You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

The result of Saturday's interview came out, and he successfully received the offer from Ocean Design Firm, and he could go to work immediately.Saturday was very happy, and I specially invited Chen Ke out for a big meal. The two of them drank a lot of red wine, and even at night near winter, they still felt warm.

After returning home, Chen Ke fell into the comfortable quilt and didn't want to get up.

Pulling his arm on Saturday: "Go take a shower and go to bed after washing."

Chen Ke half-closed his eyes and looked at Saturday with a smile. His pale face was now stained with a blush. Soft temperament comes.

Knowing that he drank a lot on Saturday—but didn’t expect him to be drunk, and thought he could drink a thousand cups—so he bent down to untie his clothes.

Chen Ke's palms were hot, and they fell on the back of Saturday's hands, rubbing them slowly, still maintaining the smile with half-closed eyes, the blurred eyes half-covered by thick eyelashes.

"Are you really drunk?" Saturday took off his coat for him, raised his arms, pulled out the sleeves, one on each side, half-clothed and half-hanging, and hugged him with his underwear. Chen Ke doesn't look strong, but he weighs a lot. On Saturday, he found that he couldn't hold him. Chen Ke could easily pick him up. What's the reason?

"...Don't wash." Chen Ke turned over and refused Saturday's tugging.

Helpless on Saturday, he pulled up Chen Ke's trousers and peeled them off from those two long legs. Chen Ke's leather shoes fell to the ground with a "boom" and rolled to the side.

So white...

Looking at the white legs slightly glowing in the darkness on Saturday, I couldn't help sighing.

"Chen Ke." Sitting down by the bed on Saturday, he saw his side face buried in the quilt, his hair was a little long, covering his forehead, and the black hair seemed to be light and stiff. In his hair, the feel is almost as imagined.

"..." Chen Ke closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

"Is there something you are hiding from me?" Saturday hesitated, but asked.

In the past few days, Chen Ke has been in a trance a lot. I don’t know what he is thinking. Sometimes he seems happy, and sometimes he is worried. At first, on Saturday, he thought he was conceiving a new article, so he was out of his mind. I called to ask Saturday if Chen Ke was going to start the third part of "The Special Assistant to the Domineering President", and the problem was discovered on Saturday.

Chen Ke put an anti-theft chapter in the draft box of "The Overbearing President's Special Assistant", but did not set a release time.

Chen Ke didn't tell Saturday that there was going to be a third part of "The Overbearing President's Special Assistant", which aroused Saturday's suspicion.

From the angle of Saturday, only Chen Ke's chin and neck could be seen. His lips were tightly closed, showing no sign of letting go.

Saturday sighed, even if Chen Ke is really drunk, he is definitely not the kind of person who can talk about everything after drinking, he would rather Chen Ke be more easy-going and carefree than being bored with everything in his heart.

On Saturday, Chen Ke was stuffed under the quilt, and he got up to take a shower.

When he came back, the bedroom was still quiet and pitch black, only the silhouette of Chen Ke sleeping on the bed sideways, standing in front of the door on Saturday, hesitated for a while, and decided to read the comments until his hair was completely dry go to bed again.

Turned around and walked away on Saturday, but didn't notice that Chen Ke's breathing was very calm, not in a state of sound sleep.

Chen Ke wasn't asleep, and of course he wasn't drunk.

He looked at the bedside table inside, his eyes empty.

"Old Chen, don't worry, we will protect Ah Liu." A voice said in his mind.

"...I will watch Feng Zixuan." Another voice said.

In the living room, holding a PAD on Saturday, I swiped Chen Ke's backstage.

He opened the chapter in the manuscript box and looked at it. He didn’t know where Chen Ke copied and pasted the history of Nero’s burning of the city of Rome. Although he had studied the history of Roman architecture on Saturday, he didn’t know much about the tyrant Nero. It’s just an impression, and I don’t know what he did. This history does not seem to be official history, but a section interpreted by later generations. It tells the story of the tyrant Nero deliberately setting fire to the city in order to create excellent poetry. I improvised a poem—bad poetry.

This period of history made Saturday laugh and cry, and he didn't understand why Chen Ke put this in the manuscript box. Maybe Chen Ke was just to add a few episodes?Maybe he is too sensitive?

