I fell in love with the president of flash marriage

Although it took less than a minute for the closet to be opened, and even though Xia Chen closed the closet with his backhand, the audience still had a clear view of the clothes hanging inside. cut in half.

It wasn't until Xia Chen slammed the cabinet door and said that sentence that the audience suddenly came back to their senses, and the bullet screens on the major live broadcast platforms exploded:

"!! What did I just see?! woc halter?!"

"Fuck, I read that right, the length of the white sweater should cover the buttocks, but there is really no fabric on the back, and the opening goes directly to... grass!"

"Ah ah ah ah, Mr. Xia, you have a good life, boy?!"

"Mr. Xia: ... Do you believe me when I say that sweater is worn by myself?"

"No way, the brothers are all lying? Open the skylight and tell the truth."

"Ah, sir, you still have long hair. Think about sweeping a ponytail on your exposed back, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses... Mr. Xia, you are so happy, Mr. Xia!!"

"Damn, sir, someone will be beaten when you come back"

"Sir, you don't want your wife to know that you exposed that sweater, do you?"

"Where did the Japanese netizens come from!"

After stabbing a small basket, Xia Chen's mental state obviously experienced some subtle changes. After a pause, he fell into deep thought, and even forgot about taking the audience to visit the study room next door.

Qi Zhusheng didn't know anything about the good things Xia Chen did in the bedroom. When he came back after washing up, he found Xia Chen was still in the bedroom. He didn't think much about it, he just said casually: "Haven't you finished visiting the bedroom yet?"

Xia Chen was taken aback, and quickly smiled to cover it up: "I just finished the tour, and I'm about to go out."

Qi Zhusheng keenly sensed something wrong when he heard the words, he raised his eyebrows and said: "... What bad things did you do again?"

Xia Chen immediately put on a look of grievance, walked up to Qi Zhusheng's side and hugged him around the waist very naturally, lowered his head and began to act like a baby: "What is 'again', have I done anything bad? Sir, don't Wrong me."

As he said that, he lowered his head and was going to kiss Qi Zhusheng, Qi Zhusheng laughed and let him kiss him for a while, then put his arms around his neck, and pinched him lightly twice, just like pinching his own puppy.

"Aren't you doing too many bad things?" Qi Zhusheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it an exaggeration to say that there are too many to write?"

Xia Chen blinked: "What is too many books?"

Qi Zhusheng couldn't help but nodded his shoulder: "It means that you have done all kinds of bad things, and you can't finish your crimes."

"How can I!" Xia Chen immediately complained to himself, "Except for the time when my husband was drunk, I did a little too much...I am very obedient at other times."

"Really?" Qi Zhusheng pinched his face and said dangerously, "Have you forgotten the good things you did last month? I think Xia will really lose his memory someday."

Xia Chen was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he understood: "The business trip..."

Qi Zhusheng's eyebrows twitched, fearing that he would say something in front of the camera, he hurriedly warned: "Okay, since you have done so many bad things, your reputation is really in jeopardy... Tell me the truth, you just What were you doing in the house?"

Xia Chen immediately straightened his waist and promised: "I really didn't do anything!"

Qi Zhusheng looked at him suspiciously for a while, then nodded reluctantly and said, "Then trust you again for now... let's go downstairs and have breakfast."

Xia Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and hurriedly followed Qi Zhusheng and walked down.

However, the two of them were calm for the time being, but the audience couldn't be as calm as them, especially after hearing what the two of them said just now, which seemed to be "hidden secrets" in daily life, the whole live broadcast room was not calm:

"!! What did you kid do when you got drunk!!"

"Fuckfuckfuck, can you do bad things while on a business trip?! Damn, how do you do it? It can't be remotely..."

"Ah, I see, could it be that..."

"The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty faltered and faltered, and no one dared to speak!"

"It means that the live broadcast room may really be blocked, um, it can only be felt, not expressed in words."

"Ah, ah, because of the sweater just now, I can't stand seeing Mr. now."

