I'm Afraid I'm Now a Salted Fish

Zhu Ziqi: "..."

Chen Yi: "..."

Ren Junwei, an experienced and battle-hardened veteran MC known as the "Old Fox" in "God's Law", blurted out sincerely after hearing the broadcast: "...Damn it."

Everyone is not a fool, Chi Song's 37 chips definitely did not fall from the sky, as long as you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to figure out, in fact, it is similar to the ones that fell from the sky.

Not only that, but they lined up and delivered the chips to the door one by one.

...Damn think about it.

In front of all the exhausted seniors, Chi Song certainly didn't dare to be too embarrassing, and kept bowing and saying, luck is luck, luck is luck.

Working for so long in vain, making wedding dresses for others, no one can feel happy, but if you are too concerned about winning or losing in variety shows, you will inevitably be crowned as "can't afford it" or "can't afford to lose" if you show bad face in front of the camera reputation.

So everyone slowed down for a while, and then laughed again.

Li Qiuli tugged at Chi Song, relentlessly: "Please eat! Please eat!"

Chi Song said obediently: "Please, of course I must."

A group of people were about to end the game when the program director cleared his throat, and suddenly said, "Congratulations to Chi Song, for winning the MVP of this season's "Laws of God"!"

Numerous cameras were aimed at Chi Song at the same time, zooming in on Chi Song's dazed face on the screen, and zooming in again: "...Huh?"

Li Qiuli leaned over without losing the opportunity: "You don't know?"

Chi Song certainly knows that the "Law of God" he participated in recording this time is the last episode of the third season, and in each season of "Law of God", an MVP will be selected in the last episode, that is, the player with the most chips this season. Players, win the prize money accumulated in this season's prize pool.

There are fifteen episodes in one season, and 1 yuan will be put into the prize pool for each episode.

Originally, this season, before Chi Song came, Chen Yi was recognized as the most popular MVP winner, but in the last episode, Chi Song picked the peach worth 15.

... Chi Song is a little imaginary.

"Old Fox" Ren Junwei saw his wavering, and gave Chi Song a reassurance with a smile: "Xiao Chi, you can take it at ease, Chen Yi only took 12 chips at most once."

Chen Yi on the side covered his heart, as if piercing his heart.

Chi Song rubbed his nose and smiled very embarrassedly.

That night, Chi Song sincerely invited everyone to have a meal, and also sent red envelopes to the main creators of various departments of the program group. The money is not much, 500 yuan per person, which is a kind gesture.

This is what Song Zhihuai told him, to build a good relationship with these people, they will give the guests more shots when editing.

At the banquet, as a best friend, Zhu Ziqi kept praising Chi Song for his strength, and he was very proud to hang shoulders with him.

From the corner of Chi Song's eyes, he noticed that Chen Yi's face was broken, and he tried to smile, looking very pitiful.

He felt that he had to help Chen Yi, so while Zhu Ziqi and Li Qiuli were not paying attention, he took out his penis and put it under the plate, picked up another glass of beer, and took a sip carefully.

3 minute later.

Chi Song hugged Li Qiuli's arm with a blushing face, rubbing and rubbing, the scene was very basic for a while.

Li Qiuli is one of the few people in the circle who knows about Chi Song's recent orientation.He whispered: "...you should be more careful, brother is a straight man."

Chi Song glanced at him with a flushed face, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Meow~~"

Li Qiuli gasped: "..."

Damn, it's so fucking cute.

Chi Song thought: "I am Song Yingjun, meow meow."

The others present burst out laughing.

Zhu Ziqi was overjoyed: "He still can't drink?"

Li Qiuli supported Chi Song's precarious body, fearing that his mouth would become bald and say something that shouldn't be said, so he hurriedly said, "I'll take him back to the hotel first."

Although Zhu Ziqi likes to make jokes, of course he also explained to Chi Song at this time: "Xiao Songzi has been drinking in a glass since he was a child. You two go first, later..." She glanced around the table and said, "I'll go back to the hotel with Chen Yi."

When Chen Yi heard it, the goddess's shining light and Hallelujah's BGM lit up in his whole life.

All the people present were public figures, and they all knew how bad it would be to his image if he was caught drunk and lost his temper in public, so they all laughed and asked him to leave first.

Li Qiuli dragged Chi Song's arm and was about to leave, but Chi Song shook off Zhang Chao's serious face, and said with a stern look: "I, absolutely, will not run away from orders."

Li Qiuli coaxed him: "Who told you to escape the order?"

Chi Song puffed his cheeks angrily: "I agreed, I want to treat you."

After speaking, he fumbled all over his body.

Zhu Ziqi couldn't stand it anymore: "What are you looking for?"

Chi Song said aggrievedly: "I have something stuck on me."

Zhu Ziqi scanned it and found his card under the plate: "... Isn't it here?"

Chi Song smiled very silly and sweetly, his eyes sparkled: "Ah, I was discovered by you."

Zhu Ziqi: "..."

Chi Song took Li Qiuli's hand, and solemnly slapped the card in his palm: "I, birthday, you remember."

Chi Song, who talked about freestyle for a long time, was forcibly covered by a mask by Li Qiuli, and violently carried into a taxi.

