The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

However, shortly after the two left, all the jokers and marketing accounts of Weibo, as well as some online media news daily, all received contributions from "Song Er Shaomi's mysterious lover".

Contributor: I have photos and small videos of Song Ershao and his lover here, please read and edit the draft.

Weibo Big V: Sorry, although we are a marketing account, we are also a marketing account with a conscience, and we will not lose our bottom line for money. We will never do such dirty things.

Contributor: I'll give you [-] yuan for sending photos, and double the amount for sending videos~(￣︶￣)↗Weibo Big V: ...It's useless to be cute!I can't help you this time, don't forget me next time you have any business!

Contributor: Get out, I'll post it myself.

So on various major websites, a newly established trumpet account posted explosive photos and short videos, and after a few seconds of trance, there was nothing left, and even the account was blocked.

Contributor: ...

Of course, Song Xuyao, the center of the storm, didn't know anything about it, and was happily focusing on making trouble for Qiao Zhiyuan in the kitchen.

At the beginning, Qiao Zhiyuan was going to let this master beat him, but he was still too naive, after Song Xuyao ​​insisted on holding the spatula hand in hand and frying together to make the pot explode, Qiao Zhiyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Song Xuyao, are you a pig? "

At this moment, Song Xuyao ​​was sticking closely behind Qiao Zhiyuan, rubbing his hands over his waist, and pinching the hand that he was cooking. In order to rest his chin on Qiao Zhiyuan's shoulder, Song Xuyao ​​even weighed his feet. Go, the whole person hangs on Qiao Zhiyuan's back like a koala.

"Master is indeed a talent in cooking." Song Xuyao ​​said thoughtfully, he just stared at the ear that could be bitten off so close at hand, and leaned closer to spray the warm breath on the sensitive. On the earlobe, as expected, Qiao Zhiyuan's earballs turned slightly red.

"Do you still want to eat?" Qiao Zhiyuan put down the spatula angrily, and then gave a firm elbow to a certain one that was rubbing back and forth.

"Ow!"

Song Xuyao, who has never gained a lot of wisdom from Qiao Zhiyuan, clutched his stomach and backed away, and quickly slipped out of the kitchen, not forgetting to find a step for himself, "I know you don't want to make me tired, my dear." You are so considerate!"

Qiao Zhiyuan: Indifference.JPG

Then he slammed the kitchen door relentlessly.

The world is finally quiet.

Depend on!President Wen Du is a liar!

Isn't the development of things a vigorous kitchen PLAY? !

Song Xuyao, who was kicked out, stood pitifully in the living room, staring affectionately at Qiao Zhiyuan's tall and thin back through the frosted kitchen door, trying to get a look back...of course he didn't.

But... Zhiyuan's back is also pretty good. (*/ω╲*)

To be honest, this was the first time he saw Zhi Yuan who lived at home like this, just seeing Zhi Yuan wearing a light blue apron... he was hardened!

And the sound of cooking is so delicious that it sounds delicious, after all, it is a dish made by a beauty.Song Xuyao ​​took a deep breath of the aroma of vegetables, his wife is really capable!

Of course, if Qiao Zhiyuan knew about this guy's mental activities, he might let Song Xuyao ​​understand how capable he is someday.

However, as the saying goes, with all the doors in, can driving go far? !

Song Xuyao ​​felt that his life was suddenly full of bright hope. Before driving, he could make good preparations, such as... inspecting the terrain?Song Xuyao ​​paid attention to the movement in the kitchen without blinking, and quickly slipped out of the living room while Qiao Zhiyuan was cooking the kitchen and didn't notice.

Qiao Zhiyuan bought this house in a newly developed urban area. The layout of two bedrooms and two living rooms is not big, so it is more than enough for one person to live in.So Qiao Zhiyuan combined the master bedroom and the study into one, and made the smaller bedroom into a guest room. Only his mother came to live in it a few times, but since he brought Yu Feiran back to his hometown a few years ago, even his mother didn't like it. It no longer came, and over time it became a cloakroom and a utility room.

Standing at the door of the guest room, Song Xuyao ​​thought hard about the possibility of moving in and living with Qiao Zhiyuan... Who will live in the guest room at that time? Of course, he will sleep in the same bed with Zhiyuan in his family.

