Dressed as cannon fodder to marry into a wealthy family

Ling Xiao's role is "Sea Witch". As soon as he entered the cruise ship, there was a voice in his headset reminding him to hold Yan Zhao and the others.Therefore, Ling Xiao ignorant of his lack of conscience, crazily tripped everyone up, but unexpectedly, the mentally retarded was too weak to be beaten, and was shot dead by Yan Zhao.

Ling Xiao sighed: "Pretending to be mentally retarded is also a technical job."

Yan Zhao comforted him: "It's okay, your acting skills are very good, we all think you are acting in your true colors."

Ling Xiao: "..." Do you think I can't see it when you praise it and criticize it secretly!

After getting out of the cabin, it was evening, and half a round of sunset sank on the sea, intertwined with gold and blue.

Looking at the sea, Yan Zhao was in a daze for a moment. In front of such a magnificent scenery, people really feel that they are just a grain of sand in the universe.

A white light flashed, Yan Zhao turned his head, Ling Xiao smiled at him holding the phone: "I took pictures for everyone, you are the only one who didn't notice."

"Let me see what the photo looks like. If the photo is ugly, you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow." Yan Zhao grabbed his phone and checked the photo.

I don't know if it's because the camera of the mobile phone is advanced enough or because Ling Xiao's photography skills are really good, Yan Zhao looked at the photos of himself and the other four, and they all took quite artistically.

Yan Zhao said, "Send it to me."

"Okay." Ling Xiao said, "Equivalent exchange, can you take a picture of me too?"

Yan Zhao's photography skills can be called a disaster. In the words of salt soda, your most proficient way of taking pictures is to take a few blind shots, relying on your good looks to ruin it. Now the person who is ruined has changed from himself to Ling Xiao, the latter also has an extra row of photos of straight men in his phone photo album.

Ling Xiao: "...I'm a big man of 1.8 meters. How did you make me look like a short-legged Corgi?"

Yan Zhao said, "There is a problem with your camera."

Ling Xiao: "Then how did I take such a good-looking picture of you?"

Yan Zhao: "I look ten times better in real life than in photos, so your real legs are ten times longer than in photos. Is there a problem with this logic?"

Ling Xiao: "..." Yes, it's impeccable.

The director saw that the guests were almost finished taking photos, and greeted him: "Everyone stand together, let's take a group photo!"

So the six of them stood together and took a pose, and the journey on the cruise ship came to an end.

The director invited the guests and set a table for the guests. Everyone had fought with pigs, so it was not easy to eat in the mud, so he set a meeting time and went back to the hotel to clean up first.

Yan Zhao came out of the bathroom, water dripped from the tip of his hair, and burrowed into the sweater along his collarbone.

In the group, the photographer uploaded the photos that had not been edited. Yan Zhao opened it and saw that the sun was setting and the light was dim. The six people were ashamed, like beggars living on the street.

Photography: I did my best.

Yan Zhao saved the photo, and then sent it to Shen Yuanting to sell it miserably.

Shen Yuanting was probably busy, so there was no reply yet, Yan Zhao didn't wait impatiently, browsed the fan group, and then set off for the restaurant.

Yan Zhao was right, Shen Yuanting had an important meeting today, and when the meeting adjourned, it was already late at night.

He only had time to check the messages on his phone when he got in the car.

There are a few more unread messages in the top chat bar.

Yan Zhao: [picture]

Yan Zhao: The cat's head is crying.jpg

Shen Yuanting clicked on the original picture, the twilight dyed everything in the picture golden, the young man seemed to have fallen stars in his black eyes, his smile was flamboyant, and even a little bit of dirt on his face revealed cuteness.

As for the others, Sheng Xin is just an idiot, Ying Hongyu is generally good-looking, and the rest are automatically filtered by him.

Shen Yuanting saved the picture and typed a reply.

Shen Yuanting: It's pretty good.

Yan Zhao: ...

Yan Zhao: What filter did you wear to tell such a lie?

Shen Yuanting: Do I need to lie?

Yan Zhao: What about this one? [picture]

Shen Yuanting clicked on it, if there is no p, this one should be taken earlier than the last one, and the light is clearer.In the photo, Yan Zhao didn't look at the camera, but stared at the end of the horizon with a calm and indifferent expression. Behind him, there happened to be a petrel flying by.With the magnificent twilight, the whole photo is as delicate and moving as an oil painting.

I don't know whether it is the scenery captured by accident or the painting constructed with heart.

Shen Yuanting: Is this also taken by a photographer?

Yan Zhao: Filmed by fellow guests.

Shen Yuanting: Oh.

Yan Zhao: You haven't commented yet?

Shen Yuanting: No real person looks good.

Yan Zhao: You are so perfunctory. [Wang Zai is angry]

Shen Yuanting half closed his eyelids, the light outside the car window dimmed and brightened, and the emotion in his eyes was also dim.

He shouldn't have been left alone.

Shen Yuanting sent a video request to go over, and the other party did not hesitate, and immediately connected.

In the video, Yan Zhao is wearing loose pajamas. The small v-neck design allows people to see the delicate collarbone under the neck, and further down, there is a small piece of bright white skin.

Shen Yuanting: "Are you already asleep?"

Yan Zhao lay on the pillow: "No, I just changed my clothes. It's so dark on your side, are you in the car?"

Shen Yuanting: "Well, work overtime."

Yan Zhao: "Have you eaten well?"

Shen Yuanting smiled: "Don't worry, I've eaten."

