The Godly Cultivation System: The housekeeper's boyfriend is actually the main god

After a while, he felt completely sleepy and fell into a deep sleep wrapped in the quilt on the bed.

Nan Jingyou had a dream.

In his dream, he was surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers. You Che was walking towards him from a distance. When their bodies were about to touch, You Che hugged him and they gave each other a long French kiss.

In the dream, it was his first time and he had no experience. Plus, he was so nervous that he even forgot to breathe.

When he felt he was about to suffocate, he finally opened his eyes and woke up.

Only then did he realize that the reason he was suffocating was because You Che pinched his nose.

After sitting up all of a sudden, his face was puffed up with anger, "You Che, why did you pinch my nose? Why didn't you just wake me up?"

"Master, do you think I didn't call you? It's because I didn't call you that I had to resort to this desperate measure." You Che folded his arms across his chest, sitting on the edge of the bed with a look of anticipation on his face.

He was now wearing a suit.

I don’t know what was going on in his mind, but this time he didn’t choose black, but instead chose a blue suit that was one shade darker than Nan Jingyou’s suit.

Nan Jingyou touched his nose awkwardly, "I, I shouldn't sleep so soundly."

As it turned out, he really slept so soundly. You Che called him at least three times, but he just kept whining and lying in bed and refused to get up.

I kept repeating to myself: Three minutes, sleep for another three minutes.

You Che looked at him with a smile, but finally chose not to reveal his past.

"Master, I have someone send some food over. Eat something to fill your stomach. That kind of dinner is usually for socializing, and I guess you can't eat much at night."

The purpose of Wanbaolou hosting this kind of dinner is nothing more than to attract old customers and demonstrate its strength to the industry.

The invited guests will also use the dinner to make connections and seek cooperation.

Therefore, basically no one will eat a lot at a banquet just to fill their stomach, as this is considered an unbecoming behavior by others.

Nan Jingyou got out of bed obediently, then followed You Che outside.

At the dining table, Nan Jingyou put down his cutlery when he was 70% full.

Afterwards, he went to the bathroom to wash up. When he looked in the mirror, he realized that his hair was a mess.

Fortunately, You Che is almost an all-rounder, and even things like hairstyling are no problem for him.

He picked up the hair dryer and comb and fiddled with Nan Jingyou's hair for a few times, then put some hair wax on his hair to fix the hairstyle.

After a while, the person in the mirror changed drastically.

If Nam Kyung-woo scored nine points before his hairdo, then he scored twelve points after it.

Nan Jingyou looked at himself in the mirror with surprise. Although he had applied hair wax, his hair was not greasy. His hair was parted in a 3:7 ratio, with one side combed up and the other side having fine bangs.

His temperament is between refreshing and steady, and with that handsome face, it is hard not to notice him.

"You Che, you are really my god. You can even make hair look so beautiful. Is there anything you can't do?"

Nan Jingyou was just joking, but he didn't expect him to answer seriously.

"Master, there are things I really can't do, such as giving birth to a child."

He held Nan Jingyou in his arms, and the two of them in the mirror were face to face, full of ambiguity.

"Master, what if you want a child in the future and dump me?"

Nan Jingyou's face turned red, and he glared at him in the mirror, "If I really wanted a child, why would I date you? Do you think I'm some scumbag?"

The person in the mirror smiled contentedly, "Okay, Master, I won't tease you anymore. Hurry up and change your clothes. The dinner is about to start. It's not good to be late."

He took his hands off Nan Jingyou's waist and tactfully left the room.

Only Nan Jingyou was left standing there muttering, "It's your fault that I'm late."

Seeing that time was really running out, he had to change his clothes quickly. After everything was packed, he and You Che took the elevator to the banquet hall.

The venue for this dinner is Genting Hotel’s largest and most luxurious banquet hall – Genting Pavilion, which occupies a single floor of the hotel and is specially designed for hosting various banquets for the upper class in Hai City.

When Nan Jingyou and the other arrived, a few people had already gathered at the entrance of the banquet hall. The men were dressed in suits and the women were all wearing beautiful dresses.

Everyone lined up in an orderly manner, apparently to check their invitations.

Nan Jingyou walked towards the door calmly with the invitation in his hand, while You Che automatically stood behind him, showing a protective attitude while clearly distinguishing the primary and secondary.

Soon it was Nan Jingyou's turn to check the invitation. He handed the golden invitation directly to the receptionist, "Hello, the person next to you is my companion."

When the receptionist saw the color of the invitation, his hand paused slightly, then he took it respectfully and examined it without changing his expression.

"Sir, there is no problem with the invitation. Please come in." After returning the invitation to Nan Jingyou, she made an inviting gesture to the two of them.

Nan Jingyou nodded politely and walked towards the banquet hall with You Che.

When it was the next guest's turn, he asked the receptionist, "Why did the invitation color of that person just now differ from ours? I saw that everyone's invitation was black."

The people queuing behind him also began to whisper.

The receptionist explained politely, "Dear guest, the golden invitation card represents that he is the most distinguished customer of our Wanbaolou, and no more than ten golden invitation cards will be issued."

The receptionist stopped there. Those present were all experienced people, and after hearing this reminder, they could understand that the man just now was not someone who should be provoked casually.

The banquet hadn't officially started yet. Nan Jingyou found a sofa and sat down after entering. Before he had sat down for a few minutes, he heard someone calling him.

After taking a quick look around, he discovered that it was Mu Ziruo, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

At this moment, his eye-catching silver hair had turned black, his pink earrings had been taken off, and he was wearing a black suit. He looked completely different from when he first saw him.

"Ziruo, why did you dye your hair black? I almost didn't recognize you." Nan Jingyou teased him with a smile.

But it does look a lot better now.

It’s not that he didn’t like Mu Ziruo’s previous look, but he was not particularly accepting of things that were too trendy.

Speaking of this, Mu Ziruo instantly wilted. He sat down on the vacant sofa to the right of Nan Jingyou and began to complain about his experience.

"Well, it's a long story. My dad couldn't stand my hairstyle a long time ago. He said that it would be embarrassing for him if I came to the dinner with silver hair, so he insisted that I dye it black."

"I had no intention of coming, but my dad said he would suspend my card if I didn't come. I had no choice but to bear the humiliation."

Mu Ziruo shrugged, his whole body filled with resentment.