When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

The man sitting at the table paused his fingers slightly and remained silent for a few seconds.

The butler was peeling the rice dumplings, his relaxed expression turned into a respectful one. He knelt down on one knee and bowed his head: "Sorry, I have said too much."

"It's nothing."

A wave of hope rose in the butler.

"Just don't say it again next time." The man raised his eyes, obviously sitting in a wheelchair on the head of a dwarf, but the light in his eyes could not be ignored.

The butler nodded after pouring cold water on his head.

"It's just within the plan." After speaking, the man pursed his lips and looked down at the knife and fork in his hand.

He lightly held the tail end, pressed his index finger on the handle, and frowned at the blue rice dumplings on the exquisite porcelain plate.

"Is it Dragon Boat Festival now?"

"Of course not." The butler immediately put on a nervous look and shook his head, "It's still spring."

um...so...

Xiao An doesn't like zongzi.

The housekeeper realized later: "Sorry, I forgot that you don't like it... It's just that Mr. Bian brought it back specially, I think you will eat it..."

"Don't pretend to be smart." There was a faint warning in Xiao An's eyes.

Speaking of which, the butler's heart was beating suddenly, and he hurriedly walked over, moving, trying to remove the plate of rice dumplings.

The slender fingers with well-defined knuckles suddenly and lightly pressed the edge of the porcelain plate.

"You?" The butler raised his eyes.

Xiao An looked at the bouquet of small white flowers in the vase at the entrance of the stairs in the distance, silent for a few seconds, and said: "Leave it."

The housekeeper was startled, let go of his hand, and then said suddenly: "Marshal, do you need me to find you the travel variety show that Mr. Bian went to? I will show it in the living room then."

"unnecessary."

This time the butler didn't say much, just smiled: "Then I will watch in the living room by myself."

"...As long as you like it."

The butler lowered his head and suppressed a smile.

It seems that Mr. Bian is really a very special existence.

……

At this moment, Bian Shao resumed his daily work, and the busyness of the whole day disrupted his rhythm of life, making him look listless.

However, the travel variety show often assigns the camera to the young man sitting in the corner and yawning.

For example, at this moment, they are visiting a famous temple, Chang'an Temple Zen Temple.

The quite spectacular gate of the temple faced the camera, and even the audience couldn't help but become devout.

Bian Shao likes to wander around in new places. He dragged his teammates around and had a good time at first, but was later pulled out by a monk in the temple to warn him:

Buddhist holy land, no noise is allowed.

So other members of the men's team began to criticize Bian Shao. Bian Shao was tired of listening, curled his lips, and soon left the men's team members, and slipped into the courtyard of the temple by himself. It looks very tall and straight.

Bian Shao quietly sat on the stone table, flipping through a collection of poems.

The collection of poems was given to him by his manager Ning Ge, who wanted him to cultivate his sentiments.

At first, the audience was quite surprised to see Bian Shao's serious reading, and laughed out loud after listening to the voice-over explanation.

In order to give the audience an idol who has connotations and is not naive, the manager really broke his heart.

But Bian Shao calmed down to read the book, turning the pages lightly, and sometimes he stopped to frown and think about something, which was really bluffing.

"By the way!" Until a voice broke the silence.

Under the morning light in the bamboo forest, the light spots are mottled, reflecting on the thin face of the visitor.

Bian Shao raised his eyes and saw that the captain, Lu Mi, had a complicated expression. He seemed not to pay attention to the camera in the corner. He came over and sat down. Chat, but too many people..."

He stopped talking halfway through, because he found that Bian Shao was sitting, not paying much attention to looking down at the poetry collection, and he didn't know what he saw, the corners of his lips were lightly raised, as if he was thinking about something.

The smile on Lu Mi's face faded, and she was silent for a long time, before she said: "I remember you didn't like poetry collections before, and found them boring."

"But some poems are really beautiful, aren't they? For example, "In Front of the Gate" by Gu Cheng..."

"Do you like "In Front of the Gate"?" Lu Mi was taken aback.

"Yes, have you seen it?" Bian Shao raised his face and smiled. His peach blossom eyes were naturally affectionate. At this moment, under the sun, he clutched the phone tightly. He didn't know what to think. There is a soft light in it.

Lu Mi looked at him, suddenly, as if blinded, he held Bian Shao's fingers turning the pages under the camera.

Bian Shao choked at the corner of his mouth, his expression froze: "You..."

"I saw the news that you were married to the marshal, and I thought about it for many days. Is your engagement a fake?" He lowered his voice.

Bian Shao immediately opened his eyes wide, with disbelief: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Help, Lu Mi understands too well, understands the king, right?

"Isn't it?" Lu Mi was deceived by the calm and steady appearance of the man in front of him. He was just guessing, after all, in his memory, the Marshal had never appeared beside Bian Shao.

For people like them, the marshal may be an object that they will never be able to achieve in a lifetime.

Unexpectedly, Bian Shao took the sun into his hand.

