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

Sheng Mingzhi spent less than a minute explaining to Shen Ling.

As soon as the message was sent, before Shen Ling could reply to him, she was scolded by the second uncle in a low voice: "Xiao Ling, be honest with me, I didn't bring you to the reception for you to play with your mobile phone. You are not usually the favorite Did you attend any of these receptions? Why have you been looking down at your phone today?"

At a financial reception in Yunjing, the shadows of people in their clothes and temples overlapped.

Shen Ling, who was under strict supervision by her second uncle, couldn't help but roll her eyes after hearing these words.

Of course she likes to go to drinking parties, but those are all young people's parties, okay?My sister's skirt has slits that don't reach the thighs, so she won't go out, OK?Who wears this kind of dirt-packed cheongsam?

She couldn't tell because she was suffering, and murmured: "Second Uncle, Mingzhi is a little uncomfortable, I'm chatting with him."

Speaking of Sheng Mingzhi, the second uncle's expression eased a little. After all, Mingchen Bank is famous in the capital circle, and this young man is Lu Jiayan's bedside person. The Shen family has always encouraged Shen Ling and Sheng Ming Childish friendship.

Shen Ling quickly complained to Sheng Mingzhi on WeChat, but remembered that Sheng Mingzhi was live broadcasting now, and she couldn't disturb too much, so she had to put down the phone angrily.

It just so happened that as soon as she looked up, she saw her second uncle talking with Lu Jiayan. On such an occasion, it was only natural that Lu Jiayan was invited to attend.

After the second uncle had finished chatting with Lu Jiayan, Shen Ling suddenly said hello: "Brother Lu."

Lu Jiayan paused, then turned to see Shen Ling, with doubts on his face.

Shen Ling touched her cheek, to be honest, she was a little afraid of Lu Jiayan.

After waiting for a few seconds, she said awkwardly: "That. Mingzhi told me just now that he was a little unwell, and he seemed to be the only one at home. Would you like to go home and take a look?"

Sheng Mingzhi put down the phone and looked up.

The content of the barrage has all changed.

"The face is so red? Watching a movie in the live broadcast room?"

"Obscene and pornographic, report it."

……

……

Sheng Mingzhi resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and glanced at his own face at the screen.

Very white, where is the red?

What rumors are you making?

Sheng Mingzhi let out a heck, and with a sneer, blocked all those black fans who said they wanted to report him.

After 10 minutes of flying around, Sheng Mingzhi's black fans finally stopped bouncing around, and some of them gradually disappeared, but there were also those with tenacious willpower who stayed in his live broadcast room to argue with him.

So, one-third of the live broadcast went on, and the barrage gradually became harmonious.

Xiao Wang led a few assistants into the barrage. Under his deliberate guidance, Sheng Mingzhi answered a few interesting stories about the filming of "Allure" according to the memorized script.

It's just that with the passage of time, the long-term high concentration made Sheng Mingzhi's uncomfortable body sitting at the table even heavier. Several times, his expression appeared in a trance for a short time, and his hands also changed from flat to flat. On the table, until the chin is propped up.

The eyelids are fighting up and down, and it seems that they will fall asleep in the next second.

The status is so wrong that even the barrage can be seen.

"Is Teacher Xiao Sheng feeling unwell?"

"Looks like he's about to fall asleep, are you sleepy?"

"The temperature in Yunjing has dropped drastically these past few days, don't tell me you have a cold."

"Pay attention to your body."

The remaining black fans in the live broadcast room are not idle:

"Did I pay to see your Sima face? How old are you and you don't know how to take medicine? Do you want me to order you a takeaway?"

"Don't die in the live broadcast room, go to the doctor if you are sick."

"Fuck, what are you doing to make yourself so pitiful? I'm too embarrassed to scold you."

"I said, what's your manager doing? You're already doing this and you're being asked to broadcast live?"

Sheng Mingzhi's condition is not good, and he doesn't have the heart to scold them.

Scanning the live broadcast room, the cursing and cursing are all those few words.

He thought in his heart: My young master is in poor condition today, so I don't want to bother with you.

Looking at the time, there are still four and ten minutes.

Sheng Mingzhi had no choice but to cheer up, staring at the list of gifts, and said mechanically: "Thank you for the confession balloon sent by netizen 12323..."

He picked up the phone while talking, and the news of Shen Ling shook for a long time.

One after another.