"+111, sir, I can't help drooling just standing there, Pavlov's dog belongs to it"

"Mr. Xia, since you've made the first mistake, it's not bad for the second mistake. How about opening the bedside table to have a look?"

"Mr. Xia:? I think you want me to die and take my place"

Qi Zhusheng and Xia Chen came down from the second floor, sat at the dining table and started breakfast.

Qi Zhusheng took a steamed dumpling, and after putting it in his mouth, he obviously showed a surprised expression.

Seeing this, Xia Chen hurriedly asked in anticipation: "How is it, sir? How does it taste?"

"It's delicious... very delicious." Qi Zhusheng nodded seriously, but then showed a hesitant expression.

Seeing this, Xia Chen immediately asked nervously: "Is there any other question?"

Qi Zhusheng shook his head and said, "No, I just... want to cook you a meal at noon, but I don't know what to do."

Xia Chen wasn't that nervous at first, but when he heard this, his nervousness immediately increased, and he sat upright in his seat in an instant, and his tone was full of disbelief: "First...why did you suddenly remember to cook for me? ...Is there any holiday recently?"

Seeing this, Qi Zhusheng laughed and said: "No, I just wanted to cook you a meal, and I didn't intend to poison you. How about your reaction?"

"It's just... a little flattered." Xia Chen's words were obviously true, and his whole speech was floating, "Actually, you don't need to see that the sir is so kind to me for the sake of the live broadcast, and I'm a little uncomfortable."

"What did you say?" Qi Zhusheng was funny and angry, and gave him a kick under the table, "It makes me treat you badly. I just want to cook you a meal, which has nothing to do with the live broadcast." Any relationship...why, you don't want to eat, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Chen immediately sat up straight, and couldn't even think about eating: "Absolutely not!"

Qi Zhusheng raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Understood, that's because I'm not good enough to Mr. Xia, that's why Mr. Xia is flattered for a mere meal."

Xia Chen immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, absolutely no such meaning..."

After thinking for a while, Qi Zhusheng interrupted him: "Tell me, what do you want to eat for lunch today."

Seeing that Qi Zhu made up his mind to make lunch, Xia Chen really had no choice but to choose a relatively simple dish after being silent for a while: "Noodles with tomato sauce, I really want to eat noodles with tomato sauce today."

The tomato sauce noodles are actually a bit of a stalk, because Qi Zhusheng said he wanted to eat tomato sauce noodles when the accident was broadcast live the night before, and the audience immediately recalled the grand occasion of that day in the barrage, and the voices of ridicule kept coming and going. The bullet screen is still saying, "That day, Mr. only got the tomato sauce noodles with a "brother" and "husband". Does Mr. Xia want to be an empty-handed wolf?"

Qi Zhusheng obviously also thought about what happened that day, his face became hot, he cleared his throat and said, "Okay."

Today is the weekend, Xia Chen has nothing to do, so after breakfast, when Qi Zhusheng was going to wash the dishes, he put his arms around Qi Zhusheng's waist like a baby: "Shall we wash the dishes together after lunch, sir— I've been busy for a week and I'm so tired, why don't you stay with me for a while."

Never thinking about Qi Zhusheng, he said seriously: "I have to start preparing for lunch."

Xia Chen was obviously taken aback when he heard the words, and after regaining his senses, he couldn't help but said: "It's only nine o'clock now... lunch won't be until at least eleven o'clock, right?"

Qi Zhusheng shook his head: "I cook slowly, and I haven't done it for a long time, so I have to prepare in advance."

When Xia Chen heard this, he was afraid that Qi Zhusheng would cut his own hands when he was chopping vegetables, so he would follow him into the kitchen no matter what he heard.

After Qi Zhusheng finished washing the dishes, he turned his head and saw Xia Chen holding a familiar pink apron in his hand. He immediately rang the alarm, leaned back subconsciously, and pressed his back against the stove behind him. He took a deep breath. He said in one breath, "...I don't wear this one."

