The correct way to open the fake master

For Chi Yu and Yu Shuhang, Gu Yuan didn't stay in the studio anymore, and drove back to Jintinghua Mansion directly.

The marketing director is in place; the financial director has already appointed Xu Yufei, and I just wait for Xu Yufei to be notified to come to the studio to sign the contract tomorrow; Chi Yu is temporarily in charge of personnel administration;

With two more receptionists and a few salesmen, their studio will be complete, and they can choose an auspicious day to officially open for business.

In the morning, the design team took shape, and there were suitable candidates for two key positions.

Gu Yuan was in a particularly good mood.

Parked the car in the underground garage of Jinting Huafu, and just after turning off the engine, he received Yan Jiayi's reply that he agreed to join the studio. Gu Yuan's good mood directly reached the pinnacle of his life.

"Hi! It feels like life has reached its peak..."

Using his small voice that was tortured by the cold with a thick nasal tone and an exceptionally hoarse voice, he hummed "Hi Yo" and walked out of the elevator. Gu Yuan rubbed his cold face outside, and happily put his shoes back on. In the closet, the coat was hung in the wardrobe, and he trotted out of the hallway.

It's almost eleven o'clock, and he has to go back to the master bedroom cloakroom to change into the home clothes of his second uncle Fu's that he wore back from his second uncle Fu's house, pretending to go back to him to take a nap, and lie down and wait for the finishing touches. Uncle Fu, who was sleeping, came to look for him.

Perfect!

I would like to respect myself as the master of time management in the morning.

However, there is a word called "extreme joy begets sorrow", and there is a saying called "Walk along the river without getting your shoes wet". True masters of time management cannot escape the fate of overturning online.

What's more, Gu Yuan is the little prince in the world of overturning cars - overturning, that is his fate.

"Hey! It feels like life has reached a high..."

"Gu Yuan, did you have a good time?"

Extremely familiar and extremely sexy, every time he slightly lowers his voice, his DNA can secretly stir up a voice, drifting slowly from the direction of the living room.

The voice wasn't too loud, but when it fell into Gu Yuan's small ears, it sounded like thunder.

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The word "tide" was forcefully held in his throat, Gu Yuan slowly withdrew his foot towards the master bedroom, and turned his head slowly with a face that was about to smile or cry, looking at towards the living room.

His Second Uncle Fu was wearing black silk home clothes, and was sitting leisurely on the sofa in the living room. His sharp eyebrows and eyes were stained with a faint smile, and there was a smile that looked like a smile but not a smile on his shallow lips. Looking towards the entrance, looking at him.

It's like a very dignified main room waiting to be caught.

Gu Yuan wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

A brainstorm quickly unfolded in his head in an attempt to save himself. However, every wave of "storm" simulation developed to the end, and there was only one unique ending-he was doomed this time, and he just waited to be cleaned up by his second uncle Fu.

hiss!

Death is settled, I want nothing.

Thinking about all the deaths he has committed from yesterday to today, looking at his Second Uncle Fu sitting on the sofa, his gaze swivels around his strong thighs and slender and powerful hands, Gu Yuan instinctively Tighten the glutes.

A sneeze was held in the nasal cavity, "I can't get out, I can't go back", and my eye sockets were sore in an instant. Gu Yuan blinked his eyes that were hazy with a layer of mist, and breathed through his nose, which was not very smooth. Admitting the current situation, he dragged his voice sticky and coquettishly: "Uncle——"

Fu Sheng leaned against the back of the sofa.

Looking at the little boyfriend who fell from the "high tide of life" to the "low tide of life" in an instant, Fu Sheng touched a cigarette and squeezed it with his fingertips, and asked slowly: "The singing is very good, why don't you continue to sing?" Is uncle disturbing your mood?"

"no!"

Gu Yuan denied it with great desire to survive, and slowly moved to the living room with a flustered heart, carefully sat beside him, his second uncle Fu, pinched his second uncle Fu's little finger and shook it softly. Said casually, "The child is just a little happy to see my uncle."

Fu Sheng smiled lightly.

The little boyfriend wiped honey on his mouth, and was pinching his veins again to try to soften his heart.

Slowly pulling out the little finger held in the palm of the little boyfriend, Fu Sheng twirled the pulp of the little finger without any trace, smoked a few shredded tobacco and sniffed it gently.

Using the smell of tobacco to suppress the soft heart that was ready to move, Fu Sheng squinted at his poor little boyfriend, with a half-smile: "Then your happy little appearance is quite unique, and you seem to have a guilty conscience."

Help!

Uncle Fu's expression...

