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

He lifted Luosang's chin arrogantly with his warm index finger and warned coldly, "You shouldn't have come here to cause me more trouble. If you continue to be so disobedient, I don't mind terminating the contract."

"Brother Ye Zhao, this is so mean of you. You just used me and now you want to get rid of me. I'm so angry." Luosang lowered the hem of his T-shirt and said bluntly, "I played along with you, letting Jun Qing hear that you wanted to divorce him."

Being exposed, Ye Zhao raised an eyebrow, "Did you figure it out?"

"I'm not deaf." Luosang shrugged, feeling somewhat proud. "Brother Ye Zhao didn't try to stop me, so I just went along with it. Doesn't that make up for my mistake?"

He hasn't settled the score with him yet for being partial to Jun Qing.

Humph.

"Okay, then how do you settle the score for falling into my arms?" Ye Zhao pretended to be convinced by him.

Luosang turned his eyes away, not looking at him, and said stubbornly, "I really didn't stand firmly, it wasn't intentional. Why are you still nitpicking?"

"Let me see the contract between us, that's all." Ye Zhao didn't buy it at all, he finished speaking and let go of her hand.

When I opened the door to go out, I was pressed against the wall and a tall body pressed down on me.

Ye Zhao's mouth corners curved downwards, somewhat displeased, "Losang."

"Brother Ye Zhao, you have such a cruel heart." Luosang saw that he was not pretending, and he was also a little angry.

Ye Zhao laughed instead of getting angry, "What do you mean?"

"You gave me a pot of green radish, and I gave you a bouquet of roses. This is called reciprocity. Jun Qing threw away the flowers I gave you. Can't I teach him a lesson?"

Luosang stared at him with accusing eyes.

Once a rebellious person softens his attitude, it is hard not to be loved.

"Then you're taking revenge on the wrong person." Ye Zhao turned and sat down on the sofa. "I was the one who asked him to throw the flowers."

"Why?" Luosang's eyelids drooped and he was in a low mood.

Ye Zhao adjusted the edge of his cuff at his wrist and said slowly, "I don't like it."

"Brother Ye Zhao, why are you like this?" Luosang held his hand and grumbled, "This is my sincere gift."

Ye Zhao looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Luosang held his forehead, feeling righteous but strong, "Alright, I can't bear to blame Brother Ye Zhao. Since it's just a misunderstanding, I won't be angry with him."

Pouting proudly, a great man does not bear grudges against a small man.

Ye Zhao was speechless.

Luosang came closer, her shoulder against his, pursing her lips in despair. "Besides, ever since you started supporting me, you haven't been here to accompany me. I've been so lonely, so I couldn't wait to come find you. I don't have your phone number yet, and you didn't call me as you promised."

Doesn’t his little lover have any dignity?

Ye Zhao snorted coldly, restraining his cold aura, "After this period of time, I will naturally look for you."

"I don't believe it." Luosang said firmly. When his face turned cold, his actions were more honest than his words. He took out his cell phone and said, "Unless you tell me your number."

Although he wanted to know Ye Zhao's phone number and there were many ways to find it, he had to ask in person.

Ye Zhao chuckled and gave out an eleven-digit cell phone number.

After saving the number, Luosang wrote "Dear" in front of him, added a heart, and then smiled.

Ye Zhao reached out and snatched the phone away. "Before you go home, play the role of my brother's friend and don't do anything you shouldn't do."

"Yes, sir." Luosang achieved his goal and agreed readily.

Almost at the same time, a black figure rushed into the study next door.

Ye Ming closed the door nervously and tiptoed to the large rosewood desk.

With the help of the light of the mobile phone screen, I opened the Journey to the West on the desktop.

The papers passed through his fingers one by one, and he didn't notice anything stuck in the book.

So I opened the second version of Dream of the Red Chamber, and it was still the same.

Ye Ming was surprised, because he knew that his brother had a hobby of putting things like letters and photos into books.

Why can't I find it?

Besides, he doesn't have much time left.

Luosang can't delay for long, he has to do it as soon as possible.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He opened the drawer and saw The Legend of the Condor Heroes, The Return of the Condor Heroes, and The Most Beautiful Time inside.

I quickly sat down and opened the pages one by one. Finally, when I opened the most beautiful time, the things inside fell to the floor like snowflakes.

Ye Ming was startled and immediately squatted down to pick up those things.

During this period, I didn't forget to take a look.

Three of them are group photos taken at a business charity gala.

as well as--

A white envelope, so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary. If you must find something special about it, there is a night-blooming cereus printed in the middle of the envelope.

Ye Ming focused all his attention on the photo and thought about it again and again.

He discovered that the three photos were of the same person. In a flash, he seemed to have discovered a huge secret and his eyes suddenly widened.

What the hell!

If he tells it out, will he be silenced?