Yan Zhao hummed twice, and chatted about today's shooting: "I wrestled with a pig."

Shen Yuanting was silent for a while, he was very confident in his hearing, but when he heard that word, he still wondered if he heard it wrong: "What are you fighting with?"

"Little pigs." Yan Zhao said, "The director team are all bad-hearted, they arranged a bunch of little pigs to stop us, and even braised a few of them for dinner."

Shen Yuanting: "..."

He really couldn't imagine the scene of his little rose fighting with piggies.

Shen Yuanting frowned, but hearing Yan Zhao's tone, he didn't seem to be angry, and thought it was a little funny.

Forget it, as long as he likes it.

Yan Zhao enthusiastically gave Shen Yuanting a spoiler of today's plot, and when it came to killing Ling Xiao, his tail almost went up to the sky.

"I'm so witty," he boasted.

Shen Yuanting smiled: "Well, well done."

The driver drove the car into the parking garage, Shen Yuanting returned home, Wang Zai got out of the den, spread his belly and begged for sex.

Shen Yuanting licked the cat live for Yan Zhao, while Wang Zai was snoring with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"I miss Wang Zai..." Yan Zhao looked enviously, "It's only been a day and a half since I left."

Hearing Yan Zhao's voice, Wang Zai turned over and got up, meowed at him in the video, and touched the phone screen with his nose.

Shen Yuanting moved the phone away and said, "We can meet tomorrow."

Yan Zhao showed a slight smile: "Well, I will go home tomorrow."

The next day, Yan Zhao got on the plane back, with Ying Hongyu sitting next to him, and Sheng Xin behind him. The other guests had their own schedules and did not go with them.

Sheng Xin's face was gloomy, and he kept clacking and typing while holding his mobile phone.

Yan Zhao tapped Ying Hongyu on WeChat: "What's wrong with Sheng Xin?"

Ying Hongyu turned his head to look at Sheng Xin, and replied to Yan Zhao: "When he was washing his clothes, he forgot to take out the amulet, which was soaked and cracked."

Yan Zhao: There is no need to be angry.

Ying Hongyu: He happened to have Taoist Master’s WeChat account on his mobile phone, so he took a photo and asked the master if this talisman was still useful.The master told him that this is the child-bearing talisman.

Yan Zhao almost didn't laugh out loud, but remembered that he also had a talisman, so he quickly disassembled the talisman and compared it to the pattern on the Internet. After confirming that it was a real amulet, he took a screenshot of the chat record and sent it to Shen Yuanting.

Shen Yuanting: Can I ask you for the same style some other day?

Yan Zhao: ...

Yan Zhao: You should die.

There is no sex life, and there are still children, and I am almost amitotic.

After the master repeatedly assured that the childbirth talisman was only valid for women, and that he would educate the little Taoist priests under his sect, Sheng Xin finally gave up his intention to tear down the Taoist temple.

After saying goodbye to them, Yan Zhao dragged his luggage back home, opened the door, and a strong spicy fragrance came, which made people's index fingers move.

Immediately afterwards, a small dumpling with a black back and a white belly came out from the corner. Yan Zhao picked it up, and Wang Zai took the initiative to rub his head against his hand.

May I ask, where else can I find such a coquettish cat and such a good cook?

Yan Zhao was standing outside the kitchen with Wang Zai in his arms. With a semi-open design, the man poured the steaming boiled fish out of the pot through the low cabinet with vegetables, fruits and vegetable dishes.

Shen Yuanting glanced at him: "Are you back?"

His tone was flat, as if Yan Zhao didn't fly to shoot at all, but just came back from get off work normally, but Yan Zhao just followed his example.

Yan Zhao said, "I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

Shen Yuanting took out the dishes: "Let's go tonight."

Yan Zhao nodded, went to add food to Wang Zai, put the luggage back in the bedroom, and went back to the dining room, waiting for Shen Yuanting to have dinner together.

Shen Yuanting washed his hands, and came out of the kitchen. The young man was facing him sideways, with slightly raised eyelashes and long eyelashes. Every time he fanned the fan, tiny ripples were created in his heart, spreading round and round.

As Shen Yuanting approached, Yan Zhao turned his head and smiled at him.

Yan Zhao was scrolling through Weibo when he saw a sand-sculpted cat emoji package and planned to share it with Shen Yuanting. Just as he was about to speak, the man in front of him suddenly bent down and held his face——

Yan Zhao couldn't help closing his eyes, the scorching breath sprayed on his cheeks, but the soft lips did not kiss his lips, but fell on his eyes, gentle and pious.Yan Zhao's eyelashes trembled, feeling that the softness shifted its position again, finely imprinting on the side of his cheek.

He clearly heard the beating of his heart, felt the blood all over his body rushing to his head, and his face was so red that it was about to bleed.

Shen Yuanting's kiss slowly landed on the corner of his mouth, his breathing almost stopped, he grabbed Shen Yuanting's sleeve tightly, but the man didn't go any further, but kissed his chin along the corner of his mouth.

Yan Zhao let go of the man's sleeve, pressed Shen Yuanting's arm, tilted his head, and pressed the thin lips that made his teeth itch with hatred.

The mountain is not just me, I am the mountain.

Shen Yuanting paused, the touch on his lips was soft and hot, the young man stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick his lips, and carefully pried open his teeth.

Shen Yuanting thought, if anything happened, Yan Zhao asked for it.

One of Shen Yuanting's hands moved from Yan Zhao's cheek to the back of his neck, and the other clasped the young man's narrow waist, making the kiss deeper and longer.