After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

Perhaps because she was moved by Chen Songyun's love, or perhaps because of the kitten that was specially given to her that afternoon, Chen Xingzhu subconsciously indulged Qiao Wenzhou a little, and this indulgence was reflected in all aspects of life.

For example: when eating, Qiao Wenzhou would quietly move towards Chen Xingzhu. Chen Xingzhu would look up and then continue to eat with her head down. Then Qiao Wenzhou would sit down next to Chen Xingzhu.

When Chen Xingzhu was working, she was processing documents in the study. Qiao Wenzhou would sneak in quietly, then sit on the sofa and watch Chen Xingzhu work until the sun went down.

And at night, Qiao Wenzhou calmly replaced the coffee that Chen Xingzhu had placed on the bedside table with half a cup of hot milk.

What's more, Qiao Wenzhou, who was supposed to sleep in the guest room, would sneak into Chen Xingzhu's bedroom in the middle of the night, occupy half of the bed while Chen Xingzhu was sleeping, and hug the original owner of the bed into his arms.

Therefore, when Chen Xingzhu woke up in the early morning and found himself being held tightly like an octopus, Chen Xingzhu was no longer surprised.

He naturally brushed his arms away and walked to his closet to change.

The smooth back caught the eyes of the people behind him, and a dark color flashed in Qiao Wenzhou's eyes.

While eating, Chen Xingzhu pushed the celery aside in a picky manner.

He has told his aunt many times that he doesn't like celery, but his aunt still insists on cooking celery for Chen Xingzhu in different ways.

She said that celery is nutritious and Mr. Chen could try it.

But Chen Xingzhu didn't want to try it. He relied on the fact that his aunt would not do anything to him, and he blatantly pulled out the celery every time, just like a little child.

A pair of chopsticks was stretched out. It was Qiao Wenzhou who was sitting next to him. He picked up the celery on the side of Chen Xingzhu's bowl very naturally and put it into his mouth.

Chen Xingzhu paused while eating, "You..."

While eating, Qiao Wenzhou's voice was a little unclear, "What about the injection?"

"No...it's okay." Chen Xingzhu ignored the celery in the other person's mouth and continued to eat with his head down.

When the aunt came to clean up, "Oh, Mr. Chen ate celery?" She was very surprised.

Chen Xingzhu was about to deny it, but Qiao Wenzhou said first: "The celery made by Auntie is delicious."

Auntie was even happier, "Haha, really? Then I'll do more tomorrow."

Hearing this, Chen Xingzhu cast a deadly look at the talkative Qiao Wenzhou.

Qiao Wenzhou quickly waved his hand, "No, no need, one plate is enough, you will get sick of it if you eat too much."

Auntie smiled and said, "One plate is not enough. It's okay. Celery is watery and not easy to get sick of."

The matter was settled.

After the aunt left, Chen Xingzhu stared with dead eyes.

Qiao Wenzhou smiled awkwardly, looking guilty.

Chen Xingzhu: "You will be responsible for tomorrow's celery."

Qiao Wenzhou quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll take care of this."

This time, Chen Xingzhu was finally satisfied.

In the afternoon, Chen Xingzhu was working in the study when Qiao Wenzhou walked in with a glass of water.

Placing the water cup next to Chen Xingzhu, Qiao Wenzhou sat quietly on the sofa at the side and picked up a magazine on the table to read.

Chen Xingzhu could sense that the guy from the sofa would occasionally cast vague glances at her, indicating that the guy's mind was not on the magazine at all.

On the computer, Secretary Zhang's message was displayed, "Mr. Chen, the contract between Shengshi and He Bingxia has expired. They have announced that they do not plan to renew the contract with He Bingxia. Many companies have already extended olive branches to He Bingxia. Should we send someone over?"

Chen Xingzhu's reply was, "No, it doesn't matter who you send. She won't cooperate with any company except Shengshi."

Although Chen Xingzhu had no evidence to support his judgment, Secretary Zhang still gave a firm reply: "Okay, I understand."

Then, Chen Xingzhu: "How is the thing I asked you to do going?"

Secretary Zhang: "We have already contacted them..."

When finishing work, Chen Xingzhu raised his head, and his gaze happened to overlap with the gaze coming from the sofa.

Chen Xingzhu suddenly remembered, "Are you about to join the group?"

