If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Shan Yu's face was gloomy and he folded his legs together, trying to cover up something.

This sitting position was not very comfortable, and even made him a little uncomfortable.

But when he thought about how embarrassed he was because of Song Chuyi's "brother", he wanted to slap himself twice.

When had he been so restless?

The second personality must have influenced him.

definitely is.

Shan Yu had a gloomy face, but his subordinates very honestly rewarded Song Chuyi with a dream castle in the hall.

As soon as the dream castle worth 8888 came out, everyone in the hall thanked him profusely, and even asked Shan Yu directly on the public screen what song he liked.

Shan Yu ignored those people and looked directly at Song Chuyi.

This young master of his is so heartless that he didn't even say thank you.

Shan Yu lightly clicked his tongue, tapped his hand, and sent two more dream castles out.

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

Is there really someone who was taken advantage of?

No, that's not right.

Song Chuyi was keenly aware that something was wrong.

He took a quick look at Shan Yu and found that he was looking at his phone with his head down.

A strange thought came to Song Chuyi's mind.

Could this "Y" be Shan Yu?

How could Shan Yu, a bodyguard, be so rich?

In the early days of Song Dynasty, he had a little doubt about Shan Yu's identity.

"Young Master."

Shan Yu's voice suddenly sounded.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Song Chuyi hurriedly looked away and glanced at his wheat.

Well...it's closed.

Although he had a little doubt about Shan Yu's identity, he still followed the young master's style and snorted softly.

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking?"

"No talking."

Shan Yu raised the tip of his tongue and felt a severe itching in a certain part of his heart.

This itching even spread to the teeth.

He wanted to bite this delicate young master.

It was best to bite him until he clenched his fist and hit his chest, but the hard chest rubbed him so hard that the back of his hand turned red.

The young master would shed tears at the end of his eyes and look at him full of accusations and grievances.

Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Shan Yu actually felt that his body was getting hot.

The imagination continues.

He would obediently listen to the young master's words, bow his head to apologize to him, and kiss the back of his red hand.

It left mottled marks on the white and tender skin.

Something in my heart itched even more.

Shan Yu's eyes were deep and red, staring at Song Chuyi closely, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Song Chuyi no longer looked at Shan Yu.

There is a new boss in the hall, and they are being auditioned right now.

When it was his turn, Song Chuyi cleared his throat and said:

"Hello boss, I am in the first year of junior high school on the 9th."

Then he turned off the mic, but he didn't expect that the new boss would actually reward him.

Song Chuyi could only turn on the mic again, "What song does the boss want to hear?"

Shan Yu narrowed his eyes and rewarded Song Chuyi with a dream castle.

[Y: I’ve got this guy. 】

No one else has encountered this situation before, but the host still speaks cautiously.

"Boss Y, if you are in the first year of junior high school, you will have to reward Quanmai with a helicopter."

"The boss who ordered just now also wants it."

This is the rule in the hall. Even if there is no rule, it doesn't matter. They won't suffer anyway.

Shan Yu neatly rewarded everyone with a helicopter, and also rewarded Song Chuyi with ten dream castles.

[Y: Take it away. 】

The host's excited voice sounded, "Okay, Boss Y, on the first day of the new year, you can jump on the mic and follow the boss, have fun~"

Before Song Chuyi could speak, he was kicked out of the room by the excited host.

Song Chuyi:...

He clicked on "Y"'s homepage and found that he only followed one person, himself.

This "Y" really looks more and more like Shan Yu the more I look at it.

Song Chuyi put his phone upside down on the table without revealing Shan Yu.

He crossed his arms across his chest and hummed softly.

"I'm done working today."

Shan Yu put away his phone, "Oh? What? Did you meet the big boss?"

"I met someone who was taken advantage of." Song Chuyi said with a smile, "I don't know which fool gave me a reward of more than 100,000 yuan."

Shan Yu:......

"Fool?"

He stood up, stretched out his long legs, and walked to Song Chuyi.

His big hand grabbed Song Chuyi's chin, forcing him to look up at him.

"Treat your sponsor as a fool, huh?"

Song Chuyi was not angry, but smiled and said: "So is that fool you?"

His fingertips gently hooked Shan Yu's cufflinks and fiddled with them.

"My bodyguard brother~"

Shan Yu paused and used force with his hands, leaving a faint red mark.

"You..." His chest rose and fell rapidly, "Heh."

He bent down and came close to Song Chuyi's ear, "Young Master, it's not good to call someone a fool behind your back."

This is not recognizing that he is "Y".

Song Chu rolled his eyes, understood what he meant, and immediately changed his style of painting.

"you're right."

He pretends to be serious.

"I shouldn't have said that about my sponsor dad."

Shan Yu felt hot and wanted to bully this hateful young master to tears.

"little bastard."

He cursed, if he is a sponsor, he is a fool, and if someone else is a sponsor, he is a father?

Oh, I'm not so partial.

Song Chuyi fiddled with his cufflinks, looking innocent.

"What are you angry about?"

Shan Yu let go of Song Chuyi and snorted coldly.

"Because the young master is partial."

"How can I?" Song Chuyi poked Shan Yu's chest, but felt a little hard and quickly withdrew his hand.

"The only one who can stay with me is you, my bodyguard brother~"

Shan Yu pursed his lips tightly and suddenly stopped talking.

After a while, he spoke, "Young Master is so good at acting like a spoiled brat. Who did you learn from him?"

"Self-taught." Song Chuyi puffed up his chest proudly, "You have to cherish a person like me who knows how to praise."

Shan Yu was amused.

"Besides being able to praise others, what else can the young master do?"

He lifted his chin and pressed his slightly pale lips with his thumb as if unintentionally.

"The young master is so weak and can't carry anything with his shoulders or hands. What can he do?"

"Or……"

His voice was low, slightly tinged with anger.

"The young master relies on this mouth to please others and let others reward you, huh?"

Song Chuyi looked up at Shan Yu with a smile on his face.

"Brother bodyguard, are you jealous?"

Although it was a question, it was in an affirmative tone.

"Ha!" Shan Yu smiled exaggeratedly and suddenly let go of his hand, "Am I jealous?"

He repeated something, as if he didn't want to admit anything, turned around and walked out.

Song Chuyi looked at his back and chuckled.

"I'm obviously jealous."

Smiling and laughing, he coughed again.

After coughing for a while, he finally recovered. Song Chuyi rubbed his sore cheeks and opened the WeChat group.

At the same time, Shan Yu ran all the way downstairs.

"Master Shan." The subordinate bowed respectfully, "The medicine has been delivered."

"Yes." Shan Yu said with a gloomy face, "Bring the medicine here."

"Yes." The subordinate quickly brought the medicine over.

Shan Yu glanced over it, his eyes flashing slightly.