Xia Chen was a little confused, so he asked, "Why?"

Qi Zhusheng's cheeks were slightly red, and he gave Xia Chen a serious look after hearing the words: "...No reason, I have a psychological shadow on this apron."

Xia Chen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly recalled the good deeds he had done, and immediately showed a bright smile: "It's okay sir, I have washed it after I finished wearing it last time."

The audience hadn't realized what could be wrong with an apron until they heard Xia Chen's words, and the barrage suddenly came to their senses:

"Wait, sir, why do you have a psychological shadow on the apron?"

"Maybe the quality is too poor, some aprons are definitely too hard, and it's uncomfortable to wear on the body"

"Is there a possibility that normal people can't feel the hardness of the apron, because the apron is worn outside the clothes?"

"...is there a possibility that sir is wearing the apron with no clothes on and that's why the apron needs to be washed (OMG what am I talking about)"

"?!! Damn, I suddenly feel that this explanation is very reasonable"

"!! Originally, I might think that everyone is filthy, but after seeing that sweater...everything makes sense!"

"Fuck, isn't this a bit too much?"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, it's all just our subjective assumptions, assumptions"

"This is called a reasonable guess! Such a beautiful apron, do you think Mr. Xia's character might let it go? Impossible!"

Qi Zhusheng's face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't help but glared at Xia Chen. Seeing this, Xia Chen immediately said seriously: "Don't worry, sir, I will wear this by myself."

Although Xia Chen claimed to have washed the apron, Qi Zhusheng still frowned and said: "You are not allowed to wear it either."

Xia Chen changed his words quite obediently: "Then I will immediately make this apron disappear from my sight."

After saying that, he took the apron and went out, and came back empty-handed after a while, when Qi Zhusheng saw this, he asked suspiciously: "Throw it away?"

After a pause, Xia Chen said honestly: "I'm not willing."

Qi Zhusheng was funny and angry, raised his hand and tapped his shoulder: "Excellent."

Seeing Qi Zhusheng's reaction, Xia Chen knew that he didn't really hate that apron, but because he was a little shy about the previous incident, so Xia Chen showed a bright smile when he heard the words: "Since Mr. is tired of wearing it, I will change it to you next time." Are you dressed well?"

It goes without saying what occasion to wear, Qi Zhusheng gave him a neutral look, then turned around and took another apron from the drawer and put it on: "I'm going to start cooking, don't chat with the chef."

Qi Zhusheng spoke in a very serious manner, Xia Chen couldn't help laughing and said: "Got it."

Then Qi Zhusheng showed Xia Chen and the netizens in the live broadcast room what "cooking" is.

Tomatoes must be used in tomato sauce noodles, but Qi Zhusheng was a little helpless in the face of tomatoes, and he couldn't cut them with a knife for a long time.

Xia Chen watched him hold up the knife for a long time and couldn't help but said: "How about... let's give Tomato a good time, it's like going to the guillotine, the executioner raised the knife a few times but didn't cut it off, I will do it for you." It's scared."

Qi Zhusheng couldn't help laughing when he heard this, he almost dropped the knife from the chopping board, Xia Chen was terrified watching from the side, his blood pressure almost came out from fright.

"It's not that I don't want to do it, I just think that the skin must be peeled when making tomato sauce noodles." Qi Zhusheng smiled and explained, "Isn't there no skin in the bowl you made for me before? How did it go so bad?" clean?"

Xia Chen said clearly: "Peel off the skin, it's easy, just cut a cross on it, put it in boiling water for a while, and it'll be fine."

Qi Zhusheng boiled a pot of water according to what he said, Xia Chen felt that there should be no accidents in this step, so he went outside to grab a handful of toffee to satisfy his craving, but as soon as he returned to the kitchen, he saw that the pot in front of Qi Zhusheng was extremely lively, The boiling posture didn't know that he thought the nuclear bomb had exploded.

