Blame me for being a high-end player [Transmigration Book]

Chu Luo stayed at Yan Chao's house, and put the keyboard into Yan Chao's hands when he got home, and asked Yan Chao to bring it to the company to replace it. Don't use such fancy keyboards in the office anymore, for fear of affecting his president. image.

Chu Luo originally planned to stay for two days and go back, but every day when he got up, he could see Yan Chao asking him to have breakfast together, and at six or seven o'clock he could wait until Yan Chao came home from work, and at night they could take a walk in the villa area together to watch the moon count. Xing Xing, on weekends, you can also meet to watch movies, have a big meal and go shopping around.

Living and living, Chu Luo thought it was good.

Although they didn't directly say they lived together, they didn't ask for it back either.

If he didn't say anything, Yan Chao wouldn't ask, for fear that he would turn around and leave if asked.

It's just that except for the alcohol that night, Chu Luo slept in the guest room for the next few days. At first, Yan Chao thought it was a buffer for him to accept the intimate relationship between the two. After a few days, he found that Chu Luo hadn't moved in at all. Sleep means.

Could it be that he pursued too quickly before and didn't give Chu Luo time to adapt slowly.

Or, Chu Luo is actually quite conservative.

Yan Chao couldn't figure out how deep Chu Luo's feelings for him were, he was not stingy about expressing his love for Chu Luo, and most of the time Chu Luo blatantly teased him more than straightforward words, so that Chu Luo joked that the big five He almost believed it was true when there was a generation gap.

The young man's love is so hot that he fears it will be fleeting.

When walking at night, Yan Chao took Chu Luo's hand and walked.

He watched the neighbor couple walking their dogs arm in arm, his eyes flashed, and he wanted to bring up the matter of moving into the master bedroom, but he didn't know where to start.

Chu Luo's phone rang a notification tone, he took out the phone from his pocket, swiped the screen with one hand, and checked the new news.

Yan Chao asked: "It's so late, who sent you a message."

Chu Luo subconsciously said: "Landlord, the rented house has been rented for a full month, and she sent a message to remind me to pay the rent."

From signing the contract with Owl Live to now, counting the prize money from the competition and leaderboard, Chu Luo is already a millionaire.

When he first signed the rental contract, he thought he would live there for a long time, so he signed a half-year contract.

At present, the house does not seem to be of much use.

After each finished a sentence, they said in unison with something on their minds.

Chu Luo: "I was thinking—"

Yan Chao: "Do you want to return the lease?"

After the words fell, Chu Luo raised his head and looked at Yan Chao: "Why did you want to go with me?"

Chu Luo casually transferred the rent to the landlord, put the phone back in his pocket, clutched Yan Chao's palm, and walked slowly under a row of street lights.

"I signed a half-year rental contract at the beginning, and the deposit is two and one is paid. If I withdraw the lease now, it will be a breach of contract, and the deposit will not be returned."

"Of course the amount is not large, just a few thousand, it doesn't matter if you can't get it back."

The money didn't come from the strong wind. Chu Luo rented a house for one month and paid a deposit of two months.

But now he feels comfortable living together, since he can't use the rented house, it seems good to return to Yan Chao's side in the name of boyfriend.

"Retire," said Yan Chao, "you will live with me from now on."

After Yan Chao said this, he lowered his eyes to observe Chu Luo's expression secretly, saw clearly his thick and thin eyelashes, chased every inch of the light in his eyes, and the faint fragrance that had been bathed in his body, like the grass on the side of the road The swaying flowers moved his heart and soul tremblingly.

Chu Luo laughed and promised him, "Okay."

In this way, Yan Chao originally said that he would buy a new computer, but now they simply moved all the mainframe equipment of Chu Luo in the rented house to the guest room at home, and converted the guest room into another study room for Chu Luo's live broadcast.

There are also clothes that I moved there not long ago, and I brought them back.

In addition, Yan Chao also accompanied him to the shopping mall to buy a lot of new clothes. The reason was that he had grown taller. The simple five words made Chu Luo extremely happy.

As for where Chu Luo sleeps at night - seeing him hang all the clothes in the master bedroom closet, Yan Chao knew it in his mind.

The two lived together for a week, Yan Chao finally had the opportunity to turn on the small light at night, grabbed Chu Luo's arm and pulled him to the window sill of the master bedroom. .

"Why do you want to come and sleep all of a sudden?"

"You stare at me every night when I go back to the guest room to sleep, hesitating to speak," Chu Luo leaned very close to him, with his back pushed back, with a lazy and cute smile in his voice, "You Think I don't know what you're thinking."

Yan Chao deliberately asked him back: "Then what do you think I am thinking?"

"I want to sleep with me," Chu Luo used explicit words, and added innocently at the end, "It literally means sleeping."

"Am I right?"

"Yes and no."

