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When Yu Ziyao realized what he had promised, he realized that his heart was beating so fast that it seemed to fly out of his chest.He stared blankly at the man in front of him, unbelievable: "Are we...in a relationship?"

What replied him was Qi Zhuo's raised eyebrows and a soft hum from his throat.

But it didn't take long for him to be happy, the next second, Qi Zhuo put on a straight face: "However, we haven't finished calculating what happened tonight."

"Ah?" Yu Ziyao's emotions were completely led away by the person opposite, "I apologize, I'm sorry, but I'm also a victim, okay?" He muttered softly.

"But you don't know where you are wrong." Qi Zhuo said, "Come here by yourself." He patted his thigh.

"What are you doing?!" Yu Ziyao seemed to have been stepped on by someone's tail, "Qi Zhuo, do you still have humanity? I still have injuries on my body?"

"Hurt your ass?"

"That's not...fuck, what are you doing?"

"Punishment, you promised yourself."

Qi Zhuo had wanted to do this for a long time, and now he was finally able to teach this brat a good lesson. As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged Yu Ziyao down on the sofa, and pressed his knees with one hand.

The sofa was big enough, and Yu Ziyao felt like a fish on a chopping board, with his stomach just lying on Qi Zhuo's lap.The temperature on the man's thigh spread to him through the two layers of fabric. He pursed his lips and did not speak, but felt ashamed and blushed for what happened next.

"You... why are you so perverted, ah!" Yu Ziyao exclaimed only halfway through the sentence, and the ending trembled into Qi Zhuo's ears, "I'm not a child, why are you beating me?" My ass!"

"Do you know what's wrong with me?" Qi Zhuo ignored him, and continued to ask the question just now. He put his palm on his buttocks without moving, but Yu Ziyao felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into a hot spring. I lost my mind and didn't know whether to feel pain or something else.

He felt very hot. He had been crying all night, but the lacrimal glands were stimulated casually and started to burst into tears again.

Yu Ziyao was so ashamed that he didn't even want to lift his face. He buried his head on the sofa and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know, ugh... Who knew that I'd grow up so big, and finally got a boyfriend and bullied others." Wronged and accused the man of his crimes, his limbs seemed to be injected with anesthesia, limp and unwilling to struggle.

In fact, Qi Zhuo didn't use much strength. He knew Yu Ziyao was afraid of pain, so he deliberately restrained his strength, but he had to let Yu Ziyao remember this night, remember what he did wrong, and then put his body and mind to nothing. Leave it to him with reservations.

"Because you don't believe me, Yaoyao." He murmured in a hoarse voice, "You don't believe me what I told you a long time ago, and today is the same. Why didn't you call me earlier? Why didn't you believe it? I'll put down everything I'm doing to save you. As long as you say you want me to go, I will go."

Yu Ziyao's body froze for a moment, and the following warm current flowed through his whole body like electricity.

He admitted that what Qi Zhuo said was right, if, if he could trust this man more, if he let go of his prejudice against the people around him, if he could find out earlier... Qi Zhuo has actually been with him all the time. Or unexpected behavior, men do it all the time.

He can hug him as long as he puts away the spikes on his body.

"...Qi Zhuo, I have one more question to ask you." He buried his face in the sofa, "I don't worry about the reason why you and I met in the first place, I just ask now, who do you think I am?"

The man's hand seemed to be brushing his hair, and then he heard a low sigh: "My love."

Yu Ziyao breathed a sigh of relief: "Punish me, be tougher." In this way, I will remember the pain to restrain my spikes in the future, and I will accept your tameness and become your lover... I will believe in you, because you are worth it. .

Five slaps.

After it was over, Qi Zhuo picked him up and sat on his lap facing him, then kissed him.Like a superficial touch, without any unnecessary movements, but Yu Ziyao burst into tears because of such a pure kiss that could not be more pure.He hugged Qi Zhuo's neck and cried like a child.

"Can I still sing in the future?" He belatedly asked.

Any artist who gets news about that thing is an absolute stain.Not to mention the question of whether fans accept it or not, even the official will strictly block such tainted artists.

Yu Ziyao watched with his own eyes Qi Zhuo making phone calls one after another in the middle of the night, and he never let go of his brows. He knew that the matter was far more serious than he imagined, and he was very scared. He had just made up his mind to sing. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared like a bubble.

"I'll help you with this, you trust me." Qi Zhuo took him into the master bedroom for the first time, rubbed the boy's hair, stuffed him into the quilt, and then took off his clothes and went to bed .

The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, slept very well all night.

Yu Ziyao thought that he would definitely suffer from insomnia after going through such a big event, but he didn't expect to sleep until dawn.

When I woke up the next day, Qi Zhuo was already at the door and was about to go out. Yu Ziyao panicked and rubbed his frizzy hair like a bird's nest: "Why did you turn off my alarm? I even made an appointment with Sister Zhen Ping today." The team is discussing about the single."

"...The announcements for these two days have been cancelled." Qi Zhuo paused, "I hope you can rest at home for two days to calm down after such a big incident happened."

Yu Ziyao stopped talking, and the expression on his face changed from being lively at the beginning to a kind of stiff paleness, and it took him a long time before he opened his mouth: "Is this matter not so easy to solve?"

Qi Zhuo was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slightly: "I'm leaving first, and I'll bring you a cake when I come back tonight."

Qi Zhuo didn't want to lie to Yu Ziyao. In fact, he had already talked to Zhou Shan on the phone that night, but the woman on the other end of the phone didn't seem to know anything: "What photo? I'm in country R now. Why bother Mr. Qi to come all the way to me?" Did you just talk on the phone?" The tone was very casual, the ambient sound on the other end of the phone was a foreign street, and occasionally a sentence or two of foreign language drifted in - Zhou Shan didn't lie.

Could it be that Zhou Xiankai wanted to do this alone?

He couldn't figure out who was instigating behind it, which made him feel very tricky.

In the game of capital, the only bargaining chip in exchange is interest.Therefore, Qi Zhuo's code of conduct has always been to identify the urgent needs of the other party to obtain benefits, and then use the most suitable price to complete an exchange.

This is why a lot of news is strangled in the bud when it first emerges. For these huge capital groups, artists are just a commodity, and their news is just an external manifestation of their interests.

But Qi Zhuo seemed to be trapped in a trap this time.

"Ask carefully what your precious son is up to." Qi Zhuo said with restraint, "You have to know that although Xinshu and HW compete in some matters, you and I understand the unspoken rules of the industry, really. If something goes wrong, no one wants to be alone.”

"...Understood, I will call him to find out."

But it was too late.

The photo was released the next morning. At first, it was duped by a young student named Y in an anonymous tire, like a stone thrown into a lake, and countless people who eat melons rushed to hear the news.Every line in that person's words hinted at the identity of Xiaosheng with the surname Y, and the little saplings also entered the field with anger, saying many times that they should not spread rumors without hammer.

The HW public relations team, who had been observing the movement of public opinion, quickly led people to suppress it. Just when the situation was tilted towards Yu Ziyao, at twelve o'clock in the morning, a clear picture was sent out.