Cannon fodder fiancé dressed as a villain

Lin Qiuhe's white and thin left foot stepped on his chest. Ji Wuyou glanced at the foot on his chest, then at Lin Qiuhe, and finally grabbed Lin Qiuhe's ankle, pulled hard, and pulled Lin Qiuhe directly onto the bed.

Lin Qiuhe was caught off guard and was pulled down on the bed. Fortunately, the bed was big so he didn't fall off, but even so, most of his head was still hanging by the bed.

Lin Qiuhe hurriedly got up, but was immediately pinned down by Ji Wuyou, and he was firmly pressed on the bed by the other party.

Ji Wuyou looked at him fixedly, and asked Lin Qiuhe something incredible: "Are you jealous?"

"I..." Lin Qiuhe thought about it, hesitating, unable to say a complete sentence.

Ji Wuyou stared at his mouth again, and slowly said: "Such a beautiful mouth, don't swear in the future."

"Can you control it?" Lin Qiuhe was inexplicably guilty, struggling to push Ji Wuyou away, but Ji Wuyou pressed his hands firmly to his ears.

Ji Wuyou was very close, and Lin Qiuhe seemed to be able to feel the continuous heat coming from Ji Wuyou.

Lin Qiuhe turned his head slightly, and said awkwardly, "He's about to lose his head."

Most of his head was hanging over the edge of the bed, and he kept falling.Lin Qiuhe tried his best to shrink his neck, and Ji Wuyou put his left hand behind his head to help him support his head.

So the posture of the two became Ji Wuyou bowed, his left leg pressed against his legs, his right hand pressed his left hand, and Ji Wuyou's left hand gently supported the back of his head.A gesture almost hugging, very ambiguous.

Lin Qiuhe blinked and whispered, "Let go of me first, let's talk."

Ji Wuyou stared at Lin Qiuhe's eyebrows carefully, and repeated: "You're jealous."

"Of course, I'm your fiancé, so of course I will be jealous." Lin Qiuhe maintained his affectionate personality and replied without any psychological burden, "Do you know what Jiang Qiongyu told me? He said he admired you, and his heart I can't help it, let me understand. How could I understand? The other party knows three things, you don't even know his high-spirited appearance, as if he is very proud..."

"I'm serious." Ji Wuyou lowered his voice, and his steady voice rang in Lin Qiuhe's ears. Ji Wuyou lowered his body and approached him, and whispered, "Are you really jealous?"

Lin Qiuhe immediately showed a fake smile: "Of course it's true, I love you very much, husband."

Ji Wuyou looked at him deeply, the hand holding his head suddenly loosened: "Go to sleep."

Lin Qiuhe let out an "ouch" and his head fell again.

Lin Qiuhe raised his head and sat up, rubbing his neck, very puzzled: "It's fine, why are you angry again?"

Ji Wuyou lifted the thin quilt and sat in, looked at him calmly, with gentle eyes and a smile in the corner of his eyes: "I'm not angry, on the contrary, I'm very happy."

"I'm not angry, you hit my head?" Lin Qiuhe was very unconvinced.

"It's not really hitting your head, it's just letting go. Really, I'm very happy."

"What are you happy about?" Lin Qiuhe leaned forward, very curious.

Ji Wuyou smiled slightly, and looked at him: "I'm happy that a fool who thinks he understands people's emotions very well, but actually knows nothing about emotions, is actually jealous. I'm very relieved."

No matter how stupid Lin Qiuhe is, he also understands that Ji Wuyou is talking about himself.

Lin Qiuhe stretched out his long arm, put it on Ji Wuyou's shoulder, and blinked pretending to be innocent: "Maybe that idiot is also acting with you, he is a professional actor."

Ji Wuyou sighed lightly: "If two people play each other, you won't be able to see sincerity."

Lin Qiuhe pretended not to understand: "I am sincere to you."

Because of Ji Wuyou's unexpected decision, he was forced to be by his side. It was obviously a wrong decision for him to act as an affectionate character when he met Ji Wuyou for the first time. Now he can only go one way to the dark.

In short, keep Ji Wuyou steady and look for a chance to escape.

Ji Wuyou fell silent, stretched his arms around Lin Qiuhe's waist, and slept with Lin Qiuhe in his arms as usual.

At dawn the next day, Jiang Qiongyu obviously didn't take Lin Qiuhe's warning to heart yesterday, and still showed courtesy to Ji Wuyou, spitting out his nasty brother Wuyou, making Lin Qiuhe frown.

Although he has been acting with Ji Wuyou, seeing Jiang Qiongyu's deliberate ingratiation and closeness to Ji Wuyou, Lin Qiuhe still feels blocked in his heart and always wants to do something.

While playing games, Lin Qiuhe "accidentally" stepped on Ji Wuyou's foot, and immediately asked with a cold face, "Honey, do your feet hurt?"

Ji Wuyou looked down at the shoe prints on his feet, bent down very cooperatively, and uttered three words without emotion: "It hurts to death."

"I accidentally twisted it just now, and now I stepped on it again. If you don't take a good rest, your leg may be crippled. I will help you into the house to rest." Lin Qiuhe helped Ji Wuyou into the house expressionlessly, and Jiang Qiongyu expressed concern The friend wanted to follow in for a visit, but Lin Qiuhe shut the door behind him.

Lin Qiuhe smiled harmlessly: "I'm sorry, Wuyou needs to rest, so don't come in, we'll go out at night."

The only ones who followed up in the room were the photographers.

"My husband has a bad temper, and he doesn't like to see outsiders when he's injured." Anyway, Ji Wuyou was famous for his fierce image, Lin Qiuhe blamed Ji Wuyou without any guilt.

Under the camera, Lin Qiuhe moved up a small stool and sat opposite Ji Wuyou, and helped Ji Wuyou take off his shoes and socks very intimately, and said to himself in confusion: "Husband, didn't you say that you sprained your foot? No injuries at all?"

Lin Qiuhe unscrupulously threw the question to Ji Wuyou, hoping that Ji Wuyou could give a flawless explanation under the filming.

Sure enough, the scheming villain quickly thought of a solution.Ji Wuyou shook his head: "It's not the feet, the feet are fine, but I was too embarrassed to say it just now."

"Where is that uncomfortable?"

Ji Wuyou took his hand and pressed it to his waist.

Lin Qiuhe was puzzled: "What happened to the waist?"

Ji Wuyou explained: "You were not good last night."

"What?" Lin Qiuhe didn't understand.

Ji Wuyou sighed: "I just said that kind of posture is not good. You insist on me to try it. You can't try it once, but you have to try it several times. If you work until midnight, whose waist can bear it? You lie down all the time, or you are being held I hug, of course it doesn't matter, only I'm tired..."

Lin Qiuhe hurriedly covered Ji Wuyou's mouth: "What kind of bullshit is this, we are filming!"

Ji Wuyou blinked innocently, and opened his hand: "I'm talking about practicing yoga, where did you think?"

Lin Qiuhe breathed a sigh of relief, almost scared to death by Ji Wuyou.

Unexpectedly, Ji Wuyou leaned close to his ear again, took off the collar microphones of the two of them, and whispered in a soft voice: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about the incident between the two of us in bed. The back pain is also fake. Come on a few more times." I can..."

The warm breath sprayed into the ears, and it was a little itchy. Lin Qiuhe's ears turned red, and he also lowered his voice: "It's just acting, don't you need to perform a full set?"

"Of course it is necessary. Acting must have a beginning and an end." Ji Wuyou held the back of his head ambiguously, and his lips were close to his ears, almost touching them. He shamelessly blew into Lin Qiuhe's ears, "Wife, You were so soft last night."