Me and the villain's CP exploded [Transmigration Book]

Time goes back to last night.

Shen Qing explained it to Pierre, let go of a concern, and lay back on the bed to play with her mobile phone.

The game is still very new to him, and he can't stop for a while.

But it's not fun to shoot a child for a long time.

Shen Qing lay on the bed, wiggling his toes, "I finally understand why the heroes in the TV dramas love life and have nothing to love but live in seclusion in Nanshan."

The system is competent to chat with you, "Why?"

"There are ants all over the world. It feels a little bit lonely to punch a child."

The system choked.

How thick-skinned the host is.

Shen Qing felt it, took out a piece of paper from the bedside table, and wrote down his feelings.

The inspiration burst out, and a song was written within a few minutes of chatting.

Shen Qing glanced at the time, took a photo of the lyrics, and sent it to his manager.

The agent is busy controlling the public opinion, and the public opinion on the Internet can be controlled so well, in addition to the deterrence of SS, there are also some means of guidance from him.

Guiding public opinion and controlling direction are the basic skills of a broker.These days, Shen Qing's enthusiasm persisted, and there was also the intervention of his agent.

Ordinary netizens actually lag behind the news in the circle. If Shen Qing doesn't have enough time in the trending searches, many netizens will not get the news, and the impression of Shen Qing will stay in black material, which is very unfavorable to Shen Qing.

After talking too much, the manager was taken aback when he saw what Shen Qing sent, "You wrote another song?"

He thought that Shen Qing was busy with dating recently and didn't have time to write songs—didn't he reject the variety show because of President Pi two days ago?

The manager took a closer look and praised again and again in surprise, "Okay, is this about heroes? The loneliness and emptiness that no one is worthy of my shot is vividly expressed in the song. I have already formed a picture in my mind. Sit People who look down from the top of the mountain are all ants in the world, and no one can arouse his interest..."

"This is another classic."

The agent's heart skipped a beat, he hesitated to speak, "You know this kind of mentality so deeply, you—"

Shen Qing responded naturally, "Yes, I have felt it."

Broker: Sure enough.

Alas, he probably understands why Shen Qing hasn't sung these few years.

In the past few years, the singing circle was really chaotic. The idols were not good from generation to generation. Those idols who claimed to be good-looking but had to rely on their strength were not good at singing and dancing. He had seen many scenes, and described it as a wild dance Not too much.

Faced with such a music scene, Shen Qing was young and arrogant at the time, thinking that no one deserved to let me open my voice, and she was not interested in everything, so it was justified.

In history, when times of adversity are full of momentum, are there still few people who have achieved success but don't know what to do?

He wants to tell him not to be complacent, although the music scene is gradually declining, some people are also very capable-but the manager feels that his artist is unparalleled in the world.And he's already turned the corner, it's useless to say more.What's more, it's not wrong to be proud of your strength.

The agent deleted a lot of the words that had been typed, deleted, deleted, and modified, and finally sent only one sentence, "The best opponent of human beings is always oneself. If you can't find the target, you can compare yourself with yourself."

Shen Qing:? ?

Why did you come here suddenly?

Shen Qing thought about how to compare himself when playing games, and found it a bit difficult.

Is it possible to compare how many people can be killed in each round?Did you kill more people than the previous round?

Shen Qing, "You can think about it."

It's really boring without an opponent.

Broker: Glad.

—

Playing games all afternoon, writing a song, and tossing Pi Wujin, this day was fulfilling.

Shen Qing was very happy.

But I don't know if it's because God doesn't like his smooth sailing, in the middle of the night, at two o'clock in the morning, Shen Qing suddenly had a nightmare, dreaming that he went out to eat, Pi Wujin ordered a large table of dishes, lined up from the door to the opposite side of the street, Each dish is different, and the tangy aroma is irresistible.

——Shen Qing couldn't eat every dish.

Shen Qing was retching.

Crouching in the corner, my stomach growled, and tears fell from retching.

What's even more irritating is that the more he retched, the happier Pi Wujin ate.Shen Qing watched helplessly as a large table of dishes disappeared on the table at a speed visible to the naked eye. His favorite foie gras, chicken wings, pork ribs, beef...not a single plate was left for him!

Not a single plate was left!

Shen Qing woke up from anger.

After waking up, he found that a large table of dishes was fake, but the pain was real.

...and even angrier.

Shen Qing lay on the side of the bed, couldn't help kicking the quilt twice like a wild animal, and the bed sheet under his hands was pulled into a ball, "Why do I wake up again after I fell asleep?"

Isn’t it said on the Internet that it’s okay to fall asleep when retching?

