, stroking it slowly: "But have you ever thought that if I leave Mu Yun, I won't be able to be your editor anymore."

"Um……"

"Okay, I won't interfere with your work." After a moment of silence, Zou Yanzhi compromised first, "But Momo, you have to promise me not to have any unnecessary involvement with outsiders. There are thousands of writers out there, but you only need one boyfriend."

Si Mo bit his lip and sneered: "You make it sound like I would run away with someone else."

Zou Yanzhi did not answer, but stared at him with eyes as dark as ink, so deep that it seemed as if he could see through people's hearts.

"..."

"Okay, okay, I promise you! How many boyfriends can I find besides you?" He had no choice but to roll his eyes, but he responded to Zou Yanzhi solemnly. The man was willing to give up and followed Si Mo's hand to touch his palm. Then he held it.

He placed a gentle kiss on the back of Si Mo's hand, and a faint tremor flowed into his heart like an electric current.

There was nothing to do at home, so Zou Yanzhi spent almost the entire morning pestering Si Mo and acting like a rogue, as if he wanted to make up for the loss he suffered at breakfast.

He hugged Si Mo's waist and rubbed it with his furry head, his hands were not honest, and moved around like a snake. Then he whined that he was tired from typing and asked his boyfriend to massage his wrists, and then he said he had a headache.

Anyway, Zou Yanzhi got what he wanted and lay on Si Mo's legs with his eyes closed, unable to suppress the smile on his face. The young man patiently massaged his acupuncture points.

No one else will be able to enjoy this exclusive treatment. His boyfriend is so nice.

Zou Yanzhi felt comfortable and wanted to sleep. He also discovered recently that whenever Si Mo was by his side, he rarely suffered from insomnia.

The boy exuded an indescribable fragrance from the inside out, a blend of hundreds of flowers, snow and cold plums, and his own scent. It was like he had found a special medicine, and Si Mo was his exclusive medicine.

While Zou Yanzhi was in a daze, he heard Si Mo whisper, "So..., that Li Yan—"