I was pampered after my fake marriage with the president

Huang Yao's cell phone was taken away, he looked up, and saw Zuo Fan said to the other end of the phone with a blank face: "Every time you spread gossip, my sex life with Jian Xun will be disturbed, you Can you check it out?"

Jian Xun was in a hurry and stood up suddenly: "What sex life! Where did the sex life come from! There is no such thing as a sex life!"

Lin Zejing hung up the phone without saying a word.

Half an hour later, he rang the doorbell of Sashige's house with a dark face.

Huang Yao listened to the knock on the door, as if the god of death was knocking on the door.

He hugged Jian Xun tightly: "Xiao Xun Xun save me, I'm going to die in the wilderness today..."

Zuo Fan carried Huang Yao to the door like a chicken, and said to the dark-faced Lin Zejing, "I'll give it to you, take care of him."

Huang Yao innocently asked Zuo Fan: "What did I do wrong?"

Zuo Fan smiled kindly at him: "Today you hugged Jian Xun for eight minutes and 49 seconds, rested your head on his shoulder seventeen times, buried him on his chest No.15 times, touched his face thirteen times... ...I have tolerated you for a long time."

Huang Yao was speechless, and stayed for a long while, secretly stunned——Damn, this terrifying possessiveness.

Lin Zejing grabbed Huang Yao by the back collar, like a parent of a child apologizing to the class teacher, forced Huang Yao to bow to him, said: "Excuse me," and dragged Huang Yao away.

Jian Xun walked over worriedly: "Is there something wrong with Huang Yao?"

Zuo Fan squinted at him: "What do you think will happen?"

"I don't know... maybe...the wages will be deducted?"

Zuo Fan chuckled, lowered his head and bit Jian Xun's earlobe: "You are too naive."

Jian Xun looked at him vigilantly: "What are you doing in broad daylight?"

Zuo Fan put his arms around his waist: "I want to do a lot of things, are you sure you want to listen?"

"... Forget it, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Jian Xun felt that Zuo Fan had completely turned into a thick-skinned old beast since the secret was revealed.

"Go to your friend's house today and bring back your luggage, okay?" Zuo Fan asked.

"luggage?"

"Shouldn't you move back in?"

"Oh..." Jian Xun then remembered that his luggage was still at Li Zhenran's house. "good."

"From now on, won't you sleep in the guest room?" Zuo Fan hugged him tightly.

Jian Xun's ears were a little red: "...it depends on my mood."

Zuo Tian coughed from behind: "Hello? Your sister and I are still here."

Zuo Fan clasped the top of Zuo Tian's head with his backhand, turned her face away, then lowered his head and kissed Jian Xun.

Zuo Tian: ...

damn it.

Smelly old man.

Sitting in Lin Zejing's car, Huang Yao was listless like a frost-beaten eggplant all the way.

It wasn't until the brakes sounded in his ears that he realized that the car had stopped at the door of his apartment.

Lin Zejing dragged him out of the car, took him to the door, and said in a cold voice, "Password."

Lin Zejing had never been to Huang Yao's apartment, this apartment was assigned by the company to its artists.

The few who are not popular all live together. Huang Yao is more popular now, so he can enjoy a single apartment.

Huang Yao pressed the combination lock slowly, and opened the door: "What are you doing? You want to come in for a visit?"

Lin Zejing stepped on his noble leather shoes and walked in. Looking around, there were half-assembled Lego pieces scattered all over the floor. There was a huge projection screen on the wall. The game interface stopped at "failure". Tossed on the couch, besides, it's all comic books.

The bed was messed up, the quilt was not folded, and the sheets were turned up crookedly. For Lin Zejing, who has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, it was simply unsightly.

This apartment is completely like a little boy's room, if it is not said that it belongs to Huang Yao, no one can associate them together.

However, Huang Yao, who has lost his status as an idol, is indeed just a big boy. If he hadn't been pulled to become a star, he would be at the age of college now.

Seeing that Lin Zejing didn't speak, Huang Yao sat silently on the sofa, pretending to flip through a comic book, and sneaking a peek at the boss from time to time: "I don't have anything to entertain you here, you should leave after checking."

Just as Lin Zejing was about to say something, he suddenly received a call from his manager NIKo. The manager said anxiously: "Ah Yao didn't come to the dance studio again. The dance teacher waited for a long time and left angrily. Look for him everywhere. Not to him..."

