The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Deng Shentong turned the pen several times with his slender fingers, thinking, why not just fill in "chaos" directly?

When the time comes, I will help Zhang Yi apply to the Shengjing District. Such an unpopular code name will not be snatched away by others.

Thinking of this, Deng Shentong couldn't help but nodded, but just after a moment, he suddenly changed his mind, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a sly smile.

He put the pen on the table, turned his head and said to Deng Yuanbo: "Zhang Yi doesn't have a code name yet, I have to discuss it with him first."

Hearing this, Deng Yuanbo, who was dozing in the chair, opened one eye and glanced at him:

"No code name yet? I thought you two had everything ready, just waiting for an old man like me to register you."

Deng Shentong paused for a moment, then stood up straight and smiled calmly, "Uncle, please stop joking. It's time to discuss serious matters."

Deng Yuanbo shook his chair and laughed:

"Look how anxious you are. I don't know what's going on between you two. You should also take care of that Zhang Yi. Don't act like Sima Zhao's intention is known to the whole world."

Deng Shentong shook his head helplessly and rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

If he could control himself, Deng Yuanbo wouldn't have to go through all this trouble.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open and Zhang Yi rushed in.

Originally he hadn't planned to come up, but these old guys had cast a deep shadow on him. If he didn't come here in person, he didn't know what changes would happen here.

What if Deng Yuanbo instigated Deng Shentong to not want him anymore? Zhang Yi rushed into the elevator in a rush.

As soon as Zhang Yi entered the room, he saw Deng Yuanbo's half-smile and Deng Shentong's slightly helpless face, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He brushed his bangs twice and asked cautiously, "Am I here at the wrong time?"

Deng Shentong shook his head and was about to speak, but Deng Yuanbo spoke first: "Hey, Xiao Zhang, you came just in time. We were just talking about your code name."

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up. Since there was an operation code name, it meant that Deng Yuanbo agreed to let him join the God Team.

He asked hurriedly, "How is it, Captain? Have you decided?"

Deng Shentong shrugged, "Not yet. I said I wanted to discuss it with you. Uncle is teasing us here."

Deng Yuanbo sneered and snorted, "I'm not joking at all. I just see through it but won't say it out loud."

When Zhang Yi heard this, he straightened his back. He didn't feel embarrassed at all and looked very proud.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely behave well."

He was not at all shy and started shouting right after Deng Shentong.

Seeing his smug expression, Deng Yuanbo couldn't help rubbing his brows and sighing in his heart, wondering how his cabbages could be eaten up by such a thing.

Deng Shentong coughed lightly and changed the subject: "I have the list of currently available code names here, come over and choose one yourself."

Zhang Yi nodded. As soon as he moved closer, Deng Yuanbo seemed to be unable to bear to watch any longer. He stood up and stretched.

"You two can discuss it slowly. I'll lend you the office, and an old man like me won't get involved."

“However, there are surveillance cameras here.”

As he said this, he walked towards the door. Before leaving, he gave the two of them a meaningful look, leaving Deng Shentong and Zhang Yi in the room. The atmosphere became a little subtle.

Zhang Yi scratched his head and broke the silence: "Who cares if there is surveillance..."

Deng Shentong felt speechless. From what he said, why did he seem to be feeling a little lost?

After saying that, Zhang Yi moved closer to look at the code name list. Deng Shentong stood aside with his arms folded, looking at him quietly.

"How about still calling it Chaos? I've seen that this code name is still available. I'll ask my uncle to apply for it for you." Deng Shentong spoke suddenly.

Zhang Yi turned his head abruptly, only to see a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with the corners of the eyes raised very beautifully, but it was not entirely coquettish, but rather an indescribable coldness.

He suddenly felt a chill on his back and had a feeling that something disturbing was waiting for him.

The two of them maintained this posture and looked at each other silently. Some fragments of memory flashed back in their minds. Zhang Yi clutched the list in his hand, and his eyes slowly became a little playful.

So this is ah.

Everything happened in a flash. Before Deng Shentong could react, he felt an irresistible force on his wrist. The man in front of him had thrown away the list and pushed him down on the desk.