"Sir! Just boil it and it will be fine, you can't boil it like this!" Xia Chen quickly stuffed the handful of toffee into his mouth, and walked up to turn off the fire in three steps at a time.

However, his fistful of toffee was really too much, Xia Chen was speechless in an instant, and could only point to the pot and then to the faucet.

"Why are you eating so much sugar again? Don't indulge yourself just because you're young, be careful of tooth decay." Qi Zhusheng didn't have much opinion on Xia Chen's liking for sugar. He was mainly worried about his body. Bar?"

Xia Chen nodded while chewing the sticky toffee.

Seeing this, Qi Zhusheng laughed and took out the tomatoes from the pot. After rinsing them under cold water, the skins of the tomatoes were indeed easy to peel, but the flesh inside became as loose as the skins.

Qi Zhusheng blinked at the semi-soft tomato flesh under his hands, picked them up after thinking for a while, put them on the chopping board and started cutting.

Under Qi Zhusheng's hands, the soft and rotten tomatoes turned into a puddle of tomato pulp. Coupled with the bright color of the tomatoes, the whole chopping board instantly became "pretty".

After Xia Chen managed to swallow the toffee by the side, he couldn't help showing an expression that wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

After Qi Zhusheng finished cutting, he looked at his "masterpiece", and couldn't help but feel a little funny. He turned his head and saw Xia Chen's expression, and couldn't help but said: "Laugh if you want... I tried my best."

Xia Chen let out a "puchi" laugh: "Cutting a tomato can cut up a corpse... Mister is really suitable to play that kind of indifferent and high-intelligence serial murderer."

Qi Zhusheng sighed helplessly and amusedly. In the public's impression, he had always been an omnipotent, high-cold beauty, the kind who was omnipotent from literature to martial arts, but now he broke through with his own strength. With this stereotype, the audience was maddened by his cuteness:

"Hahahahaha, I never thought that my cooking skills are similar to mine."

"Although it's very muddy and ooc...but I still have to say!! The clumsy gentleman who cooks for my husband is so cute ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)"

"Mr. Xia's mouth is too bad, hahaha, God damn it, the scene where the corpse was broken up, you can help your wife with this kung fu!"

"I suddenly realized why Mr. Xia cooks at their house"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I didn't expect the effect of cooking a tomato. Sir, this cooking skill is really at the pinnacle."

"Stupid beauty is so cute prpr"

"After cutting the tomato, I scratched it with a knife. I laughed so hard. Are you trying to appease the dead man?"

Facts proved that Qi Zhusheng did not lie, he was really slow in cooking, and after nearly three hours of hard work, the bowl of tomato sauce noodles that had suffered so much was finally out of the oven.

In all fairness, except for the lack of sugar and poor presentation, the overall taste is good.

Xia Chen highly praised this bowl of noodles, and boasted that Qi Zhusheng's cooking talent was unmatched, and he almost praised his husband as a chef.

However, although Qi Zhusheng got some comfort from Xia Chen's flattery, he himself is very aware of his cooking skills, and feels that Xia Chen has cooked so many meals for him, and he almost cooked one meal for him when he wanted to. The kitchen was on fire, and he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

At this moment, Xia Chen didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. In their family, whoever does the cooking has always been the one who doesn't have to wash the dishes, so after lunch, Xia Chen consciously went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

When he came out after washing the dishes, Xia Chen saw Qi Zhusheng was reading materials on the sofa wearing glasses.

Because of the escape from the secret room last time, Qi Zhusheng became very interested in Chinese horror. He wanted to write a related work, but he himself was very afraid. I have been looking for inspiration from various materials for a few days, of course, only in the afternoon, because the sun is the strongest in the afternoon, and his sense of fear can be slightly less.

Qi Zhusheng turned over a page of information, because he was a little scared, so he pushed his glasses carefully, just when he was frowning and was about to look down, Xia Chen suddenly hugged him from behind.

Qi Zhusheng was so frightened that his heart stopped for a few beats, but Xia Chen rubbed him affectionately: "Sir—stop reading, just look at me."

