my assistant wants to be the devil

When Chen Ziqiao woke up, the signs of hangover were not as serious as he thought.He rubbed his eyes, a little uncomfortable with the bright sunlight outside the window.Turning over, he dawdled on the bed for a while before touching the phone on the bedside table.

After unlocking, the screen displayed three missed calls from the same person, Gu Xin.

Chen Ziqiao woke up immediately. The thread that had been tense as an artist flicked his forehead hard. He immediately dialed the phone back and asked, "Gu Xin, what ridiculous thing did I do yesterday?"

Gu Xin paused, then asked tentatively: "Aside from pretending to vomit to scare Feng Shao away... what else did you do?"

Chen Ziqiao breathed a sigh of relief, if he did something wrong yesterday when he was unconscious and was exposed, Gu Xin, as his manager, would definitely know immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ziqiao sat on the bed for a while, feeling something was wrong...how did he come back yesterday?Take the company car?Yes, but he got off the bus on the way?Then?

Chen Ziqiao looked around the bedroom, the modern decoration showed a different kind of simplicity and clarity, but he felt strange for a moment, as if this was not his own room...

Chen Ziqiao was wearing slippers, kicking down the stairs, the sunlight fell from the large floor-to-ceiling windows onto the stairs, stepping on the hard marble steps, but Chen Ziqiao felt a warmth rising from the soles of his feet.

In such a spacious space with only himself alone, it was rare for Chen Ziqiao to not have the depression of the past. It seemed that the sunlight outside warmed not only the material environment, but also his emotions.

He wanted to yell, not to vent, but to celebrate this rare pleasure.

Chen Ziqiao sang a song aloud. He originally liked to sing and had a good singing voice, but now the music world is really in a downturn. After Gu Xin's persuasion, he still devoted his energy to performing.

You and I once met under the moonlit night.

All this is true.

But my love, where are you now?

I used to say in my heart that you are my last love.

Your eyes have brilliance.

But where are you now and how do you feel in your heart.

My dear lover—

Chen Ziqiao's singing stopped abruptly. He looked in shock at the strange man stretching naturally on the lazy sofa in the living room, his face turned from blue to red, and then from red to natural again.

After all, he is a powerful idol who has been in the big dye tank of the entertainment industry for many years. He has thousands of fans. Even the most demanding director of his acting skills has to admit that there is a rare aura. That damned boss who could compete with Zhou Paipi also had favor with him.

After Chen Ziqiao tried his best to build himself up psychologically, he finally achieved the same calmness on the outside. He closed his eyes and imagined that he was still the big devil in "Shui Han Yun Gui", and nothing could shake his emotions. Unrivaled, overturning clouds and rain...

Chen Ziqiao seemed to be a different person, his footsteps began to gain strength, and seemed to sink slightly after stepping on them, his eyes were almost emotionless, and he stood silently in front of the strange man, his raised chin showed a kind of arrogance that was not exaggerated.

"who are you?"

"..."

"Can't you talk? Why are you in my apartment?"

"If you don't give a reasonable explanation for your actions, I think I have the right to sue you."

"...Litigation?" After a long while, Chen Ziqiao didn't know how long it took. In short, his neck was a little tired. Looking at the person below from a high angle made his eyes sore to a certain extent. The man finally slowed down. Open your mouth.

"...Yes, a lawsuit." Chen Ziqiao emphasized.

The man tilted his head and asked softly, "...what do you mean?"

"..."

Although Chen Ziqiao didn't know why a...unspeakably beautiful strange man appeared in her house, the embarrassment of being looked at at the most wanton and relaxed side in her own house at first, as well as the instinctive defense against strangers disappeared. Finally, his calmness finally returned to where it should be. It was strange, perhaps because the man's beauty was too deceptive. Chen Ziqiao didn't even reject his appearance now, and even vaguely... He felt that there was one more person in the huge villa. , which seems fine?

From the bottom of his heart, Chen Ziqiao didn't think that the man who slept on his lazy sofa and basked in the sun would do anything dangerous. He was not a defenseless person, and this incident was really unbelievable to him.

However, he stood hesitantly in front of the man for a long time, and finally his sensibility overcame his reason. He went to the kitchen to make two bowls of steamed eggs, and placed them on the glass dining table.He likes things that are clear and clear, and looking at them makes him feel good.

