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

Sheng Mingzhi knew that Lu Jiayan's character had always been a bit wicked.

But when he really heard the old man say this, he was still a little shocked.

Is this a new character you came up with?

The marriage of two people suddenly becomes a Shura field for four people.

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

He was used to Lu Jiayan's outspoken teasing sometimes.

In the face of the old man's brazen speech, just pretend that you didn't hear it.

But Sheng Mingzhi didn't answer yet.

Accidentally glanced out of the corner of the eye, and saw the shattered expression of the videographer Sanguan on the side.

and many more.

He opened his mouth.

Totally forgot there was a recording camera here, what's going on.

He didn't speak, and the cameraman seemed to have received some signal.

She opened her mouth suddenly, still stuttering a bit: "...Don't worry, I won't broadcast this episode!"

……

……

No.

What are you guilty of?

He and Lu Jiayan are legally married, okay?

Don't speak in such a guilty tone, making it seem like they are having an affair!

Three black lines appeared on Sheng Mingzhi's forehead, and he couldn't argue with it: "No. You misunderstood a bit, Lu Jiayan and I—"

"I know!" The videographer nodded, "Mr. Sheng, don't worry, I've been in this industry for many years, and I know what to broadcast and what not to broadcast."

He nodded solemnly, and said cautiously: "I will keep it a secret."

An "I totally get it" look.

Sheng Mingzhi:?

What are you keeping secret?What do you understand?

He raised his forehead and was about to refute.

But he didn't want to hear Lu Jiayan's muffled laughter all of a sudden.

Sheng Mingzhi was taken aback for a moment, and found that the other party's hand that was originally supporting his chin simply directly covered the lower half of his face.

Laughing wildly.

The peach blossom eyes were bent into a bridge, and the shoulders shook slightly.

Sheng Mingzhi choked on the words he wanted to refute, and his eyes fell on Lu Jiayan's face.

After being slightly stunned for a moment, he silently cursed that this old man was really childish.

After the meal, the most famous sky garden fireworks show in Yunjing officially started.

After all the fuss just now, the way the videographer looks at them is completely wrong.

And the camera was carried on the shoulder, and it looked like I didn't know whether to record or not.

Sheng Mingzhi ate and drank enough, picked a few photos taken today, and posted them on Weibo for business.

When choosing, his fingertips hesitated for a moment as he swipe across the photo that Lu Jiayan secretly took just now.

It's rare to go out for dinner with Lu Jiayan.

Otherwise, post a Weibo to commemorate it.

A few minutes later, Sheng Mingzhi finally edited Weibo, clicked it, and sent it.

This time there is no fancy copywriting, just two simple words.

@盛明智: Just rice.

Four photos, two photos of food, one photo of fireworks, and one photo of Lu Jiayan.

It's just that Sheng Mingzhi took a screenshot, but didn't capture Lu Jiayan's face, only the body below the shoulders of the man across the table.

However, it can still be seen that the figure is excellent and the temperament is excellent.

Not only are the shoulders wide, but the overlapping hands are also well-articulated. On the ring finger of his left hand, there is a low-key platinum wedding ring of the same style as Sheng Mingzhi.

As soon as it was posted, someone commented:

"Why is the copywriting so simple this time? Bad review."

"Who is the man in the photo? I want to know all his information in 3 minutes."

"I said, why is it so simple this time, it turned out to be a show of affection."

"Eating can't stop you from wanting to show your affection?"

"Your husband is very handsome, let me."

……

Sheng Mingzhi flipped through the comments, probably because he hasn't been a monster recently.

The painting style of the black fans was also quite boring, which made him lose the enthusiasm for the end game.

At this moment, a sudden comment jumped into view:

"Can you still eat? Weibo marketing accounts are saying that your degree from Yunjing University of Arts is fake, why don't you explain it?"

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned by this inexplicable question.

I don't know how I got involved with Yunjing University of the Arts, the only thing I remember is the one time Xiao Wang made it up for him.

Sheng Mingzhi replied slowly:

[If there's anything to explain, it's a fake. 】

It's clear and obvious.

And he graduated from the Finance Department of Beijing University.

Thank you.

It was probably because Sheng Mingzhi spent too long fiddling with the phone with his head down.

