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

"Can't!"

"I don't allow it!"

Seeing their telepathic connection once again, Shen Qingshu's face turned gloomy and he tightened his hand on Ye Zhao's waist.

"Young Master, I..." The twelve bodyguards felt a desire to protect Ye Zhao and protested against Shen Qingshu in unison. However, before they could finish their words, they were silenced by Shen Qingshu's murderous eyes.

They all lowered their heads, with resentment in their eyes. They all said that the young master truly loved Mr. Ye, but now it seemed that he was not treating Mr. Ye well at all. No, Mr. Ye had to be protected by them.

The force Shen Qingshu applied to Ye Zhao's waist was so great that he frowned and struggled unconsciously: "Wife, be gentle."

Because of the drowsiness, the tone is soft and not intimidating, and may be mistaken for being coquettish.

As if being scratched by a cat's claw, Shen Qingshu's expression relaxed a lot and he restrained some of his strength.

Ye Zhao's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a lot, and he tried not to resist him so much.

It's all about money.

On the opposite side, Lu Zhihuai almost bit his teeth to pieces.

Seeing the intimate posture of the two, he began to poke his rival in his heart.

Go, die, die, die!

The naked man hiding in the cupboard opened a crack and peeked in. Although there was no flash of swords or sabers, he could smell a strong smell of gunpowder.

I can't help but wonder, what is the relationship between these three?

Getting back to the point, Shen Qingshu's face was long: "Why not?"

Obviously, he was more inclined to ask Ye Zhao: "Isn't the faucet fixed?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, he looked towards the bathroom: "I can't even hear the sound of running water."

In one word, Ye Zhao successfully blocked several excuses he wanted to make later.

He couldn't help but feel dejected, and his shoulders slumped. Was he really going to be eaten up from head to toe, inside and out, by Shen Qingshu?

The key point is Shen Qingshu with heavy and scary makeup on.

As we all know, a scumbag is not worthy of seeing the beautiful face of the protagonist unless he ends up in the crematorium chasing his wife.

There was no way, Ye Zhao looked at Lu Zhihuai and kept winking at him.

Nothing else, I just hope he can save him.

If he had to stay with Shen Qingshu and be suppressed by him, he would rather find a piece of noodles and hang himself.

To be honest, Lu Zhihuai was still angry with him. Who made him turn the tables?

But Shen Qingshu's words cannot be ignored. If he really lets them go, Ye Zhao's innocence will be in jeopardy.

To some extent, the two of them had the same train of thought.

Lu Zhihuai cleared his throat: "Who said that? This place has been repaired, but the rooms upstairs haven't been repaired yet."

Hearing this, Shen Qingshu looked at Ye Zhao: "Is that so?"

Ye Zhao was very anxious and nodded repeatedly: "Yes."

"Leave these matters to the bodyguards." Shen Qingshu said expressionlessly.

Ye Zhao refused: "No, the money won't be mine anymore."

"They will repair it, and the money will still be yours." Shen Qingshu threw out a bait.

Hearing this, Ye Zhao was moved, "Then..."

"No!" Lu Zhihuai tried to stop him. "It has to be Ye Zhaoxiu. I'll double the original price."

Shen Qingshu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Then I will increase it twenty times based on what you gave me."

"Deal!" The light in Ye Zhao's eyes was like a vast galaxy.

There's no way, it's too much.

He was so obsessed with money that he forgot for a moment what kind of crazy things he would encounter when he returned.

"Then, husband, let's go home." Shen Qingshu pulled him and was about to walk out.

Ye Zhao counted in his mind how much twenty times was, feeling dizzy, and his handsome cheeks turned lightly red.

Under the temptation of money, he blurted out, "Okay!"

Without hesitation, she followed him out.

Seeing how naive he was, the bodyguards were even more worried for him. They had to save Young Master Ye!

Shen Qingshu showed a victorious smile, which looked strange under the light.

Ye Zhao was still calculating how much he had earned when suddenly, a pain in his left hand forced him back to his senses...