In a happy mood, Chen Ziqiao cheerfully greeted the man for breakfast.

There was nothing to eat at the rich man's dinner party, so when Chen Ziqiao swept away the steamed eggs in the bowl with the gust of wind, the man opposite was still enjoying his breakfast gracefully with a very good upbringing.

After becoming famous, Chen Ziqiao has met many rich people, among them there are many rich children from families with real heritage, but no one has the cultivation of the man in front of him. Watching him eating is almost a kind of visual and spiritual supremacy. feast.

Chen Ziqiao rubbed his nose, looking at the residue in his bowl speechlessly.

"Thank you."

When he heard this sentence, the man had already finished his meal. He put the spoon on the side of the bowl in a regular manner, and then asked, "Do you have a napkin?"

"...a one-off?"

"……Um?"

Chen Ziqiao didn't feel sick until he washed a new towel. He just washed it all. He didn't mind a good man doing it to the end, so he handed the towel to a strange man.

The man's eyes widened slightly, looking a little surprised, but due to his astonishing beauty, no matter what expression he had, it was extremely pleasing to the eye.The man took the towel that was obviously for washing his face—forgive a bachelor, Chen Ziqiao's behavior and demeanor in public are impeccable, but his life in private is not always so elegant.After hesitating for a moment, the man wiped his mouth gracefully, then folded it neatly and placed it next to the cutlery.

Chen Ziqiao: "..." He felt that his illness was getting worse.

"Okay, it's time for you to explain, who are you? Why did you appear in my house?"

Probably because of having a friendship over breakfast, the man is not as silent as before, "Lucifer, my name."

"...Mixed race?" Chen Ziqiao leaned over and observed carefully.

But the man seemed to retreat instinctively because of his sudden approach, as if startled.

His reaction successfully pleased Chen Ziqiao. He believed that any man would have such emotions when faced with such a situation—although the other party was a man, not feminine at all, his appearance was unparalleled in the world. If he molested such a person , Even if you don't have any real thoughts, your self-confidence as a man will expand exponentially.

Chen Ziqiao intentionally got closer with some evil intentions, this time Lucifer seemed to be used to it, and he didn't back away anymore, Chen Ziqiao could almost see... no, he didn't see anything, even Bei Cheng, the famous beauty queen in the circle In the city, he has also seen the pores on her face that humans should have up close, but the skin of the man in front of him is so delicate that he can't find any flaws!

Is he really human?

Lucifer was stunned for a moment, "No, I am a single creation."

"..." Only then did Chen Ziqiao realize that he had blurted out such a gaffe.

Lucifer continued: "Yesterday, you invited me."

"Impossible." Chen Ziqiao denied it flatly. He knew better than anyone else that he had the exclusiveness of the territory, especially after becoming an artist.

Lucifer closed his mouth, and looked at Chen Ziqiao silently, his eyes were more blue and pure under the sunlight, Chen Ziqiao stretched out his hand, he even felt that he could touch the sea, flowing, warm, and crystal clear of.

Lucifer looked at him suspiciously, Chen Ziqiao came back to his senses, brushed past Lucifer's body naturally, took a pillow from his side and stuffed it into his bosom, successfully covering up his original abrupt behavior.

"Okay." Chen Ziqiao was numb to his repeated compromises. He admitted that he might have done some unimaginable things when he was unconscious after drinking, "I was probably drunk yesterday and didn't give you a drink Trouble?"

Lucifer shook his head.

Chen Ziqiao smiled, "I invite you to stay for one night, and I also treat you to breakfast, and I will leave the washing to you."

Lucifer: "..."

Chen Ziqiao pointed him in the direction, "The kitchen is over there."

Picking up a strange beauty and going home was a small episode for Chen Ziqiao—although it was a bit out of the ordinary for an artist, it was not a big deal if the matter didn't reach the media.

After figuring this out, Chen Ziqiao didn't take this matter to heart anymore, and even went to the kitchen to watch Lucifer wash the dishes because he was alone with nothing to do.

A tall and slender man stood in the kitchen. Chen Ziqiao had never complained so much about the lack of careful decoration of this house, so that it looked so shabby in front of Lucifer.