Yan Chao closed his eyes, chased his lips and kissed him aggressively, and put his palms on his lower back, not letting him hide.

The man has mastered his art of nonsense and seems intent on developing it.

When Chu Luo called "clothes", Yan Chao realized that he had accidentally lifted Chu Luo's shirt with his hands, and his fingers touched the skin on his back.

Taking advantage of the moonlight on the window sill, Yan Chao's eyes fell on his fair skin and red earlobes, his heart became numb, and his fingertips seemed to touch the electric current, staying on the soft skin, Even the slight tremors are exceptionally clear.

"I told you to move away, you still have to watch." Chu Luo pushed him away, bowed his head and straightened his clothes.

Yan Chao's hand was slapped away, and there was nothing to grab, so he could only grab his hand that straightened his clothes and asked him what plans he had for tomorrow night.

"There is a restaurant on Longxiu Road. I ate there last time with people from the company. The taste is very good. Do you want to come with me tomorrow night? I will leave work early."

Hearing what Yan Chao said, Chu Luo asked, "About what time do you get off work?"

"Seven o'clock in the evening," Yan Chao said, "I asked Tan Yu to reserve a table at the restaurant in advance...or do you have other things to do?"

Chu Luo remembered that he had just promised Zuo Jiaming and Zhou Huai to go out to play today: "It's something."

"Zuo Jiaming and the others wanted to play script killing, so they asked me to play together, but they didn't make an appointment for dinner," Chu Luo said, "It shouldn't be too late. I'll pick you up at your company tomorrow?"

"Okay." Yan Chao wouldn't say that he was a little tasteless, so he could only lower his head and make a strawberry mark on Chu Luo's neck.

For this reason, Chu Luo had to put on a thin turtleneck sweater on the second day. The soft fluff made his skin white. When he was not smiling or talking, he looked like a gentle boy.

In order to make a tight schedule for the whole day, Chu Luo adjusted the live broadcast time to the morning, and fans gossiped about why he suddenly wore a sweater in the barrage.

【Why did Luo Bao wear a sweater today? I thought you only had sweaters in your closet】

【It's getting cold, of course Luo Bao can wear it if he wants to】

[The baby is too cute in a sweater, I think it looks even more handsome with glasses, a handsome young man of abstinence style]

[When he speaks, you won't feel abstinent hahahahaha]

【Isn't it true that you dress like this to block what ZZZ made?】

[Whoever turned on the perspective hook in the live broadcast room, stand up quickly, Luoshen will T out you with a backhand! 】

Chu Luo pretended that there was nothing under the sweater, and fooled the fans: "There is no other purpose in wearing a sweater, it just happens to be cold, okay?"

Ever since the rumor spread that Yan Chao had grown distorted, his credibility in the eyes of water friends had dropped sharply.

No one in the studio believed what was said like this.

【Come on, pull your collar, we will know if you are lying】

【Can I watch this live broadcast】

Chu Luo focused on playing games with pumping friends, and joked: "Besides, I will report you, and you won't let the child wear a sweater if he wants to?"

[No, hahaha, you wear it, keep wearing it! ! ! 】

[I hope Luo Bao will wear turtleneck sweaters every day in the future~~]

Chu Luo: "..."

It seems that I can't say enough about water friends.

You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder, right?

Chu Luo slipped away after 4 hours of live broadcast. The reason for the water friends was that he wanted to play script killing with Aoye and them.

Mo Rui really wanted to participate, but he had already returned to his city last week, and Jin City was so far away that it was impossible for him to come and play.

And Caigou felt that he should be a healthy old man in front of this group of people, so he didn't come, and while he didn't come, he was thinking how Yan Chao would have the nerve to attack a cutie like Chu Luo.

Although Yan Chao is 24 years old and Chu Luo is 19 years old, one is the president of the company and the other is a small game anchor. Their life circles are completely different. There is obviously a gap full of distance between them.

So it was Chu Luo, Zuo Jiaming, Zhou Huai and their friends and roommates who actually came to the script killing scene.

Chu Luo is now well-known in the Desperate Spearman live broadcast circle, and Zhou Huai's roommates present are all male college students who play games.

Seeing Chu Luo, they all gasped and called Luo Bao, it seemed a bit frivolous in reality, but they could be called other...

Before they finished tangling, Chu Luo took the initiative to say to them: "Just call me Chu Luo."

Zhou Huai put his arms on Chu Luo's shoulders: "If it weren't for some special circumstances when he suspended school, Luo Shao would be a freshman like us now."

As it turned out, Chu Luo didn't correct him.

We are all the same age, as long as we want to make friends, we will get to know each other immediately after talking and laughing.

When they were reading their scripts, Zuo Jiaming took advantage of Chu Luo's inattention and pulled his turtleneck sweater curiously with his fingers.

