Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

This picture is really weird.

But maybe it was because this world was rather slow, or because of Guan Jue's absolute trust in Su Yue, Guan Jue did not immediately step forward to ask further questions.

The door was like an invisible boundary, separating them into one group: Su Yue and Zhou Zhi, and one group: Guan Jue.

This strange boundary slowly cracked until Su Yue stood up and blocked Zhou Zhi behind him.

Not sure whether he should say it or not, Zhou Zhi felt that this action had a deeper meaning.

It seemed like they had done something really wrong.

"Looking for something."

Zhou Zhi blinked and waited for a long time without any response. Then he realized that he had finished speaking.

It just...fits everyone's stereotype of him.

Little words and no logic.

Guan Jue also stared at him meaningfully.

"What are you looking for?"

Guan Jue's gaze became unfriendly, with a hint of H literature coming up.

His gaze became dangerous and sticky, and Zhou Zhi hid behind Su Yue again without leaving a trace.

Guan Jue didn't see it, but Su Yue felt her move. He didn't show any expression, but said matter-of-factly, "You asked me to come to see you late at night yesterday. You dropped something very important here."

Guan Jue knew Su Yue's personality. He was not talkative and was indifferent to people. So his son's cold expression was quite intimidating at this moment.

"That's right. I forgot."

His calm eyes stayed on Su Yue's face for a while, then quickly left and fell on Zhou Zhi.

Slimy, dangerous, unsettling.

"It's okay then. I misunderstood you."

That gaze only stayed on Zhou Zhi for a moment and then quickly left. He spoke so gently as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Su Yue shook his head: "There is something else."

Zhou Zhi tilted his head, really not understanding what else was going on.

Guan Jue also looked at him.

Su Yue took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Guan Jue.

“You haven’t transferred the money yet.”

Zhou Zhi was speechless.

A crack appeared on Guan Jue's face, but he still pulled up his lips and forced a smile.

"I was so busy that I forgot."

Su Yue nodded: "I'm free now, let's get married now."

Guan Jue had no choice but to transfer it to him.

"Okay?"

Su Yue received the money, and the smile on his face became sincere: "Okay, thank you."

"Then go ahead. We have something to talk about as husband and wife."

Su Yue's body stiffened slightly, but his expression remained calm: "Okay, I'll go first."

Guan Jue raised his chin and said, "Please close the door for me, thank you."

Even an outsider like Zhou Zhi felt that the word "thank you" was full of hidden meaning. She followed Guan Jue's gaze.

Su Yue pulled the door handle and looked in their direction. Zhou Zhi could feel in particular that when his eyes stayed on her, they moved quickly, but there seemed to be mist in his eyes. She curiously leaned inside, but all she saw was a blur.

"Goodbye."

This was the last sentence left by Su Yue.

When the door was closed and Guan Jue and Zhou Zhi were the only ones left in the room, Guan Jue's restrained arrogance suddenly burst out, and the smell that was emitted before something happened in the h text instantly drifted around, causing Zhou Zhi to look at him more.

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhou Zhi sat on the sofa, looking at Guan Jue who remained silent. She was the first to speak.

Guan Jue tugged at his tie and looked at Zhou Zhi with an unfriendly look.

"Don't try to get his idea."

Zhou Zhi thought he had heard wrongly.

"What did you say?"

Who are you targeting?

That Su Yue who seems like he can’t utter a single nice word all day?

"Don't play tricks on me. He's not someone you can afford to mess with."

Zhou Zhi thought there was something wrong with him.

"Please, when you have time, go to the hospital and check your brain, okay?"

Guan Jue stood up suddenly, with veins bulging on his forehead, and it was obvious that he was not feeling well.

It seemed like it would mutate in the next second.

"How dare you scold me?"

He suddenly raised his fist high, and the wind from his fist made his intention obvious.

Zhou Zhi narrowed his eyes.

He actually wants domestic violence? !

He is really relying on his slight physical advantage to do evil.

Zhou Zhi was very angry, and only the wooden shelf that was broken that day knew how devastating the consequences of her anger were.

Guan Jue curled up on the ground, and Zhou Zhi stared at him with a bad face. He had not put down the stick in his hand yet, and the blue veins on the back of his hand had not subsided yet.

"Vicious woman!"

Guan Jue moved to the side and tragically discovered that his arm seemed to be broken and it hurt a lot.

Zhou Zhi raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth and watched him fleeing like an ant, but he just walked forward leisurely.

"You know I'm vicious, but you still want to say harsh words in front of me? You even want domestic violence? Hmm? Talk?"

......

Since that day, Zhou Zhi hasn't seen Guan Jue for more than half a month.

The only result of this kind of disgraceful thing was that he had to swallow it. At that time, Guan Jue dared to raise his hand and hit people because he relied on the fact that everyone knew about it and dared not tell anyone about this embarrassing thing. But in the end, he ended up reaping the consequences.

As for where he found a tight-lipped doctor to treat his illness, Zhou Zhi didn't care at all.