Quickly wear: The male protagonist is in HE with the villain again

"We are all at the wedding venue. Celebrities from all walks of life are gathered here to exchange cups and cups. Only I! Only me!"

"You are so dedicated to running to discuss scripts with you! Talking about resources! You are really capable, and you can get yourself drunk all by yourself! You really disappoint me!"

Luo Ming dragged the confused Bai Zhonghuai to the bathroom and roared at the drunkard.

"I'm sorry," Bai Zhonghuai grabbed his sleeves and apologized in a depressed tone: "I'm... really... too sad today..."

"Eh - you said you are so well-off, so why are you so obsessed with love?"

The agent stared at his young and perfect face and sighed as if he was puzzled.

"Oh, if I am really as good as you say, why would she want to break up with me?"

This time, Bai Zhonghuai rarely spoke so clearly.

"No more, no more, just stay here and don't wander around."

Luo Ming rushed into the men's room and warned him worriedly:

"If you're still conscious, you can just wash your face and wake up. Hey! I should have brought the assistant with me..."

Bai Zhonghuai's consciousness was still a little clear at this moment, and he moved towards the sink obediently.

"who are you?"

Bai Zhonghuai acted like a fool for the next second, staring at himself in the mirror on the sink, his face flushed and unconscious.

"vomit……"

Covering his mouth instinctively, Bai Zhonghuai began to look for the trash can aimlessly, completely forgetting his manager's instructions a second ago.

……

Staggering, holding a trash can and vomiting in embarrassment, this was Yan Beiheng's first impression of Bai Zhonghuai.

Looking at this so-called male protagonist whose face was unremarkable, everything else seemed ordinary. For the first time, Yan Beiheng hoped that his rookie system would return as soon as possible.

"It's really boring."

Liang Bo's lips tightened, Yan Beiheng turned the car keys in his hand and decided to go back.

In order not to harm Chi Yu, Yan Beiheng drove here himself this time. After all, he was very lucky.

"You, you smell so good..."

Unexpectedly, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes. Yan Beiheng instinctively frowned and looked down at the offending paw.

"let go."

Mr. Yan, a severe mysophobia patient, looked down at the male protagonist next to his legs, and for the first time, his deep magnetic voice was full of disgust and anger.

"You smell really good..."

As he spoke, Bai Zhonghuai sucked his round nose hard and continued to say obsessively:

"Why do you smell so good..."

"roll."

If he hadn't been afraid of kicking the male protagonist of this world to death and causing the world to break, Yan Beiheng would never have expressed his disgust in just one word.

"Your whole body smells so good~"

Bai Zhonghuai was not afraid of Yan Beiheng's anger at all. He hugged the man's thigh as if he was going to the extreme, and his drunken red cheeks gently rubbed against Young Master Yan's expensive suit pants.

"..."

Where did the system go? Does it know that all the male protagonists it chose have mutated?

Yan Beiheng looked speechlessly at the male protagonist who was sniffing under him like a pervert, and he actually regretted coming to this wedding banquet.

“Funk you!“

Feeling the head rubbing upwards, Yan Beiheng felt helpless and blushing for the first time by a mortal.

Picking up this pervert with one hand and almost rubbing it between his legs, Young Master Yan covered his tall nose in disgust:

"You fucking stink now! You still want to kiss me!"

Yan Beiheng wanted to shake the piece of brown candy away, but to his surprise, the clingy man hugged his arm tightly.

"You...you are good-looking too."

The man stared at him with a pair of wet glazed eyes, completely beguiled by Young Master Yan's face that looked like an immortal.

"Ahem... Of course I am good-looking, but you are so wretched. Are you sure you are the leading man in this world?"

Unable to get rid of him at all, Yan Beiheng thought he was unlucky and carried him by his collar into his exclusive elevator.

"No……"

"what?"

This drunkard won't go to his heroine and won't let her go.

"Where is the obscenity?"

"Ding-dong-"

Arriving at the top floor, Young Master Yan finally ran out of patience and threw Bai Zhonghuai on the floor of the presidential suite.

"Well--"

Although there was a thick layer of carpet, Bai Zhonghuai couldn't help but scream in pain when he was thrown to the ground so unexpectedly.

"Find a place to wash up."

Ignoring the man's tearful eyes, Yan Beiheng said these words coldly, then entered the master bedroom and closed the door heavily.

"Woo——"

Bai Zhonghuai seemed to wake up a little after being thrown so hard, and he slowly stood up.

Then he wandered towards the large sofa. Obviously, he couldn't listen to Young Master Yan and still had the brains to find a room to take a bath alone.

"Master, don't you want to go home yet?"

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and the old housekeeper couldn't help but call to confirm.

"I'm staying at the Waldorf Hotel tonight."

There is no need for Yan Beiheng to explain anything, the old housekeeper is relieved:

"Okay, Master, do you need me to pick you up tomorrow?"

"unnecessary."

Yan Beiheng was unhappy and hung up the phone.

After wiping his wet hair, Yan Beiheng was still worried that some drunk would drown in the bathtub, so he opened the door of the master bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Bai Zhonghuai turned a deaf ear to his words and was currently sleeping soundly on the big sofa in the living room.

"Speechless."

The eldest young man with severe mysophobia was reluctant to get closer and took a closer look. He just threw a blanket from the air to cover someone who was sleeping sprawled out.

*

Bai Zhonghuai was awakened by the dazzling sunlight, but his first feeling after regaining consciousness was that his whole body ached, as if he had been hit by a car.

"hiss--"

After struggling to hold himself up, Bai Zhonghuai found that he had slept on this large black sofa all night.

"Ugh-it stinks!"

Lifting the fluffy blanket on his body, Bai Zhonghuai finally smelled the huge stench of vomit after fermenting overnight.

"What a pervert, you finally woke up."

Suddenly, a deep magnetic voice came to his ears, and Bai Zhonghuai looked up after hearing the sound.

A very tall man, he was standing leaning against the doorframe, his long legs slightly bent, his handsome face as cold as ice, staring at him with his deep phoenix eyes.

Like a god looking down at the ants.

"Are you stupid? Why don't you hurry up and wash yourself? It stinks!"

Yan Beiheng saw this man staring at him in a daze with eyes obsessed with him, so he reminded him angrily, then turned around and entered the master bedroom.

"you……"

Bai Zhonghuai looked at the closed door and lowered his hands in despair.