Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Xing Chen stammered, "You can't say that. There are some movements that you can't control."

Yu Lao nodded: "That's true."

He pinched Xingchen's lower back, lifted the corner of his clothes with his fingertips and reached inside.

The hot palm burned the skin on his lower back, making Xing Chen feel as if it was a branding iron, and his breathing unconsciously became heavier.

"Not funny."

Yu Lao spoke in a sighing voice into Xing Chen's ear, the hot air spreading on Xing Chen's earlobe, causing him to tremble uncontrollably again.

Xing Chen wanted to die.

He now had no idea why this body was so sensitive.

I don’t know if it’s because his original physique was like this, or if it’s because he transformed into Gu Xingchen.

Anyway, it's a complete disgrace.

"Yu Lao, you, you let go."

"Not loose."

"Be gentle, my bones are about to break... Stop pinching me, you bastard Yu Lao, you're hurting me."

Xing Chen couldn't escape, and couldn't stop scolding. Yu Lao ignored his struggle, tilted his head, took his earlobe in his mouth, and teased him a little bit.

Xing Chen’s soul was about to leave his body.

"You, you, you, let me go!"

Yu Lao bit his ear and chuckled softly.

"Poor little thing, why are you shaking like this?"

Xing Chen leaned back with his entire weight resting on the treadmill control console. After Yu Lao let go of him, he almost slipped off.

Yu Lao got off the treadmill, stood on the ground and looked at him, with an unstoppable smile in his eyes.

"Okay, half an hour is up, just jog slowly."

After saying that, he turned around and went out.

out?

out!

He just went out like that!

Xing Chen, who was still hanging on the treadmill and was almost collapsed by his teasing, does this count as killing without burying?

Do you have any professional ethics?

He slid down and sat on the treadmill, holding his head in his hands, feeling extremely irritated both physically and mentally.

Being a human being is such a pain.

I encountered inhuman things everywhere.

When Xing Chen walked out of the equipment room, Yu Lao was sitting on the sofa reading a script. Hearing Xing Chen's footsteps, Yu Lao cast a meaningful look at his waist.

That look almost made Xing Chen jump up again.

He was so angry that he picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it at Yu Lao.

"Look there! Who told you to look around?"

Yu Lao raised his hand to catch the pillow and held it in his arms.

He looked at Xing Chen with that abstinent and cold face and spoke calmly.

"Xing'er, it's your own fault that you don't have enough self-control."

Xing Chen's hand that was reaching for another pillow suddenly froze.

It was as if he was suddenly immobilized by a spell and stopped there in a ridiculous movement.

Slowly, slowly he raised his eyes.

"What did you call me?"

The originally leisurely atmosphere between the two of them suddenly changed.

Yu Lao looked at his reaction, and his mind suddenly appeared with his back, showing him sitting alone on the edge of the cliff, and later curled up in the blue fluorescent flowers.

He saw so clearly the jealousy growing wildly in his chest.

Did the person you have always missed call you like this before?

The relatives who left...

What kind of relationship could make you subconsciously hesitate and say the word "relatives" with difficulty?

Yu Lao narrowed his eyes slightly, then spoke calmly.

"Xing'er."

Xing Chen turned his head abruptly, as if he was extremely resisting this title.

"Don't call me that!"

Yu Lao noticed that he said "you" and said, "Don't call me like that."

Obviously, this title belongs to someone else.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Yu Lao's lips.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"I do not like."

It was only then that Xing Chen realized that he was still bending over to pick up the pillow. He threw the pillow away, turned into the bedroom and closed the door.

In the living room, Yu Lao's face was full of frost.

Xing Chen closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly slid down to the ground.

When he was a child, he always complained that he grew too slowly and hoped that he could grow up quickly.

But when I really grew up, everything was completely different from what I expected.

It was obvious that when he was a child, he could act like a spoiled brat and make that person's face soften and coax him in a gentle voice to be good.

When I grew up, I could no longer hear it.

It was as if time had drawn a galaxy between them. Xuanluo stood there coldly, and Xingchen could no longer stand beside him.

In his memory, he always seemed to see his master wearing the flowing white robe when he left.

They drifted apart.

Xingchen sat on the ground and closed his eyes gently.

He is different from other gods. They have tangible bodies and are born and raised by nature.

He is not.

He was just a gray shadow in the sea of ​​stars, and was nurtured by the Lord God Xuanluo for a hundred years before he took shape.

Gratitude, affection and respect are engraved in Xingchen's bones from birth.

That year, Xuan Luo died suddenly. He didn't know if it was because they had been one for a hundred years, but he could vaguely feel that Xuan Luo's soul did not perish among the stars.

So for hundreds of years, he has been suppressing the gods from selecting a new main god, telling them that Xuan Luo will definitely come back, and then he has been running around looking for him non-stop.

In just a hundred years, the disappointment has grown.

But no matter what, he will never give up.

Outside the door, Yu Lao stood not far away, looking at the bedroom door quietly.

For a moment, he was glad that when Xing Chen wanted to hide away alone, he subconsciously walked into their bedroom.

He didn't seem to mind his own aura invading his personal space.

But this relief was soon overshadowed by overwhelming jealousy.

How could he care so much about others?

The only person he cares about most is himself.

Yu Lao wanted to take away all his love and force his eyes to look only at herself.

The cell phone rang suddenly in the living room.

Because he had finished his work early, he reminded Ning Yu before coming back that the previous work arrangements remained unchanged.

The whole day should be free today. If anything happens, Ning Yu will try to deal with it. The phone shouldn't ring at this time.

Yu Lao walked over and took a look at his phone.

The call was from Ning Yu, and he pressed the answer button.

"Brother Lao, I'm about to board the plane, and I think I should call you first to report.

The deaths of Wen Yu and Yang You caused a great shock on the Internet. Someone followed the clues and exposed Gu Xingchen and Yang You’s seven-year relationship. Photos of Gu Xingchen at the hospital were also posted online.

Even indecent photos of Gu Xingchen and Wen Yu were leaked, and the news of the love triangle spread like wildfire.

Now fans have made a joint request online, saying that the deaths of Yang You and Wen Yu are not that simple and they are demanding that the truth be uncovered.”

“Has the trending search been removed?”

Yu Lao asked as he strode towards the study.

"It has been removed all the time, and many related entries have been bombed, but the number of reposts and discussions is too high, and now there is a lot of condemnation online for removing the trending search."

Yu Lao turned on the computer and quickly moved the mouse to browse the relevant pages.

He clicked on a post at random and saw the indecent photos of Xing Chen and Wen Yu in the comment section below.

In the photo, Wen Yu was lying on the ground with a flushed face, and Xing Chen was hurriedly pulling his pants.