Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

In the bathroom, Shuangyu was able to turn a blind eye to the dog gnawing marks on his body. He put on his bathrobe and was about to dry his hair when the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, the waiter pushed the dining cart and looked at him with a smile: "Sir, the gentleman who lives with you ordered lunch for you. Because he doesn't know when you will wake up, he asked us to knock on the door every hour. .”

"Thank you."

Shuangyu motioned to the other party to bring the dining car in, feeling in her heart that crazy people are quite good at taking care of others.

In this regard, there are similarities with Shi Heng.

During the time they lived in the same dormitory, Shi Heng took very good care of him.

Maybe if he knew that he was an omega, he would feel extra pity for him.

Three meals a day are prepared for him. If he types code and writes programming at night, no matter how late he stays up, Shi Heng will stay with him and prepare midnight snacks for him.

Ever since Shi Heng moved into the dormitory, Shuang Yu had lived the life of a young master with clothes on his hands and food on his hands, and he had been well served by him.

The human heart is fleshy.

Although he was a ghost and not a human being, he was still deeply moved.

Now, he no longer regards Shi Heng as an outsider.

Except for the mental illness that harassed him from time to time, his life was considered peaceful and peaceful.

Coincidentally, the meals that Madman ordered for Shuangyu were all his favorites.

"Strange, how does a pervert know what I like to eat? Isn't it just another coincidence?"

There was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, and he suddenly thought that Feng Yan in the previous world also knew his taste very well.

"Xiao Ai, do you think there is a high chance that the Great God and I will meet many times in the small world?"

He had some doubts that the lunatic might be Feng Yan from the previous world!

[Well, it’s very small, and it’s not a bad fate. How can we keep encountering it? Don’t think too much, Mr. Ghost. Maybe it’s just your magnetic field that easily attracts perverts? 】

Xiao Ai calmly said calmly.

Also... maybe I'm overthinking it.

Shuangyu shook his head, no longer entangled.

While enjoying the delicious food, my cell phone rang.

The person who called him was not Ji Weiheng, but Yan Lan.

Raising an eyebrow, Shuangyu answered the phone.

"Xiaoyu, how have you been lately? You haven't been back for a long time. Recently, Mianmian's child has been away from home all day, and no one is with me at home. Can you come back and have a meal with me?"

Yan Lan's somewhat stiff voice sounded.

Ah.

Did Ji Weiheng, an old guy, send Yan Lan here specifically for fear that he would not keep his appointment?

Shuangyu raised her eyebrows but did not refuse: "Okay, Auntie, I'll be back this afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Lan breathed a sigh of relief and looked timidly at her husband: "Xiaoyu agreed."

"That bastard lacks love. He always likes to eat your cooking. You will cook two of your specialty dishes tonight. Look more natural to me. If you spoil my plan, I will beat you to death!"

Ji Weiheng narrowed his eyes and warned.

The latter did not dare to refute, nodded timidly, and went to the kitchen.

In the hotel, Shuangyu snapped his fingers, and a stack of photos appeared in his hand.

Putting those photos into the gift box, he raised a meaningful smile on his lips.

It's rare for them to be so enthusiastic as a couple, so let's give them a big gift each!

Shuangyu lazily got up and prepared to change clothes and go out.

[Master Kisashi, since you can use magic, why don't you use magic to deal with the pervert? 】

Xiao Ai suddenly issued another soul torture.

Shuangyu: "..."

He really wanted to.

But he was also afraid that the master would find trouble later.

The first level of officialdom is overwhelming, and he doesn't want to experience what it's like to be laid off.

Besides, his meager magic power may not be effective against these great gods. In the last world, his attempt to erase Feng Yan's memory failed.

Compared to mana, fists may be more effective.

[Then the question is, what should we do if we don’t use mana and can’t beat the opponent with our fists? 】

Xiao Ai asked again.

"What do you think?"

Shuangyu gritted her teeth and asked.

[A cool song for you, Mr. Ghost!The cool moonlight makes me miss you like a river...]

A fifty-cent version of fireworks special effects suddenly began to bloom in his mind, and Xiao Ai's tone-deaf singing voice rang out.

Without hesitation, he locked Xiao Ai into the dark room again.

Well, my ears are clean, which is great.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Shuangyu arrived at Ji Weiheng's home on time.

"Xiaoyu, here you go, come in quickly, there's only one more dish to go and the meal will be served. Please sit down for a while."

Yan Lan enthusiastically invited him into the room, took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet and knelt on the floor to change them for him.

"No, aunt, I can just do it myself. This is my gift to you. I got it through hard work. Aunt, don't tell uncle."

Shuangyu declined her service and handed over the gift in his hand with a bright smile.

He has no feelings for this woman.

Yan Lan never abused the original owner.

She was just doing nothing for herself.

She has always been disliked and beaten by her husband because of her beta status. She has long been transformed into a pleaser personality by the CPU. Her husband and children are her god.

Ji Weiheng and Ji Mian didn't want to see the original owner. Although she felt guilty, she would never offend the father and son because of him, an outsider.

At this moment, Yan Lan, looking at the sincere smile on Shuang Yu's face, suddenly felt extremely guilty.

Will she... continue to make mistakes again and again?

She used to stand by and watch, but now, is she even going to become his executioner?

"Auntie, did uncle hit you again?"

Shuangyu saw something wasn't right about her expression and asked with a worried look on her face.

Because of the resentment of her husband and son, no one had cared about Yan Lan for a long time. His concern only made her feel more guilty.

"Xiaoyu, you, you go back..."

Yan Lan quickly glanced at the location of the elevator like a thief, and looked anxious as she was about to push Shuangyu out.

"Auntie?"

Shuangyu showed a puzzled expression.

"Xiao Yu is here?"

At the top of the stairs, Ji Weiheng's gloomy voice sounded.

Yan Lan was startled, turned pale and said, "Husband."

"How do you do things? Xiaoyu didn't even notify me when he came back!"

Ji Weiheng seemed to have guessed what she wanted to do, his face was cold and his eyes were full of warning.

Yan Lan swallowed her saliva in shock, turned around and ran towards the opposite direction of the kitchen: "I, I'm going to see if the last soup is ready."

"Auntie, a gift."

Shuangyu prompted with a smile.

"You kid, you're just here, why don't you buy any gifts? The money you make from dancing every day is not even enough to pay for your father's medical expenses."

Ji Weiheng sneered, seemingly concerned, but actually mocking.

"I don't want my dad to be hospitalized anymore. I can't keep bothering you, uncle."

Shuangyu showed a faint smile and said.

"Your stutter?!"

Ji Weiheng looked surprised. He was more concerned about Ji Shuangyu's condition than the half-dead vegetative state. After all, he was the best cash cow in his hands!

"I don't know what happened, but it suddenly got better."

Shuangyu smiled silly and touched the back of his head naively.

"It's better if you don't stutter, it's more enjoyable to scream..."

Ji Weiheng raised a meaningful smile on his lips and murmured softly.

He likes to see that defective products will only sell for a higher price if their flaws are gone.