Chen Ziqiao's throat rolled, and he said dryly, "How is the washing?"

"It's washed."

"..." Chen Ziqiao was sure that it took only 2 minutes from the time he entrusted him to wash the dishes to the time he followed him into the kitchen, and he only now remembered that he didn't tell him where the dish soap was.

Chen Ziqiao walked over calmly, but the bowl on the washing table was indeed clean, was it his illusion?Seems brand new than when you bought it?

Chen Ziqiao glanced at Lucifer, Lucifer lowered his hands, "Is there anything else?"

Chen Ziqiao decided not to get to the bottom of it, "Watching a movie?"

Lucifer thought for a while, then nodded.

A room on the first floor of the villa was renovated into a home theater. Chen Ziqiao would ask the assistant to buy the newly released movie Chen Ziqiao.

Chen Ziqiao was so annoyed by picking, she simply dumped all the CDs on the ground, and asked Lucifer to watch it together.

The two finally chose a martial arts movie. Chen Ziqiao prepared two barrels of microwave popcorn and two cans of beer, and closed the door of the screening room. A small movie theater looks quite decent.

Lucifer watched Chen Ziqiao eat kachachachacha happily, tried to put a piece of popcorn into his mouth, and saw Chen Ziqiao's smiling expression in a blink of an eye.

Lucifer: "??"

"Haven't eaten?"

Lucifer shook his head honestly.

Chen Ziqiao opened a beer for him, "What about this? Have you ever drank it?" Even if Lucifer answered no, he wouldn't be surprised. Not only does this man have a face that is unparalleled in the world, even his uniqueness is almost unrivaled in the world. Peerless.

Lucifer didn't answer, just took a sip of the can of beer from Chen Ziqiao's hand, his pretty brows frowned.

Chen Ziqiao unexpectedly felt a little guilty. He used to feel that some fans liked celebrities just because of his face, which was unavoidably superficial, but now he somewhat understands the feelings of those fans... It's all about that face!It made him lose his principles.

Lucifer was very serious when watching a movie, his back was straight, and he was sitting there upright. The sofa was like his throne, and he was a king who was always bound by the crown of education.

Chen Ziqiao laughed out loud, and even slapped the table at the end of the laugh, "Hey, do you think this is a martial arts movie? It's obviously a funny movie, right? In what age are you still playing this set of framing, are you kidding the audience? Ah ——That snake, that snake crawled over! I remember that Fang Mingshen was very afraid of snakes, next time I see him, ask him face to face, did he pee on the spot, haha."

"The heroine's character is too pretentious. Sun Qingning wants to transform this time, right? It's hard for her to manage the image of a beautiful girl for so long, and this time it's all overturned."

"Fuck, what's the matter with this afro? Quickly give me the packaging, I'll see who the artist is, and I'll make a detour if I see you later!"

Lucifer: "..."

A movie lasts for an hour and 10 minutes. Chen Ziqiao used it for laughing and complaining in the first hour, and then he finally calmed down for the next half hour. In the last 10 minutes, he kept consuming tissues.

"Why do you think the hero is so miserable? It was hard to resolve the misunderstanding between the teacher and the school, and he became famous, but his wife and daughter died one after another because of him... Isn't heroism popular now? Besides, this is a movie, and the ending is so miserable. Is it a good seat? It's a scam." Chen Ziqiao twisted his nose hard, and threw the paper towels on the ground.Then he glared at Lucifer: "What are you looking at, have you never seen a man cry?"

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, Chen Ziqiao felt that he looked too embarrassed, curled himself into a ball, buried his head in his knees, Lucifer saw his shoulders shrugged slightly, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and placed it on his head.

Chen Ziqiao was about to have a fit, only to hear Lucifer say: "Don't be sad, it's fake."

"..." Doesn't he know the nonsense is fake?

But it's very strange... the hand that was placed on my head and seemed to treat me like a child seemed to have some kind of suction, and the unwillingness and resentment towards life in my heart collided mindlessly in my body, just like Really gone.

Chen Ziqiao held Lucifer's wrist, and after a long while, he pushed him away. Chen Ziqiao raised his head, his eyes were clean, and his expression was very calm. The one who was laughing and crying just now seemed to be another person .