Gu Yuan silently moved his buttocks on the sofa, rubbed his tense smiling face, gritted his teeth, put on a "big face", raised his long legs and sat on his uncle Fu's lap On the table, holding the face of his second uncle Fu, his forehead was brought closer to that of his second uncle Fu, and he hummed in a small voice: "Boyfriend, open your eyes and take a good look at the affectionate eyes of the child, look Is it only you inside, see if it is full of joy after seeing you?"

Forehead against forehead, nose tip to nose tip.

The sparkling and amorous peach blossom eyes were full of mist, and the delicate lips were close at hand, sticky and sweet words of love to him.

Fu Sheng slowly supported Gu Yuan's waist, restraining the urge to kiss Fangze, with a half-smile: "So Yuanyuan likes to see her boyfriend as soon as she gets home?"

Gee!

What his second uncle Fu said was obviously flawed.But he had no choice but to happily jump into the pit, trying to "cede the land and pay compensation" in exchange for this wave of "high-handedness" of his second uncle Fu.

Gu Yuan silently looked at his Second Uncle Fu for a moment, a provocative smile gradually formed in his eyes, he kissed the corner of Uncle Fu's mouth, dragged his extremely hoarse little voice, and said with a smile: " Of course! I can have my boyfriend’s good morning when I wake up, I can have my boyfriend’s company at the dinner table, and I can see the light that my boyfriend turned on for me when I go home. When I thought I was dreaming, I could have my boyfriend’s thighs for me. I pinch it, this is the state of life I most yearn for!"

Fu Sheng's fingertips trembled slightly, he squeezed his waist tightly in his palm, and smiled lowly: "Really?"

His second uncle Fu is too good at pinching him seven inches.

This pinch directly made him soft from waist to limbs. Gu Yuan hugged his Uncle Fu's back, lay softly in Fu Sheng's arms, and whispered with red ears: "Of course, the child wants to dream."

The palm of Fu Sheng's right hand went up along the ridge line, pinched Gu Yuan's small neck, squeezed it gently, and said slowly: "Okay, my boyfriend will help you realize your dream."

hiss!

His Second Uncle Fu really has ulterior motives!

Gu Yuan buried his burning face in the neck of his second uncle Fu, struggling to resist the turmoil of adolescence, moaning: "It's okay to realize your dreams, but children don't eat soft food."

Fu Sheng chuckled: "Well, I'm married."

Gu Yuan: "..." You are not marrying, you are fouling.

Gu Yuan tightly grasped the clothes on the back of his second uncle Fu, and whispered in a small hoarse voice with a trembling ending: "Okay! From now on, I will be responsible for making money to support the family, and my boyfriend will be responsible for being beautiful."

Fu Sheng didn't comment.

Looking down at the little boy friend's red ears, feeling the strength of the boy friend holding him tighter and tighter, he loosened the back of the boy friend's neck leisurely, slipped his palm onto the boy boy's back waist, and patted After a while: "Eat first, not soft rice."

hiss!Just a step away!

I suspect my boyfriend is cheating on me again, but I have no proof.

Gu Yuan angrily bit the neck next to his mouth, took a bite hard, and groaned: "The legs are weak."

Fu Sheng smiled lowly.

Before the little boyfriend became angry, Fu Sheng picked up Gu Yuan, took Gu Yuan to the dining room and put him on the dining chair, and slowly lifted the lid on the plate: "The chef over there has finished cooking and sent it to you. If there is no objection, I will ask him to come here directly to do it in the future.”

After taking a sip of the incomparably delicious mushroom soup, it instantly warmed up from the mouth to the stomach.

The cook at Uncle Fu's house is really good.

Looking around at the dishes he likes to eat on the table, Gu Yuan stared at Fu Sheng, who was slowly picking fishbone, with a small hook in his eyes, and said with a soft voice, "I don't mind! I will pay him a salary in the future!"

It's just a chef's salary.

From now on, all his assets will be shared with Gu Yuan, so it is right to treat him as his little boyfriend fulfilling the obligation of "wife" in advance, and start taking care of him for him from now on.

Fu Sheng handed the thorny fish to Gu Yuan, and said unhurriedly, "Eat well."

Well!

His second uncle Fu is really virtuous.

Gu Yuan looked at the smile on the eyes of his second uncle Fu Fengrui, and felt that he probably seemed to have successfully overcome the crisis of being "taught to be a man" through "ceding land and paying compensation".

However, he never expected it.

His Second Uncle Fu's routine became deeper and deeper each time.

The soup is full, and the chopsticks have just settled down.

His Second Uncle Fu tapped the table top with his knuckles, and said to him slowly, "Gu Yuanyuan, let's talk about the amazing things you have done in the past two days."

Gu Yuan: "..."

His "cedement of compensation" seems to have become a joke.

Don't ask, the question is that his current psychological shadow area is as big as ten of his second uncle Fu!

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