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This is not the first time Shen Yu has stayed here with Su Zongchu.

His movements are very familiar and self-satisfied. Zong Chu usually takes care of some things at night, and will stay in the conference room for a while. From time to time, there will be a very inconspicuous deep voice, and sometimes angrily cursing.

Zong Chu is really not a good-tempered person, even Shen Yu knows this very well.

He dries his hair in front of the mirror and makes it half wet.

If he doesn't blow it now, Zong Chu will blow it to him later. At first, Shen Yu felt a little uncomfortable, but later he became more and more used to it, and always lay on the bed with his eyes squinted and his head on the edge of the bed.

The man pinched his nose and teased him while blowing to him, saying that he was like a little pig.

But after this stage, now Shen Yu began to feel uncomfortable again.He couldn't tell what was wrong, but when he looked up at the man with his head up, he always felt that his heart was beating faster and faster, so fast that he was afraid that Zong Chu would hear it.

Since the last time when he got up and got under the bed with numb hands and feet, Shen Yu started to blow his hair after Zong Chu yelled for a long time but didn't come out.

When Zong Chu came back, he was already lying on the bed leisurely, holding a tablet in his arms, admiring those excellent paintings.

Shen Yu is not too inclined towards traditional painting techniques.

He likes to innovate, create, and draw what he imagined. Because of his ecstasy, his white feet are also turning, and his toes open and close "seriously" from time to time.

Zong Chu was so amused, he knocked on the door.

The person lying on the bed hummed, and it took a few tens of seconds before he gave him a look.

Zong Chu looked at his half-dried hair and said nothing.

"What are you looking at?"

Shen Yu showed him, pointing with his hand: "This dragon is really detailed."

Everywhere reveals delicacy and majesty.

Zong Chu couldn't tell the difference, but he could see that Shen Yu's paintings were all good.

He stretched out his hand, clasped Shen Yu's eyes with his palm, and said with a low smile pretending to be fierce: "Sleep, if you don't sleep, be careful of being thrown out."

Shen Yu held down his hand and took it off with a very indescribable expression.

He said, "Then I'll pull you out too."

Zong Chu glanced at him, and flicked Shen Yu's plump forehead with his finger, the movement was very light.

"It's so cruel."

So cruel.

The vaguely familiar words made Shen Yu stunned for a second, but the next second, the man who pushed forward disrupted his thoughts.

Zong Chu is not polite.

Shen Yu sleeps very wildly at night, and it doesn't matter how good the quilt is now. Zong Chu endured it a few times and covered him, but Shen Yu always kicked him off without knowing when.

Later, both of them got used to it, and they simply slept next to each other when they were sleeping.

But now Zong Chu wanted to clean him up, so he directly brought Shen Yulian over with a quilt.

Shen Yu exclaimed, he was struggling in the quilt, and shouted muffledly: "I'm going to call for help!"

Zong Chu laughed at him, "Shout, no one will come to rescue you."

This is like a clichéd script.

The two looked at each other, and they were immediately happy. As a result, with such a smile, Zong Chu didn't stop Shen Yu, and let go of his hand. Shen Yu was wrapped in a quilt and hit the man directly. When he came back to his senses, The forehead, eyes and mouth are all against Zong Chu's strong chest, which is the kind of negative distance.

The laughter in the room stopped abruptly, and the two became silent, only the beating of the heart could be heard.

It seemed like a long time passed, and it didn't seem that long, Zong Chu straightened him up with a hoarse voice, and said in a low voice, "Chagen, you are really my little ancestor."

Shen Yu's heartbeat has not yet calmed down, but Zong Chu's hand, through the thickness of the quilt, seemed to be pressing directly on his body, with a scorching temperature.

He was lying on his back, and he didn't turn over to face the man like before. He just stared at the ceiling dryly, and murmured softly:

"Who is your ancestor!"

He just...does not admit it.