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

"Mom... um, okay, okay, I'll notify them right away... Bye." Lan Simiao put away her phone.

"Miao Miao, are you leaving?" Fu Qinghe came over and took her hand with some grievance.

"Well, it's time to go back. Why don't you want me to leave?" Lan Simiao lifted his chin.

Fu Qinghe nodded: "Well, I want Miaomiao to stay with me."

"Besides, I haven't been with Miaomiao for a long time." Fu Qinghe grabbed her hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles: "Miaomiao, touch..."

Uh, it feels good... No, who taught him this?

Just as Lan Simiao was about to speak, Fu Qinghe picked her up from the sofa and carried her into the room.

Fu Qinghe leaned over Lan Simiao, clasped her hands and pressed them over her head, and with his other hand he unbuttoned her clothes while kissing her eagerly.

She did not refuse, and took the initiative to hug him gently and greet him. Although he would secretly come to live with her every day when they were filming on the crew, considering that she still had to direct the play, he did not dare to be too presumptuous with her even if he wanted to be intimate with her.

Not to mention that after finishing the filming, she has been busy getting the show aired during the Spring Festival. Sometimes she comes back at twelve o'clock in the evening and just wants to take a shower and go to bed. She has no time to think about other things.

Forget it, just indulge yourself today. It’s time for her to make up for the neglect she has shown him during this period of time.

After all, she is the financial sponsor and doesn't want to be suppressed by him.

This was the result of her and Fu Qinghe's indulgence. Lan Simiao had forgotten that her mother had asked her to add more chapters.

By the time she remembered, there were already more than thirty missed calls from Lan's mother on her phone, as well as the two-digit red dots of WeChat messages, which gave her a headache just looking at them.

She chose to shut down temporarily.

"You, go get me the computer."

Fu Qinghe immediately got out of bed to get her a computer, and put a pillow behind her so that she could lean back more comfortably.

She was busy with the work at hand, and Fu Qinghe sat up and reached out to gently massage her lower back.

As soon as the news that the drama "Time Traveling Beauty Becoming a Millionaire at 80" was announced to be updated daily starting today, the audience who followed the drama flocked to the comment section frantically.

【You really listen to the audience's suggestions! 】

[Wow, you are such an obedient official. You have updated every day. It’s okay for you to become a VIP member to watch the whole series (with confidence)]

【Seconded. 】

【+1. 】

Immediately afterwards, Lan Simiao logged into Fu Qinghe's Weibo account and sent him a message reposting the official blog and informing fans that more updates would be added starting today.

After doing all this, Lan Simiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the computer, and lay back on the bed.

"Tell me, why did you suddenly become so skilled last night?" Lan Simiao thought of all the different tricks Fu Qinghe had played in bed last night.

Her face got hot just thinking about it.

Fu Qinghe let go of her and took out a thread-bound book from the drawer of the bedside table.

Lan Simiao opened it and found ancient Chinese text inside. Although some of the words were difficult to understand, she could guess what kind of book it was by looking at the two pictures at the end of each article.

"Fu Qinghe! Tell me, where did you get it from?" Lan Simiao felt that the book was very hot and threw it back to him.

"My father gave it to me the last time I went back to the underworld. He told me that a man should... in order to make his girlfriend like him more." Fu Qinghe told her exactly what the old ghost king had said to him.

Lan Si Miao's mouth twitched when she heard this: "Put the book away for me and don't read it."

He is actually a male ghost who has lived for thousands of years. If he learns something else, her small body will not be able to handle it.

Fu Qinghe saw that she looked a little serious and didn't dare to refute anything. He nodded, put the book back into the cabinet and locked it.

The daily updates went smoothly, so Lan Simiao stayed here and lived a sweet life with Fu Qinghe. On the sixth day of the New Year, after A Le called in advance to confirm that Fu Qinghe was at home, he came to his house with various invitations.