Speaking of which, relying on his long legs, he took off his shoes from behind the sofa and stepped on the sofa directly, and lay down on Qi Zhusheng's lap, looking up at Qi Zhusheng expectantly like a puppy.

Qi Zhusheng laughed at this set of movements, lowered his head and pinched Xia Chen's cheek and said, "Why are you so clingy?"

"I can't help it..." Xia Chen put his arms around his waist and buried his face in his arms, and said pitifully, "I've been busy for a week, and I've been lying with those people every day, and I'm so tired that my arms are about to break. Hug your husband and relax... My husband still reads every day, do you read books as well as me?"

Xia Chen was indeed very busy in the past week, because the wedding of the two had already been finalized, in order to make time for the wedding days, Xia Chen left early and returned late almost every day these days.

Qi Zhusheng paused for a moment and then suddenly put the book aside: "Is there any other discomfort besides the arm?"

Xia Chen was taken aback when he heard the words, he was just acting like a baby casually, but he didn't expect that Qi Zhusheng would actually put down the book for him.

"Other places are fine..." Xia Chen replied truthfully, "I don't feel any discomfort for now."

"Not feeling it for a while doesn't mean you haven't overused it." Qi Zhusheng pushed his glasses and said, "Get up first, and I'll give you a massage."

Xia Chen was taken aback, and hurriedly sat up from the sofa, flattered and stuttered a little: "Then...then what, it's a bit inappropriate..."

"What's wrong with this?" Qi Zhusheng laughed, "Didn't you give me a massage before? Am I really that bad to you? Just a massage makes you so excited?"

"No, no, no..." Xia Chen quickly shook his head, "I didn't mean that..."

"Then obediently go and lie down on the sofa next to you." Qi Zhusheng interrupted him, "Be obedient."

Xia Chen swallowed a little when he heard the words, but still obediently stood up, went to the side sofa and lay down.

Qi Zhusheng walked up to him, casually moved a small stool and sat down, raised his hand and gestured twice and found that it seemed that it was not easy to use his strength, so he simply got on the sofa, raised his legs and knelt down on Xia Chen's back superior.

Xia Chen froze for an instant, Qi Zhusheng felt the stiffness under his body before he could make a move, and after a pause, he couldn't help lowering his head and asked, "Am I heavy?"

For the two of them, no matter how excessive things have been done, Qi Zhusheng didn't realize how ambiguous this posture was in the eyes of others.

Qi Zhusheng knelt on the sofa with his legs curled up, just sitting on Xia Chen's waist. The thin layer of pajamas was not as tangible as ordinary clothes, but instead stuck to his body as his upper body leaned forward slightly, it was unbearable. Kan showed a little waistline, and his low ponytail just swept over his shoulders, and slid to the front of him along with the movement.

The audience was lamenting that Xia Chen was blessed with a knee pillow one second ago, but the next second they saw Qi Zhusheng sitting directly on Xia Chen's back with his hip raised, and more importantly, the other party asked Xia Chen innocently. Chen why nervous.

With such a bold action coupled with such an innocent expression, the rationality of netizens was instantly blown away:

"Sir!!! Ahhh, how can someone be so ignorant even after being married, you will get fucked like this, you know!!"

"Fuck, is this a serious massage shop?"

"President Xia, you are so blessed!!"

"Damn it, do you still need to wear clothes when you have a massage between husband and wife? Do you treat the brothers as outsiders!"

"Fuck, sir, this drooping hair really pokes my xp hard"

"Hmm... When my husband was drunk, he said that he had long hair for his husband, so Mr. Xia, you really like it!!"

"President Xia's xp is 20 years ahead of the entire network"

"Long hair yyds, listen to me, thank you Mr. Xia!"

In a trance, Xia Chen only felt that he had returned to the day when he participated in the escape from the secret room, and the breath he exhaled was hot. He managed to regain some sense, and after hearing Qi Zhusheng's words, he hurriedly said: "No... I was just thinking that my husband has been preparing the materials for a week, and I don’t know if I have any inspiration from the research?”

