Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Fu Qinghe came over, knelt on one knee in front of her, held her hand with some cold hands, and said in a low voice: "Miaomiao, don't leave, I...will."

He had thought a lot just now, and if it was the unspoken rule of the woman who he identified as his love disaster in this life, he would be willing to do so.

Lan Simiao casually clasped his hand back, raised her eyebrows, and raised his chin with her other hand: "Have you thought about it? If you agree, I will be your sponsor in the future."

Fu Qinghe nodded firmly: "Think about it."

Lan Simiao gently pinched his thin lips twice with her fingertips, curled the corners of her lips with satisfaction, retracted the hand holding his chin, and opened her arms: "Well, hug me."

Fu Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then stood up and picked her up from the sofa.

"Miaomiao, don't be afraid, I will make you satisfied, believe me." After Fu Qinghe finished speaking in a low and hoarse voice, he lowered his head, covered her lips, and kissed Lan Simiao tenderly.

Under his endless gentle and patient offensive, Lan Simiao's rationality gradually ran away, and she became addicted to his kisses and the movements of his hands...

Well, this ghost young master who has lived for who knows how many years really makes her a little bit overwhelmed.

Day two.

Fu Qinghe woke up and looked down at Lan Simiao, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He lowered his head slightly and wanted to kiss her pink lips. When he was about to kiss her, he suddenly heard a soft chuckle and raised his head. He started to look and met her playful and teasing eyes: "Qinghe was doing bad things early in the morning, and I caught him~"

"I'm sorry Miaomiao, I...hiss." Fu Qinghe felt very embarrassed after being caught secretly kissing.

Lan Simiao leaned forward and kissed his slender neck, leaving a red mark on it.

"I'll put my mark on you so that others won't covet you." Looking at the mark she left on his neck, Lan Simiao laughed.

Seeing her smiling face, Fu Qinghe couldn't help but chuckle, burying his head in the crook of her neck, his soft hair rubbing against her skin: "I am insignificant."

Miaomiao also belongs to him alone, Fu Qinghe quietly added in his heart.

Regardless of whether she was the woman who could help him survive his love crisis, they had become husband and wife last night, and he had to be responsible for her.

Even if she wasn't, so what, he still wanted Lan Simiao to be his only.

Lan Simiao raised her hand and touched his head, and talked to him about business: "Qinghe, do you want to sign a contract with me to be Lanying's artist?"

Fu Qinghe was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Miaomiao, I don't want to go drink with you."

He just couldn't accept that his agent sent him to drink and laugh in order to get him a role.

Even if he was poached by Lan Ying later by Mr. Lan, similar phenomena happened several times.

Lan Simiao turned over and pressed on him, took the mobile phone placed on the pillow, and clicked on the brand new official website of Lanying Entertainment: "Qinghe, I am the boss of Lanying now, and you are mine. No one dares to disobey me and arrange for you to accompany me for drinks."

"Qinghe, sign a contract with me. I can give you all the resources you want. I will personally promote you. As for those things you are worried about, I will never let them happen as long as I am here."

Fu Qinghe stared at her for a while, then smiled and nodded: "Okay, I will sign a contract with Miaomiao."

Lan Simiao pinched his nose gently: "Well, Qinghe is so good, get up."

The two packed up and left the hotel. Her driver was waiting for her downstairs.

Just when Fu Qinghe was about to get in the car, A Le ran over and shouted: "Young Master, wait for me."