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

He kept this love rival by his side and kept a close eye on him. He wanted to see what else they could do under his nose.

"Ye Zhao, do you really have to snatch this person from me?"

Chu Xiao pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and the look in his eyes as he looked at him suddenly became fierce. His whole body was filled with a creepy aura that made people's scalp tingle.

Everyone present felt weak in the knees and had no courage to challenge him, so they could only end up defeated.

But Ye Zhao was never one to be frightened, so he threw Zhou Xin, who was in his arms, onto the sofa.

Ignoring his slightly open collar, he slowly stepped forward and said, "That's wrong. He and I are in a relationship that's consensual. What about you? Who are you?"

What kind of?

Is he a clown who interferes?

Or, are you considered a sucker who was beaten to it by others?

Either way, it's not a good word.

"I saw it first." Chu Xiao looked at Zhou Xin lying on the sofa, as if he was determined to get her.

Ye Zhao laughed out loud as if he had heard a funny joke. "It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. He and I are in love with each other, and you, at most, are just in love with him."

"Ye Zhao!"

A deep gloom appeared on Chu Xiao's face, and he gritted his teeth.

Ye Zhao's face turned completely cold. He crossed his arms and put on a cold smile, "If you really like him and can't live without him, then you, beg me."

As soon as these words were spoken, you could hear a pin drop.

Both the bodyguards and the lackeys were dumbfounded.

Then, as usual, he shrank into the corner, trying his best to reduce his presence.

Chu Xiao's face looked grim, and his hands were clenched into fists, making a creaking sound.

Ye Zhao seemed unaware of the danger, and the curve of his mouth continued to widen.

Unexpectedly, the wind from outside the window blew in, and the sand and dust blinded his eyes. He blinked quickly, and his eyes were wet, as if he would cry at any time.

When Chu Xiao's fist hit his face, he saw that his eyes were slightly red, like petals crushed by fingers, oozing bright red juice.

Chu Xiao restrained himself and took it back. Some memories flashed through his mind. He sighed and reached out to tidy up his clothes.

His expression turned from gloomy to cloudy, his eyes dimmed, and his rough fingers inevitably touched Ye Zhaoruyu's collarbone.

Her Adam's apple rolled as she methodically gathered his clothes tightly, a dangerous aura flashing across her face.

It seems like an illusion.

Ye Zhao didn't expect that his provocation would be met with such a reaction, and his brain froze for two seconds.

"It's just a fun little pet. I don't need to be so humble to it." Chu Xiao put his hands in his trouser pockets and caressed his fingertips that touched his skin. "When you get tired of playing with it, let me take over. I'm happy to share your worries."

Ye Zhao was confused:???

Is he okay?

Chu Xiao came and left in a hurry.

Only after the door closed did Ye Zhao come to his senses.

Novels are not like this!

The original plot was not like this. The scumbag provoked Chu Xiao, his fiancé, and was pinned to the ground and beaten.

The lackey sent him to the hospital, and was the protagonist carried away by Chu Xiao?

Looking at the protagonist who successfully took off his shirt because he felt too hot, Ye Zhaoerkang said, "Why don't you insist on taking him away!"

"Young Master Ye, how should my sister-in-law deal with this?"

Chen San quickly took off his coat to cover Zhou Xin tightly, and asked hurriedly.

Although I don’t understand how this poor academic master became Ye Shao’s lover from a rival in love, it doesn’t matter!

Anyway, Young Master Ye's illness has been going on for a few days, so they, the younger brothers, have to be extremely attentive and serve him.

Ye Zhao's face was pale and his eyes were sharp. "What did you call him?"

"What's wrong?" Chen San was under great pressure. This is what it means to serve a king like a tiger.

Zhou Xin was still restless, throwing away his suit and muttering, "It stinks!"

A strong smell of tobacco!

"Master Ye, I think we should just kill him!"

Chen San's forehead veins bulged and he said hatefully.

It's a rare moment of compassion, but it was all wasted!

Zhou Xin was completely unaware and eagerly threw Ye Zhao to the ground...