I Really Don't Want to Sign a Marriage Agreement with the Big Boss

Lu Jiayan's eyes opening without warning startled Sheng Mingzhi so much that his mind went blank for a moment.

In a short time, it was impossible to tell whether it was Lu Jiayan who lied to him by pretending to be asleep, or whether the other party slandered and spread rumors about him and peeped at him.

After the three-second fragment, Sheng Ming's Zhihun Feitianwai's mind finally returned.

At the same time, this little ancestor finally grasped what he cared most about.

he.

Peek at him?

Sheng Mingzhi took a peek at Lu Jiayan?

Does he have extra eyes that he doesn't want to donate?Peeking at Lu Jiayan? ?Are you not afraid of getting a needle eye? !

Sheng Mingzhi's anger almost didn't need to be brewed, it was ignited in a second.

Angrily asked back: "I peeked at you?"

Lu Jiayan still opened one eye, looking at him narrowly.

Leaning on the sofa brazenly, nodded: "Yes. But there are only two of us here, you don't need to emphasize it again."

Still stressed?Also "huh"? !

Sheng Ming smiled childishly, "ha", nodded: "Yes. I'm looking at you. Let me see how thick your skin is."

Lu Jiayan didn't get up after listening, and raised his eyebrows: "Why are you still swearing? Don't young people like to listen to the truth?"

The word "young man" was emphasized by his accentuated tone.

Visible to the naked eye to hold grudges, and narrow-minded.

Very good, then I will hit someone, believe it or not?

Sheng Mingzhi complained fiercely in her heart, her gaze fell on his face, but she didn't say it out of her mouth.

The light scattered on Lu Jiayan's body, casting a soft light on him.

Like a cozy cat, he let go of his guard outside, as if revealing a side that only Sheng Mingzhi can see.

Both rascal and nasty.

Like a foolish dude.

I have to say that being handsome still has advantages.

After taking a look, Sheng Mingzhi calmed down a little, and suddenly realized that Lu Jiayan's behavior was extremely childish. Could it be that he pretended to sleep in the living room for a long time just to wait for him to come and see, and then grabbed his braid and taunted him severely?

What was even more speechless was that Sheng Mingzhi realized that he wasted 10 minutes of his life on his childish behavior.

I don't care about him.

Elementary school chickens are more mature than him.

Sheng Mingzhi didn't want to waste time with him, so she turned around and left.

Who knew that before he turned around, Lu Jiayan suddenly stood up from the sofa.

The height gap between the two was obvious, causing Sheng Mingzhi to fall into a disadvantage in an instant.

Under the extremely oppressive situation of the other party, he subconsciously took a step back.

Lu Jiayan bent slightly, moved forward a little, with a smile hidden in his tone, and a little drunk: "I guessed the truth, so you ran away?"

Guess your mother.

Sheng Mingzhi scolded people with expressionless eyes.

"Can you stop being so childish?" Sheng Mingzhi complained in his heart: "Elementary school students are more mature than you."

Lu Jiayan seemed to react for a while, then let out a muffled laugh: "Then me, when you praise me for being young?"

When it's over, he added shamelessly, pointing out narcissistically: "Actually, it's normal to want to kiss me, so don't feel ashamed."

He paused, as if searching for some online vocabulary: "You just made a mistake that every man makes?"

……

……

Who threw this drunk out?

Sheng Mingzhi finally understood that Lu Jiayan was just drinking too much and playing crazy, and made fun of him.

Just when she was about to make him roll as far as she could, Sheng Mingzhi suddenly smelled a feminine fragrance in the air.

He didn't use perfume very often, and Lu Jiayan was even less able to use it. This obviously didn't belong to the smell in the room, which made Sheng Mingzhi stunned for a moment.

"What's your smell? Feminine fragrance?" Sheng Mingzhi's face suddenly became half-hit: "Lu Jiayan, did I tell you before we got married that no matter what messy relationship you have, put it away for me?"

He sneered: "Why, you also made a mistake that every man makes?"

It was probably because Sheng Mingzhi's face was too ugly, so Lu Jiayan stopped thinking about teasing him, and picked up the recording pen from the coffee table.

Sheng Mingzhi was about to continue questioning him, but was caught off guard by a recording pen, and was stunned for a few seconds.