At this moment, Lu Mi was half disappointed and half unwilling, and he couldn't help but speak bluntly: "You are with the marshal, have you ever thought about how you should deal with yourself if one day you lose your face, or the marshal despises you? How do you think of the marshal? At that time, you may not even have the qualification to see him again, so what if you see him? What can you say..."

Bian Shao: ...If you never see him again, wish him good morning, good afternoon, and good night?

It's a show.

Bian Shao came back to his senses, forced a smile on his face, concealed his impatience, and asked, "What does this have to do with you?"

Lu Mi gave him a deep look, "I just want to say that if you are not satisfied with the status quo, you can come to me at any time."

Bian Shao:?Eat gun warning.

Green him under the eyes of the Marshal of the Empire, young man, are you brave?

Obviously, Lu Mi didn't notice that there was a camera under the stone table at all, he didn't pay attention to the emotion in Bian Shao's eyes, and he didn't receive Bian Shao's reminder signal.

"I know you are not the kind of person who likes to live a peaceful life." Lu Mi held his hand tightly, her eyes were hot, "You can try with me."

Bian Shao: Do ​​I look like someone who would accept your death invitation?

That is to say, the society died.

But I don't know if he died or not, the audience of the live broadcast was really excited.

It can be seen from the number of online viewers that have risen to tens of millions, and people pass on, one spreads to ten, and ten spreads to hundreds.

Bian Shao died on a large scale, while Ning Ge was extremely nervous outside the camera.

Lu Mi's career was about to be ruined.

Everyone will remember that Lu Mi was an A-level omega who boldly seduced and married a B-level Alpha on the show, and that Alpha was also the new marriage partner of the Marshal of the Empire.

What a pity.

Lu Mi is so young, he just graduated, and he was dazzled by liking for a moment, and he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at this moment, so he tried to ask for love.

Young people, no more than 25 years old, will be branded with shame from then on and live their lives.

This is the price he paid for his ignorance and attempt to compete with the Imperial Marshal for Alpha.

Brother Ning sighed deeply, Bian Shao is simply a blue face...

Unexpectedly, Bian Shao was the one who solved the game.

The yard was very quiet, and a bee flew from nowhere, buzzing and making noise.

Bian Shaofu felt his heart, raised his face, and even smiled.

"Well, this rivalry is very good."

Lu Mi was stunned, just about to ask, but saw the young man took out the video camera under the stone table, smiled and said to the audience: "Are we doing well? Don't you like bloody shit? Do you like watching it?"

The audience who is moving stools and buying watermelon to eat quietly: ...

Are you the devil?

...

The recording of the program ended, and the cuckolding of the Imperial Marshal also came to an end.

Bian Shao stayed in the hotel, opened the curtains, the night was dark, and the crescent moon was like a hook outside the window. He was extremely tired, but when the video call was through, he laughed again.

"If you're tired, you don't need to laugh." The man on the other side of the phone screen still had a calm expression, with the bookshelf behind him, he was sitting on the desk, processing documents.

There was a "crack" sound when the pen stroked the paper. Hearing this, Bian Shao relaxed his spirit, and he still smiled: "No, I can smile just by looking at you."

There is a saying on the Internet: You don't know how much someone who smiles at you likes you.

Xiao An remained silent, lowered his head to process the documents, and ignored him.

Bian Shao is the kind of person who can be happy by himself, he quickly had fun, read the collection of poems, and murmured indistinctly——

"The grass is bearing its seed

The wind is shaking its leaves

we stand and don't speak

It's very beautiful. "

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and as he read it, the joy in those poems suddenly became more straightforward and intense.

Suddenly, Xiao An's fingers paused on the paper, he raised his eyes and asked: "Is this "In Front of the Gate"?"

In the show, Shao and Lu Mi talked about poetry, and they talked about it here.

"Did you watch the show?" Bian Shao was a little surprised.

Xiao An remained expressionless, lowered his head again, and said lightly: "No."

Bian Shao was skeptical. Although he felt that Marshal might have watched it, he also felt that a busy and serious workaholic like Marshal would watch that kind of boy group program...

After thinking for a long time, he smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't watch it, I have already said what I wanted to say to you on the show."

As soon as he saw the lines of "Before the Gate", he would think of the noon and the lawn when he left the Marshal's Manor.

Hearing this, Xiao An thought of something, his fingers trembled slightly.

"..." Bian Shao is really good at talking about love.

But sometimes, he treats everyone like this, like the sun, shining on everyone.

He would smile at everyone, be gentle with everyone, and treat everyone equally.

Xiao An's face turned cold.

Bian Shao was not afraid of seeing him, he was still smiling, waiting for Xiao An to frown and scold him for being "disrespectful".

Unexpectedly, the scolding did not wait.

Xiao An raised his eyes and glanced at him: "That deer... also laughs when it sees you, doesn't it?"

The author has something to say:

If I never see you again, I wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night. --"Truman"

The grass is bearing its seeds

The wind is shaking its leaves

we stand and don't speak

it's very beautiful

——Gu Cheng "In Front of the Door"

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Xiao An watched the show secretly, jealous