Please, ah no,"
Old man Ni was a little nervous, and his palms were wet: "... I hope that Mr. President will not be embarrassing, fulfill the content of the contract with Her Royal Highness, and earnestly follow the instructions of the Elizabeth Genetic Research Institute for night life..."
353.
Why don't you just put it bluntly, in the ancient times of the earth, you are just a respectful room manager.
Are you in charge of my housework
354.
Old man Ni was quite frightened by the hostility of the first president. He secretly groaned in his heart. When he met the Murong family, even if he had the support of the royal family, he would not be able to strengthen his confidence.
My situation is really embarrassing now.
Naturally, Her Royal Highness can’t offend her. Elizabeth only has the experimental results in her eyes, but no matter how difficult your process is, if you don’t get the supervision record, you don’t want to be in country A anymore;
As for the Murong family...
Don't mention it, it's also a giant that can't move.
These two behemoths just got up, and they only suffered from the vulnerable groups struggling to survive in the cracks.
355.
"you are annoying… "
"Mr. Murong, you, are you calling me?"
"No, get out."
"..."
356.
It's a good time to applaud for love on the night of dark moon and high wind.
President Murong's bedroom on the 20th floor of the high-rise Murong Mansion.
Murong Jihua and his Kuangjuan little wife (), one was sitting on the bed and the other was sitting on a chair, looking at each other, the atmosphere was once very... harmonious.
Murong Jihua sat on the chair beside the bed, He Junle sat on the bed;
Murong Jihua was waiting for Guanshi Cui to contact him, and He Junle was reporting his god-sister's safety.
The terminal on Murong Jihua's wrist suddenly lit up, and the message emerged:
"Guard Cui: Dr. Ni is waiting at the door of the young master's bedroom. It seems that he has installed a trans-wall high-efficiency recording device on the wall. Is it arranged to emit interference signals?"
Reply - "No need."
If he wants to record, then record it for him;
Check in once a day, then call him to watch.
Murong Jihua said to He Junle: "Can you breathe?"
He Junle raised his eyelids: "I can learn."
Murong Jihua went to bed, took off an earphone and stuffed it into the other's ear: "Follow the imitation?"
—Press the play button, and a blushing sound came from the earphones.
Yan Jihua, a handsome straight boy with a generation of pride, never thought that he would have a day when he would give gv to the business cp...
"That's it?" He Junle's expression was very flat, he really looked like an actor who was concentrating on his lines.
Murong Jihua was a little depressed, playing a child-like marriage game with him, did the other party really not care about it at all
Is it because you are so straightforward...
357.
The man tightened the headphone cable on the pinna: "Let me try it."
"Wait!" Murong Jihua picked up the earplugs to plug his ears, and lowered his voice to the lowest:
"Okay, you can continue."
Murong Jihua pulled back the quilt and lay down, propped up one side of his head with one hand and stared at him:
"You gasp for yours, I look for mine."
358.
The men in the Junle gang are all rough and unrestrained, and all the men He Junle can come into contact with are the same, except for the boss in his head is the girl;
This man is obviously a president, but he always likes to do some childish things and cares about some weird aspects.
Who was half threatening and half obedient to let people trade with him
Instead, he made himself an idiot who robbed the rich second generation—this concept has changed a little bit.
Quite interesting.
359.
"So-"
"Um... ah, ah—lighten up,"
"Uh—ah, Junle will definitely work hard and contribute to genetic engineering... Ah, it's too deep, wait—"
360.
Compared with He Junle, Murong Jihua's role is obviously much simpler. He only needs to make a few breathing sounds occasionally between He Junle's panting, creating a good atmosphere of "one-hearted experimentation" for Princess Elizabeth .
So while feeling parched, he had more time to think about things, and he felt weird when he thought about it.
if he didn't die;
If the world is not false;
If he doesn't have to be the domineering president who loves Xiao Bailian;
If he is free—
If He Junle...
He watched He Junle's thin lips open and close, in a trance.
361.
"... Hey, why are you hard again?"
"... the earbuds are leaking."
can i kiss you
362.
"You are so annoying to go."
Murong Jihua looked at the message from the terminal:
"Tonight is a temporary pass, let's celebrate?"
He Junle took off the earphones, recalling the crazy childish imitations at night, he felt funny and interesting, more fresh.