Lu Jiayan said, "Didn't you read the WeChat message Yao Shen sent you?"

Sheng Mingzhi:?

The next second, he looked at the recording pen in his hand and suddenly realized something.

Turn it on and listen to it, the traffic is coming and going, and even the sound of the rainstorm at night has been recorded, occasionally mixed with the familiar road navigation, corresponding to the WeChat address sent by Yao Shen.

Even the timing is right.

Lu Jiayan frowned, and explained casually: "I sent a guest home tonight."

Oh.

It turned out that Yao Shenfa's road conditions meant this.

He thought it was Lu Jiayan who was harassing him.

After figuring out the cause and effect of the incident, Sheng Mingzhi was suddenly a little embarrassed.

But that can't blame him, who made their marriage so plastic?He suspected that Lu Jiayan was also because the other party made a mistake first.

That being the case, Sheng Mingzhi didn't bother to pursue it.

He turned around and went upstairs, but suddenly his arm was grabbed by Lu Jiayan.

The other party raised his eyebrows, and Tao Hua's eyes harbored malicious intentions: "Don't you want to say anything?"

Sheng Mingzhi might have a guilty conscience, but after being caught, he became a little dull, and he replied dully, "What?"

"Misunderstood me. Aren't you going to apologize?"

"..."

Lu Jiayan lowered his eyelashes, and said softly, "It's because of your words—"

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly thought of something, and interrupted him suspiciously: "You won't be sad for another night, will you?"

How many fucking minutes?

Who knew that the other party nodded brazenly: "Yes."

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

What the hell are you, a crystal boy with a glass heart?

That's it?That's it?Brother, stop pretending, okay?

Sheng Mingzhi gently pinched Lu Jiayan's wrist with two fingers.

Then he took the opponent's hand off his arm.

"Then you continue to be sad."

"I am." Sheng Mingzhi put on a smirk, trying to make Lu Jiayan sick to death: "I like watching people cry the most."

Sheng Mingzhi didn't know whether Lu Jiayan was crying or not.

Anyway, he returned to his room after taking a beautiful shower, and picked up his mobile phone to check Weibo.

Almost all the previously recorded variety shows were released one by one.

After the first episode of the show, Sheng Mingzhi brushed his face in front of the audience, and the popularity gradually increased a lot.

Probably from the [-]-line pasted coffee to the [-]-line pasted coffee that often appears on the screen.

Sheng Mingzhi's Weibo square gradually became lively, and they were basically attracted by his face, and they all asked who this good-looking little brother was.

He checked the real-time plaza, and found that Qiao Yan and Huo Yuzhe's CP fans hadn't come here for a long time.It's like after being warned by someone, it calmed down a lot.

Having not played against anyone for a month, Sheng Mingzhi felt a little lonely and begged for defeat.

After brushing until he was a little hungry, Sheng Mingzhi looked at the time and it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

When I click on the takeaway software, most of them only have barbecue or something, and I don’t have much appetite.

He searched for a long time, and finally ordered a bowl of seafood porridge.

After Sheng Mingzhi placed the order, he remembered that there seemed to be unfinished milk in the refrigerator near Nakajima Terrace, so he put on a coat and came down from the second floor.

As soon as he reached the stairs, Sheng Mingzhi vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

The living room, which was always dark when we arrived in the past, was still dimly lit at this moment.

Like a wall lamp.

You can only see the road clearly.

He has mild night blindness, and he can't help but be cautious when going downstairs.

In the blurred vision, Sheng Mingzhi seemed to see someone on the sofa.

Lu Jiayan?

It's so late and you haven't gone back to your room to sleep?

at work?

No, he usually works in the study, how could he be in the living room.

Sheng Mingzhi was full of question marks, and then thought of a terrible guess.

My grass? !Lu Jiayan couldn't really cry secretly in the living room, could he? !

After all, he, he seemed just now, was really too much.

Sheng Mingzhi couldn't remember if Lu Jiayan had such a glassy heart, but for a moment, guilt took over his emotions.

The matter of coming down to get the milk was forgotten by him, Sheng Mingzhi carefully groped towards the sofa.

He spoke uncertainly, with a soft voice: "Brother Jiayan?"

