I, Yuelao, quit!

In the stairwell where lights were always on and off, Su Yun stood on tiptoe, tied the small luggage to Lu Yue's body, and tied a knot vigorously.

Then he stretched out his hands, encircled Lu Yue's waist naturally, and buried his head in Lu Yue's arms.

Su Yun pulled down Lu Yue's sleeve.

"Teleport!"

Lu Yue is like a person who drags his family back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year with a heavy load on his back, carrying his luggage on his back and hugging Su Yun on his front.

He rubbed Su Yun's head, "OK."

Su Yun closed her eyes nervously, and just felt the wind gently kiss her face, and when she opened her eyes carefully, she had already arrived in Lu Yue's empty home.

Su Yun's eyes lit up suddenly, and he jumped away from Lu Yue's embrace.

"A Yue, can you teleport me to and from get off work in the future?"

When he was at work, he pulled up his sleeves, and with a click, he immediately arrived at Yuelaosi.

After get off work, he hid in Lu Yue's arms again, and returned home in an instant.

Not only can you get close to an hour of sleep time, but you can also save a cloud of money.

Simply perfect.

Just when Lu Yue was about to say 'yes' softly, Su Yun suddenly stopped in his tracks and changed his words abruptly.

"But your family has a lot of Wanliyun, so don't really waste it."

The words stuck in his throat, Lu Yue could only pretend to be stupid to save his life.

"Xiao Yun, when did you come to my house?"

Su Yun blinked and scratched his head pretending to be annoyed.

"That's right, I seem to have misremembered, Lu Yue, can I go to your house to play after returning to Heaven?"

Meeting Su Yun's expectant clear eyes, Lu Yue froze in place.

... He only has one hall, so is it possible that he wants to buy another house temporarily?

Sure enough, a lie needs countless lies to cover it.

Lu Yue said with difficulty in a complicated mood, "Okay."

Su Yun raised his eyebrows as if he had succeeded, and looked around Lu Yue's room.

"A Yue, the decoration style of your house is exactly the same as that of Secretary Lu's hall."

When he first came here, he had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. There were only a few rooms in the double-storey duplex apartment, and the rest was the connected living room and dining room.

It is spacious enough to accommodate the aunts who sweat and dance a few lively square dances inside.

Thinking of Director Lu's hall, Su Yun suddenly had an ominous premonition.

You must know that there is only one bed in Director Lu's hall, which completely obliterates the possibility of guests staying overnight.

"A Yue, do you have a guest room at home?"

"Have."

Just as Su Yun breathed a sigh of relief, Lu Yue added.

"But there's only one bed in the house."

Su Yun gasped, and looked up at Lu Yue in shock, his head almost unable to turn around.

"...??!"

The brain circuits of Lu Yue and Director Lu are almost 100% synchronized.

Lu Yue explained solemnly.

"There are no guests at home, only me, so I didn't buy a bed."

Su Yun got into the 'guest room' he was talking about, and he stared at the obvious traces of the bedposts on the ground.

"A Yue, there used to be beds here, right?"

Even if Lu Yue's lie was exposed, he continued without blushing.

"There used to be, but the bed is broken."

The truth of the matter is that Lu Yue moved all three beds in the guest room into storage bags before Su Yun came.

Su Yun: "..."

Su Yun: "It's okay, if I don't have a bed, I can just go home and sleep."

With that said, Su Yun snatched the luggage from Lu Yue, and made a gesture to step out the door.

Lu Yue gave in.

He hugged Su Yun from behind, and buried his head on Su Yun's shoulder sullenly.

"But it's fixed again, and I'll take it out later."

Su Yun glared at Lu Yue without any imposing manner, took out his things from the luggage, and put them in the guest room.

Lu Yue followed Su Yun. Su Yun pulled the red thread out from the storage bag, so he helped to connect the red thread, and deliberately tossed himself into the red thread ball.

Lu Yue, who deliberately bundled them into 'red string rice dumplings', pretended to look at Su Yun blankly.

"...Xiao Yun, this red line..."

Su Yun didn't raise his head, and continued to concentrate on pulling the red thread out.

"It looks pretty good, and it will be steamed tomorrow morning."

Aggrieved, Lu Yue freed himself from the red thread.

"..."

When Su Yun brought out another pair of red thread shackles, Lu Yue took a step forward calmly, wanting to handcuff another pair of red thread shackles with Su Yun as an extra guarantee.

But he didn't expect Su Yun to handcuff his two handcuffs as soon as he turned around.

Lu Yue: "..."

He stood helplessly in the middle of the house with his hands hanging down like a prisoner.

"These are not the shackles formed by the red thread, but the shackles of education, specially used to teach 'disobedient' young fairy babies."

Su Yun also specially emphasized the word 'disobedient'.

