Overlord's canary wants to divorce every day

He Lin slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Chi Ye.

Facing the light, the young young master clarified his brows and eyes, with a faint smile on his lips.

Warm and soft.

Very well-behaved.

It makes people reluctant to say even serious words.

He Lin sighed from the bottom of his heart, his cold and stern expression could hardly be maintained, he regained his composure and returned to his usual condescending tone, "Sit down."

The sofa in the living room was very spacious, and He Lin only took up less than one-fifth of the middle seat, but Chi Ye chose the side chair farthest from him to sit down as a prudence.

He Lin's eyes stayed on his buttocks for a moment, he seemed a little unhappy for some reason, and his voice sounded even deeper, "Going out?"

Here comes the routine interrogation.

Chi Ye felt that he couldn't get used to it, and even organized the answer on the way here, "Yes, sir, I want to go out and find a job."

"Huh?" He Lin stopped talking after a short nasal sound, apparently waiting for Chi Ye to confess.

Chi Ye said frankly: "I went to a film crew and tried to see if I could be an actor."

I didn't want to hide it from him, after all, I couldn't hide it.

He Lin pressed his finger on the armrest and tapped lightly, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up—very honest, either he really didn't have other thoughts, or he was so courageous that he dared to challenge him in front of his face.

He couldn't help but lower his tone, "And then? Did it go well?"

Chi Ye was actually quite tired today, and he wanted to just nod his head, but he was afraid that He Lin would feel that he was not sincere enough and would turn around and find fault.So after thinking about it carefully, I tried to be as detailed as possible, "The road was smooth, but the audition process was a bit bumpy... Well, to put it simply, the role I wanted to fight for was not selected, but fortunately, the final result was not bad. The director gave me a substitute for the protagonist."

He Lin frowned, even if he squeezed such a cruel subway, he could count it as smooth, so this so-called "little twists and turns"... I guess Chi Ye has suffered a lot of grievances in the film crew, right?

Almost without thinking, He Lin blurted out: "What's wrong?"

Chi Ye was taken aback by his sudden hasty tone, and asked without understanding, "What's wrong?"

He Lin suppressed his emotions, "I mean...why didn't you choose?"

"Ah... that." This question is a bit difficult to answer. Chi Ye doesn't think that the CEO who manages everything every day will be in the mood to listen to himself analyze the intricate relationships in a small web drama. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he simply laughed at himself With a smile, "Probably because my acting skills are not good."

He Lin looked up at him, he was relieved after a while, and nodded seriously, "That's true."

"..." Chi Ye couldn't laugh or cry.

It was very rare for He Lin to fully believe Chi Ye's words, and expressed his seriousness, "So, the double doesn't need to be able to act?"

Chi Ye has no way to go back and say that in fact, sometimes doubles have higher requirements for acting skills than vases, and there is no way to explain it, so he can only give up on himself, "Yes."

He Lin was obviously very dissatisfied with the one-word answer, and asked after pondering for a moment, "Then what do you need to know?"

Chi Ye thought for a while, and summarized his experience as a stuntman over the years as much as possible to He Lin, "First of all, the job shouldn't be too bad."

He Lin's breathing was steep.

Chi Ye broke his fingers and continued to count for him, "You have to have good physical strength, be hard fast, have speed, and sustain."

He Lin inhaled slowly, and then exhaled little by little.

Chi Ye thought that He Lin didn't understand, so he patiently and kindly explained to him, "Look, no matter how small a production crew is, the cost of labor costs hundreds of thousands a day, and the lighting and photography are all waiting there. Stunt actors waste time. So it doesn't matter what the environment is, when, as long as the director says a word..."

Chi Ye put the emphasis on the last sentence, "It's what you say."

He Lin: "..."

I wish I could cover Chi Ye's mouth with my bare hands.

Mr. Housekeeper wanted to ask He Lin when dinner would be served, but he poked his head halfway out of the kitchen, just in time to hear Chi Ye say "good job".

The old man blushed, and shrank back in fright at the words of tiger and wolf.

He Lin closed his eyes and said nothing, trying to suppress the impulse in his body.He pressed his back against the back of the sofa hard, and pressed the sofa cushion into a deep pit with his palms, a dense layer of sweat soaked out between his fingers, and there was a dry heat in his body, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He Lin didn't like himself very much.

As the youngest and most promising president of city b, he has kept himself clean for more than 30 years and finally cultivated a heart like still water that does not touch his body among thousands of flowers, but he broke his kung fu frequently in just one month. People inadvertently said a few words.

Chi Ye is simply a fairy.

However, the goblin herself did not realize that she was the culprit at all, and she was complacent that she had a smooth answer and a perfect confession in this round of interrogation.

In fact, during this period of time, Chi Ye's attitude towards He Lin was no longer as trembling as when he first crossed over.

Because from various indications, the decisive cold and tyrannical president rumored by outsiders is actually not that scary, and even seems to be just tofu with a knife mouth most of the time, and Chi Ye thinks that he has basically figured out He Lin's temperament, It is completely easy to deal with.

Therefore, in the relationship between two people, it is inevitable to reveal the true self.

Now that He Lin has his eyes closed and doesn't speak, Chi Ye certainly doesn't know what he's thinking, but it's obviously not kind to disturb others' thinking rashly.

I had no choice but to shut my mouth and sit quietly in my own small area to fill the air.

After running around for a day, tired and bored, he relaxed his mind. The lazy cancer cells that Chi Ye was struggling to suppress obviously had the potential to expand. His back that was originally straight slid down a little bit, his eyelids were too heavy to lift, and he could barely sit on the sofa. take shape.

When He Lin finally calmed down and turned to look at him, the young and beautiful young master had already sunk into the soft sofa cushions, sleeping unconscious.

Really heartless.

He Lin didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

The ten fingers with sharp joints clenched the fist, loosened it and clenched it again, and then loosened it again. Finally, he couldn't hold it back. He got up and pushed Chi Ye's shoulder, "Go back to the room..."

Chi Ye was sleeping in a daze. Just when he felt that the cushion was too soft and his cervical spine was uncomfortable, a firm and warm pillow was handed over. He didn't hear what He Lin said at all, so he pulled He Lin's arm very consciously. , carelessly put his head on the pillow.

The fluffy hair rubbed against the generous palm a few times, and then the whole face was pressed tightly against it.

The warm breath hit every delicate and sensitive pore on He Lin's skin.

He Lin: "!

Fang Gang, who was finally suppressed...