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

Huh? What can I think? It's you who created Tongzi to disturb me.

The little rabbit seemed to be casual: "I was wondering if you will go out to do the mission tomorrow?"

He kissed the bunny's forehead tenderly: "The mission has been completed. I won't take any more missions. I will stay and accompany you."

The little rabbit smiled and said, "Okay, you are so nice, boyfriend."

He stared at the little rabbit in front of him with his dark eyes: "Only for your own good."

The little rabbit kissed him on the lips: "Well, let's go to bed."

He teased playfully, "Baby, are you so eager for me to eat you?"

The little rabbit's soft cheeks flushed slightly: "You naughty guy, put on your clothes quickly, it's late, it's time to go to bed."

The rare shyness made his eyes darken. He buried his head in the little rabbit's neck and shoulders, his eyes filled with an unconcealable crazy desire.

A familiar light milky scent lingered at the tip of his nose. This was the smell he had been smelling since he was a child, and it smelled so good.

He lowered his head and gently bit the white shoulder of the little rabbit, and said in a dull voice: "Baby, I really want to eat you right now."

The bitten little rabbit let out a low groan, it didn't hurt, but it was numb and unbearable.

The little rabbit put her hands on his neck and said in a low voice: "Boyfriend, I feel a little uncomfortable. I want to..."

Fu Lingye's breathing suddenly stagnated, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked incredulous: "You, what did you say?"

The little rabbit looked innocent, with a pair of watery eyes: "Brother, can you help me?"

His breathing suddenly became disordered and heavy. He bent down and kissed those fatal lips with desire, tossing and turning wantonly.

The little rabbit felt weak all over from the kiss and his head was a little dizzy.

But her fingers unconsciously grabbed his hair: "Brother, I love you the most."

"Hmm~"

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The next day, at daybreak, the radio loudspeaker sounded.

"Artists, please gather on the playground within ten minutes."

Fu Lingye frowned, stretched out his hands and quickly covered the ears of the sleeping boy.

The boy had been woken up, but instead of being annoyed, he looked contented. He squinted his eyes slightly and stretched comfortably.

"Baby, are you awake?"

"Well, wake up."

The boy happily stretched out his hands and hugged his waist, rubbing his furry head comfortably against his warm chest.

He said softly, "Good morning, brother."

Fu Lingye smiled dotingly, rubbed his head gently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Good morning, baby."

The young man narrowed his peach blossom eyes and praised generously: "Brother, last night was awesome, I loved it."

The technology remains the same...

Fu Lingye scratched his nose with amusement: "You naughty boy, do you know how hard it was for your brother to endure? You slept soundly, but I took three cold showers."

The boy blinked his eyes cutely and said in a flattering way: "Brother is the best, I like brother the most."

"You're the best boyfriend in the world."

Fu Lingye's mouth was almost stretched to his ears due to the compliment: "Baby, say it again."

"Brother, you are the best boyfriend in the world. I love you the most."

Fu Lingye was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth: "Baby, I like you the most, too. I love you the most."

"Yeah, I love you too."

The boy calculated the time: "I need to get up, otherwise I will be late."

"OK, all right."

The boy quickly put on his artist uniform and got out of bed to wash up.

Fu Lingye's tall and straight figure quickly put on his special training uniform, which made him look serious and cold: "I'll go with you."

“Okay.”

There were ten minutes left, and only three seconds left. Chu Shiyu ran as fast as he could, and finally joined the team of artists before the last second.

Fu Lingye followed him leisurely, without keeping up with his pace.

He doesn't belong to this department and doesn't need to be involved.

There is no need for special training. He is a strong and special existence in the entire special training camp and has many special features.

Zhou Hui, the literary young female manager, saw for the first time that someone actually entered the team at a late hour. This kind of casual and passive attitude is what almost all leaders hate the most.

She pointed at Chu Shiyu and ordered in a deep voice: "You, step out."

Chu Shiyu had a calm expression, stood up straight, and stepped out of the line obediently: "Report."

"May I have your name."

"Chu Shiyu."

She looked at the list in her hand and frowned slightly: "New here?"

This person was obviously an airborne personnel. She didn't know who was behind him. Thinking of this, her impression of Chu Shiyu became even worse.

"Report, yes."

"I was almost late on my first day and had a bad attitude, so I was punished by running 1 meters."

Chu Shiyu stared at her with disdain and complained inwardly: What's wrong? I'm not late, but it seems like you're going to be in trouble.

Seeing that no one responded, Zhou Hui frowned and said, "Why? Are you not convinced?"

Then, she continued to educate: "No matter who you are or what your status is, when you come here, there is only one purpose, and that is to obey the orders of your superiors."

At this moment, Fu Lingye, who had followed the young man late, said sarcastically with a cold face, "What a great prestige."

Zhou Hui was slightly surprised to see that the person who came was Fu Lingye, the strongest newcomer in this special training camp. Why was he here?

Zhou Hui was panicking inside, but appeared calm on the surface: "I'm teaching the new recruits the rules, and you guys from the special training unit want to interfere?"

"What rules?"

"That's none of your business."

Fu Lingye sneered: "He was not late. You abused your power and punished him privately. I will report it to the organization."

Zhou Hui also realized that she had just acted on impulse and made a low-level mistake.

She could no longer maintain her calm expression and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

He begged in a low voice: "If you have something to say, please talk nicely and I will take back the corporal punishment immediately."

So, she coughed lightly and said, "Chu Shiyu, right? Cancel the corporal punishment and return to the team."

Fu Lingye's face was stern, and his voice left no room for doubt: "No, you have to apologize to him."

Zhou Hui's face turned a little ugly when she heard that. She felt embarrassed and like she was being grilled on the fire, unable to back down.

After a long silence, he finally gritted his teeth and apologized to Chu Shiyu in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

Chu Shiyu raised his eyebrows slightly and curled the corners of his lips: "It doesn't matter." I'll go and complain later.

Zhou Hui looked at Fu Lingye helplessly: "Is this okay?"

Fu Lingye nodded indifferently and stood aside as if nothing had happened, waiting for the gathering to end.

Zhou Hui saw that the man was not leaving and was standing behind her. She felt uneasy and a little scared: What is this person doing? Why is he not leaving?