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

He couldn't stand it anymore. What a rubbish man.

Don’t pick up men from the trash can. When will Jun Qing make a comeback?

Jun Qing was filled with gratitude, her face smiling like a flower, the corners of her mouth stretched to the back of her ears, "Hubby, you dote on me too much."

Ye Zhao couldn't stand this kind of torture. He held his forehead and said, "Call Baixiang Pavilion. Remember, this is only the first time. It won't happen again. After dealing with Grandpa, you have to serve our whole family, do the laundry, cook, and be filial to my mother."

"Yes." Jun Qing stood at attention and saluted, "I promise to complete my husband's task."

Zhao Zhao is really kind, with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

Baixiang Pavilion is the most luxurious restaurant in the city center. You may not be able to eat there even if you go there in person. If you don’t have a VIP card, you have to make a reservation in advance.

Now I feel sorry for him and am willing to personally call someone to bring food over to ease his burden.

Her husband treats her so well, and there is someone else outside, so why not just kill that person?

It was all seduced by the little goblin. Just wait and see, he will tear him apart one day.

Seeing that he looked like he was in love and would go all the way to the end even if it meant drowning, Ye Zhao felt sweat on his forehead.

Half an hour later, the food was delivered from Baixiang Pavilion.

What a scumbag, he ordered dishes that he liked but Jun Qing didn’t like.

Jun Qing took a few bites and said he was full.

Ye Zhao was very angry and didn't move much.

While Jun Qing was cleaning up, he opened the door and went into the bathroom.

After showering and changing clothes, I stood in front of the floor-length mirror.

The misty water vapor covered the mirror surface, making people look blurry.

Ye Zhao wiped away some of the water droplets, revealing the appearance of the owner of this body.

There was a bandage on his head and his hair was combed back, revealing his smooth forehead.

He has an outstanding appearance, and his eyes and eyebrows reveal stubbornness and alienation.

She has a noble and indifferent temperament, outstanding appearance, and a tall and slender figure, making her unforgettable to everyone who sees her.

That is, provided he doesn't go crazy.

It’s strange, the scumbag gong is obviously the gong, so why is he half a head lower than Jun Qing?

Could it be that Jun Qing is the 1?

If the protagonist's ability can be anything other than 0, then what is real?

You tell me, what is true?

impossible!

It is absolutely impossible.

Ye Zhao shuddered and dismissed this outrageous idea.

He has played the role of a scumbag, there is no way he is not number one.

Come out of the bathroom.

The glass fragments and water stains on the ground had been cleaned up without leaving any trace.

Jun Qing was sitting on the sofa, his face covered by a white shirt, his chest heaving.

The shirt seemed to be one he had worn and had not had time to wash.

The sound of even breathing could be heard. Jun Qing must have been exhausted from being busy running around and accompanying the patient in the hospital these days.

It's really magical that he doesn't run away from such a scumbag but instead sticks to him.

Ye Zhao shook his head and sighed, then hardened his heart and kicked him.

"Wake up!"

"Um, hubby?"

Jun Qing moved, and the shirt covering his face fell down, looking tired.

He grabbed it with both hands and sat up straight.

He covered his mouth and yawned, his voice unclear.

"How many times have I told you not to do anything weird with my clothes?"

Ye Zhao was annoyed.

Jun Qing's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. "It has my husband's nice smell. I like it."

The smell of bitter orange is exactly the same as Zhao Zhao's, full of a sense of security.

With a frown on his face, Ye Zhao couldn't bear it any longer and snatched back the clothes and threw them into the trash can.

Sit down on the edge of the bed and take a deep breath.

Jun Qing lowered his head and paused for a few seconds.

A few strands of hanging hair obscured the expression in his eyes, and the moonlight caught a glimpse of the extra water stains on the ground.

"Honey, your feet are not dry yet, let me wipe them for you."

Before he could answer, he opened the bedside table and took out a clean towel.

Ye Zhao was unwilling because he had hands and feet.

He opened his mouth to refuse, but the system was afraid that his character would be ruined, so it gave him a blow.

A current ran through his body, Ye Zhao shuddered, and he couldn't care about anything else.

When I came to my senses, I felt a warm touch on my ankle.

He looked down and saw Jun kneeling in front of him, holding his right ankle with his slender and strong hands and wiping it carefully with a towel.

The soles of my feet felt numb after being wiped by the towel.

Ye Zhao's whole body was tense and sweat broke out on his forehead.