【Baby, I forgot to tell you something. 】

[It was me and my second uncle who met Lu Jiayan at the reception. 】

Sheng Mingzhi: [? 】

Shen Ling typed quickly:

[Then I told him that you were a little unwell and maybe you had a cold, so he left the reception early, and I think he came back to look for you. 】

[We are not far from Xishan No. [-], I guess your husband should be home by now. 】

[I think you can turn off the live broadcast first]

[Otherwise it would be bad to expose his identity (guilty.jpg)]

Just after reading this sentence, there was a sudden sound of locks in the study room, which originally only had the sound of special effects in the live broadcast room.

Sheng Mingzhi was taken aback, before turning off the live broadcast.

The door of the study room has been opened, and Lu Jiayan appeared at the door, Sheng Mingzhi subconsciously blurted out: "Are you back?"

Lu Jiayan paused and raised his eyebrows: "I can't come back?"

He looked up and down: "Shen Ling told me that you are not feeling well, do you have a cold?"

Sheng Mingzhi's mind went blank, and what reacted faster than him was the barrage of netizens.

"?"

"???"

"Fuck, why are there other men's voices in your room?"

"It doesn't sound like a manager, who is it???"

"It's not your husband, is it?"

The fact that Sheng Mingzhi is married is not a secret in domestic entertainment, just search it on Baidu Encyclopedia.

It was live broadcasting at home again, and it seemed normal for his lover to appear.

The barrage kept reminding Sheng Mingzhi that it was only later that he realized that the live broadcast room was open, and the questions on the screen had already made him a little flustered.

"no--"

"Not what?"

Lu Jiayan looked over suspiciously, making a gesture to step forward.

Half of his body was almost in the live broadcast room.

Sheng Mingzhi stood up in a jerk, and pushed Lu Jiayan to the door: "You wait outside."

Then he went back and forth to the screen, and the barrage in the live broadcast room was three times faster than before.

"? Is it really your husband?"

"Why don't you show me your face, isn't it uglier than your ex-husband Huo Yuzhe?"

"Laughing to death, they are all VIP-charged consumers. Is there anything we can't see?"

……

Sheng Mingzhi let out a breath, and his already muddy brain became even more chaotic.

But as long as Lu Jiayan was away, he would calm down again.

Sheng Mingzhi frowned: "I said you are sick every day, why are you so concerned about my love life? If you are bored, go to a factory to work."

[Laughing.You're not afraid of collapse, are you? 】

【rest assured.Even if your house collapses, no one will be injured. 】

Sheng Mingzhi:?

Five minutes later, Sheng Mingzhi closed the study door, and met Lu Jiayan unexpectedly in the corridor.

For some reason, he instinctively felt that Lu Jiayan was not in a good mood.

Sheng Mingzhi felt inexplicably guilty, thinking for a long time that he had offended him, and the only way he was rudely pushed him out of the room was just now.

So I had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I didn't push you out on purpose."

"I was live broadcasting just now, so it's not convenient to talk in the study."

It was an explanation for his abnormal behavior.

Lu Jiayan stared at Sheng Mingzhi, and the naked eye could see that the other person's expression was extremely bad.

Not only that, even the lips were bloodless, standing like a young white poplar that would be blown down by the wind at any time, and it was so fragile that it would be broken with a light touch.

It was already so serious, but he didn't know it.

Lu Jiayan was almost rendered speechless by Sheng Mingzhi's childish anger, especially after learning from Shen Ling that Sheng Mingzhi was ill today, that subtle anger has been lingering in his heart.

He is Sheng Mingzhi's husband, not a stranger, right?

When he was sick, the first person he looked for was Shen Ling.If Shen Ling didn't tell, wouldn't she not know until tomorrow?

Lu Jiayan's voice was calm, with a bit of blame: "You are so sick and still live broadcast? If I don't come back, will you continue to broadcast it?"

What he used next was a declarative sentence, as if he didn't need to discuss with Sheng Mingzhi, but directly helped him decide: "Stop the live broadcast first, and ask the doctor to take a look."

"No." Surprisingly, Sheng Mingzhi disagreed, and he directly retorted: "The live broadcast is a relay, and if I stop, it will affect the following artists."

In fact, he didn't expect Lu Jiayan to understand him when he said it.

In Lu Jiayan's eyes, he was probably a rich, self-willed, arrogant and domineering young master who only caused troubles for others, and was half-baked in everything he did.

So if he told Lu Jiayan that he was serious about his work, the other party would probably laugh at him severely.

But it is true.

