Form 9: The Artifact of Off-Single"
It's a fucking bound book.
Seeing that the other party was only staring at him and smiling, Murong Jihua couldn't hold back his poker face. Before the scene collapsed, he stepped forward to grab the book from He Junle's hand, and asked again:
"How will you be here?"
He Junle shrugged: "You think I want to? If your housekeeper hadn't dragged me here softly, I would have gone back a long time ago."
"Steward Cui?"
Murong Jihua pinched the base of his nose, thinking of the oolong in the daytime, he felt strange burning on his face. Thinking in another way, I understand Cui Guanshi somewhat.
Come on, today's matter is really difficult for him.
194.
Murong Jihua fiddled with the miniature terminals planted behind his ears with one hand, and pulled his tie with the other—to let the damn burning sensation go away from the base of his neck, he said:
"Today's matter is indeed a misunderstanding. Cui Guanshi must have made a mistake too. You can go back now, I can send a few cars to escort you..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and a pair of white and bony handcuffs restrained his movements:
He first said, "I'm not going back."
He added: "There is something I want to confirm."
He concluded by saying:
"You used to like me—"
195.
Rumble rumble!
A thunderbolt from the blue sky, five thunderbolts!
In an instant, Murong Jihua's scalp went numb, his whole body was electrified for 0.6 seconds, and his consciousness was blank for 0.4 seconds.
After 0.6 seconds of clear consciousness, he quickly threw away He Junle's hand, almost roaring:
"I like girls!"
At the same time, the second half of He Junle's unfinished sentence knocked on his eardrums:
196.
"A girl with a personality like this? The taste is very strange."
It took Murong Jihua another three seconds to connect the ghostly sentence fragments in front of him:
So you like my kind of girl? The taste is quite strange.
"..."
"yes."
Murong Jihua's awkward smile.jpg
197.
He Jun smiled and showed an expression of "meeting such a sui man for the first time", stood up with a smile and patted Murong Jihua on the shoulder:
"I'm right, you really don't like girls like Mo'er. There are definitely a lot of girls like that. Finding a woman is easy for you, isn't it?"
"You're a very interesting person, thank you for taking me to the hospital that day. Give up Mo'er, maybe we can be friends—well, big brother?"
"But you're good enough, hehe, it's the first time in my life that my gender is suspected. There are not many people or things in this world that can irritate me, big brother, you are one of them."
Murong Jihua listened to He Junle say a lot with a blank face, and there was only one thought left in his mind:
This rhythm, this deja vu cool plot of the 9002 fire—I am after being hired by him... No, the younger brother is in the group
... There are too many slots, I don't know where to complain.
198.
Let me reason.
The woman I "like" thinks I'm with my rival;
My rival in love applauds our socialist brotherhood;
I almost... killed my rival today.
etc.
Rounding up, isn't it that I am with my rival in love
199.
"Stop, stop."
Murong Jihua pressed He Junle's shoulder, and pressed him back to the mattress:
"I'm going to calm down tonight and go to bed first, um, can we go to bed first?"
He Junle's eyes swept across the engraved gold and amethyst hanging watch on the bedside, it was past morning.
So he just frowned slightly, said "um", and without a word, he unbuttoned the light white shirt with one hand.
—Blocked Murong Jihua's "I'll let Sophia take you to the guest room to sleep" that Murong Jihua hadn't blurted out with practical actions.
"...Are you going to sleep with me?"
"Well, they're all men anyway, and I'm tired."
"... without pajamas?"
"Well, they're all men anyway, and I'm tired."
"...It's really a straight man's answer."
"Huh? Mr. President, do you still want to confirm my gender?"
200.
can't sleep.
Not just because his handsome and capable rival is sleeping next to him topless.
It's not because the heroine's strategy once returned to before liberation—
All the more because.
The screen light of He Junle's X terminal phone and the sound of his typing on the keyboard rang Murong Jihua's eyes!
201.
An hour ago: "Who are you talking to?"
Answer: Xiaohua, say goodnight to the daughter of the old Wang family next door.
Forty-five minutes ago: Who are you talking to again
Answer: Xueru, I'm the younger sister, and asked me why I haven't come home yet.
Thirty minutes ago: Who are you talking to
Answer: Ah Yun, the school belle, asked me if I would come to school tomorrow.
Nightclub owner, energetic girl, pretty tablemate...
202.
"... Have you finished taking care of your girls? It's three o'clock."
"There are seven left, right away."
money and money
203.
Dry mouth, distracted, restless.