"I see." Lin Zejing glanced at Huang Yao and said to the other end of the phone, "I'll take care of it."

He hung up the phone, and walked towards Huang Yao step by step. The sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor made Huang Yao dare not look up, and he cursed inwardly—fuck, these unrecognizable steps are over.

Lin Zejing looked at him condescendingly, and his tone was not very good: "The Korean dance teacher specially hired by the company rehearsed for you, and you let him go more than once. Do you know how difficult it is to hire this teacher, Huang Yao, Am I pampering you too much? Hmm? Am I signing an artist, or offering an ancestor?"

Huang Yao's knuckles turned white while holding the comic book, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Do you think I want to be an entertainer?" He was also wronged, "Without you, I would work in a small restaurant, eat and drink every day as an ordinary person, work during the day, cook skewers at night, don't need to cover my face when I go out, and don't need to hide from the paparazzi... much Shuang, why do you think I came all the way here to be an artist?"

Lin Zejing stopped talking.

Huang Yao stared at him with his beautiful eyes: "Garbage boss, you know how to exploit labor all day long. I worked so hard to make money for you, but you turned around and kept a little boy, and said that your house has never been lived in." , made me seem so special, but I was immediately photographed with Xiao Xianrou spending the night at your house, I think the key to your house is held by the trainees of the company!"

The arc of Lin Zejing's face was tense, as if he was biting his back molars.

Huang Yao grabbed the Entertainment Weekly newspaper and pointed to the photo of Xiao Xianrou on it: "I said why don't you want to see me, so you like flirtatious, unbuttoned shirts and untied belts are your favorite, right? Lin Papi, I want to terminate the contract! I want to terminate the contract even if I lose everything!"

Lin Zejing took a step forward, squeezed his chin, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You want to terminate the contract? What do you use to terminate the contract?"

"I'm going to borrow money from Mr. Fan! Mr. Fan is cold and kind-hearted. I beg him a few times and he will still lend me. Unlike you, from the outside to the inside, it is ice and hard. Your heart It's as hard as a rock! I really followed you blindly!" Huang Yao turned his face away, and two red marks were immediately left on his fair face.

"Did I get too used to you recently?" Lin Zejing took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Then you terminate the contract with me!" Huang Yao became angry, and threw the entertainment newspaper in his hand on Lin Zejing, and the newspaper flew away and landed at Lin Zejing's feet.

Lin Zejing stood there without saying a word, even though he threw the paper all over him like this, he didn't move a bit, but Huang Yao woke up suddenly, he looked at Lin Zejing and shut his mouth.

He felt that Lin Zejing should be angry.

He takes himself too seriously, no matter what, he is just a tool to make money after all.

"Have you vented enough?" Lin Zejing bent down indifferently, picked up the newspapers on the floor, folded them and put them on the sofa.

Huang Yao didn't say anything.

"Aren't you good enough for you?" Lin Zejing looked at him with dark eyes, "You don't like the mv director, I'll change it for you, if you go to Zuo Fan's house, I'll end it for you, you want to drink, I will give you the keys to the house, and you can drink the wine in my wine cabinet, is there a better boss than me in the world?"

Huang Yao clenched his sleeves tightly and said in a low voice, "You know that what I want is not these..."

"Then what do you want?"

Huang Yao raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, and the two of them just looked at each other...

Huang Yao moved his lips, and there was an inexplicable stubbornness in his eyes: "Are you sure we want to talk about this?"

Lin Zejing's pupils trembled slightly, and then he seemed to think of something, his aura was a little less oppressive, he swayed and sat on the sofa.

"What are you afraid of?" Huang Yao pressed over, grabbing the collar of his suit with both hands, "You know what I'm thinking, you've always known it, right?"

He straddled Lin Zejing, his eyes were red with anger, and his fingers were trembling.

Lin Zejing looked away.

Huang Yao bit his lower lip and cursed: "Coward." He let him go and sat back.

Lin Zejing said, "Huang Yao, you want too much."

Huang Yao shook his whole body, left the sofa, climbed onto the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and made a gesture of refusing to communicate.

Lin Zejing didn't move on the sofa: "You can't make trouble like this every time, I have a bottom line."

"..."

"I'm leaving, remember to go to class in the afternoon."

"..."

In the darkness separated by the quilt, Huang Yao heard the door open and then close.

The room fell into silence, and there was no breath of another person.

He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

"Idiot, I never ask for much."