I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

The next morning, Ye Zhao woke up with a headache caused by a hangover.

When he saw the scene in front of him, his already uncomfortable CPU almost broke down.

Her clothes were disheveled, and she snuggled in Jun Qing's arms in an extremely intimate posture.

Jun Qing's messy hair slid down his eyebrows. At this moment, his eyes were closed, and his long black eyelashes cast shadows on the cold white lower eyelids.

His breathing was shallow, and it was not difficult to tell that he was sleeping soundly.

Jun Qing's left hand was around his waist, and the Band-Aid on the back of his left hand was gone.

Instead, it was wrapped with three layers of sterile gauze, and a home medicine box was placed at the head of the bed.

It must be that Jun Qing’s wound broke open in the middle of the night and needed to be rebandaged.

Perhaps it was uncomfortable to maintain the same posture for a long time, so Jun Qing adjusted his sleeping position.

With this movement, the cross necklace on Jun Qing's neck was instantly exposed outside her pajamas. When Ye Zhao saw it, his body trembled as if he had been hit hard.

He was so frightened that he sat up straight and swallowed hard.

Jun Qing has rarely worn this thing since he exchanged it with him. Can anyone tell him how it ended up on Jun Qing's neck?

He held his forehead and tried hard to recall what happened last night.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned, and everything about last night was blank.

So there was a scene where he called the system.

"Last night, you finished the plot where Xu Mo took revenge for the protagonist, got drunk and acted like a scumbag, and asked him to carry you back." The system went online to review it for him.

"By the time I got home tonight, the cross plot was over. It was such a brutal situation for the main character, but for us, everything has been going well so far!"

The system is full of fighting spirit.

These words contained so much information that Ye Zhao's face was filled with pain and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It's really rotten, rotten.

How could they, the tops, let the bottoms carry the protagonists home? It was such a shame.

Ah, it’s the scumbag. That’s okay. He will have to pay back the debt double in the future.

Since you have already done it and are moving in the right direction, you don't have to worry about it.

"As for Lausanne, you have to hurry up. It would be a shame to leave him alone," the system reminded.

Ye Zhao responded with a splitting headache, and he had no extra mood to think about anything else.

There was a rustling sound behind him. Before he turned around, a pair of cool hands touched his temples on both sides and massaged them gently.

A warm and cool body pressed against my back, and a slightly hoarse voice rang out, "Good morning, husband."

Ye Zhao felt awkward. Due to his personality, he could only enjoy his attentive service. He lazily responded, "Good morning."

Two minutes later, the headache was relieved and Ye Zhao got out of bed and put on his shoes.

After that, she looked down at him and began her daily brainwashing. "There are some things I still have to tell you a few more times. You have to remember them well. I don't care how you met men like Xu Mo. If you dare to hook up with them without my permission, don't blame me for being rude to you. You have to do whatever I tell you to do. As for my business, don't meddle in it."

With a cold snort, Ye Zhao went to the bathroom to wash up without giving Jun Qing any chance to respond.

After he left, Jun Qing thought of Zhao Zhao pretending to be ferocious and aggressive, just like a cat that had gotten carried away.

I covered my mouth with my hands, afraid that I would laugh out loud.

The gauze in his hand touched his lips, and Jun Qing vaguely smelled the scent of iodine, and a corner of his heart felt warm beyond words.

Looking at the medicine box beside the bed, he murmured softly, "Zhao Zhao..."

After brushing his teeth, Ye Zhao scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face. Looking at the person in the mirror, he felt a little disgusted with himself for saying the vicious words he had just said.

From last night till now, this scumbag top has been so crazy, but Jun Qing has not reacted at all and is still serving him in a kind and gentle manner.

Alas, is it possible that no matter what the scumbag top does, he can’t stimulate the protagonist bottom?

unless……

The protagonist's road to awakening is long and arduous.

The Ferrari stopped downstairs of the Ye Group Building.

The car door opened, Ye Zhao pushed it open and got out, without even looking at Jun Qing, he went in first.

Passing the front desk, the receptionist called him, "Mr. Ye."

Ye Zhao turned around, his expression serious, "What's the matter?"

A large bouquet of flowers caught his sight, its fragrance filling the air and attracting attention.

The bright red roses, passionate as fire, were still covered with morning dewdrops, crystal clear, and obviously had been picked early and rushed to the scene.