Quick Wear: The first person to love the host

Back at the apartment, Li Momo seemed to have thought of something and pushed the suitcase out from the corner, "Zi Yu, your apartment has been reclaimed. I'll pack up all your things for you. You can live in the same room with Yu Yi from now on!"

Lu Beixi instantly became furious and was the first to stand up and object, "Sister Li, you are kidding, right? I remember someone once said that this is a doghouse. I'm afraid our small temple can't accommodate his big Buddha."

Wen Qingshan wasn't really happy about it. They had a lot of conflicts when the three of them first lived together. In the past few years, they had gotten used to each other and knew each other's bottom line. If another person came, there would be chaos again. "Young Master Su wants to live alone. I'm afraid he's not used to living with others!"

Xi Yuyi didn't say anything, but silence is sometimes also a kind of attitude.

On the day the group was formed, they were assigned to this apartment. When they were imagining their future career path, Su Ziyu swaggered in. Then Li Momo introduced him as the new member of the boy band, replacing Jiang Zhiran.

At that time, no one had much objection to his being parachuted in with connections.

Unexpectedly, the other party started to act bossy from the beginning, complaining about this and that, and even said that this shabby place was not even as big as his toilet and was almost like a doghouse. He got very angry and left a shadow on everyone to this day.

Li Momo knew that everyone had a grudge, and just as she was about to ease the tension, Su Ziyu spoke first, "If you can live here, I can live here too."

As he spoke, he took the suitcase from Li Momo, turned around and stretched out his hand to Xi Yuyi and said, "Brother Yu, we will be roommates from now on, please take care of me!"

Xi Yuyi didn't move, so Su Ziyu simply walked forward and took his hand.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she gently stroked his palm with her little finger, and then said to everyone very naturally: "If there is nothing else, I will go pack my things first."

When he entered the room, the three of them surrounded Li Momo, obviously not believing that the company would dare to embarrass Su Ziyu.

Li Momo was instantly under great pressure, with an innocent look on her face. She was just an employee who followed the company's instructions. "Why are you looking at me like that? The company asked me to pack up two days ago, saying that the apartment was not big enough and they wanted to give it to other people."

Lu Beixi stared at her, all kinds of melodramatic plots flashing through his mind, "Sister Li, tell me quietly, is it that Mr. Su finally found his biological son and no longer wants Su Ziyu, the fake young master?"

Wen Qingshan also said something shocking, "Could it be that Chuangwei Group is going to go bankrupt?"

Xi Yuyi didn't say anything, but he thought of a possibility. The dean said that Su Ziyu was about to be suppressed by Su's father. He didn't understand it at that time, but now he suddenly understood a little.

"What are you talking about? The company is thriving! Don't think too much. There are so many announcements now. If you still have energy, you might as well think about how to look better on camera and have more fans. It's useless to think about these things all day long."

Li Momo scolded the three people and urged them to go back to their room to rest.

Looking at the two closed doors of the apartment, Li Momo recalled that the Bentley didn't seem to be parked downstairs recently, and the company executives specifically called her over and asked him to treat Su Ziyu equally, "Could Su Ziyu really be..."

Li Momo didn't dare to think further. She shook her head to get rid of all these thoughts and left in a hurry.

The bed in the room is a double-decker solid wooden bed.

Xi Yuyi lived alone before, and he chose the lower bunk for convenience. Now that Su Ziyu has moved in, only the upper bunk is left for him. At this moment, he is standing on the stairs, struggling to make the bed.

Su Ziyu thought that nothing else was urgent and the most important thing was to make a good bed for night sleep.

But he ignored how clumsy this body was. The lazy young master had never done any housework since childhood. Even making the bed was like a battle.

After dressing up for most of the day and becoming sweaty, I discovered that the bed sheets were wrinkled and unbearable to look at.

Xi Yuyi went to the bathroom to wash up, and when he came out he saw Su Ziyu still in the same posture as before he went into the bathroom. In fact, because he was busy, his cheeks were red, like a tempting red apple.

He thought for a moment, then stepped forward and asked, "Do you need help?"

Su Ziyu seemed to have heard the sound of nature. He nodded his head faster than the lucky cat's little hand, pouted and said aggrievedly: "Brother Yu, save me!"

The sheets have legs and move, he can’t handle it!

Xi Yuyi went up the stairs, glanced at the bed sheet that looked like it was not made, paused for a few seconds and said, "How did you get through college?"

He had never seen anyone make the sheets look like fish scales; it was simply indescribable.

"Jiang Zhiran! He's really good at this job. He's the one who washes all my sheets and pillowcases. Oh, and he washes all my dirty clothes, too."

What he didn't say was that Jiang Zhiran did all this for him only because he had accepted money from his father. Jiang Zhiran was short of money, and Su's father was worried about his son, so the two hit it off and reached a friendly cooperation.

When Xi Yuyi heard him mention Jiang Zhiran, he relaxed a little and his mood suddenly sank.

Whoever wants to use this torn bed sheet can do so!

Su Ziyu realized it later and found that the air pressure behind him seemed to be very low.

His body froze, he swallowed, pretending not to notice the other person's change of mood, and said to himself: "Of course, he is not as good to me as you are. That guy just loves money. Under the pretext of taking care of me, he has earned a lot of benefits from the old man."

After saying that, he looked back and saw that Xi Yuyi's expression seemed to have eased a lot.

Obviously, his attempt to flatter the powerful and bully the weak was successful.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, a clear voice came from behind me, "I'll show you once, watch carefully."

Xi Yuyi's movements were very quick. The long-legged bed sheet fell into his hands like a good baby. He folded it horizontally and vertically, and in just a few seconds, the solid-colored bed sheet was laid out.

Very smooth, without even a wrinkle.

Su Ziyu raised his thumbs with both hands, his eyes full of admiration, "Brother Yu, you are so awesome——"

Before he could even utter the word "harm", the bed sheet was pulled up again. Xi Yuyi handed the curled-up bed sheet to him with his big hand, "Do it yourself."

Su Ziyu's brows knitted together instantly, his face full of reluctance. He slightly pinched his throat and acted coquettishly, trying to get the other party to take back his order, "Brother Yu~"

"Can you afford to hire Jiang Zhiran given his net worth?" Xi Yuyi half-knelt and looked up at him.

The scene was so tempting that Su Ziyu was so focused on his heartbeat that he completely ignored the other person's words and reached out his hand as if possessed.

When he felt the touch of cotton and linen in his palm, he came to his senses and could only accept his fate and get on with the bed sheet again.

Su Ziyu kept moving his hands, and in his heart he was also chattering: "He is just jealous that Jiang Zhiran made the bed for me, so he deliberately quarreled with me."

The system rolled its eyes: [Dear, don’t flatter yourself. ]

He struggled with the sheets on the bed. Xi Yuyi didn't leave. He stood there quietly with his arms folded across his chest, giving instructions from time to time.

After a lot of effort, the bed sheet was finally flat.

Su Ziyu collapsed on the bed, "I can't do it anymore. I'm too tired."

Xi Yuyi curled the corners of his mouth, walked down slowly, then opened the drawer, took out something, held it between his fingertips, slowly walked to the bed and handed it over.