Lu Jiayan asked, "Are you posting on Moments?"

After hearing this, Sheng Mingzhi muttered, "How about posting on Weibo?"

The old man is indeed an old man. He probably only knows Moments, not Weibo at all.

Thinking of this, he said slowly and questioningly: "Brother Jiayan, you should know what Weibo is, right?"

Lu Jiayan: ...

He is not so "old" that he doesn't even know Weibo.

Shengjia Group also has an official corporate account, which is managed by a dedicated operation team.

As for himself, he followed suit and registered a Weibo when he was in college.

It's just that he doesn't like surfing the Internet very much, and he forgot the account not long after he registered.

At this moment, Sheng Mingzhi's interaction on Weibo was in full swing.

For some reason, Lu Jiayan suddenly became interested.

——He seemed to be interested in everything about Sheng Mingzhi.

Seeing him taking out his phone, Sheng Mingzhi was slightly surprised.

No way, Lu Jiayan really has Weibo?Never heard of it?

Lu Jiayan seemed to see his doubts, so he replied: "I registered on Weibo when I was in college, but it didn't work much."

Really? !

It's strange, he thought that this kind of old man only watched news broadcasts, and the way to communicate with netizens was to send letters by flying pigeons.

Sheng Mingzhi immediately leaned over, and his eyes fell on Lu Jiayan's phone screen.

Fortunately, Lu Jiayan has not forgotten his Weibo password.

After logging into the account registered with the university, the Weibo is terribly empty, the name is "user + number" automatically generated by the system, and the profile picture is also a landscape photo, just like a zombie account.

There are not many Weibo content.

The first one was sent automatically by the system, and the second one was forwarding the news of the Beijing University Debate Competition, which happened five or six years ago.

But Sheng Mingzhi never expected that after Lu Jiayan logged into Weibo, the first thing he did was to find his account.

What is the difference between this and the trumpet whose parents found out that they were free to surf the Internet? !

Sheng Mingzhi came back to his senses abruptly, and then covered Lu Jiayan's phone.

Lu Jiayan froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows.

Sheng Mingzhi said with difficulty: "There is nothing interesting on my Weibo. They are all reposting advertisements."

He paused, and said silently: "Brother Jiayan, you should stop watching."

"Huh?" Lu Jia said slowly, "I wasn't interested at first. Seeing that you don't want to show me so much, I am more interested."

He glanced at Sheng Mingzhi: "Is there something shameful that you can't show me?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

Is that too much?

His inner struggle was literally written on his face.

Sheng Mingzhi struggled for several minutes, and finally gave up.

Forget it.

Anyway, Lu Jiayan has an account, and sooner or later he will be able to see his Weibo.

Sheng Mingzhi's Weibo is not difficult to search, he is the first one to search with his name, and the one with more than 500 million followers is him.

The Weibo content is just as Sheng Mingzhi said.

Except for some business selfies, it is to repost advertisements.

The latest one is a sneak shot of Lu Jiayan's Weibo.

The other party saw it and gave him a half-smile.

Sheng Mingzhi's cheeks became hot when he was seen, and he said firmly: "I just accidentally photographed you in the mirror, don't think too much about it."

"Yeah." Lu Jiayan said indifferently: "I didn't think much about it. I just thought that you 'accidentally' took quite good pictures."

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

I don't care about this dog man.

Fortunately, Lu Jiayan is not very good at using Weibo.

He only knows how to click on Weibo to read comments, but he doesn't know how to click on comments to read replies, so Sheng Mingzhi didn't see those venomous and sharp ripping skills.

He was silently relieved.

What's the matter with the feeling of being checked by parents?

Although Lu Jiayan didn't know how to use Weibo, he was not ashamed to ask.

Pointing to a comment on Weibo that called him "wife, so hot (color)" and asked him: "Why did he call you wife?"

Sheng Mingzhi saw that Lu Jiayan was quite good at finding him.

Isn't this the only fan in his Weibo comments who jumps up and down and insists on calling him "wife".

Sheng Mingzhi also had one or two of this kind of "clay sculpture powder".

Some called him "sister", some called him "baby", and some called him "wife". Usually, when they saw him, they pretended not to see him and slid over.

But now he was suddenly caught by Lu Jiayan.

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly felt guilty.

