Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

When Qiao Yu went upstairs, he pointed to nine o'clock, and the live broadcast switched to camera recording.

Netizens who did not see Jinchen eat this meal in person went to Weibo overnight, hoping to use fan fiction to help Qiao Yu fulfill his wish.

Jinchen returned to the car to get the gift for Qiao Yu. When he returned to the living room, he saw Ning Tong was there, chatting with Jin Lai.

To be more precise, he was trying to find out Jin Lai's identity in a way that he thought was inconspicuous.

But Jin Lai was also very smart. She almost asked Ning Tong how many boyfriends she had, and she didn't leak any of her personal information.

After Jin Lai finished asking, he immediately changed the subject: "Hey, aren't there two more guests? Why didn't I see them?"

Ning Tong smiled and explained: "Brother Chu helped me a lot on the date today. He might be tired and sleeping."

Xu Jia and Chen Cheng choked again.

Xu Jia put down the yogurt and said in a gentle voice: "Brother Hu is used to going to bed early at night. Over the years, Brother Chu and his biological clock are basically synchronized."

Chen Cheng nodded, snorted after a moment, and glanced at Xu Jia, "You do know Brother Hu."

Xu Jia: “…”

It's a bit too quick to change sides at the last minute.

Jinchen sensed that there was something behind their words, but he didn't take it seriously. When he was about to go upstairs, he saw Chen Cheng stand up.

"I'm hungry. Do you want to have a midnight snack? Let's make noodles together. There are still a few pounds of dough left in the kitchen."

Jinchen was surprised, "Why is it dough?"

Chen Cheng was happy, took out a bottle of drink, and leaned against the refrigerator to talk to him, "You don't know, Young Master Yun said he wanted to cook for you this afternoon, and he insisted on making dumplings. He knows the common sense of adding more water and flour, but he doesn't know how to control the amount."

He gestured with a gesture and smiled widely.

"There were three bags of flour, all of which were mixed by Qiao Yu."

Jinchen was stunned for a moment, "Dumplings made for me?"

But he clearly told Qiao Yu that he would have dinner outside today.

He couldn't help but think of Qiao Yu's previous "purposeful throwing himself into his arms" and his distressed expression as if the sky was falling when he failed to accomplish his goal.

Qiao Yu was not in the right state in the kitchen.

Jinchen's expression changed slightly and he went upstairs carrying the gift bag.

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I opened the bedroom door and saw that it was very dark with only a night light on.

Normally at this time, Qiao Yu would wash up early and curl up in bed to watch TV series or read scripts.

But tonight, it seemed as if Qiao Yu's words about being sleepy really came true. He was extremely quiet buried in the quilt.

But his acting skills of pretending to sleep were not good enough, especially in front of Jinchen, the movie emperor.

Jinchen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him quietly, then slowly raised his hand and gently stroked his cheek with his palm.

"Xiao Qiao."

He knew he hadn't slept.

Qiao Yu couldn't pretend anymore, he opened his eyes and looked at Jin Chen, his glass-like pupils covered with a thin layer of mist.

He has always been good at comforting himself, just like today at noon when he was too angry and everything was fine after a good sleep.

But we still ignore the impact of "like".

This is not something that can be solved by sleeping. Qiao Yu realized very clearly that his unhappiness was not because he had not completed the system task.

But I was jealous. Even though I was prepared, I still couldn't help feeling jealous.

Qiao Yu quietly stared at the person so close to him, subconsciously rubbed Jinchen's palm covering his cheek, and looked at him obediently and attentively. He no longer hid his depressed mood and showed it to Jinchen without reservation.

"Brother, I'm not happy."

Jin Chen responded softly, caressing the corner of Qiao Yu's lips with pity, "Is it because I didn't eat that dumpling? Will it... have any impact?"

Qiao Yu shook his head, half stood up, put his arms around Jin Chen's neck, and snuggled into his arms.

