365 days a year do not want to open

Wu Ye's guess was right, every part of the house he lived in was under 24-hour surveillance, and the people behind the cameras could grasp all the movements of the house at any time.

The person behind the camera tried to dispel his unbelievable thoughts by observing the vulgar daily life of the inferior stars.

But it's a pity that every time Heller opens the monitoring record, he can see the low-level stars reading books seriously, or handling flowers and plants leisurely, and exercising...

Recently, the lower stars have also discovered a new hobby, sculpture.

It's an expensive hobby.

Heller couldn't help but became interested in the identity of this low-level star person. Maybe, this person was a young master from a good family before he became a black interstellar population.

After all, good self-cultivation and a strong body are necessary conditions for noble children.

Of course, Heller only speculates in his free time, he has no interest in meddling in other people's affairs, no matter what the status of the inferior starman was before, he is just a commodity now.

The person in the surveillance, with his upper body bare, bent over and sculpted a work of art that had already been roughly seen in its embryonic form.

"..." Heller frowned, as if he was tired of seeing this mascot and felt nothing new.

At seven or eight o'clock at night, the whole city is brightly lit.

Even in the remote area where Wu Ye is located, standing on the balcony and looking out, one can see prosperity.

He didn't go out for a long time, and he wanted to go out.

The robot suddenly said: "The master is coming."

Work was over early today, Wu Ye had already taken a shower, and the sheets were just changed today, so he continued to stay motionless.

The process was the same as the first time, except that today, until the mysterious person came to the door, Wu Ye did not return to the room, but stayed on the spacious balcony, enjoying the wind outside.

The familiar footsteps approached little by little, and finally stopped one meter behind Wu Ye.

Wu Ye is now blind. When he turned around, he accidentally swept the cup off his side, but he didn't hear the sound of the cup falling to the ground.

"..." The mysterious man caught the cup and put it back in place.

So agile.

Wu Ye showed a look of surprise, then restrained himself, took a deep breath: "Can you take me to the bedroom?"

In fact, even if he couldn't see it, he could walk back by himself.

But he held out his hand anyway.

And the direction is still wrong.

After a long time, a slightly cold hand held Wu Ye's hand and led him into the bedroom.

"Thank you." Wu Ye stood for a while, then groped for the edge of the bed and sat down.

He was motionless, and neither was the mysterious man.

Today, the other party's body lacked the smell of wine and light fragrance, but the smell of smoke seemed to be much stronger.

"You like smoking very much?" Wu Ye raised his hand and sniffed his fingers.

It was a hand that was held by the other party just now.

Smoking too much cigarettes is bad for your health, as is drinking too much, Wu Ye began to worry a little.

Worried, the mysterious man suddenly moved away, Wu Ye listened carefully, the other party was taking a shower in the bathroom.

"..." He hooked his lips and smiled, it seemed that the other party didn't care about what he, a low-level star, said.

You must know that the other party didn't take a bath on purpose last time.

Twenty minutes later, a figure with water vapor appeared forcefully within Wu Ye's range of perception and rushed towards him quickly.

"Hmm..." Wu Ye's lips were almost broken, and after realizing it, he immediately hugged the other party and kissed back actively.

After the eyes were invisible, the rest of the senses seemed to become more acute, allowing him to experience some feelings that had been missed before, such as the tactile sensation of each other's eyelashes sweeping across the face when kissing.

Wu Yeqing couldn't help holding the mysterious person's face, and groping the other person's skin and facial features with her thumbs. The tall nose bridge, sharp brow bones, and a pair of well-shaped eyebrows, combined, must be a pair of very outstanding eyes.

There is also the shape of the face, it is not the rough and handsome that Wu Ye imagined before, maybe it is more appropriate to call it handsome.

The last is the lips, the thickness is appropriate, the lip line is beautiful, and the color must be bright and eye-catching, especially when making out.

Suddenly, the mysterious man seemed to have sensed Wu Ye's intentions, and immediately stretched out his hand and snapped Wu Ye's wrist.

"Ah..." Wu Ye screamed like a pig, and then hid behind, away from this violent guy.

It's not that serious, but who cares.

Wu Ye put on an incomprehensible look, rolled over and got off the bed, wanting to leave the room.

But because of the wrong direction, he stumbled and fell towards the mysterious man.

The other party caught him, pinched his chin, and stood in a stalemate for more than ten seconds before throwing him back as if he had lost his temper.

"..." Wu Ye lay on the quilt, motionless.

When the mysterious man kissed him again, he continued to paint the mysterious man's face with his fingers like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

"..." It could be felt that the mysterious man was very angry and punished him severely with the kiss.

Not to be outdone, he fought back vigorously.

The two were like two lions biting each other, and they began to entangle since then until late at night.

Wu Ye couldn't count how many times he played with fire, and when he finally touched his face, the mysterious man was too lazy to care about him.

Wu Ye thought that the other party had compromised, but no, when the other party left, he heard a loud noise from the living room.

"???"

Wu Ye hasn't recovered his eyesight yet, but he has an ominous premonition!