During the struggle, several pens rolled to the ground, making a rolling sound.

Deng Shentong quickly propped himself up, but the opponent's physique was too oppressive. He had to tighten his waist and abdomen and keep leaning back to get a chance to catch his breath.

At this moment, a big hand climbed onto his lower back and pulled him closer.

Zhang Yi came very close, so close that each other's eyebrows and eyes were particularly clear. He traced Deng Shentong's outline with his eyes and spoke slowly:

"Deng Shentong, I have never asked you why you still remember the past?"

Deng Shentong raised his eyebrows: "I thought you didn't care about this."

Six hundred and sixty-six. Salt is no longer salty.

Zhang Yi lowered his head and rubbed the part of his chest exposed by the collar of his shirt. The trimmed hair was a bit prickly. Deng Shentong groaned and couldn't help but reached out to push it, but it didn't move at all.

Zhang Yi curled his lips, seeming satisfied with this childish revenge: "How could I not care? Every time I see your knowing-it-all look, I get upset, as if everything is under your control and I'm just a pawn in your plan."

Deng Shentong struggled slightly but failed to break free. He sighed helplessly and said, "Some things cannot be forgotten just because you want to."

After that, he tilted his head, blinked playfully, and showed a nice smile: "Don't you want to be my chess piece?"

Zhang Yi's eyes flickered. It was he who said that he would do whatever Deng Shentong asked... But that was not right. He couldn't get away with it like this.

Then, he held Deng Shentong's waist more firmly, and the distance between them became infinitely close:

"Then why did you pretend to love me before? Even if you scolded me and retaliated against me... I admit it. I am the one who let you down."

"But you can't, give me hope, trample into the mud again."

His voice trailed off.

Deng Shentong freed one hand, poked the forehead of the man in front of him, and said calmly: "Okay Zhang Yi, you have to have some shame. I think you are getting too aggressive. Get out of here now."

oppressive rule?

Hasn't this mad dog done enough to me? It's just a small punishment, but he still feels wronged.

The handsome features on Zhang Yi's face wrinkled instantly, like a wronged dog that had lost its home, and he muttered:

"Deng Shentong, you deceived me so badly, don't deceive me again in the future."

Deng Shentong sneered and thought that he was living too well.

He narrowed his eyes, smiled slightly, and hooked his finger at Zhang Yi: "Okay, come closer to my ear, I promise you."

Zhang Yi moved closer with full anticipation, a pair of graceful lips opened and closed, and the hot and moist breath fell on his ears.

The next second, cold words instantly shattered his beautiful fantasy:

"Use your pig brain more often, and you won't be deceived."

Zhang Yi's eyes widened, and he instantly became angry and embarrassed. He turned his head, grabbed the back of Deng Shentong's head, and took advantage of that mouth that was as sharp as a knife.

Deng Shentong struggled hard, but was bitten unexpectedly. In pain, he pushed the person away for a distance.

"Are you crazy? There are surveillance cameras here!"

He cursed with red eyes before he could even catch his breath.

Zhang Yi ignored him and turned a deaf ear to Deng Shentong's scolding. He inserted his fingers into the snow-white hair and deepened the retaliatory kiss once again.

The weight of the two struggling adult men made the expensive mahogany desk in the commander-in-chief's office creak. Deng Shentong had to support himself with his elbows to gain leverage, and in a panic he knocked over a stack of printed paper.

Dozens of snow-white papers fell to the ground with a rustling sound, like a pile of unfinished poems. Amidst the absurdity, there was actually some romance.

The man's kiss came like a violent storm, carrying with it an emotion that had been suppressed for a long time.

Deng Shentong struggled for a few times, but finally gave up resistance.

He knew that this was Zhang Yi's personality. Once he made up his mind about something, it would be difficult for him to change it.

"Zhang Yi, calm down. If there is surveillance, wait until you get home."

Deng Shentong finally found an opportunity and said while panting.

Zhang Yi seemed to be finally satisfied and raised his head, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, like a big-tailed wolf who had succeeded.

"I'm calm." Zhang Yi said, "I just... want you to love me a little more."

Deng Shentong fell silent for a moment. Zhang Yi felt a little uneasy. He quietly observed the other party's reaction.

