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Blasted.

These two words can only be used to describe the current mood of the young saplings, it is really like a roller coaster with ups and downs.In the last second, I was immersed in the feeling that my brother didn't take drugs, and what kind of male mistress was just a scandal that could be clarified. In the next second, I saw Yu Ziyao's follow number jump, from 120 to 121. New follower The object was the man who was at the top of the trending search.

Liu Luohan clenched his phone tightly, feeling mixed feelings for a moment.

Her interface stayed on the homepage of the Little Saplings Branch of City B, and she just sent out a Weibo post asking all fans to support the official statement of the police station, and not to rip x with Heizi in the comments.Now, the message shows that it was sent successfully, but she doesn't know how to guide fans to comment on the next trending search.

#Qi Zhuo Yu Ziyao#

"What's the situation??? Are these two people broken?"

"Ci'ao, I'm sorry I smelled a bit of sweetness from it. The funder opened Weibo to support the little star he raised. Besides, this president is so handsome. Why doesn't he do more interviews? Even financial news. Look for this face!"

"What type of brainless fan is upstairs? Speechless, the real world is really a TV series. Shut up if you don't have a brain, and don't trick your master."

A large number of marketing accounts began to spread the popularity of this article crazily, as if it had been arranged in advance.

Liu Luohan didn't dare to jump to conclusions, she knew that the president of HW would definitely not keep a low profile for so many years, and opened Weibo for no reason - this matter must have something to do with Yu Ziyao.

But, no matter what, she was also Yu Ziyao's high school classmate, so she knew best what Yu Ziyao was like at that time.

This boy is like a spring, no matter how much you press him, you can't change his shape, he will bounce back with greater strength, always full of toughness and that kind of wild vitality.

Because he entered the entertainment circle, he was also dyed into a different look by this big dye vat?

The moment Liu Luohan came up with this idea, he denied himself.She believed that with Yu Ziyao's character, she would never do such a thing, but... what if the boy encountered any difficulties?

God, those old perverts wouldn't force him, would they? !

The more Liu Luohan thought about it, the more worried she became. She grabbed her phone and rummaged for a long time to find out Yu Ziyao's contact information. She typed a few words with trembling hands: Are you okay?

He hesitated for a while before hitting the send button.

But this message was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there has been no reply.

The reason why there is no reply is very simple. After Yu Ziyao paid attention to Qi Zhuo, he put his head on the pillow and calmed down for a while in the room. After all, he couldn't hold back the excitement and nervousness in his heart, and almost walked out of the room with his hands and feet. He went to find Qi Zhuo, but his poor mobile phone was thrown on the bed.

When he entered Qi Zhuo's room, the man was already leaning on the head of the bed, with a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his nose, and he was still typing away at the computer in his hand.

To be honest, Qi Zhuo's facial features belong to a somewhat sharp and mean appearance, but after wearing glasses, he looks a little too shrewd.But Yu Ziyao looked at the outline of the man's facial features reflected in the light of the stage lights, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the old man was born quite well... After thinking about it, he still has a good eye, and he found someone who would be honorable to take out. Mr. President.

Like a little wolf dog jumping up and down, he jumped onto Qi Zhuo's bed at once, grunting and lying on his side next to Qi Zhuo, leaning his head over: "What are you looking at?" There was a bunch of dense text on the screen, and There was an online meeting window that was left open. Qi Zhuo had been turning on the mic just now, and didn't notice Yu Ziyao coming over. He was about to listen to the boy's words on the radio.

He immediately hit the mute button.

"Cough... Mr. Qi?" A man opposite coughed softly.

Qi Zhuo raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Ziyao, and pushed his head aside, but Yu Ziyao wanted to go against him, and kept pushing his head towards his hand.Qi Zhuo's subordinates used some strength to ruffle Yu Ziyao's short hair, and then turned on the microphone again: "It's okay, the child at home."

"...Oh." There is a fart kid at home, and the PR opposite is speechless, but he doesn't intend to expose it, anyway, whoever pays is the uncle, he just wants to quickly deal with this public relations crisis, " In short, Mr. Qi, if there is no problem, we will send it according to this in a while."

"Have you shown it to Zhen Ping?"

"I've seen it. Sister Zhen said it's all right."

After Yu Ziyao realized that the video was not turned on, he raised his hand to touch Qi Zhuo's glasses. The man put his hand on the frame of the glasses, read the wording inside again, and then agreed: "Okay, that's it, it's hard work."

"Yu Ziyao, what are you doing?" Qi Zhuo finished the conversation, took off his glasses and threw them on the bedside table beside him.

Yu Ziyao stretched his head curiously: "Are you nearsighted?"

"Ah."

"I don't even know..." He was a little disappointed, and it was true when he said it. He said he liked Qi Zhuo, but he knew very little about this man. He didn't know what Qi Zhuo liked to eat, and when he got married On his birthday, I don't know what kind of friends he has, or what kind of past he has had.

But Qi Zhuo knew everything about him like the back of his hand.

This is very unfair, this man can investigate him, but he can't let people write Qi Zhuo's matter in front of him, even 12 years less than him for no reason. He doesn't know anything big or small. For him, those 12 years are history, but for Qi Zhuo, it is part of the memory.

He is just greedy, and wants this man to pay more attention to him, and wants him to talk to him more, to talk about Qi Zhuo himself.

"I've been acting like a demon here all day long, what if I turned on the camera today?" Qi Zhuo pinched the back of Yu Ziyao's neck with one hand, looked at him expressionlessly, his voice was low and hoarse, like a phonograph The last time I played the old records that were crisp to the bone, Yu Ziyao felt weak all over.

"If you open it, you open it. Anyway, if you have money, you are a father. It is not easy to tell others to shut up." Yu Ziyao was deliberately provocative, joking.

"I can't afford it." Qi Zhuo pressed his hand down hard, and Yu Ziyao's waist collapsed. He lost his strength and was forced to fall on the man. Qi Zhuo bit his earlobe, "This Every day, you are the most annoying, what a fucking ancestor."

Yu Ziyao discovered that kissing and hugging can be addictive, and he even wondered if he had a skin rash or something. When Qi Zhuo touched him, he jumped on him like chicken blood, and he couldn't help it. Bite at the blood vessels on Qi Zhuo's neck, no blood was seen, but the strength was not weak.

The man frowned in pain, and unceremoniously pushed him off his body. Seeing that Yu Ziyao was about to escape, he dragged his ankles that were about to get off the bed and dragged him back from the end of the bed, then slammed his hands on his buttocks. He slapped him twice: "Just try to bite someone casually, you don't want your ass anymore, right?"

Qi Zhuo didn't have any strength left under his hands, Yu Ziyao yelled, and quickly shrank aside to rub his buttocks, he lay down on the bed, his face was stuffed on the quilt, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Qi Zhuo looked at him coldly, not to be fooled by him, and waited for him to speak.

"Alas..." After a while, Yu Ziyao sighed, "My butt hurts, I can't walk, can I sleep with you today?" laugh.

Qi Zhuo was amused by him: "Here are you waiting for me?"

"No." Yu Ziyao swayed his legs, "Mr. Qi, do you want some noodles?"

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I found that sometimes when I wrote something, I had to delete it, and I had to delete it back. Hey, I’m used to speaking er like this (not