So, Song Xuyao ​​ran towards the master bedroom without hesitation. It was a pity that he didn't go in much when Zhiyuan showed him around just now.

He gently and slowly opened the bedroom door like a thief. Because the curtains were drawn, the room was a little dark. The wardrobe, the laptop is placed on the long desk next to the bookshelf, and the scattered things on the table are spread out from beginning to end.

It really doesn't fit the temperament of Qiao Zhiyuan's female seat at all... Song Xuyao ​​couldn't hold back his complaints. Zhiyuan used to dislike him for putting things in the office so that he had to make them neat and square. It means that I don't understand you Virgo very well.

#On what else can I do after visiting my boyfriend’s bedroom#

Hey Hey.

Song Xuyao ​​looked in the direction of the kitchen, and the sound of cooking was still going on, so he tiptoedly closed the bedroom door, showing a slightly obscene smile, and then flew forward, solidly pounced on Xiao's long-awaited big On the bed, Song Xuyao ​​buried himself in the soft quilt and took a few deep breaths. It was full of Zhiyuan's pleasant smell, and it was complete!

However, Zhiyuan has a cleanliness habit. Although he has taken a shower early in the morning, he throws himself on the bed with his clothes on... Will he be beaten?

Song Xuyao ​​was very thoughtful at the moment. In order to take care of his daughter-in-law's little cleanliness, he decided to sacrifice himself, so he took off his clothes and trousers in a very righteous way, not even letting go of details such as socks. Black bullet pants.

This time, he shouldn't be disgusted. If Zhiyuan is not satisfied, at worst, he can help him wash the sheets later, hehehe.

Song Xuyao ​​wrapped himself in the quilt and squirmed up a few times, rubbing against the pillow with a silly smile on his face.Thinking that his Zhiyuan family is like him every night, sleeping on a soft pillow, covered with a fragrant quilt, and his chest is bare under the quilt, maybe their Zhiyuan likes to sleep naked, not even wearing underwear kind……

Song Xuyao ​​swayed and smirked at the air, revealing big white eyes, as if he was drunk, couldn't help pulling up the quilt on his chest and sniffing vigorously, and sniffing again, a little bit like sleeping in bed.

So when Qiao Zhiyuan came out after cooking, he found that Song Xuyao, who was supposed to be sitting in the living room obediently waiting for the meal, was missing.

Forget it, it's impossible for him to stay in a well-behaved way.

Qiao Zhiyuan took off his apron and walked in, his intuition told him that this guy should have slipped into the bedroom, and he was going to beat him up when he saw someone later, but when he opened the bedroom door, he saw the clothes scattered on the floor as if he had accidentally entered Entering the drag racing scene, but the fuck is still racing the car on his own bed, and the old driver Song Xuyao ​​has a bare leg exposed outside the quilt very boldly, sleeping in ecstasy.

Qiao Zhiyuan probably wanted to kill someone in his mood at the moment, so he did it too.

The windy fist came down suddenly, brushed against Song Xuyao's idiotic face, and hit the soft pillow.

Song Xuyao ​​rubbed the big dark circles under his eyes in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Zhiyuan's magnified handsome face, with deep eyes and complex expressions, only a foot away from him.

It’s over.

Die or die.

Song Xuyao ​​squeezed out a flattering smile, but he was so frightened that he almost exploded. He frantically tried to get up and explain, but was pushed back...

This scene was inexplicably familiar, as if it had appeared in a dream.

Song Xuyao ​​stared blankly at Qiao Zhiyuan, opened his mouth but didn't say anything, only felt that his daughter-in-law looked at him before the slaughter, thinking about where to cut the knife.

Qiao Zhiyuan turned his fist into a palm, and patted Song Xuyao's cheek, "Do you know what I want to do most now?"

"What, what are you doing?" Song Xuyao ​​came back to his senses, his face turned red with numbness.

Qiao Zhiyuan leaned over and pressed his forehead against his, staring dangerously straight into his eyes, curled his lips, and said in a low voice, "I want to fuck you to death."

"Okay! No problem!" Song Xuyao's eyes lit up, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body immediately relaxed, "I told you earlier, it's good that you don't get angry, you thought you would be beaten."

As he said that, Song Xuyao ​​raised his head and opened his arms with a swaying face. I really didn't expect my wife to be so proactive. Please don't pity him!

Huh?Wait a minute... something seems wrong? ! ! !