After a moment, Deng Shentong turned his head as if he was fleeing in panic, and uttered in a hoarse voice: "Nonsense..."

Although he moved very quickly, Zhang Yi still caught a glimpse of a suspicious blush on that cold profile.

He instantly became beaming with joy. It seemed that his captain still cared about him.

"Ouch!"

Before Zhang Yi's smug smile could fully spread, he received a slap on the forehead.

Deng Shentong took the opportunity to stand up straight, and slowly straightened his messed-up clothes. He said calmly, "Don't forget your business. Clean up this place yourself later, or uncle will skin us both alive."

Zhang Yi rubbed his forehead and chuckled, then squatted down and carefully cleaned up the mess.

Deng Shentong sat down on the sofa for entertaining guests, holding the list, and knocked on the coffee table with his other hand: "How about it, have you thought of a code name?"

Zhang Yi finished packing, clapped his hands and stood up. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I've thought about it just now."

"Oh?" Deng Shentong raised his eyebrows, "Point it out."

Zhang Yi walked around the coffee table and went straight to Deng Shentong. He bent down and took away the list: "Don't look at this. I'll tell you myself."

A tall shadow was cast, and Deng Shentong subconsciously dodged backwards, but Zhang Yi did not do anything out of the ordinary. He just leaned close to his ear and whispered two words.

"Roaring Sky."

Deng Shentong was unable to react for a moment. By the time he remembered the meaning of this, it was too late to control his emotions, and his fair ears slowly turned a thin layer of red.

"Can you be more serious?"

The more Zhang Yi looked at her, the more he felt itchy. He couldn't help but reach out to touch the small, round earlobe. He kept pestering her, "Why are you so frivolous? Don't you like it, Lord Erlang?"

"You..." Deng Shentong's thoughts seemed to be exposed. His beautiful eyes widened without any deterrence, making him look more like a cat.

Zhang Yi struck while the iron was hot, half-knelt in front of him, lifted the man's white hand, and left a hot kiss.

After the kiss, he raised his head, his usually gloomy eyes and brows were filled with smiles, and he looked eagerly at the person who was so close to him.

His sun, his light.

Deng Shentong couldn't help but avoid the gaze, as if he was burned by this passionate emotion.

He coughed lightly, tried to pull his hand back, and regained his usual composure: "Okay, be serious."

Zhang Yi straightened his expression, raised three fingers, and said as if he was about to swear, "I'm serious."

Deng Shentong was about to say something, but Zhang Yi grabbed his hand and placed something in his palm.

Deng Shentong looked down suddenly and saw that it was the leash of the collar.

The leash extended from the collar of the half-kneeling young man, with the end hidden under his collar, revealing only a small bone pendant.

Zhang Yi looked at him without blinking.

"From now on, let me be your dog, okay? Lord Erlang Shen."

It's never just talk.

The touch from the palm of my hand is warm, leathery and very solid.

One afternoon many years ago, it seemed that the scene in front of him was slowly overlapping, and Deng Shentong felt his vision was a little blurred.

It seems like a long time ago, yet it seems like just yesterday.

What had he been seeking for? The answer seemed to have been found at this moment.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Deng Shentong suddenly grabbed the leash, Zhang Yi staggered, and suddenly threw himself forward, and both of them fell on the sofa in a messy posture.

Zhang Yi just propped up his upper body to avoid crushing the person under him, but was pulled closer to that handsome face by a strong force.

Deng Shentong's long silver hair was scattered on the sofa in a slightly messy manner, but it made him look even more stunningly beautiful.

A pair of peach blossom eyes, slightly narrowed, seemed to have a mischievous smile.

Zhang Yi's breathing became increasingly rapid, but he heard Deng Shentong say:

"In fact, the surveillance cameras in the office have been removed long ago."

Zhang Yi was stunned at first, then a wave of ecstasy surged into his heart, almost instantly overwhelming his rationality.

The sofa made a sound of being overwhelmed, and the sound of clothes being torn continued. Finally, only the man could be heard whispering:

"Okay, you lied to me again... Then I have to settle the score..."

"...Humph, let's see if you have the ability."