He stumbled and fumbled out the door, stepped on a piece of broken plaster, and his expression changed suddenly: "What did you do?"

The man was still in the living room, he could feel it.

The naked artist, picking up the wreckage of a plaster cast, felt it in his hand, and let out an angry cry: "Ah!! You bastard!"

And that person left briskly, the footsteps were so arrogant and domineering.

The next day, Heller was in the palace looking at the monitoring records of the inferior star.

In the huge living room, the broken plaster all over the floor has been emptied, and a new plaster building has been placed in its original place.

The inferior man, standing around the plaster and watching, seemed to be thinking about what to carve.

"Boring." Heller turned off the surveillance camera, no longer watching the boring life of this inferior person.

The empire has a lot of government affairs to deal with, and after a good night's rest, the young monarch threw himself into the busyness.

Soon, night falls.

The internal affairs officer in charge of the monarch's living reminded Heller that he had an appointment for dinner with Miss Quentin.

Quentin is a noble daughter, noble and elegant, with a soft appearance. Maybe she doesn't like the temperatureless emperor Heller, but for the honor of the family, she accepts and will work hard to manage her marriage with Heller.

The two dated at a restaurant outside the palace.

Heller was wearing a casual suit, sipping the spirits in his glass with a somewhat profligate attitude, but his eyes were never on Quentin.

At least his eyes reflected in the floor-to-ceiling glass windows were not focused at all.

Miss Quentin had to put down the tableware and took the initiative to talk: "Your Majesty, when should our wedding photos be taken?"

Because Heller was always busy and couldn't find the right time.

However, the wedding date is coming soon, and this matter has not been resolved.

"Wedding photos?" Heller seemed to be hearing this kind of thing for the first time, and said perfunctorily: "Oh, let's talk about it when I have time."

Miss Quentin: "..."

Heller shook the glass: "You know I've been busy."

Yeah, thought Quentin, you're too busy to even have dinner with your future wife.

But the other party is the emperor of the empire, and no woman would expect to be warmed by the emperor.

Respecting each other as guests may be a good choice.

After dinner, Heller left.

He would never do anything like send his fiancee home.

After three or four days, work on the sculpture of the inferior man finally started, and it could be seen that it was a human figure.

The opponent carefully carved the head.

Heller observed through the monitor for a while, and always felt that the new work of the inferior was familiar to him.

Like... the famous god of war in the history of Zeratul.

All in all, another piece of work that is nothing new.

That night, Wu Ye ushered in the third opening of this month, and also the last time, because the end of the month is over, and a new month will be two days away.

This time, Wu Ye's first reaction when he 'saw' the mysterious man was to show an expression of daring to be angry and dare not speak, and at the same time he was a little indifferent.

The mysterious man didn't talk nonsense with him, he just pinched his chin and kissed him.

Wu Ye responded unceremoniously, jokingly, could it be that his hundreds of years of experience could not compare to a virgin who just started having sex.

After convincing the other party, Wu Ye grabbed the mysterious man's collar and warned word by word: "You are not allowed to destroy my work again."

He didn't know how the mysterious man would react, maybe the other party simply ignored his threat.

Sure enough, the hand was held and opened, and was thrown aside in disdain.

Then, Wu Ye heard the sound of plaster cracking.

This means that the result of his hard work for a day was ruined again.

Wu Ye actually didn't feel bad, because these plaster casts were bought with his wife's money, and the daughter-in-law kicked as many as she liked.

But at this moment, he is an artist whose works have been ruined!

"You!" The artist rushed towards the nasty bastard.

Maybe he was going in the wrong direction, but he eventually landed on the man, crashing into the man's tall, muscular body, and the two wrestled.

Hit and hit, naturally hit the bed.

Wu Ye took revenge on this hateful bastard fiercely in another way.

"Why are you doing this?"

The unfocused black eyes stared angrily at the person under him and asked.

The mysterious man didn't say anything, and in the end he just grunted a few times under the persecution of the extraordinarily fierce inferior people.

And it was only on the third time that the voice was forced out.

Wu Ye seemed inspired and tried to do it again.

But the mysterious man tried his best to resist him, and finally succeeded in kicking him off, then picked up his clothes and left in a little embarrassment.

The messy and eager footsteps were indeed embarrassing enough.

"..." Fuck the inferior people!

Heller, who fled from the inferior people, boarded the levitation car and slumped on a chair to rest a little bit unbearably.

After a long time, I slowed down and drove back.

That's when Heller decided that next time, no matter what the inferiors sculpted, he wouldn't be kicking over the other's work, maybe.

After the premature death of the second work, the inferior man was unhappy for several days.

There are no new works by Zhang Luo.

Heller was a little disdainful, it was just a plaster that had only been carved a little bit, so there was nothing to be concerned about.

So an inferior person is an inferior person, and what is in his head is worthless.

The next day, Wu Ye received a new cast, the same size as the last one.

The author has something to say:

Heller: I said I'm a good wife

Wu Ye: Get out, you'll know how to bully me