The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

Fei Jueran's walking speed at this time was unprecedentedly slow, even slower than that of an eighty-year-old grandfather with limited mobility.

As a sentry, such a speed should have been a shame, but he didn't feel it at all and just walked out holding his young master's hand.

His brows were relaxed, with an obvious smile on the corners of his mouth, and his whole temperament was relaxed.

This is an expression that rarely appears after encountering misfortune in childhood.

If possible, Fei Jueran really wants to live like he is now, leisurely and beautifully until the end of his life.

Unfortunately, happiness is always short-lived.

No matter how hard he tried to delay time, he soon reached the side of the road.

The special car with the Lei Ze family logo remained parked there and did not leave.

Fei Jueran sighed and knocked lightly on the car window to remind him.

The drowsy driver woke up, and after some operations, the car was no longer locked.

Fei Jueran opened the car door with his free hand, and then put his hand on the car frame to prevent people from bumping into it.

The two were still holding hands, and the other showed no intention of letting go, so he certainly wouldn't take the initiative to mention it.

Su Muyu looked at his profile and always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It seemed like I had seen this scene countless times.

The alcohol-corroded brain began to feel excessive pain after being used for a while.

He simply stopped thinking about it.

But this kind of expression, in the eyes of others, will have a different meaning.

Fei Jueran just thought he was wondering why he had to enter this small space, so he patiently explained, "Master You, you can only go home if you sit on this."

The parents are so patient and persuasive, as if they are saying all kinds of nice things just to coax their children into taking medicine obediently.

Under the influence of the survival instinct, the idea of ​​playing a role has become deeply rooted.

Even at this time, Su Muyou subconsciously made actions that were consistent with the original owner's character.

He raised his chin slightly and snorted arrogantly, "I know."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his long legs and got into the car without saying a word.

The two were still holding hands, and Fei Jueran was pulled forward by his strength, luckily he didn't hit the car frame directly.

Although he hissed subconsciously, he still stubbornly did not let go.

God knows if there will be a next time after letting go?

Fei Jueran shook his head. This was just a burden in the sweetness that could be tolerated or even ignored.

He half bent down and got into the car.

But you can't pull his master's arm.

The driver slapped his face, cheered himself up and started the engine, completely unaware of anything wrong in the trunk.

Su Muyou lowered his head, and amid someone's nervousness, he stopped his gaze on the two people's clasped hands.

He did not feel any discomfort.

The other hand, which was slightly larger than his own, showed enough respect that he could easily break free if he didn't want to continue.

Su Muyou leaned back and relaxed, lowering his eyes, not paying any more attention to this intimacy that seemed to have crossed the line.

Because he has ice-attribute abilities, his body temperature is slightly lower than that of ordinary people.

The feeling of being wrapped in warmth is not bad.

The scenery outside the car window was moving backwards at a constant speed, and the stable car body did not aggravate the drunk person's discomfort.

Soon, the Lei Ze family was in sight.

Fei Jueran saw that his young master had his eyes closed, most likely he was asleep, so he didn't have the heart to wake him up.

He reluctantly let go of their clasped hands and delicately held the person in his arms.

The driver got out of the car carrying the person, with his jaw dropped in shock.

Before this, Fei Jueran had no experience of carrying someone in his arms like a princess.

Maybe I didn't do something well and there was a bumpy ride. Just as I sent the person back to the room, the person in my arms suddenly opened his eyes.

There was displeasure in those beautiful green eyes, and their presence was strong.

Fei Jueran froze and put the person on the bed with gritted teeth.

"Master You, do you want to take a shower first?" He smiled awkwardly, hoping for a lucky break and trying to divert the other person's attention.

Su Muyu narrowed his eyes dangerously and grasped the key point.

Young Master, yes, he is the Young Master now.

He leaned back slightly, supporting himself on the bed with his hands. Even though he was not as tall as Fei Jueran when he was sitting, he still stubbornly pointed his nose at the other person.

He slightly lifted one leg, and with a lazy voice like someone who had just woken up, he ordered confidently, "Take it off for me."

"Take it off? Take it off, take off what?" Fei Jueran almost bit his tongue.

He considered himself to be a clear-spoken, rational and calm person, but the power of these four simple words was so great that they turned him into a stutterer.

Su Muyou frowned.

How come you can’t even do such a small thing?

The leg that was already raised a little was now directly stepped on the other person's thigh, and said impatiently, "Shoes."

Just shoes?

The regret in his heart was very obvious. Fei Jueran resisted the urge to sigh and secretly cursed himself as a beast.

If you don’t take off your shoes, what else do you want to take off!

He immediately half-knelt down and placed his feet, which were originally on his thighs, on his knees so that the height would be more comfortable.

Although reason prevailed, Fei Jueran's tone still contained a hint of disappointment that he could not hide, "Oh..."

Su Muyou tilted his head, he still remembered who the person in front of him was.

The center of this world, the darling of heaven, and the extraordinary male protagonist in the script.

The man's desire to conquer is inexplicably satisfied, and his evil taste also arises.

He shook his feet and urged, "Hurry up."

"Okay, okay." Fei Jueran didn't seem annoyed at all.

Support his ankle with one hand and apply a little force with the other hand.

In less than a second, the shoe fell off the owner's feet under the action of external force.

His young master is totally different from other stinky men, he is exquisite from beginning to end.

Due to my physical condition, I don't sweat easily, so not only is there no odor, but there is also a faint scent of laundry detergent.

Fei Jueran did not have any psychological barriers, and even had the idea of ​​"asking him to take off the young master's shoes from now on."

Guaidongguai had just finished watching a variety show and was bored so he glanced at the progress in the real world and happened to see this scene.

Most people wouldn’t be able to stand being ordered to take off their shoes, right?

It was a little worried and quickly ran to the corner to take a look at the comfort meter.

I saw a prompt refreshed on it: "Ding, the male protagonist's happiness level +3."

Turn the hole and turn: “…” It’s unnecessary for it to do this!

I will never worry about this kind of thing again!

After complaining, Guaidongguai looked at Su Muyu with admiration again.

: As expected of his host, he can even grasp the abnormal psychology.