It is completely different from the breathless environment in the gang back then...
He smiled and punched him: "Stop making trouble, go to bed quickly."
"Master Ben refuses." Murong Jihua, who was lying on the bed with all his back, felt a burst of relief at this moment.
If this game really fails and I am free from now on, can I just lie in bed with He Junle like this every night
but…
Murong Jihua stared at the light-colored logo on the upper left of his field of vision, it had been quiet for a long time—
And he doesn't know whether this situation is optimistic, maybe it's broken, and he's free from now on, maybe the world will fix this bug in the next second, and he will return to the underworld from now on
I really want to have fun in time.
Here Murong Jihua is still having a headache over the big issue of life and death, while He Junle has already taken off his shirt, got under the quilt and opened the handheld terminal—
Listening to the familiar crazy output of 26 keys, Murong Jihua unconsciously recalled the first night between himself and He Junle.
That shameful, heart-pounding night of being "whoring for nothing".
How angry, are you planning to leave this young master and your three thousand beauties to talk about life again
This time, think about it beautifully!
363.
Murong Jihua pursed his lips, rolled and stuck He Junle on him. The other party's hand trembled in surprise, and the malicious CEO caught a glimpse of a little pink.
The pink girl's profile picture on the other party's chat interface was particularly eye-catching.
"Stop flirting with girls," he casually turned off He Junle's screen:
"Ben Shao spent so much money to hire you, will you accompany me?"
"Two big men, what are you doing with you? Fighting bayonets?"
He Junle couldn't help laughing. He had already felt that the CEO's attention points were sometimes unexpectedly weird.
Murong Jihua pointed at the terminal: "You didn't even release me from the blacklist, anyway, they are two people wearing pair rings, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
He Junle didn't speak, Murong Jihua continued talking to himself:
"Look at you, is this a big hidden danger? If the news of being hacked by hackers is publicized, how much trauma will it leave our pure love? Look again, you—"
"All right, all right, I'll pull you out."
He Junle rubbed his forehead with headache:
"Don't squeeze such a big bed on my side... It's late at night, you big man, why don't you give me such a bore, save it when you go out tomorrow—"
Murong Jihua got up suddenly, picked up He Junle's hands with one hand and fixed them on top of his head, and stretched out his index finger with the other to block his next words.
"That's impossible. How can I be as talented as your old man? I can learn everything at once?"
Murong Jihua smiled:
"If you don't cultivate your relationship much at night, how can you show it during the day, right?"
364.
Here I am now, at my command;
Underneath is an ambiguous lover. Before the sun rises, I only belong to myself.
—Murong Jihua was shocked by the sour words that popped out of his mind.
365.
Suddenly, his face dilated slightly in He Junle's constricted pupils:
"You stole a bargain from me when you were drunk, can I apply for compensation
— May I kiss you? "
366.
When Murong Jihua said this, he was three-point teasing, three-point careless, and three-point concealed sincerity.
Originally, he just wanted to tease his rival.
But at the moment when the words came out, I felt a real bullet of adrenaline to my heart.
It's over.
I might actually like him a little bit.
367.
During the 3 seconds of silence, Murong Jihua comforted himself, it’s okay, it’s okay, with this person’s three views that don’t match his own, this page will definitely be turned over by some sand sculptures—
"How many times have I told you I'm not a woman!"—he might say;
"Oh, it's okay, my brother and I often kiss and hug each other. It's okay, come on, go to bed after kissing"—he might also say that.
Either is fine.
As a result, the
He Junle raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled up, but there was neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.
Then he gave one of the answers that Murong Jihua didn't want to hear the most:
"Murong, you don't really like me, do you?"
368.
With just one glance, Murong Jihua was speechless.
He fucking doesn't agree with me! Can't you play cards out of routine like before
The blue-purple light of the logo in the upper left corner of the Earthling's field of vision flashed silently, and then disappeared quickly. But Murong Jihua couldn't distract himself from these things at this time.
A little closer, okay
It's just a play on the spot, a little bit of arrogance - okay
With a cautious mood, Murong Jihua's lips moved, and he said:
"Man, I am just a benefactor who is interested in you."
369.
"..."
"..."
"If you can't speak, don't speak."
He Junle said, but no anger could be seen on his face: