After reading through the book, big attacks and small attacks are jealous for me

Shang Tian didn't talk much during the live broadcast, and the audience in the live broadcast room could only hear the sound of chewing from beginning to end, which made Meng Zexuan's voice very abrupt.

[I rely on me, rely on me, this must be hammered by potential stones! ]

[Man's voice!And it's a very suave man's voice! ]

[My little mumbi is promising, woo woo woo]

[To live in such a nice suite, the patron’s father is either rich or expensive]

A few minutes ago, Meng Zexuan had just finished his business in the study when Uncle Zhu walked in with a plate of cherries. The cherries were packed in a shallow white plate with a gold rim. The fruit reveals a rich marmalade purple, because it has just been washed, and there is a faint water reflection on it.

It looks very appetizing.

Zhu Bo said: "Sir, this is specially prepared for you by the hotel manager. This variety is relatively rare and not common in China. Would you like to try it?"

Meng Zexuan had no particular preference for fruit, but he would never refuse Zhu Bo's kindness. He nodded, and was about to reach for it when he suddenly paused.

"Would you like to send some to Mr. Shang?" Uncle Zhu caught this detail with a wink, and suggested quietly: "I see that the light in the guest room is still on, Mr. Shang should not be asleep yet."

Just as Zhu Bo thought, the boy's greedy appearance did appear in Meng Zexuan's mind.

The man withdrew his hand, frowned slightly, and looked a little displeased: "Why are Shang Tian and Xi He so close?"

Faced with the sudden change of topic, Zhu Bo was stunned for a moment, not knowing whose husband his husband was jealous of.

Meng Zexuan and Zhu Xihe got along for a while when they were young, and the Zhu family had saved Meng Zexuan's life, so after the death of Zhu Xihe's father, Zhu Jinming, Meng Zexuan was very concerned about Zhu Xihe's affairs. Heart, this kind of emotion Zhu Bo understands it as repaying kindness.

But Meng Zexuan was different from ordinary people, his emotional perception ability and expressive ability were very poor, whether he had other thoughts about Zhu Xihe, Zhu Bo was not sure.

But what he was sure of was that Zhu Xihe didn't have that kind of thought about his husband at all.

"Sir, don't you like seeing Mr. Shang get close to others?" Zhu Bo asked tentatively.

Compared with Zhu Xihe, Zhu Bo actually prefers Shang Tian, ​​he is getting older every day, and he hopes that Meng Zexuan can have someone to accompany him.

Meng Zexuan froze for a moment, and then there was no extra expression on his stern face, as if he was studying a world problem that was difficult to solve in mathematics when he was thinking seriously.

The smile on the corner of Zhu Bo's mouth could hardly hold back.

"This is a normal psychological phenomenon. If Mr. Shang likes you, he should treat you the best. If he treats others well, you will naturally feel unhappy."

Meng Zexuan quickly grasped the point: "He likes me?"

Zhu Bo: "Yes, if you don't like you, why would you want to stay on the island with you? Mr. Shang asked me about your preferences before."

"What do you like?"

"Mr. Shang asked me what kind of food you usually like to eat."

Meng Zexuan was thoughtful.

No wonder Shang Tian caught fish for him just now, it turned out that he had inquired about it a long time ago.

The originally agitated mood suddenly turned better, so that when Meng Zexuan walked into the guest room, he didn't notice that Shang Tian was broadcasting live.

Shang Tian put his palms together and said "thank you" to Meng Zexuan several times, and then took the plate of cherries.

After changing hands like this, Meng Zexuan's hand was still seen by sharp-eyed netizens.

[Fuck this hand! ]

[This hand is too healthy, it looks like a young master whose fingers do not touch Yang Chunshui]

[Just by looking at these hands, I'm sure that their appearance is not too low! ]

[Double satisfaction of voice control and manual control]

[It's outrageous, Xiaofu is worthy of being sneaked by a big boss of this level? ]

[Shouldn’t it be the Mediterranean with a rice cooker on its belly? ]

[It's so good to be confused!Admired! ]

Shang Tian looked at the barrage of bullets, and the old god sneered on the ground.

Only Bai Yueguang can tug at the heartstrings of the villain boss, as a small stand-in, he can only provide a sleeping service.

"I'm just a worker, don't think too much," Shang Tian said in the live broadcast for the first time, picked up a cherry and took a hard bite, "Let's kill the cherry here first."

After speaking, he glanced at the time, and he quickly downloaded it.

Although the live broadcast can also make money, compared with Meng Zexuan's one billion humanoid check, sleeping with the boss is the most important thing.

Shang Tian has already seen how serious the boss's cleanliness is, so he roughly cleaned up the mess on the dining table, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing himself up and down, Shang Tian exuded a fragrant smell all over his body, and lay down on the bed in an orderly manner.

"Island owner!" Shang Tian yelled, guessing that the boss should have finished washing in the master bedroom, "Come and sleep!"

Meng Zexuan, who was watching the replay of the live broadcast with his mobile phone in his arms, froze.

"It's already twelve o'clock, I have to go back to the filming crew tomorrow, I'm sleepy!"

The boy's voice was not as clear as in the daytime, but had a soft texture, probably because he was really tired.

Meng Zexuan locked the phone screen expressionlessly as before, but felt that his earlobe was inexplicably hot.

Shang Tian felt drowsy immediately after he was full, and after he gently turned off the only small light in the room, he felt that his eyelids were too heavy to open.

"Island owner," despite being very sleepy, Shang Tian dutifully asked about the situation of the boss and provided night chat service in time, "Do you want to sleep now?"