Sheng Mingzhi was silent for a few seconds, "Why do you care so much, I'm such an adult, I know the seriousness..."

Lu Jiayan just glanced at him, and before Sheng Mingzhi finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs.

It looked like he didn't want to listen to a word, and didn't bother to care about him.

Sheng Mingzhi was startled for a moment, only seeing Lu Jiayan's back.

That's right, seeing his gentle side a few times ago, Sheng Mingzhi almost forgot Lu Jiayan's original character.

He's always been so dictatorial, doing his own way.

It seems that anyone who disobeys his orders is against him.

Sheng Mingzhi stood there for a while.

Probably because he was sick, he usually looked at the back that he didn't feel very much, but now he couldn't bear it.

Don't you just ignore him?

He didn't just die when left alone!Didn't he insist on him taking care of it? !

Sheng Mingzhi pursed her lips and returned to the study.

The live broadcast room was still open, and fans were asking him where he was just now, but Sheng Mingzhi was not in the mood to echo them.

The heart seemed to be soaked in some acid.

Being pinched hard by someone's hand, I feel stuffy and uncomfortable, and I have difficulty breathing.

Difficulty in breathing seems not to be his illusion, Sheng Mingzhi's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he could still scold a bit of a dog in his heart——

As a result, as his vision became blurred, Sheng Mingzhi gradually couldn't support his body, lay down on the table little by little, and then fell asleep peacefully.

The barrage is already full of question marks:

"I'm stupid? Asleep?"

"I scolded him so badly, and he fell asleep for me? I was humiliated."

"Little waste is really feeling a little uncomfortable today, I can't bear to scold you."

"Look at him like that. When he came back, he was in a daze. Those who didn't know thought he was seduced by a vixen just a few minutes ago when he went out."

……

……

"Why haven't you left the studio yet?"

"Grass? Ask me? Didn't you fucking quit!"

"...I'm afraid he's really dead, so I'm going to call 120."

"."

"It's okay to be idle anyway, I'm happy to watch idiots sleep."

The barrage started chatting on its own.

Out of 10 people, none of them left the live broadcast room, which is outrageous.

Sheng Mingzhi, who was sleeping soundly, had no idea that his mobile phone had been blown up by Xiao Wang.

After a while, there was movement again in the study.

When Lu Jiayan went out to buy some medicine and came back, he just poured hot water and served it, when he saw Sheng Mingzhi lying on the table and fell asleep.

At the moment before going to bed, I'm afraid I was still working hard, with my hand still holding the bracket.

It's a pity, now that the stand has been tilted, only Sheng Mingzhi's face can be seen on the screen.

Even if Lu Jiayan walked over, only the parts below the shoulders would be in the mirror.

So he didn't see that the barrage has gone crazy:

"Who is this?"

"Could it be Sheng Mingzhi's husband?"

"I'm going, I'm curious, I want to know who is handsome, he or Huo Yuzhe!"

"Huo Yuzhe, Sheng Mingzhi's husband is an amateur, how can he compare with celebrities?"

"Damn it, this trash must have lied about his height. If he really is 180, how could I not see his husband's face! The phone screen is so low!"

……

Lu Jiayan, who knew nothing about this, was a little dazed, as if he really didn't expect that Sheng Mingzhi, this little ancestor, was quite dedicated.

It broke Lu Jiayan's perception of him, and made Lu Jiayan re-examine Sheng Mingzhi.

He seems to be different from what he imagined.

When Lu Jiayan lowered his head, he realized that the live broadcast was still going on.

The idea of ​​helping Sheng Mingzhi go upstairs was dismissed, and he simply picked him up from the table, letting Sheng Mingzhi fall into his arms.

The intimacy is so clear that outsiders can see their relationship without saying a word.

The platinum rings on their ring fingers complement each other, forming a pair.

Lu Jiayan glanced at the barrage content, and asked slowly, "What time will he download it?"

The barrage froze collectively at first. For some reason, Lu Jiayan's words carried an irresistible aura inexplicably.

Direct militarized management, so that the barrage had to answer 08:30 in a conditioned reflex.

There is still half an hour until the broadcast.

Lu Jiayan seemed to have made up his mind, so he hugged him like this, and sat abruptly for half an hour until 08:30, completing Sheng Mingzhi's live broadcast workload.

There is zero interaction and zero communication with fans throughout the whole process.

Only Sheng Mingzhi's sleeping face and half of Lu Jiayan's body appeared on the scene.

There is also the four-letter abbreviation for barrage without money:

"KSWL."