He glanced at the strawberry print from the corner of his eye, and said without changing his expression, "It's true."

When Chu Luo came to his senses, only the sound of Zuo Jiaming letting go of his fingers, and the high sweater collar snapping back to his neck was left in his ears: "..."

"Zuo Jiaming, are you courting death?"

Zuo Jiaming said: "Xiao Luo, you have become fierce."

Chu Luo said, "I've always been like this."

Zuo Jiaming retorted calmly: "In the past, you obviously only knew how to scold little fools."

Everyone played the script all afternoon.

Nearly six o'clock, a round of happy script killing by camp finally came to an end.

Chu Luo became the biggest winner and confused the crowd around him. Zuo Jiaming fell into his trick at first, but he regained his composure before regaining his composure.

They replayed the whole script killing, and found that Chu Luo was innocent and harmless, but it was not easy to play the script killing, with first-rate lying skills and extremely meticulous thoughts, no one would be able to react to whoever was tricked by him.

No wonder the water friends in his live broadcast room were deceived by him before.

After walking out of the script killing shop, Zhou Huai tacitly agreed that Chu Luo was free tonight, and asked coolly, "Master Luo, do you want to have dinner together tonight?"

"No," Chu Luo lowered his head to hail a taxi with his mobile phone, stuffed it into his pocket, and rejected Zhou Huai, "I will pick up Yan Chao from get off work later, so I made an appointment to have dinner with him in the evening, so let's go first."

Zhou Huai's pupils trembled: "??"

catch.

Yan Dynasty.

get off work? ?

How are they all put together in Chinese? He just can’t understand it? !

Chu Luo took a taxi to the downstairs of Yan Chao's group building, and the company's off-duty employees came and went.

Chu Luo stood at the door, quite out of place, like a student who has not entered the society by mistake.

He took out his mobile phone, typed on the nine keys with one hand, and sent a message to Yan Chao.

【Chu Luo: Are you off work】

[Chu Luo: I went downstairs to the company]

【Yan Chao: Still busy】

[Yan Chao: Maybe not so fast, why don't you come up to me first? 】

Chu Luo looked down at the time.

It was true that he came early, half an hour earlier than Yan Chao estimated seven o'clock.

【Chu Luo: I'll come up】

[Chu Luo: Which floor are you on? 】

Yan Chao reported the exact location to him, fearing that he could not find it, so he asked Tan Yu to wait for him at the elevator on that floor.

So many employees of the company watched helplessly as Tan Yu, the assistant to the president, picked up the boy and sent him to the president's office.

While they were discussing in private whether it was Mr. Yan's relative, son, friend, or younger brother, Tan Yu came out, and an executive passed him by, and went in to report on work.

After 10 minutes, the executive walked out.

He was different from Tan Yu, with an obviously wrong expression on his face.

"President Yan scolded someone?"

"It's not like that. Manager Liu didn't have this expression when he was criticized last time."

They spoke in a low voice, and the executive who stepped on the cloud and floated out didn't hear it, and was still thinking about the scene in the president's office just now - when he knocked on the door rashly and entered, President Yan grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him away. When he got to his side, he asked him if he was hungry if he didn't eat at this time. Hearing his voice, the young man wanted to pull his hand out, but Mr. Yan refused.

Colleagues on this floor of the office building are still quietly gossiping.

Not long after, the door to the president's office opened.

I saw Mr. Yan holding the young man's hand, the two walked very close, one turned his head and the other looked up, their eyes met, talking and laughing as they walked to the elevator, they were very eye-catching when viewed from a distance or near.

Obviously, they should be two seemingly incompatible people, but now they are inexplicably fused together.

They never figured out the relationship between the two, and even wondered whether Yan Chao had a younger brother.

But even if he is his own younger brother, with Mr. Yan's character, he can't get bored like this, right? ?

Half a minute later, a male employee who was following the live broadcast of Owl finally raised his head from the computer, narrowed his eyes slightly, pushed his glasses with his middle finger, and answered their questions.

"This is the game anchor of the Desperate Gunslinger, don't you all know, Mr. Yan's little boyfriend, Owl Live and their departments have spread all over the place!"

By the time the employees of the entire office building came back to their senses, the two had already walked into the elevator, followed by a group of colleagues who were afraid of hearing too much gossip or not hearing it.

The two didn't care about the eyes of others, they held hands together and chatted about the trivial things that happened today.

Yan Chao asked: "You said your fans wanted you to wear a turtleneck, why, because it looks more handsome and cuter?"

Chu Luo was a little annoyed that he was pretending, but also wanted to laugh out loud: "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know." Yan Chao pretended to him.

He seemed to really not know that fans left strawberry marks on Zhu Chuluo's neck every day, lowered his eyes, and imitated Chuluo's tone and asked: "Why do you say?"

Chu Luo looked away, pinched his fingers hard: "I won't say."