"It's not dumplings. I wanted to make them for you myself. You didn't know that. I won't blame you."

The thin pajamas transmitted Qiao Yu's warmth inside the quilt to Jin Chen, their skin touching.

Jin Chen hugged the slender waist in his arms, raised his head and rubbed Qiao Yu's soft hair, and said softly: "Why is that?"

"…I'm jealous."

Qiao Yu raised his head from his arms, staring at him with wet eyes without blinking, quietly tracing Jin Chen's outline in the dim light of the night light.

"If you eat with others, you won't eat with me anymore, and the same goes for other things."

"And... I can feel that you treat Jin Lai differently than you treat others."

"You would come upstairs to keep me company the past few nights, but tonight, with Jin Lai here, you let me go upstairs by myself."

Qiao Yu's voice was very soft, but each sentence was spoken fluently, which was something he had thought out during his time alone.

Seeing him being so frank, Jinchen actually felt relieved. He was not so nervous knowing that it would not have any impact.

Jin Chen nodded and kissed the corner of Qiao Yu's lips, wiping away the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, "It's not because Jin Lai is here, I'm going to the car to get you a gift."

"Jin Lai and I knew each other before, but the production crew didn't allow us to reveal his identity. However, I can assure Xiao Qiao that there will be no possibility of an ambiguous relationship between Jin Lai and me."

Qiao Yu was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Are Jin Lai and you like Chen Cheng?"

Then he doesn't need to be jealous.

Jinchen laughed: "Almost."

Being held in his arms, Qiao Yu felt softer than ever. All the uncomfortable things in his heart were answered. He slowly smiled and raised his head to kiss Jin Chen's face.

"That's where I misunderstood. I'm sorry."

"Silly words."

Jinchen tightened his hand around Qiao Yu's waist and pinched the tip of his nose, "Do you want to continue sleeping?"

Qiao Yu shook his head, "Actually, I couldn't sleep. I slept for a long time in the afternoon."

But then he thought again, he was no longer sleepy and there was no need to coax him anymore, so Jinchen continued to hold the computer and work.

They obviously didn't spend much time together today.

Qiao Yu then leaned back into his arms, pressed his forehead against his, and whispered, "But I'm still a little unhappy."

Jin Chen knew what Qiao Yu was thinking. He leaned against the head of the bed and stroked his back, wondering whether to ask Qiao Yu about his "purpose".

Of course he was happy to accept Qiao Yu's initiative, but if he was too late at certain times, like tonight, would it have a bad impact on Qiao Yu.

But I always feel that even if I bring it up, Qiao Yu may not be able to answer it. It is because he "can't" rather than he is unwilling.

So he could only wait until Qiao Yu felt he could speak.

Jin Chen didn't think about it any further and pinched Qiao Yu's earlobe, "Xiao Qiao, look up."

Qiao Yu sat up straighter, and the moment he raised his head, his chin was pinched and their lips touched.

Jinchen kissed lightly, rubbing gently, clearly feeling Qiao Yu's trembling. When he gradually got used to it, he suddenly kissed fiercely, sweeping across his lips and teeth almost like a plunderer.

The mist in Qiao Yu's eyes grew even thicker, and he whimpered softly, his breathing becoming disordered by this somewhat brutal kiss.

Like a lamb with its neck bitten, there is no escape.

But the lamb was a little too stupid. The hand on his shoulder didn't exert any strength at all. It didn't look like he was pushing away at all. Instead, it made it easier for the wolf to succeed.

After the kiss, Qiao Yu's whole body was extremely soft, and his bright red lips were like ripe cherries soaked in sugar water.

Jinchen pressed his lips, and the slightly hoarse voice made Qiao Yu even more dazed.

"A frank and good boy."

Qiao Yu's long eyelashes trembled, and she buried her face in Jin Chen's palm and rubbed it gently. An idea flashed through her hazy consciousness.

Jinchen's words seemed not only a compliment, but also a reminder.