However, he still can't forget Chen Ke's extremely indifferent look when he heard the content director of the film and television company say that he wanted to buy his "Ancient Rome" novel IP.

"Maybe I should ask directly?" Saturday touched his chin and said to himself.

The next morning, when he woke up on Saturday, Chen Ke had already made breakfast and was waiting for him in the living room.

After washing up on Saturday, he came to the table. He didn't want to ask too deliberately, but just said casually: "Have you studied the history of ancient Rome?"

Chen Ke put down the milk cup, and the milky white traces remained on his lips, and he looked away: "No."

lie! !He clenched his dinner fork on Saturday, which was really suspicious. Why did Chen Ke lie to him about this?

"... researched it a bit." Under Saturday's gaze, Chen Ke was silent for a while, but still told the truth.

It was only a little bit better on Saturday, and he continued to ask: "Is it related to that... novel that you deleted?"

"Yes," Chen Ke didn't evade this time, but raised his head, staring at Saturday with his dark pupils, "That book is a failure, it's crappy, and I want to try to write a tyrant in the style of ancient Roman history, so Turned over some related stories, but readers obviously didn’t like it. I deleted it later.”

"So that's how it is...but netizens may not like the novels of Pianzheng Drama, but this doesn't mean that your writing is not good. Have you ever thought about finishing it?" Saturday asked.

"No," Chen Ke stared at Saturday, "Of course I don't plan to finish it, I won't write that book again, even the manuscript has been completely deleted - why do you have such an idea?"

Suffocated by Chen Ke's aggressive tone on Saturday, he put down his fork: "I'm just offering a suggestion...because you've been out of your wits lately, and you seem to be worrying about new articles. I think, if you have a topic, you can Write it, maybe you won't be so irritable..."

Chen Ke was startled, it turned out that Saturday was worrying about this matter.

"I've already thought about the subject of the new article." Chen Ke calmed down, "But I want to rest for a while before writing."

"Oh, that's fine too," said Saturday.

Chen Ke saw that Saturday was still a little unhappy, so he picked up the fork and passed the egg cube to Saturday's mouth: "Come on, open your mouth."

On Saturday, he opened his mouth and bit the fork. The next moment he realized that he was still angry, but he bit it all. The egg tasted good, so he ate it according to his appetite.

Chen Ke looked at Saturday and couldn't help laughing.

No one can hurt this person, no one can.he thought.

"Ah, by the way, I almost forgot to mention," Saturday slapped his forehead, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow."

Chen Ke asked: "How long?"

"Two days, leave tomorrow morning and come back the night after tomorrow." Saturday said.

"Well, good." Chen Ke said, "Be careful on the road."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll call you when I arrive," said Saturday.

"...Okay." Chen Ke paused for a moment.

On Saturday, I got up to wash the dishes, and Chen Ke cleaned up the table.

When going out to work, he kissed Chen Ke goodbye in front of the door on Saturday.

When Chen Ke was the only one left in the room, he sat down at the table and turned on the computer.

"When will you act?" A voice in my head asked.

"I originally wanted to wait until I bought a house, but the money won't arrive for a while," Chen Ke replied, "Tomorrow."

"Is one day enough?"

"Enough, no matter how strong he is, I created the city of Rome." Chen Ke lowered his eyes and looked at the first line of the document: "The Tyrant Seaus"

The business trip on Saturday didn't work out, and the client canceled the meeting and moved it to the next week, so he was able to leave work on time.

Thinking that since he was not on a business trip, there was no need to call Chen Ke. He sent a message back on Saturday, but Chen Ke didn't reply, so he didn't think much about it.

When he got home from get off work, Chen Ke was still busy in the kitchen, and a smell of boiled fish came from inside. On Saturday, he only felt a great appetite, but there was something strange in his heart.

Chen Ke never takes the initiative to cook a big meal, is there anything worth celebrating today?Saturday couldn't help but wonder.

