[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

The system reminder sound for live broadcast rewards kept ringing in Qi Heng's ears.

He was woken up by the sound, and when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the live broadcast screen in front of him.

Anonymous 120 user: Uncle Qi, Uncle Qi, Uncle Qi, you finally woke up! Song Yuyue, that @% is muted

Anonymous 100 users: Damn system, I seriously suspect that the system is deliberately punishing me by not allowing me to use the mall!

If I could use the mall... well, unfortunately there is no if (crying cat head)

After seeing the latest two comments, Qi Heng rubbed his brows and began to examine himself.

My eyes stopped at the ankle, an oval-shaped anklet, what was that?

Qi Heng's eyelids twitched, and his intuition told him that it was not a good thing.

Lift your foot, point the anklet at the live screen and ask "What is this?"

Live broadcast room—

Anonymous 8888 user: The material seems to be metal, and there is a blue light on the back. It’s not obvious but you can still see it if you look closely. Hmm... it’s a bit like a locator in the 21st century.

Anonymous 222 user: Yes, it should be the locator.

Qi Heng thanked him and stopped looking at the screen, fiddling with the things on his feet.

He smashed his anklet against the bedpost, only making a tiny scratch, as if he was just joking.

Qi Heng "..."

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. If you get angry and ruin your health, no one can replace you.

Song Yuyue...what is he thinking about?

Do you like a man in his thirties or almost forty?

What on earth is he thinking about?

Qi Heng ignored the pain in the back of his neck, stood up and staggered towards the full-length mirror, staring at the original owner's body intently.

His short hair, which reached the side of his neck, was now quite messy due to his previous journey; the thin layer of stubble on his chin, coupled with his unkempt hair, made him look like... a homeless person.

The facial features seem ordinary at first glance, but if you look closely you will find that it is a handsome and attractive face.

At least when he was almost 40, he didn't have the beer belly and greasy look that most middle-aged men have.

He's just a little depressed...

Was it me who brought decadence to the original owner's face?

Looks pretty good indeed?

No wonder Song Yuyue likes it.

Thinking of this, Qi Heng understood, but still couldn't understand why Song Yuyue, who was always surrounded by beautiful women, would like the original owner.

The audience in the live broadcast room asked him to turn around and look at his neck.

Qi Heng followed their wishes, and after seeing everything clearly, his expression suddenly became gloomy.

He remembered that these marks were not there before.

Click—

The door opened from the outside, and Song Yuyue stepped into the bedroom with a smile.

Following behind him was his personal bodyguard Li Jian, who kept his eyes down the entire time and never raised them.

"Uncle, what are you looking at? A kiss mark. Sorry, I didn't control my strength last night..."

I said sorry naturally, but unfortunately there was no trace of guilt in my tone.

Lightning tried to peek in from behind the door, but was led away by its keeper.

"Lightning, your master is busy. Come on, the sun is shining this afternoon, I'll take you for a walk in the woods."

"Hulu hulu..." Reluctantly, but had to compromise.

The appearance of lightning made Qi Heng's eyebrows relax slightly, and he barely controlled his tone.

“This is the 21st century, there are laws.

Song Yuyue, what are you doing? "

After he finished speaking, he pointed to his ankle, where there was a white ring-shaped object that was faintly flashing blue light.

The man's shirt fell to the ground.

He didn't like that dress because it smelled like Song Yuyue's.

I dislike this room even more. The whole room is filled with the smell of Song Yuyue.

Every time he breathed, the faint smell would enter his body, as if forcing Qi Heng to adapt and get used to it.

"Don't worry, uncle, I've already taken care of everything for grandma.

She thought her uncle had found a formal job under my name.

And I will live in the staff dormitory in the future and will not go back for the time being.

Uncle doesn't want Grandma Wang to worry, right?

My grandmother worked too much when she was young, so she looked healthy on the outside, but her body was actually already depleted.

The extreme joys and sorrows that normal elderly people can endure are extremely fatal to my grandmother.

Uncle, for the sake of grandma's health, shouldn't he do anything rash, right?"

The young man in a vest and suit walked up to Qi Heng and threatened him in the gentlest tone.

Qi Heng opened and closed his mouth, what Song Yuyue said was all true.

He grasped Qi Heng's weak spot.

"Brother Jian, give me the file."

Li Jian handed over the file bag and looked at Qi Heng with complicated expression.

Before taking the document, Li Jian opened it and checked it as usual, and thus saw the photos inside clearly.

He found it unbelievable, but also felt it was normal. Li Jian had encountered a pervert like Qi Heng who loved to take secret photos more than once when he was on a mission.

But when he thought that the person who pasted the employer's photos all over the room was Qi Heng, Li Jian couldn't calm down for a long time.

He really wanted to hear Qi Heng deny it, deny that he was the one who built the entire wall. As long as he denied it, Li Jian would believe it, without any reason.

When the mission is over, he will find a way to rescue Qi Heng, send him and his grandmother abroad to hide, and then return home after a few years.

"Uncle Qi, these photos were taken by Yu Bai and Meng Zhou when they found them in your bedroom.

Uncle really likes me and is crazy about me."

Song Yuyue took out the photos and showed them to Qi Heng one by one.

The young man's earlobes were burning hot, his light black to gray pupils were slightly narrowed, his lips were curved into a beautiful arc, and he stared at Qi Heng with a smile.

"The photo... was taken by me."

Li Jian clenched his fists and veins bulged on the back of his hands.

"I did like you before, very, very much. I couldn't eat if I didn't take secret photos of you for a day."

Song Yuyue's smile widened.

Li Jian's clenched hands were powerless to loosen.

“But now I don’t like you very much.

Let me out, I will never harass you or take pictures of you again.

I will never go to the College of St. Philosophy to cause you any trouble again.

I will pretend nothing happened and will not call the police.

I swear to you, if not, we will sign a guarantee.

Of course, if you don't agree, whether you believe it or not, I will do everything I can to escape from here and take revenge on you!"

Qi Heng's tone was very aggressive.

In his eyes, Song Yuyue is still a student, and no matter how much he likes her, there will always be a limit.

He is a public figure and definitely cares about his reputation.

When he realized that what he caught was not a sheep, but a gray wolf that could go crazy at any time.

For Song Yuyue, the safest way is to send Gray Wolf free before any accidents happen.

Or kill the wolf...

Song Yuyue paused and remained silent for a long time.

Those eyes traced Qi Heng's eyebrows aggressively.

The smile faded and became expressionless.

Song Yuyue, who no longer smiles, always gives Qi Heng a sense of danger.

"Brother Jian, please go out and close the door. I need to talk to Uncle Qi alone.

The photos are left here, along with the camera in my uncle’s backpack.”

"Yes." Li Jian raised his head and looked deeply at Qi Heng who was about to be forced into a corner by Song Yuyue.

He pursed his lips tightly and finally retreated.