Quickly wear, the host has evil intentions

Bodyguards in suits led the way on both sides, and a red carpet was laid on the ground.

In the president’s exclusive staircase, the man was wearing a neat suit that outlined his perfect body proportions, superior facial features, and a face that was seductive yet not effeminate.

With a height of 1.9 meters and a step with long legs, every move he makes is dignified and domineering, like a king looking down on the world.

But under the protection of two rows of bodyguards, a man stumbled over.

Wen Zejin was drunk and felt dizzy, so he accidentally ran here.

He saw the noble man in front of him and recognized him at a glance. He regretted running over here.

But when he wanted to leave, he ran too fast and tripped over the red carpet on the ground.

He fell towards the person in front of him, thinking that it was all over. The person in front of him was notoriously mysophobic and didn't like to touch other people. He was also vindictive.

Wen Zejin thought that the man would not catch him, and might even kick him.

He closed his eyes resignedly, but the pain he had imagined did not occur.

He fell into a large, warm embrace with a faint smell of cold pine.

The man held him in his strong arms and placed his large hands on his waist.

Wen Zejin was a little confused, he looked up to see who caught him. What caught his eye was the man's jawline which was clearer than his life plan.

Remembering that there was a bald man chasing him, he was now very confused. If no one helped him, he would definitely fall into the hands of that bald man.

Now the person in front of him doesn't seem to be ignoring him, so...

He grabbed the man's suit, his tone urgent.

"Sir, save me. Someone is chasing me."

The person in his arms had delicate features, cold eyes and eyebrows, and a small red mole on his fair left cheek.

There was a blush on his porcelain-white face, his eyes were blurry, and he looked begging, looking a little pitiful.

The man's eyes trembled slightly, and he spoke with a magnetic, deep and pleasant voice.

"Man, you're playing with fire."

What?

Wen Zejin was confused. Did he drink the "Briefcase" from Guangxi? How could he be so drunk that he even had auditory hallucinations? His handsome brows furrowed.

But before he could react, Duan Ci picked him up horizontally.

The sudden leap into the air made him subconsciously wrap his arms around the man's neck.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you fall."

Duan Ci lowered his head, his eyes fixed on him, his tone filled with unconcealable tenderness.

Seeing that charming face so close to him, Wen Zejin's breathing stagnated and he turned away uncomfortably.

He just felt his head getting more dizzy and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Duan Ci hugged him and turned around, going up to the presidential suite on the top floor.

What he didn't see was that on the other side, there was a woman stumbling towards him, drunk.

Looking at the person who had fainted in his arms, Duan Ci gently put him on the bed and helped him take off his shoes and socks.

Duan Ci asked his assistant to bring him sobering soup and new clothes.

He helped the drunk man on the bed up and gently patted his soft face.

"Wake up, get up and drink some hangover soup."

Wen Zejin frowned and hummed without opening his eyes.

Duan Ci lowered his eyes to look at him, pinching his cheek with his slender fingers.

He took a look at the hangover soup and decided whether to drink it directly or not.

While he was hesitating, Wen Zejin felt uncomfortable because he was pinching his face, so she raised her hand and slapped his hand away.

Seeing how drunk he was, Duan Ci had no choice but to put the sobering soup aside.

Forget it, I’ll give it to him tomorrow.

Wen Zejin was wearing a thin white shirt, and a bit of the shirt on his chest seemed to be soaked with wine.

Duan Ci felt that he would be uncomfortable wearing it, yes, yes, yes!

It’s not that he wants to see other people’s bodies, really.

He helped Wen Zejin take off his clothes, exposing his snow-white skin and tight abdominal muscles to the air.

The sudden cooling of his upper body made Wen Zejin's brain clear for a moment, and his eyes suddenly opened.

He looked at Duan Ci, who was holding his clothes in his hands, looking at him with his peach blossom eyes, motionless.

Wen Zejin leaned closer to the person in front of him, staring at him. With one hand on the bed, he gently lifted his chin with the other hand, speaking in an ambiguous tone.

"Beauty, we've met before, huh?"

The breath with the scent of wine sprayed on his face, and the last sound of his "hmm" was slightly raised, like a small hook, which made Duan Ci feel uncomfortable all over.

[Host, it's time to read your lines.]

1011 saw Duan Ci standing there in a daze and reminded him.

"oh oh!"

Duan Ci pushed Wen Zejin onto the bed impatiently, grabbed his wrists with his big hands and lifted his hands above his head.

The voice is low and hoarse.

"Man, do you know what you're doing?"

"Ok?"

Wen Zejin's blurry eyes revealed a hint of confusion, and he wondered what the hell that person had just said.

How could this person on my body say such shitty words with such a pretty mouth?

Before Wen Zejin could figure it out, he felt his stomach churning and a nauseous feeling came over him. He had drunk too much and wanted to vomit.

He struggled against Duan Ci's restraints, looking grim. Duan Ci also noticed something was wrong and let him go.

Wen Zejin was freed and immediately lay down on the bed and vomited.

Duan Ci had a confused look on his face, but his hands were still gently stroking his back.

After Wen Zejin vomited for a while, his stomach felt much better. He lay down on the soft big bed, closed his eyes, and fainted.

Duan Ci stared at him for a long time, then asked the system blankly.

"Is he, disgusted by my lines, to the point of vomiting?"

1011: ...Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Paragraph: (crying) T_T

"This is really a punishment world! You guys have such evil hearts that you forced me to say something that made my A-Jin so sick that she vomited! Wow!

You bully me, I am not a human being, you have never read the novel, right? "

Duan Ci burst into tears.

Hearing the crying, Wen Zejin sat up staggeringly and looked at him. Duan Ci subconsciously closed his mouth and looked at him eagerly.

A pair of red peach blossom eyes, with small pearls hanging on the long, curly and thick eyelashes, looking like a wronged little rabbit.

Wen Zejin's heart was overwhelmed with pity, so he hugged him and patted his back gently.

"Little, little rabbit, be good, mommy, mommy is back, um..."

Wen Zejin was dazed, as if there was something wrong with his singing. Forget it, he was a little sleepy and decided to faint first.

Just like that, someone fell asleep on someone else's shoulder while he was coaxing someone else.

[Host, he didn't vomit because of your lines just now, but because he was drunk.]

After 1011 froze for a while, it came back online to explain.

"Really?"

Duan Ci sniffed and asked, he could accept anything except his own wife being disgusted by him to the point of vomiting.

Some people say that if that's the case, then no matter how hard you try you'll never get your wife.

[Really? If you don’t believe me, you can try it tomorrow.]

1011 said in a firm tone.