"Chen Ke" was even more nervous than Saturday. He was lucky enough to beat the other in the honesty competition, and was selected by Chen Ke as a substitute. He didn't expect that he would be so lucky. The business trip was temporarily canceled. Now, he can stand face to face in front of the senior and watch the senior taste the big meal he prepared for the day. God can witness how ecstatic he was when he received the news of the cancellation of the business trip from the senior in the morning !In order to buy the freshest ingredients, he took the subway to a farmer's market in the outer suburbs where all the famous restaurants buy their products. He came back with two big bags of ingredients and worked all afternoon in front of the stove before cooking this big meal.

In addition to the secret boiled fish, there are also various dishes that I like on Saturdays, and there is even a dessert-mango coconut milk glutinous rice, which is handmade, and even if it is not in season, you can get it in large pieces. Pick out the best part of the mango, put it on the chewy glutinous rice balls, and top it with fresh coconut milk. Several aromas overlap together, full of Southeast Asian island style.

Shocked by the food on Saturday, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the person across the table: "Today... did anything good happen?"

"Chen Ke" was a little cramped, his black eyes were lowered, he looked at the table, and he looked at the table, as if he had done something wrong: "Hmm... nothing."

"Then why do this?" Saturday continued.

"Chen Ke" felt that he had dug a hole for himself, but if he did nothing in the first place and missed such a good opportunity, he couldn't do it.

"You..." The more I thought about it on Saturday, the more wrong I became, and I couldn't help but look carefully at the "Chen Ke" in front of me.

Seeing that his identity was about to be revealed, "Chen Ke" immediately recalled Chen Ke's explanation before he left.

If there is any change that makes Saturday discover "Chen Ke"'s flaws, he can take out the blueprint and temporarily divert Saturday's attention.

However, it is best not to take it, because Chen Ke intends to dedicate it to Saturday as a surprise, rather than turning it into a cover for deception.

"Chen Ke" couldn't think of any other way for the time being, so he had to borrow flowers to present Buddha.

"There is indeed something," "Chen Ke" took a deep breath, and carried out the speech he had prepared before, "It is this." He handed out a piece of paper.

I picked it up on Saturday and saw that it was a floor plan of a house, not an ordinary house, but a small three-story villa. The title on it also read: Phase I of Charon Mansion in Oufeng Town.

"What... does this mean?" Saturday looked up at "Chen Ke".

"...plan to buy it." "Chen Ke" said in a low voice.

"Who's going to buy it?" Saturday's voice rose.

"I, plan to buy." "Chen Ke" collected himself, looking at Saturday with dark eyes.

"Who are you?" Saturday paused and asked, "Little Chen Ke?"

"Little Chen Ke" was shocked. He had already used the house given by Chen Ke as a cover. Logically speaking, he should be very interested in the house on Saturday, because it was what he had always dreamed of. After the incident was revealed, Saturday didn't look surprised at all, instead he revealed his identity in one word? !

But on the surface, "Little Chen Ke" remained calm, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about on Saturday. Since he took on the role of this substitute player, he had to stand for Chen Ke through this day, and he must not be discovered by his seniors. , Where did Chen Ke go?

Otherwise, the senior will definitely go to that place, it is very dangerous, very dangerous, especially for the senior.

If it wasn't for protecting the senior, Chen Ke wouldn't have gone in to kill him immediately after that "tyrant" revived.

"Little Chen Ke" wanted to say a few more words to cover up, but he didn't expect to stand up on Saturday: "Do you know what's different between you? Chen Ke works full-time longer than you. He pays more attention to health care and rarely goes out at night. He basically doesn’t know how to cook spicy food, especially hard dishes like boiled fish that are greasy and difficult to metabolize.”

"Ayan, I just... want to celebrate." "Little Chen Ke" is still dying.

"Also, you are not him." Looking at "Little Chen Ke" on Saturday, this time, he did not give a specific example to support this conclusion, but "Little Chen Ke" found that he could not refute it at all, and even concealed it. None of that is necessary, as Sat. is very certain.

"Where did he go?" Saturday walked around the table and came to "Little Chen Ke", "Tell me."

"He...will be back soon." "Little Chen Ke" had a look of disappointment in his eyes, "Senior, do you...don't miss me at all?" This time, "Little Chen Ke" completely gave up struggling and disarmed surrender.