"The framework of the story has a little outline, but it still feels almost meaningless..." Qi Zhusheng did not doubt him, raised his hand and pressed Xia Chen's back neck, but before he could move, the people under him endured it. Unable to shrink his neck, Qi Zhusheng said with great amusement, "Am I really an executioner? I haven't moved yet, why are you nervous?"

Xia Chen didn't dare to tell the truth in front of the camera, fearing that the live broadcast room would be blocked, so he said indiscriminately, "I just feel... the sudden kindness of my husband to me reminds me of a sentence..."

Qi Zhusheng paused when he heard the words, pressed his hand lightly, and couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about?"

Xia Chen knew that he would be scolded for saying this, but he couldn't help but teased: "Da Lang, I took medicine...Hiss, it hurts."

"It's right if it hurts." Qi Zhu was angry and funny, then lowered his head and said dangerously, "I like playing Wu Dalang so much, has Ximen Qing figured out who it is?"

Xia Chen squatted on the sofa and blinked, then said shamelessly: "...It's me too."

"It's you too?" Qi Zhusheng's subordinates increased their strength a bit, and began to press down along Xia Chen's spine, "Boss Xia plays two roles, it's very hard work."

"Actually..." Xia Chen's voice was a bit muffled, obviously looking for something to divert his attention, "Wu Song can also be me."

While speaking, he touched Qi Zhusheng's waist with his backhand. Qi Zhusheng didn't react at first, so he sat on his waist and let him touch it.

However, after Qi Zhusheng pressed Xia Chen's spine twice, he suddenly realized what the other person meant, he immediately blushed, raised his hand and knocked Xia Chen's hand away: "...Little bastard!"

The audience was still immersed in the shock of Xia Chen saying that he would play Ximen Qing. When they heard his last words, countless "pure" netizens didn't react for a while. They didn't realize Xia Chen's face until they saw Qi Zhusheng blushing. What Chen meant, the bullet screen was instantly filled with various question marks:

"??? Damn, isn't this a bit too much?"

"Hiss...sister-in-law's literature, isn't it, Mr. Xia really dares to say it"

"It's so awesome, I dislocated my jaw"

"This nima's [-] Cao thieves in the entire network can't compare with Mr. Xia. I rely on this to be the role-playing you play every day at home?"

"Such a good script is for you to act on the sofa?! Waste everything!!"

"Actually... it's not impossible to sit on the sofa"

"Grass, I suddenly had an idea. With that kind of rural background, the big beauty's family has fallen, and she is forced to marry a handsome guy who has no father or mother. He just turned 20. His husband disappeared within a few days. The big beauty is heartbroken. At that time, her husband came back suddenly, and when the husband was overjoyed, the man walked up to him and said: Sister-in-law, my brother is dead...Of course, it was finally discovered that his husband actually has a dual personality.”

"!!! Grass, it fits Mr. Xia's bad personality too much, it's something he would do, Xiangxiang! Write it quickly!!"

"Now I feel that the total number of [-] wives in the entire network is not as good as that of Mr. Xia. I suggest that Mr. Xia go directly to the sea to create fanfiction for the benefit of fangirls."

"Mr. Xia:? The one I wrote is called the original, understand!"

Because of Xia Chen's indifferent words just now, Qi Zhusheng was so ashamed that he had no strength to strike. Xia Chen was not afraid of his heavy strikes, but was afraid of the feeling of lightness like a feather sweeping across his heart.

Every place that Qi Zhusheng's cool fingertips swept made Xia Chen feel extremely tormented, as if he was about to ascend to immortality.

In order to divert his attention, Xia Chen took a few deep breaths and continued with the previous topic: "Sir... what is the framework of your story? Tell me maybe I can give you some inspiration."