What should I do if I want to sleep too close to my rival little brother who wants to carry out the socialist brotherhood, wait online...
Not in a hurry.
204.
Murong Jihua set his eyes on the diamond watch on his wrist for the forty-second time tonight, watching the ticking hour hand pointing from twelve to three, and even showing a tendency to continue, Murong Jihua really unbearable.
He swore he was sleepy, but couldn't sleep.
——Now I really want to turn around and throw away He Junle's terminal, and knock him out with a hammer to make him sleep peacefully.
But he couldn't do it.
So let the screen of the man behind him shine brightly, and his slender fingers tap the keyboard familiarly - it is the 24-key input method, Murong Jihua judged by the sound.
Okay, that's not the point, the point is...
He Junle, if you tease your sister, you will tease her, and if you chat, you will chat, why are you getting closer and closer to me, eh!
Your breath sprayed onto the back of Ben's neck, hello!
205.
So Murong Jihua remained motionless, he felt that if he moved a little now, he would easily touch the body of the man behind him... He didn't want to bet on the specific part at all.
The soft touch during the day still remained in his cerebral cortex.
It's over, thinking of this, Murong Jihua felt his cheeks burn again.
But the other party didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, as if he thought the atmosphere was not awkward enough, the cold and hoarse voice exploded in Murong Jihua's ear:
"I know you're not asleep."
No, I'm asleep, can you just pretend I'm asleep
Don't lie in my ear and talk, little man.
Murong Jihua lowered his voice and muffledly agreed.
"Then can I—"
Murong Jihua's "No" was about to come out, and the other party continued:
"-can you turn on the voice"
206.
"ah?"
"A friend of mine said she couldn't fall asleep and asked me to sing to coax her to sleep."
"..."
You treat love talk as a joke, pity me for thinking too much.
"That's right. The girl is important. You can drive."
Murong Jihua pulled up the quilt irritably, covered his head in the quilt, secretly cursing He Junle's central air conditioner for not marrying well, while feeling a bit sour involuntarily in his heart.
It's as sour as a lemon.
He didn't know what he was complaining about, probably because there were so many enemies in the harem, and he was empty of the position of president but he couldn't do anything to them.
definitely is…
207.
In the stillness of the night and the dream, a deep male voice slowly hummed a ditty.
Familiar tone, can't tell the lyrics. Or Murong Jihua no longer has the energy to distinguish.
He only knew that in this sleepy whispered song, his consciousness became more and more erratic, sleepiness was woven into a big net, and he began to peel off the cocoons of his waking self.
"This guy is really good at coaxing people to sleep. Another day I will learn to give Xiaomo..."
At the end of consciousness, there was a chuckle mixed with the rustling sound of turning the quilt:
"This man buried so deep, is he trying to suffocate himself to death?"
208.
Early the next morning, in order to prevent unnecessary physical contact with He Junle, Murong Jihua, who deliberately maintained a posture all night, suffered from back pain.
This is not the worst.
When he woke up, he touched his back casually, and it was empty, and He Junle had already "disappeared".
There are worse.
So he opened his misty eyes, straightened up with his stiff waist and abdomen, and the gentle and gentle Cui Guanshi who used to help him get up was looking at him with an embarrassed expression.
The maids in a circle also had weird faces, holding their clothes and motionless, their pretty faces were blushing, and they didn't dare to look at him.
"... What's the matter with you, where is He Junle?"
Murong Jihua casually placed the cushion behind his numb waist, and asked while putting on clothes on his body.
"Young master—er, Mr. He Xiao has already left, this is what he left for the young master."
Cui Guanshi almost bit his tongue when he opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to stabilize his movements and take out an exquisite plate from behind.
There are five neat bundles of banknotes on it.
209.
Murong Jihua's veins suddenly popped up. He Junle's hospitalization was originally his own fault, and Z Fubao's transfer was also the compensation for his frivolous behavior yesterday-who asked him to pay back the money!
Isn't it an insult to this young master to give money to the domineering president
He Junle, you have to apologize to the rich people all over the world, do you know that? !
Suppressing the unreasonable anger, Murong Jihua asked again: "Does he have anything else to say?"
"have… "
Cui Guanshi glanced at the banknotes on the plate in embarrassment, then cast his eyes cautiously on Murong Jihua's face.
"He, Mr. He said, the money is, yes,"
He swallowed with a grunt:
210.
"Sleep... your... whoring, money."
i really attack
211.
Hahaha, what am I supposed to be, this