Ok.

Only when he felt guilty, would he call Brother Lu Jiayan.

Just like every time he was caught doing bad things when he was a child.

There was no response from the sofa.

Sheng Mingzhi became more and more puzzled, his footsteps were a little hurried, and he knocked on the corner of the sofa without paying attention.

There was severe pain in the knee, which was numb and uncomfortable, and Sheng Mingzhi collapsed on the sofa almost instantly.

He couldn't see anything clearly. In the darkness, Sheng Mingzhi seemed to have hit a warm body, and the other party seemed to wake up and made some movements.

Sheng Mingzhi's hands seemed to reach his chest, and it felt hard.

Lu Jiayan is still sleeping on the sofa?

He panicked and stuttered in fright: "Hey, Lu Jiayan!"

Just thinking about it, the other party snorted, and Sheng Mingzhi felt an arm across his waist.

hindered his plan to get up.

The heartbeat fell heavily.

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned for a moment.

What's the situation?Isn't this old thing deliberately taking advantage of him?

Sheng Mingzhi narrowed his eyes, and was about to curse aggressively, but stopped when he saw Lu Jiayan's face.

The man was lying on the sofa, with long hands and feet, almost covering the entire sofa.

The white shirt on his body was already slightly wrinkled, as if it was folded when he curled up. Sheng Mingzhi noticed that the tie he wore today was the one he had chosen that day.

More importantly, Lu Jiayan's complexion was not good.

The originally pale and stern face was frowning slightly at this moment, and the forehead was still covered with fine sweat.

Only then did Sheng Mingzhi realize that something was wrong, he quickly got up, squatted on the edge of the sofa, and pushed Lu Jiayan: "Brother Jiayan."

After a long time, Lu Jiayan said "um", with a deep sleepiness in his voice, but he could still hear that he was not feeling well.

Sheng Mingzhi hesitated: "Is there something wrong with you?"

It was almost like he asked a question, Lu Jiayan answered, and the other party said, "It's okay."

It's all right? !

Sheng Mingzhi was suddenly a little angry.

He wanted to say that I'm not blind, so you think I'm an idiot?

But when the words came to his lips, seeing Lu Jiayan's uncomfortable state now, he couldn't bear it: "What is it? Is it okay? Could it be that you are too embarrassed to say it because of my anger?"

In fact, I'm quite capable of irritating people on the Internet, and Sheng Mingzhi really wanted to comfort Lu Jiayan in his heart.

After all, few quarrels can beat me, so it's not ashamed to be mad at me.

Who knows, this sentence seemed to amused Lu Jiayan.

The man laughed out loud, but his tone was broken, obviously enduring pain.

"It's okay to make me mad." Lu Jiayan smiled and said, "When I leave, can you still look for me?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

Lu Jiayan looked at him with a smile, and originally wanted to continue teasing a few words.

But when he saw Sheng Mingzhi's expression, he stopped. He was half kneeling on the edge of the sofa, with a serious and worried expression, and he couldn't hide the emotion in his eyes, because he was worried about him.

For many years, no one looked at him like that when he was sick.

strangeness.

It made him novel again, and at the same time moved him a little.

I didn't expect to be by his side when he was sick after so many years.

It turned out to be Sheng Mingzhi, the marriage partner who seemed to have no relationship with him at all.

"I didn't eat at noon." Lu Jiayan's voice had his usual tone, and when he lowered his voice, it gave people the illusion of gentleness: "I had a stomach problem after drinking with a client at night."

After Sheng Mingzhi listened, he suddenly realized that Lu Jiayan's arm on his waist just now might not mean to take advantage of him.

He probably wanted to put his hand on his stomach.

I don't know how long he was alone in the pain.

He didn't even have the strength to go upstairs, and even fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.

Sheng Mingzhi grasped the sofa cushion unconsciously, feeling complicated.

"don’t worry."

Maybe Sheng Mingzhi didn't reply for too long, Lu Jiayan casually added.

"Who's worried about you." Sheng Mingzhi retorted mutteringly: "I'm just afraid that you will die at home, I don't have an alibi."

He was a little embarrassed, and retorted sullenly: "And no one will buy me a car or a big villa after you die. Anyway, you can't die until I buy enough."