... It's not that I call someone's husband.

What's wrong with me.

But in front of her real plastic husband, Sheng Mingzhi still explained: "Don't worry about it. This is what they shouted."

After thinking about it, I felt that my explanation was a bit thin.

"That's right, it's a fan circle culture that likes to treat men as women. You don't understand even if you tell me."

Lu Jiayan listened thoughtfully.

It really doesn't look like it understands.

It is estimated that the Internet terminology of the new era has greatly shocked this old antique unearthed in the Qing Dynasty.

Lu Jiayan lazily: "Then what does 'so spicy' mean?"

It's quite easy to learn.

Teacher Xiao Sheng taught one-on-one: "Probably, it means it looks good?"

Lu Jiayan nodded.

Then, he pointed to the latest comment of this mentally handicapped clay fan.

Humble and eager to learn: "What does 'give me hasty' mean?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

This b fan will be blocked by me sooner or later.

He was visible to the naked eye, and the roots of his ears were red.

However, Lu Jiayan asked very seriously, as if discussing the current situation of financial system reform.

Sheng Mingzhi took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

As if preparing for something mentally, he started to make up nonsense: "'Give me Caocao' is a kind of plant, and 'Give me Caocao' probably means giving flowers to an artist at a concert, and the translation is to praise the stars for their authenticity." Awesome, really awesome!"

A bunch of gibberish.

Sheng Mingzhi also made up a serious book.

But Lu Jiayan's expression was clearly half a smile but not a smile.

I don't know how much he believed.

I thought the curiosity of the old man would stop here.

Unexpectedly, next, under Sheng Mingzhi's gaze, Lu Jiayan reposted his selfie in a nine-square grid.

Seriously type in Weibo:

@User 7025112: "My wife, it's so spicy. Give me a rush."

He also used a shy expression of soybeans sullenly.

Click to retweet.

Lu Jiayan turned his head to look at the sluggish Sheng Mingzhi, and said slowly, "Is this how you forwarded Weibo?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

help!Did the dog man really not do it on purpose? !

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to Xishan No. [-].

Today's follow-up shooting by the cameraman is also over.

Although it took one night.

But it is estimated that a single screen will not be played.

So in the later stage, a small camera was brought to the artist and placed in the room of the artist and guest to ensure the editing of the material.

After Sheng Mingzhi entered the room, he hesitated for a second, and said, "Brother Jiayan, are you using the study tonight?"

Hear familiar honorifics.

Lu Jiayan knew that Sheng Mingzhi had something to ask him.

"Need not."

"Oh." Sheng Mingzhi raised the small camera in his hand: "The program team wants to record some clips at home, can I put the camera in your study?"

After all, Lu Jiayan's study has a lot of information about Sheng Jia.

Sheng Mingzhi was worried that there was something that could not be broadcast.

However, Lu Jiayan quickly agreed, and Sheng Mingzhi didn't continue to ask.

He quickly finished washing, put on a set of casual home clothes, stood in front of the mirror and thought for a while, and then got a little haircut.

After all, you have to appear in front of the camera.

As a handsome [-]-line man who is delicate from hair to toes, Sheng Mingzhi does not allow any ugly photos of herself to be exposed to the public.

Seemingly inadvertently revealed plain makeup.

In fact, they have been carefully matched and dressed.

The small video camera starts recording.

Sheng Mingzhi actually has nothing to do at night, the main thing is to sort out the internship work for tomorrow morning.

The information is not complicated, but more.

It's not too difficult for Sheng Mingzhi to sort it out.

After tidying up for half an hour, there was a knock on the door of the study.

Sheng Mingzhi looked up, and Lu Jiayan warmed up a glass of milk and brought it in.

"Is it not done yet?"

"Another point."

Sheng Mingzhi glanced at the milk.

A little surprised.

So caring?

It's not like Lu Jiayan's style.

He looked up from the computer screen: "Why didn't you sleep?"

Lu Jiayan glanced at him inexplicably, with playfulness in his eyes, making Sheng Mingzhi baffled.

The question he asked was normal, right?

Why did Lu Jiayan look at him with such strange eyes.

The other party did not answer his question, but walked up to Sheng Mingzhi's side.

Volunteering, "Do you need my help?"

Sheng Mingzhi:?