In the process of packing up, Lu Yue would suddenly 'rub' against his hands, waist, and lips from time to time.

Just like when he was a child, his naive older brothers always interrupted him to practice spiritual arts.

Su Yun told Lu Yue not to move around, Lu Yue really did not move, only his eyes followed Su Yun's busy figure.

His eyes were completely fixed on Su Yun.

Su Yun was just out of anger, so he dared to order the prison and punishment department people like this.

Seeing that Lu Yue's body was as stiff as a piece of wood, he stood on tiptoe again and squeezed Lu Yue's cheek to relieve his anger.

By the way, the order was issued.

"Move."

The corners of Lu Yue's mouth curled up slightly, and he lowered his head and bit Su Yun's finger that hadn't retracted in time.

The hot and humid tongue licked around Su Yun's fingertips again.

Su Yun quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock and put it behind his back.

Fluttering eyes widened, unable to believe that the action just now was made by Lu Yue.

He stammered and ordered, "No...don't move!"

The numbness in the fingertips flowed through the whole body like an electric current, Su Yun couldn't even move his legs, and stood in a military posture with Lu Yue.

Lu Yue laughed and stood there without moving a centimeter.

Are he and Xiaoyun playing some kind of kindergarten game of 123 wooden figures?

However, it is good for Xiao Yun to be happy.

When Lu Yue was punished to stand, Su Yun finally packed the bronze mirror to contact the director from his luggage.

Before I started wiping the mirror, the phone vibrated crazily like an enemy base being bombed.

It's the director's phone number.

"Su Yun, when are you going back to Heaven?"

Su Yun was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say "at least wait a while", he suddenly noticed Lu Yue from the corner of his eye.

Lu Yue's body tensed up unnaturally, as if nervously waiting for his answer.

Standing in front of Lu Yue, he purposely amplified his voice and shouted out from the ten yuan store, "Ten yuan!"All ten yuan! 'The momentum comes.

"One week at the latest! I will return to Heaven in one week at the latest!"

Lu Yue's expression slowly sank, his brows were furrowed together in extreme displeasure, his eyes were sharper than the blade just out of its sheath.

It looked as if he wanted to chop Qin Wuyuan on the other end of the phone into human meat dumpling stuffing.

But the moment Su Yun turned his head back, it turned into grievance.

Like a puppy abandoned by its owner, he put on a pitiful look on purpose, and mouthed to Su Yun——

stay with me.

Slightly loosening the fingers holding the phone, Su Yun's heart trembled, and thousands of hot streams rushed through his heart.

Qin Wuyuan seemed to have guessed that Lu Yue was by his side, so it was rare for him to cooperate with Su Yun and cooperate with him internally and externally.

"Lu Sheng is not a mortal. After I crossed his name off the marriage book, the disordered marriage book has stabilized. In fact, you can go back to heaven now."

Lu Yue kept every word Qin Wuyuan said expressionless in his heart, and calculated the day when Qin Wuyuan would be recalled from the world.

Regardless of the constant and chaotic love between him and Bai Li.

Su Yun deliberately lowered his voice again, and said in embarrassment.

"But Lu Yue was seriously injured, I need to take care of him in this world..."

Qin Wuyuan sneered, awakening the innocent Su Yun.

"Seriously injured? It's just a flesh wound."

Su Yun was dumbfounded, "How come, Director Lu personally told me that Lu Sheng was seriously injured..."

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly guessed a terrible possibility.

If Lu Yue = Director Lu.

Then what Director Lu told him was nothing but Lu Yue's own directing and acting.

The little fist clenched tighter and tighter, Su Yun was so angry that his teeth itched, he wished he could grab Lu Yue's collar and bite hard.

Lu Yue better hope that he really isn't Director Lu.

Otherwise, he might really eat Lu Yue alive.

He can't touch Director Lu, so can't he still deal with the mortal Lu Sheng?

Two small flames of anger ignited in Su Yun's eyes.

Qin Wuyuan impatiently 'hello' on the other end of the phone a lot before Su Yun came back to his senses.

"Director, I should report back to Yue Lao Division soon, you asked me to pack my things for a few days."

"Okay, by the way, Su Yun, there is one more thing about your mother."

The ominous premonition enveloped Su Yun deeply like a dark cloud.

Qin Wuyuan then said leisurely.

"Su Yun, your mother was concerned about your recent situation just now, so I told her about the red line between you and Lu Yue."

"She seems to be very dissatisfied with Lu Yue, and she is coming to the world aggressively—"

He concluded with a sympathetic blessing.

"Take care and remember to come back to work in a week."

Su Yun let go of his hand in a daze, and the phone fell to the ground with a loud sound.

He was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating, and Daimao stood stiffly on top of his head.

The cracked tempered screen suddenly lit up, and the phone danced to the old disco lively again.

...It's the phone number of the director's wife.