Meng Zexuan lay straight on the other side of the bed, staring at the dark ceiling, and said "I don't want to".

Shang Tian had already closed his eyes, and he reacted slowly for a while before he spoke again: "Then shall I sing you a lullaby?"

Meng Zexuan's eyes showed suspicion.

"Sleep~ sleep~ my dear baby~" Shang Tian tried his best to stay awake, humming inarticulately, "Mom's hands gently shake you..."

After singing a few words, he asked: "Island Master, am I singing a little out of tune?"

Meng Zexuan had heard this nursery rhyme before. When he was trapped in the boxing gym, the proprietress of the boxing gym often sang it when he put his young son to sleep.

But Shang Tian sang the lullaby, if it wasn't for the same lyrics, he really didn't recognize that it was the same song.

One note can turn into several tunes, and the outrageous degree of out-of-tune even made Meng Zexuan more sober.

"Don't get out of tune." Meng Zexuan didn't know what was going on with him, so he popped out three words out of nowhere.

"......That's good."

Shang Tian smiled in a daze, and wanted to say something, when suddenly a hand gently covered most of his face.

The man's palms were warm, and there was a special smell that seemed to lull people to sleep, which made him hesitate to open his mouth instantly.

"Go to sleep." When Shang Tian lost his consciousness, he seemed to hear a man's awkward and gentle voice.

gentle?

No, Shang Tian is sure, this must be his illusion.

The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Shang Tian was woken up by Uncle Zhu, he squinted his eyes and lay on the bed, lingeringly trying not to think about it.

He had a dream last night. He actually dreamed that the original owner's mother Yao Zhengxin was sitting beside his bed and crying. He didn't know if it was because of the original owner's remaining emotions that forced the original supernatural scene to be full of sadness.

Yao Zhengxin's death was indeed miserable, but what does this dream mean?

Uncle Zhu opened the curtain and asked, "Mr. Shang, how did you get along with your husband last night?"

Shang Tian came back to his senses, last night it may not have been more than 10 minutes from when he lay down on the bed to falling asleep, there was almost no time for him to make contact with each other.

"I was too sleepy last night, I didn't perform well," Shang Tian went to wash his feet barefoot, and Daimao shook in frustration, "Next time, I will definitely comfort the island owner's hurt heart."

Zhu Bo didn't quite understand, but he recalled Meng Zexuan's dignified face when he left, and felt that something was wrong.

According to what Shang Tian said, the two of them should not have spoken a few words last night, so naturally they wouldn't have any disputes to upset the husband, so why is the husband depressed?

Is it a nightmare?

When Shang Tian left the hotel and returned to the set, it was not time for lunch.

Brother Xiong went to visit relatives, and his role was scheduled for the afternoon, so he had nothing to do when he went back to his room, so he wandered to the set, wanting to ask someone to accompany him to amuse himself.

"Sweet Cub? Oh my God!"

Shang Tian was searching for the target, when he saw a young girl looking at him in surprise, her two round eyes were shining brightly, and she showed a small canine tooth when she smiled, her appearance was very pleasing.

It can be seen from her good use of exaggerated modal particles, this one is familiar and very good at beeping.

It was exactly what Shang Tian wanted.

"Do you know me?" Shang Tian smiled politely, "Excuse me, are you—"

The little girl clasped her hands affectionately: "My name is Lin Ting, I'm a dog with good looks, and I love your looks very much. I'm your fan!"

Shang Tian did not expect this.

As early as when I first joined the group, I heard Brother Xiong talk about Lin Ting. It is said that this little girl has a very good family background, but she is not full of princess disease like other rich girls. On the contrary, she has a carefree personality and a very straightforward speech. He has a good reputation in the circle at a young age, and he is a pain in the ass.

But I didn't expect that there are so many good-looking and handsome guys in the entertainment industry, and Lin Ting turned out to be his fan.

However, recalling the Weibo comments and the various statements in the barrage that claimed to be his fans, Shang Tian immediately became vigilant.

This little girl wouldn't be yelling "little muddleheaded" one after another, right?

As if seeing Shang Tian's inner activities, Lin Ting's eyes suddenly glowed, and he touched Shang Tian's raised hairs with distress.

"Look at how the child has been tortured by those bamboo shoots," Lin Ting choked with pain: "I am your mother's fan, how can I be willing to say something that makes you sad?"

Shang Tian: "..."

Mother fans don't have to.

"By the way, do you still remember Sang Lin? It's the one who shared the dormitory with you before."

Lin Ting's sadness came and went quickly, and the tears in his eyes seemed to be just an illusion, "He has something to do."

Shang Tian's eyes lit up.

Last night, the Weibo account that released the photos of Sang Lin suspected of being taken care of by a company's senior executives broke out again. The last photo seemed to be just a prelude to a clear soup, and this time the content really hammered the matter to death. .

This time, the revelation not only included a recording of Sang Lin and He Fei's conversation in the bathroom, but also a full 3-minute video of the two leaning against a luxury car and kissing in the middle of the night.

The camera cuts are very tricky, and all the details cannot be questioned in the slightest.

Shang Tian watched the video intently, and then curled his lips in disgust: "This He Fei's kissing skills are really not good, there is no beauty at all."

Lin Ting pushed his arm amusedly, "I said Sweet Baby, is that the point? Go and see the Weibo that Sang Lin sent a lawyer's letter to clarify."

Shang Tian did as he did, and after a few glances, he was delighted.

The author has something to say: The boss is really very, very innocent, even to the point of lacking common sense, here is a warning, geniuses are different, don't dislike him!