Seeing his grim face, the system sound was very low, "Then you are asleep, little Pixiu is not asleep."

knock.

In the middle of the night, there was no one around, only Shen Qing couldn't sleep because of the discomfort.

...Shen Qing wanted to have an abortion again.

Seeing him tossing and turning, his stomach growling, the system quickly asked, "Are you hungry, host? Would you like to get up and eat something?"

"Mr. Pi has orders, the chicken soup has been warming in the small kitchen, can someone bring it up?"

Shen Qing didn't speak, and sat up from the bed.

The butler is not young anymore, so why bother.

The system looked at him twice more, and the mechanical voice seemed to be more gentle, "Host be careful."

Shen Qing went out wearing Pixiu's clothes, but stopped in front of the stairs—wait a minute, where is the so-called small kitchen?

System: ...it doesn't seem to know either.

The housekeeper only said that the chicken soup was warmed in the small kitchen, Shen Qing lived here for a week and had never been to the small kitchen.

"Should I still call the butler?"

Shen Qing snorted, turned around and walked towards President Pi's room, reached out to knock on the door, and the door came directly.

Unlocked?

Shen Qing walked in.

The room was very dark, Pixiu turned into a prototype, the huge Pixiu stretched out its limbs, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

The bright moonlight shone in through the window, adding a layer of luster to Pixiu's golden hair-what a beautiful color, each hair represents thousands of gold.

Shen Qing's eyes were fascinated, and a desire from the bottom of his heart made him want to move, take a good look, really want it.

There is no better color than this.

Shen Qing couldn't help approaching, and directly rushed forward.

These!

It's all his!

Golden, heavy, huge and incomparable!

It's all his!

Shen Qing didn't know where this obsession came from, he opened his arms and pressed a pile of gold under his body... Why didn't he realize that gold is such a good thing before?

Shen Qing pressed a pile of golden glitters under his body, and the spontaneous sense of satisfaction made his stomach no longer feel uncomfortable.

He didn't notice that the eyes of Pixiu, who was hugged by him on the upper leg, moved.

Pixiu is actually a vigilant creature, just as Shen Qing opened the door, Pi Wujin woke up.

When someone entered his territory, Pixiu could feel it clearly.

But he knew who it was.

The corner of Da Pixiu's mouth twitched.

Closing the eyes will make the perception more acute, Pai Yao can feel that the person coming is filled with his aura, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.Marked by him is a treasure that belongs exclusively to him.

Pixiu continued to close his eyes.

Want to see what Shen Qing is going to do.

Shen Qing gradually approached.

He was getting closer and closer.

He goes to bed.

He threw his arms around his.

He exudes an air of joy.

Pixiu couldn't help flicking his thick tail, his heart was so soft.

fool.

Pixiu opened his eyes, and Shen Qing secretly lay on his side on his hair, holding his forelimb in his hands, buried his face in it, showing a dependent posture.

Pai Xiu's emotions surged, wishing he could hold him tightly in his arms, and smear his breath all over his body.

Can't help it.

The huge Pixiu shrank instantly, turning into a man about the same age as Shen Qing.

The forelimbs held by Shen Qing turned into arms, and the place where the head rested became the neck. The man endured himself, stretched out his arms and pulled him into his arms, and pressed a kiss between his hair, "I—"

Shen Qing didn't notice the touch of the hair, but noticed that the golden light under her body suddenly disappeared?

He flew into a rage, his ears turned red with anger, "Hurry up and change me back!"

Mr. Pi regained his senses and came back to his senses: ... ashamed?

President Pi would never be angry with him, and tonight his heart softened, let alone.

Seeing him flaring his teeth and claws, I feel pity.

His Adam's apple rolled, "Okay."

It was his fault, he shouldn't have made a sound.Qingqing was embarrassed to come here secretly, but was exposed by him——

And he's emotionally... still archetypal safe.

The huge Pixiu encloses the young man in his arms, like a giant dragon guarding his treasure.

Shen Qing got what he wanted, and hummed happily.

"..."

Looking at this scene, the system didn't care about cp for the first time.

It is mourning for Pixiu.

You can still be happy! !

He just suddenly understood one thing, why it is impossible for an adult Pixiu to keep gold.

——Because their next generation loves gold too.

Just like a giant dragon, the milky Pixiu has the instinct to snatch gold before he even opens his eyes.

... His father bears the brunt.

作者有话要说：好几天没发红包了，明天补发，每章都有二十个鸭。感谢在2020-02-2101:54:29~2020-02-2122:27:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Qin Xiaoxian's Hand in the Hand; 8 bottles of Zhu Yilong's Little Wife; 1 bottle of Ye Ziye, Priest, and Ran;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!