The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

The man held his waist steadily, his dark expression flickering, and asked with a hint of coldness on his thin lips: "Queen? Ayu, who is your queen?"

"Hmm? My queen? Of course it's the powerful regent. I'm so awesome to have married such a big sweetie." Chu Shiyu smiled drunkenly, tilting his head back, half-closed his rosy peach eyes.

He raised his arm and gently stroked the man's tall nose with his fingertips.

The man looked at the charming and drunk guy in front of him with deep eyes, suppressing the secret desire in his heart, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He continued to ask in a hoarse voice: "Who is the regent?" He wanted to get a clear answer to the person he was about to mention. Could it be him?

"Of course it's... you! You bastard, you big bad guy, you keep me trapped... in bed... every day." He whispered seductively in the man's ear.

The man's pupils trembled when he heard the words, and his breathing became rapid.

I don’t know why, but this feeling is very subtle, so subtle that it seems like such a scene has actually existed before.

He couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams for a while.

The hand holding his waist tightened a little, and he really wanted to trap him in the bed and prevent him from getting out.

This enchantress was tempting him all the time.

People who were nearby heard his nonsense, but of course they just thought it was nonsense and did not take it seriously.

Xie Bingyu looked worried and urged, "Let's go back. Ayu is drunk."

The audience in the live broadcast room went wild: "Ahhh ~ The little angel is so proactive, so cute."

"Yuyu baby looks so cute when she's drunk, I want to rub her~"

"I'm so envious of the big actor, the little angel throws himself into his arms~"

“I strongly request the cameraman to get closer, I want to see the beauty crit~”

Little did the cameraman know that at this moment, he felt a chill down his spine and was sweating profusely due to Fu Yeye's warning look.

How could he dare to zoom in? He now wanted to move the camera away.

Fu Lingye stood up steadily holding the drunk guy in his arms. His originally stern expression became even more serious. He ordered the logistics in a cold voice: "Prepare the car and go back."

The logistics department was suddenly called and hurriedly drove over.

The person hanging on the body had a beautiful head drooping drowsily on the man's neck and shoulders.

The warm breath with the smell of alcohol sprayed on the man's neck, causing the man's body to become hot.

His expression did not change at all, like a cold and aloof Buddhist who was not moved by any emotional affairs, neither sad nor happy.

If it weren't for the thin red veins on his neck that were about to burst, the people at the scene would have really thought that he was calm and collected.

They all looked at his back with envy as he hugged the angel intimately.

Half an hour later.

Fu Lingye has returned to the mansion with the person in his arms, into his own private space.

On the soft big bed.

The man took off his sweat-soaked black T-shirt and black overalls bit by bit with a serious look on his face.

She picked up the warm towel and carefully wiped his red body which was covered with sweat.

As his hands moved, the heartbeat became stronger and clearer.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was longing for the fair-skinned and beautiful angel young man in bed like a wolf or a tiger.

She suppressed her crazy thoughts and leaned over to whisper in his ear with lust: "Ayu, I'll go get you some milk to sober you up. Just lie down and rest."

Fu Lingye had a gentle expression on his face. He gently covered him with a thin quilt, then turned and left the room.

Live broadcast logistics department.

The man found the director, his face stern and his attitude tough: "Prepare a glass of milk for me and a car, I want to take him away."

The director felt very disappointed when he heard this, and he felt like he was going bald. He asked cautiously, "Are you not going to record the live show anymore?" If that happened, my show would be ruined.

But, with his power, what can I do? After all, the arm can't twist the thigh!

The man's thin lips curled slightly, and his cold eyes were filled with a hint of determination: "Switch it to a random daily live broadcast." He wanted the entire network to know that this person was already his, and no one could covet her!

"Okay, sure. Then when?" The director secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he could still broadcast live.

"Contact me in three days." The man looked into the distance with a far-reaching gaze.

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The next morning, a faint light fell on the edge of the bed, and the breeze outside the window gently lifted the thin, warm-colored gauze curtain that fell on the wooden floor.

On the soft big bed, the gorgeous young man fluttered his long eyelashes gently and slowly opened his pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes.

Those confused peach blossom eyes stared blankly at the strange and luxurious ceiling.

"Wow--"

The beautiful young man subconsciously raised his arm, and the chain made a crisp sound when his wrist moved.

With a hint of surprise and confusion on his delicate and beautiful face, he tentatively raised his leg again.

"Crash-------"

There was another crisp sound of chains.

"Cat? What's going on?" He called the system in confusion.

The system is in a small dark room and cannot respond.

There was only endless silence in response to him.

"........."

He looked down and saw that his body was only covered by a thin layer of gauze, but it could not hide the horrific purple and red marks.

The beautiful young man sat up with the sound of shaking chains, slightly supporting his waist and leaning against the head of the bed.

He pinched his eyebrows helplessly with his white fingers, trying to recall carefully what had happened.

It seems like this body can't drink alcohol, it seems like I was drunk... and was taken away... and then... I can't remember it.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is that not even a trace of him was left.

Soul power +2000, haha, how happy this man must be! To have such a high soul power rewarded to him.

This suddenly reminded him of his previous life, when a man played with the red string in many ways, which gave him +2000 soul points every time he played with it.

But his own fate was... unable to get out.

Just then, the door was opened from the outside.

The man was wearing silver-white silk pajamas, with broad shoulders and long legs, full of noble temperament, and slowly walked into the room.

Holding a bowl of warm and fragrant seafood porridge in my hand.

There was satisfaction between his thick black eyebrows, and tenderness on his handsome face: "Baby, are you awake?"

Chu Shiyu looked at the man who was pretending to be stupid and was so angry that he laughed.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is this?"

"Baby, this is our future home." The man answered hopefully.

"Can you explain to me what these golden things on my hands and feet are?" he asked unhappily.

"Baby, don't you remember? It was you who wanted it to be golden." The man answered doubtfully with an innocent expression.

The corner of Chu Shiyu's mouth twitched. Pretend, pretend for me.

Are you bullying me because I have no memory?

You think I don’t know what kind of big-tailed wolf you are, right?

"Baby said she likes golden things very much, so I arranged it for you. You won't be angry with me, right?" The man said with an aggrieved tone.