The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

"Write well and I won't disturb you anymore." Lin said in his later years, walked into the bedroom, and came out again with clothes in his hand.

Under Sang Qingyan's peripheral vision, Lin walked into the bathroom in his later years.

The sound of rushing water came.

Sang Qingyan came back to his senses, looked at the kettle beside him, and remained silent.

When Lin WanNian came out of the shower, Sang Qingyan was still focused on typing on the keyboard. His hand speed was unmatched by Lin WanNian, who usually worked.

Sure enough, the tentacle monster is really powerful.

Sang Qingyan stayed until ten o'clock. Seeing that Lin was about to turn off the lights and go to bed in his later years, he reluctantly left.

In the next few days, Sang Qingyan would stay on time when Lin was getting off work in his later years, and would not leave until Lin went to bed in his later years.

077 looks at their current progress, very pure.

It was so pure that it didn't believe it, thinking that what it saw was fake.

It flew back to the bedroom from the living room and looked at Lin Wannian who was sitting at the desk reviewing manuscripts: "Dear host, didn't you say you wanted to learn how to drive a car in the last plane? Why is it like a new apprentice learning to drive now? ?”

In his later years, Lin manually reviewed hot articles with his eyes, and said without changing his face: "I suddenly discovered that there are many things that can be done besides pornography. Tsk, I don't even bother to get money through this method."

"Oh, so you have other means?"

Lin said in his later years: "Huh, of course it's my IQ."

077: "Do you still have an IQ? Didn't your IQ just feed the dogs after the college entrance examination?"

"Fuck you. The past has passed. I am no longer the salty fish that I used to be. I am now a living fish."

"...6"

Even so, 077 did not force Lin to engage in pornography in his later years. After engaging in so many dimensions, it was a little tired of watching it.

The host is on the road, great! I hope he can do better, so that he can get more bonuses, and the system can also take a part of the commission from it.

The system is planning happily.

But on Thursday.

Just because Lin doesn't want to do it in his later years doesn't mean that Sang doesn't want to do it.

When Lin came back from get off work in his later years, Sang Qingyan squatted at the door as usual.

The moment Sang Qingyan saw Lin in his later years, he stood up and shouted obediently: "Brother Lin."

"Yeah." Lin nodded in his later years, took out the key and opened the door.

Sang Qingyan followed in.

Just as he continued to do as usual, a key appeared in front of him.

He was stunned and looked at the person.

Lin later explained slowly: "If you want to stay at my place, you can open the door and come in. This is the key I copied."

A flash of light flashed in Sang Qingyan's eyes. Looking at the key in Lin's old palm, he came back to his senses and said with excitement hidden in his tone: "Wouldn't this be bad?"

"It's okay, we're all familiar with it, and my family doesn't have much money. If you don't want it, forget it."

Lin WanNian said, and just as he was about to take it back, Sang Qingyan said how could he not want it. He took it and held it tightly in his hand. The warmth of Lin WanNian still remained on it.

Lin glanced at him in his later years and walked into the bedroom.

After returning home, what he wanted to do most was take a shower.

The water in the bathroom was gurgling.

Sang Qingyan did not concentrate on coding as usual. He was distracted. Looking at the locked bathroom, many scenes came to his mind.

The more I thought about it, the drier my throat became.

There was a thought in his mind: he wanted to get Lin's old age.

Thinking of this, his dark eyes looked at the kettle on the table, and he took something out of his pocket.

Although it is autumn, the water is a bit cold, but it is not time to turn on the hot water.

In his later years, Lin always rinsed with cold water once or twice.

After wiping his body, he realized that he only took his underwear and pants, not his shirt.

But it's not a big problem.

He put on his clothes and came out.

There are still a few drops of water flowing on the cheeks.

Sang Qingyan only glanced at it, quickly looked away, and continued typing on the keyboard.

I licked my dry lips, they looked so pink.

In his later years, Lin walked into the bedroom, put on a T-shirt, and rubbed his hair with a dry towel. Then he walked out of the bedroom and sat next to Sang Qingyan, who was carefree.

Then he poured himself a glass of water.

After drinking a drink, he looked at the young man next to him: "Have you had any difficulties in writing a book recently?"

"No, it's pretty smooth."

Sang Qingyan replied.

He just opened a new book this week and uploaded 20,000 words on the first day so that he could apply for security review and contract signing. After signing the contract, he updated 8,000 words every day.

Some readers found out that he would not write a second book and scolded him under his new book. However, after the criticism, the popularity came, and thousands of readers followed the book on the first day it was released.

Lin nodded in his later years and spoke earnestly: "There may be very few readers in the first month of opening the book. When it reaches 80,000 words, there will gradually be readers. You should save your manuscript now and write as much as you can during the period of inspiration." .”

During working hours, he was busy with work matters, and Lin had almost no time to talk in his later years. When he got home, he just said whatever he wanted, and it was a lot of nonsense.

"Okay." Sang Qingyan agreed with Lin's advice in his later years.

After talking too much, I couldn't help but feel a little thirsty, Lin said in his later years and drank another glass of water.

After drinking a few glasses of water, I felt sleepy.

Lin felt dizzy in his later years, but he still endured it and said to Sang Qingyan: "I want to go to bed. You go back and write first."

Sang Qingyan raised his eyebrows: "Is it so early? It's not even eight o'clock yet."

"Huh? Really? Then I may be too tired from work." Lin felt that his brain was not flexible anymore in his later years, so he stood up and walked to the bedroom.

'Plop' sound.

Seeing this, Sang Qingyan hurriedly walked in and saw Lin sleeping in a tall and strong posture in his old age, with red cheeks.

He stood at the door and looked deeply for a long time. When he saw that the other party had completely closed his eyes, he called out: "Brother Lin."

"..."

Got no response.

Sang Qingyan had a smile on his lips. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched quietly for about half an hour. Then he climbed onto the bed, leaned forward, held the young man's cheek with both hands, and kissed the delicate cheek.

After tracing the entire face, he stopped at the raised lips.

The lips are very soft.

It makes people want to explore more deeply.

Although he knew that the person in his arms would not wake up at the moment, Sang Qingyan did not dare to act recklessly. He stopped briefly, biting and grinding the corners of the young man's lips, and then lowered his lips to his neck.

It all fell on his saliva and left his mark.

Sang Qingyan whispered: "Brother Lin, in my old age, what should I do if I love you so much?"

Followed by Sang Qingyan's caress.

The young man who was sleeping soundly also reacted and hummed.

"How can you love me too?"

There was a murmur in his ears, and Lin fell into a deeper sleep in his later years. He felt that the voice was a bit familiar, but he couldn't figure out who it was, so he could only think vaguely.