Qi Zhusheng thought for a while and then said: "Actually, it can't be called a framework. The things in my mind are like a few puzzle pieces. There are only some small characters and plots, which can't be put together... Let me roughly say , is not something that has been finalized, you can mention anything unreasonable."

"Yeah." Xia Chen obediently responded, "Okay."

"My inspiration comes from Chinese-style horror. To be specific, it's the incorporeal sense of horror that makes me feel very novel." Qi Zhusheng said while pressing Xia Chen's arm, "I've studied a few related materials , There are several points at the core of Chinese-style horror, one is the collision of great joy and great sorrow, such as the weirdness on the wedding day, or the laughing woman who appeared next to the coffin on the day of the funeral.

The second is the fear caused by seemingly normal minor abnormalities, such as returning home to find that everything is as usual, but there is a clump of hair in the trash can that has been emptied in the morning.

The third is abnormalities in familiar people. This is actually somewhat similar to the second one, but the difference is that this mostly happens between husband and wife, that is, the lovers who share the same bed suddenly discover the strangeness of each other. .Or there is another kind, the person whom I miss for a long time returns to me, but I find that he is not the person he used to be.

Others are the application of items with special meanings, such as paper money and paper figurines, and the special status of women and children in the story.

However, if you want to arrange them according to the main line, it will probably still be the first three... So do you have any ideas? "

Xia Chen was almost driven out of his senses by him, and it took him a while to react before he gritted his teeth and said, "The first two are pretty good... but the last one, I think it's so like an urban ethics drama, I've missed it for a long time It's easy to turn into the kind of bloody script where people go wrong after ten years of marriage, and there is no sense of horror."

After thinking about it for a while, Qi Zhusheng felt that what he said was right, so he changed a little detail: "Then what if one of them is set as dead?"

Xia Chen immediately became interested: "How to say?"

Qi Zhusheng thought for a while and said: "For example... there is a widow whose husband has been dead for ten years, but suddenly one day she opened her eyes and found her husband was beside her. She was shocked, but the surrounding People are normal, as if her husband had never died.

The widow was a little happy at first, but then she found that although her husband was as good as before, there was a tinge of weirdness in his behavior. She was terrified at first, but because she missed her husband so much, she finally chose to deceive herself.

Day by day like this, she deceived herself and regained happiness, but one day, she woke up and found that she was lying in a coffin, beside her lay a skeleton wearing her husband's clothes . "

After finishing speaking, Qi Zhusheng frightened himself so much that he couldn't help closing his eyes.However, his professionalism is really excellent. The audience who were still frantically posting bullet screens and craving cp in the live broadcast room were instantly frightened and stupid, and they all said why my cabinet suddenly moved in the afternoon.

As soon as Qi Zhusheng talked about the plot, his whole state changed. Of course, what's more important is that his actions were neither serious nor serious. Xia Chen was pressed down by him and quickly stopped: "Sir...wait a minute... "

Qi Zhusheng was startled: "What's the matter, is it too scary?"

"It's not... hiss—" Xia Chen took a deep breath, "If you press me down like this again, I think I'll have something wrong."

Hearing this, Qi Zhusheng let go of his hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is my massage technique that bad?"

Xia Chen grabbed his waist with his backhand, and taking advantage of Qi Zhusheng's defenselessness, he pushed him down on the sofa with all his strength.

Qi Zhusheng was startled, and was forced to kneel down on the sofa. After recovering, he quickly pushed Xia Chen back: "What are you doing..."

"Sir, let's just lie down and enjoy it." Xia Chen said with a pun with a smile, "Let me show you what technology is."

Qi Zhusheng was stunned for a moment and blushed on the spot, subconsciously wanting to sit up: "I'm not tired...uh—!"

Before he finished speaking, Xia Chen raised his hand and pressed on his lumbar spine, Qi Zhusheng's waist softened all of a sudden, and his upper body directly lay on the sofa.

"Sir, I've read the books for a week. If you're not tired, I'll be tired for you." Xia Chen said, spreading his hands and rubbing Qi Zhusheng's waist. His massage technique is quite professional, and the strength is very good.