Qiao Wenzhou casually threw the magazine on the table and stood up. "Well, the crew is almost ready, we can start filming."

"Oh." Chen Xingzhu nodded, "When was it?"

Qiao Wenzhou had come behind Chen Xingzhu. He raised his hand to help Chen Xingzhu massage her shoulders and neck. "It should be tomorrow afternoon."

The sore neck and shoulders were pressed with the right amount of force, and Chen Xingzhu sighed comfortably, "Okay, do you need me to take you there?"

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and Qiao Wenzhou asked, "Will it not affect your work?"

Chen Xingzhu said casually: "I'm just sending you off."

The implication is that it will not affect.

The curve of the corners of his lips gradually widened, and Qiao Wenzhou was secretly happy hiding behind Chen Xingzhu.

At night, perhaps because they were about to part, Chen Xingzhu heard the sound of the door being pushed open, but he let it go.

The mattress beside him collapsed and a source of heat approached, but Chen Xingzhu still had his eyes closed, as if he was soundly asleep.

A strong arm came over and Chen Xingzhu's eyelids trembled.

"Mr. Chen..." A faint, tentative voice brushed past the earlobe, causing a thin layer of red.

Chen Xingzhu tried hard to restrain himself from groaning on the spot.

"Mr. Chen?" The voice came closer, and warm air sprayed on the skin behind his ear.

Chen Xingzhu couldn't help it and his whole body trembled.

Such temptations were carried out again and again.

Finally, Chen Xingzhu couldn't bear it anymore. He let out a moan and seemed to wake up.

"What are you doing?" There was just a hint of anger in his voice.

Qiao Wenzhou's slightly aggrieved voice rang out in the darkness, "I just want to know if Mr. Chen is asleep."

Chen Xingzhu said unhappily: "So this is why you woke me up?"

Qiao Wenzhou was a little out of breath, "I didn't mean it."

Sensing the slight grievance in the other party's tone, Chen Xingzhu: "..." Forget it, he won't bother with a child.

Chen Xingzhu unconsciously slowed down her voice, "What's wrong? Are you a little nervous about joining the group?"

In the darkness, Chen Xingzhu heard a muffled "hmm".

Reaching out, Chen Xingzhu rubbed the boy's furry head and said, "Don't be nervous, you can do it. Believe in yourself..."

Chen Xingzhu kept on giving instructions.

Feeling the gentle hand on his head, Qiao Wenzhou wanted to hug it tightly in his arms several times.

After joining the team, he could no longer spend every day with this person.

After joining the group, he could no longer eat the celery left by this person.

After joining the team, he can no longer secretly watch this person while he is working.

After joining the group...

There are many more, but he can’t do them all.

"If anything happens on the set, remember to tell me right away, okay?"

Qiao Wenzhou raised his eyes suddenly, "After joining the team, can I still contact you?"

Chen Xingzhu suppressed her smile. "Look at what you said. Why can't you contact me after joining the crew? What happened? The crew is going to shoot in the deep mountains and forests? There is no signal there?"

Qiao Wenzhou quickly responded, "Yes, there is a signal!"

Chen Xingzhu curled her lips, "That's it."

Hearing the smile in the other person's voice, Qiao Wenzhou swallowed his saliva. He suddenly leaned close to Chen Xingzhu's ear, his breath burning, "Mr. Chen, I, I want to... Is it okay?"

He suddenly felt like a young boy, with a hot feeling in his chest.

Chen Xingzhu's alarm bells immediately rang, "No!"

Qiao Wenzhou panted, "But, I just want to..."

Chen Xingzhu pushed the other person's head away, "Shut up! Don't think about it!"

Qiao Wenzhou rubbed the palm of his hand above his head and said pitifully, "I can't control it..."

Really, I can't control it...

Chen Xingzhu was very cold, "You have to control it even if you can't control it!"

"Mr. Chen..."

"Don't act pitiful!"

"Woo..."

"I told you not to act pathetic!"

"Woooo..."

"You...why are you so unreasonable?"

"Wuwuwu...Mr. Chen...I feel uncomfortable..."

"..."

"It hurts... I really feel so bad... oooh..."

Chen Xingzhu listened to the other person's sobbing, ah...

Why does he only respond to soft tactics and not hard ones?

"Mr. Chen...please help me...help me...wuwuwu..."

Chen Xingzhu: Forget it, just give up.