Very good, since you asked such a question, wouldn't I be an idiot if I didn't ask you to help me?

However, he just thought about it in his heart.

Lu Jiayan was already busy with Sheng Jia's affairs, and Sheng Mingzhi felt that he was just a small matter of sorting out the materials, and it's not like he couldn't do it.

...And, he didn't want to make him more tired.

"No. I'll make it soon."

Sheng Mingzhi held the black-rimmed glasses with his hands. When he was at home, he basically didn't wear invisibility. Such a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose made his skin white and greasy, and he was full of student spirit, making him look a few times smaller for no reason. age.

Even high school students believe it.

Lu Jiayan didn't leave after being rejected, but sat beside Sheng Mingzhi.

Sheng Mingzhi froze for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable, but didn't say anything.

Next, Lu Jiayan will still give some pointers.

Sheng Mingzhi found out that Jiang is still old and spicy, and the speed of tidying up by himself is not as fast as the few words Lu Jiayan pointed out.

Although I already know that he is very powerful.

But every time Lu Jiayan can still refresh his new cognition.

Originally it took an hour to prepare materials, but it was completely over in half an hour.

Sheng Mingzhi stretched her waist, revealing a portion of her waistline that was originally hidden under her pajamas, delicate and fair.

Lu Jiayan glanced at it and said softly, "Are you done?"

Sheng Mingzhi didn't notice the danger at all, and nodded honestly: "It's done."

After thinking about it, he decided to thank Lu Jiayan: "Brother Jiayan, thank you just now."

Otherwise he might not be able to sleep until eleven o'clock.

Who knows, Lu Jiayan raised his eyebrows: "Is there only verbal thanks?"

Sheng Mingzhi hesitated: "Then...I stand up and bow to you again?"

Lu Jiayan laughed, and half embraced Sheng Mingzhi in his arms while speaking.

At this moment, no matter how slow he was, he realized what Lu Jiayan meant.

It turns out thanks for this.

Thank you with your body! !

Oh shit.

Old and unruly.

Sheng Mingzhi's face became hot in an instant.

After silently slandering for a while, he muttered, "Why are you here again? Didn't it just be the day before yesterday..."

I don't know if it was his delusion.

I always feel that my husband and wife nightlife with Lu Jiayan is becoming more and more frequent.

It used to be only once or twice in half a month, but recently it was almost every two or three days that Lu Jiayan would put her on the bed.

It's not that he's not happy, it's just that he thinks it's too intemperate, Sheng Mingzhi feels like his waist is about to break.

"You also know it was the day before yesterday." Lu Jiayan's tone was very light, with a bit of resentment: "It's been a day."

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

Don't know where it was hit.

Sheng Mingzhi took a breath, and muttered: "You were not like this before, obviously you only need it once or twice a month."

"Yeah." Lu Jiayan said lazily, "It can be seen that Teacher Xiao Sheng is very dissatisfied with my previous performance."

He paused: "So now we have to work harder."

fuck you.

What enterprise-level comprehension.

Sheng Mingzhi was speechless, and grabbed his arm: "But there is still a program to be recorded tomorrow morning."

Meaning not tonight.

Lu Jiayan looked up at him, those peach blossom eyes were deep and watery.

The lights in the study were adjusted to a dim state, making the atmosphere sweet and ambiguous.

"I'll pay more attention." The man's voice was low: "Wear a high collar tomorrow, okay?"

Teacher Xiao Sheng was not strong-willed and wavered a little.

Just like that, Lu Jiayan took the opportunity to suppress him again.

"哗啦——" a sound.

Things on the desk are scattered all over the place.

Sheng Mingzhi's back was against the cold table, but his body was hot.

The fox's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could only see Lu Jiayan covering his body.

The woody scent spread from the tip of his nose, and Lu Jiayan's beautiful peach blossom eyes looked affectionate to everyone.

At this moment, it is even more intense, and there are small hooks at the end of the eyes, which can confuse people's hearts just by looking at them.

As if thinking of something, he bent his lips and raised the corners of his mouth.

He lowered his head and pressed it against Sheng Mingzhi's ear, with a smile on his tail, imitating what he just learned from Weibo comments today.

Seductive, numb: "Baby, let me fuck. Okay?"