He didn't notice it when he was sitting, but at this moment, under Xia Chen's massage, Qi Zhusheng suddenly realized that his waist seemed to be a little tired and needed to be relaxed, but before he felt comfortable twice, Xia Chen's fingers didn't know where to go At one point, Qi Zhusheng suddenly opened his eyes wide and struggled quickly: "Wait—wait—"

Qi Zhusheng subconsciously wanted to grab something under his hands, but the sofa cushion had no place to grab it. This feeling like duckweed made Qi Zhusheng helpless and scared.

The tired muscles in the waist were slowly relaxed under Xia Chen's vigorous massage, but this process was like a day, and Qi Zhusheng was sobbing and crying.

However, Qi Zhusheng was not the only one who reacted fiercely, the audience reacted even more fiercely than himself:

"??? I am blind, what are the two people in the picture doing?"

"Damn, Mr. Xia, are you doing a massage? I don't even want to point you out!"

"Although, Mr. Xia's method is indeed very professional, but what I want to say is...is this something we can watch for free?!"

"Damn it, sir, has he been forced to cry?"

"Hmm... Is it crying in pain or what?"

"!!! You are wrong!"

"Ah, Mr. Xia's two hands are just enough to hold Mr.'s waist, it's too rough, it's too rough."

Seeing this, Xia Chen persuaded while standing and talking without back pain: "Sir, you should go out with me to exercise in the evening, otherwise sitting for a long time will not be good for your waist."

Qi Zhusheng really wanted to say that a large part of the reason for my sore back was because of you, but he didn't dare to speak at all, for fear that if he opened his mouth, he would make a sound that could not be played, and it would be embarrassing.

However, Xia Chen insisted on making him speak, and after pressing the button twice, he continued the topic just now: "Oh right, I don't think Mr.'s description just now is not scary enough."

Qi Zhusheng whimpered, and reluctantly said in a nasal voice, "Why...why?"

"Substitute it, if Mister is that widow..." Xia Chen slapped Qi Zhusheng with his backhand halfway through his words, and he quickly laughed, "I mean, if, if, Mister, don't get excited. When you wake up, Seeing your dead husband lying beside you, how do you react? Your husband has been dead for ten years, can you still remember all the details of him?"

"Nonsense..." Qi Zhusheng didn't want to answer this question at all, but squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "Is there anyone who curses himself like that?"

Seeing this, Xia Chen turned into a playful person, raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir, do you really like your dead husband that much?"

Qi Zhusheng was stunned for a moment and then blushed suddenly, just when he was about to speak, Xia Chen took advantage of the time when he was in a daze, and pressed all the way up his spine.

Because of work, Qi Zhusheng needs to sit for a long time, he didn't even realize that his spine had some slight problems, at this moment when Xia Chen pressed him like this, he immediately shed physiological tears from the pain, and slid down his cheeks , looks very pitiful.

"It's a pity, even if you miss him again, you won't be able to see him anymore." Xia Chen smiled and lowered his head to kiss him on the cheek, "Why are you crying? Don't cry baby, I will love you from now on."

Xia Chen looked like a disciple, Qi Zhusheng was so ashamed that he wanted to call him an asshole, but this person's technique was the same as a serious massage, the numbness and pain from the spine made Qi Zhusheng unable to speak at all, he could only sideways While crying, she softened her body and turned to stare at him.

It's a pity that his glance didn't have the slightest deterrent power, but Xia Chen couldn't hold back when he saw it, and his attack became stronger.

"Well—" Qi Zhusheng finally couldn't help crying, "Be gentle..."

In fact, the reason why Xia Chen said that was to divert Qi Zhusheng's attention and make his husband feel less pain.

But the audience didn't know, they suddenly came back to their senses when they heard the sound, because of the angle of view, they couldn't see Qi Zhusheng's face, they could only hear his voice, and the barrage howled at this moment:

"What kind of bullshit is this