After getting into the taxi, Chi Song blushed and said softly, "Zhi Huai, be gentle."

The driver was very young, so he took a tolerant and understanding look at the two men wearing big masks, who were undoubtedly handsome just by looking at their eyes and jawline, and started the car.

Li Qiuli, a straight man, realized that he was misunderstood. Without further ado, he followed Chi Song's head like the old men in the Northeast stroking their dogs: "Damn."

Chi Song stopped talking, and leaned on the car seat in silence for a long while.

Li Qiuli just breathed a sigh of relief, when Chi Song said aggrievedly: "...Actually, I can bear it even if it's heavier."

Combining the context of the context, Li Qiuli's face turned green, and he couldn't do it even if he wanted to "rely", and his eyes were straightened.

However, the taxi driver made up for it very thoughtfully: "Guests, please be patient, the hotel will be there soon."

Gritting his teeth, he half-carried and half-pulled the drunk big cat into the hotel lobby. Li Qiuli raised his eyes and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes standing at the front desk to check in.

Chi Song suddenly stretched out his finger and moved forward a little: "...Zhi Huai."

Li Qiuli: "...Damn, Xiao Songzi, can you control your emotions?"

Chi Song waved his hands excitedly: "To Huai, to Huai!"

The person who was going through the formalities turned around, and what he saw was Li Qiuli and Chi Song, who were entangled and wished they could be together.

Song Zhihuai's face turned green again, very healthy.

Li Qiuli: "..."

... God damn Asura field.

Li Qiuli came back to his senses, blocked Chi Song's mouth, and walked up to Song Zhihuai very generously: "Chi Song is drunk. Are you... President Song?"

Li Qiuli is not from Xingyun Entertainment, but he has only heard of Song Zhihuai's name from Chi Song, but has never met him.

Song Zhihuai is not a mortal, so he cleared up the jealous expression just now, and calmly said: "I know you, you have acted with him before."

Li Qiuli sweated a lot: "It happened when I was a child."

Song Zhihuai smiled and said: "...He often mentions you."

Li Qiuli: "..."

Covered in a cold sweat, handing over Chi Song to his husband, Li Qiuli left the hotel, deciding to masturbate to suppress the surprise.

On the other side, the sullen Song Zhihuai carried Chi Song into the room he had opened.

In the end, before he could figure out how to attack, Chi Song, who was rolling on the bed, began to tremble: "...It's so itchy."

Hearing this, Song Zhihuai immediately opened his front skirt, and sure enough, a large rash appeared on his chest.

Within a short while, the rash spread to his neck and abdomen. Chi Song curled up on the bed, shivering with itching, hugging the pillow without saying a word.

Song Zhihuai couldn't bear to talk about him, so he contacted a nearby private hospital, asked the doctors and nurses to prescribe him, and put him on an IV for allergy suppression.

Chi Song is allergic to alcohol and cannot drink. Song Zhihuai knew about this a long time ago.

That's when the two of them officially met for the first time.

Song Zhihuai is used to talking about things before drinking, so after explaining clearly why he invited him here, Song Zhihuai raised his glass and said to Chi Song, "Come."

Chi Song hesitated for a moment, feeling that the boss had to drink the toast, so he also picked up the cup: "Go."

After less than 2 minutes of working, Chi Song fell down with a thud.

Song Zhihuai carried Chi Song to the hospital.

Normally, Chi Song looked very reserved and well-behaved, but unexpectedly when he was drunk, he turned out to be particularly annoying, rolling around on the bed, not playing the bottle well, and meowing and meowing all the time.

... Chi Song, who was drunk, seemed to easily mistake himself for a cat.

There was no other way, Song Zhihuai had no choice but to hold the person down, but he didn't expect that the person would behave obediently as soon as he approached, and looked at him with his head tilted, his peach eyes were wide open, very attractive.

After watching for a while, he said in a low voice, "...I want to go home."

His voice was soft, as if he was being bullied by someone.

Gay Mr. Song smelled the faint smell of alcohol on Chi Song's body, and suddenly became hot.

Probably after the filming of "Jiangshan Elegy", Song Zhihuai took Chi Song home.

Time goes back to the present.

Song Zhihuai put his arms around Chi Song, who became much better after finishing the bottle, and gently sucked his earlobe: "Okay, don't it itch now."

Chi Song nodded obediently, curled up in Song Zhihuai's arms drowsily, breathing a little short of breath.

Song Zhihuai touched his forehead, it was still burning.

Chi Song generally doesn't drink alcohol, and at annual meetings or parties, at most, he just holds a wine glass to pretend, but once he comes into contact with alcohol, his reaction will be severe.

In order not to make Chi Song uncomfortable when kissing him, Song Zhihuai quit drinking.

Song Zhihuai stroked Chi Song's short hair, and asked softly, "You know you can't drink? Why do you still drink?"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Song felt that his tone was too fierce again, so he softened his voice again: "...The doctor just said that your allergies are a bit serious, and you can't touch any alcohol in the future, do you know?"

Chi Song nodded like a kitten.

Song Zhihuai looked at his obedient daughter-in-law, pushed back his forehead hair, and kissed his slightly hot brows forcefully.

... what a fool.