My CP must be sweet!

After another month, the Internet returned to calm again, and netizens had already left the matter of Miyazawa's beating in the clouds.Luo Mingfan began to consider taking another play for Miyazawa, but Miyazawa had completely fallen in love with this decadent and debauched life, and refused to take any more plays no matter what, saying that he would take a year off.Luo Mingfan had no choice but to give him some less time-consuming jobs.

One weekend, Luo Mingfan came to talk about work.Wenger also had a rare rest, and was nestling on the sofa with Miyazawa watching a TV series.Seeing him coming to the door suddenly, Wenger asked casually, "Aren't you going on a date with Tian Tian today?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Luo Mingfan sprayed all his water on Maltose who happened to be walking over, and the wet feeling made Maltose scream a few times in dissatisfaction.

Luo Mingfan quickly hugged the dog to his lap, took out a tissue to wipe the fur, and looked at Wenger with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "How do you know?"

"Tan Tian told me yesterday that he is looking forward to this date." Wenger looked at Luo Mingfan teasingly.

Luo Mingfan was even more embarrassed, his face was flushed, and he wiped his dog's hair with his head down, not daring to look at the two people opposite him.

Wenger knew that Miyazawa's manager was thin-skinned, so he didn't continue after teasing him appropriately, and took Maltose away, leaving the two of them to talk about business.

After Wenger left, Luo Mingfan breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep breath, and discussed business with Gong Ze with a serious expression.

"You also know that live broadcasts are very popular now. I discussed with the company and I want you to do a live broadcast. It doesn't need to be too long for about half an hour, and the content is not required. Do as you want. This live broadcast is mainly For the sake of the fans, you haven't shown your face for almost half a year, so it's just to appease the fans."

Miyazawa frowned when he heard this, with a face of resistance.

Luo Mingfan expected early on that it would be impossible to convince him so easily, and continued: ""Adventure Youth" will be broadcast in July. In order to cooperate with the work, if it doesn't work, 15 minutes will do, just show up."

Miyazawa propped his head in thought and didn't speak for a long time, but judging by his expression, he still didn't want to agree.

Luo Mingfan sighed: "If you really don't want to, forget it."

He was about to give up, but Miyazawa's eyes lit up suddenly, and he sat up straight: "I agree."

"Ah?" Luo Mingfan was stunned, "You agree?"

"Yeah." Miyazawa nodded, "You prepare as soon as possible, just as I have something to tell them, you prepare as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

"Huh?" Luo Mingfan was caught off guard by his change of attitude, and nodded in a daze, "Okay, then I'll go back and prepare first, and I'll let you know when the time comes."

Luo Mingfan didn't stay any longer, and hurried back to the company to prepare for the live broadcast.

After Luo Mingfan left, Wenger came out of the piano room with Maltose in his arms: "Did you agree to the live broadcast?"

"Did you hear it all?" Miyazawa hugged Maltose to the ground and hugged Wenger himself.

"Hear some." Wenger casually took the two candies from the candy box, tore off the packaging bag, ate one for himself, and fed the other to Miyazawa.Unexpectedly, Miyazawa kept his mouth shut and refused to eat, so Wenger simply ate both of them by himself.As a result, as soon as he stuffed the candy into his mouth, Miyazawa pressed his head, pressed his lips tightly together, pried open his jaw with his tongue, and snatched one.

Wenger licked the saliva from the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes: "Virtue."

Miyazawa grinned, bit the candy, and kissed him on the lips again: "The ones that pass through your mouth are sweeter."

"You're so sweet." Wenger pinched his face, "It's business."

"I was going to refuse, but then I remembered what you said before, and I changed my mind." Miyazawa hugged the person in his arms tighter again.

"What?" Wenger asked.

"Didn't I ask you before, how will the fans react when they know our real relationship? You said that either you committed suicide by jumping off the building, or you dragged us to jump off the building and commit suicide together."

Wenger thought for a while and nodded: "I said that, but what does it have to do with the live broadcast?"

"I think it's necessary to educate them about the law and let them know that their practice is called premeditated murder, which is against the law." Miyazawa looked serious.

Wenger looked at his lover with an expression of looking at a fool, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you really want to read the law to them?"

"It's just part of it, but I really think it's good to give them some hints beforehand, to reassure them first, so they shouldn't be too excited when we go public."

Wenger didn't take it seriously, and patted him on the head: "Zhuang Zhuang, you are still too young, don't you know that diehard fans are a group of irrational creatures, no matter how you comfort them, they will explode when they are about to explode of."

Miyazawa didn't believe it: "There will always be some effect."

"Then I wish you luck," Wenger said as he got off Miyazawa's lap, attracting Maltose again.

"Where are you going?" Seeing that he was going out, Gong Ze hurriedly asked.

"Send the maltose to Yu Ran." Wenger waved his claws towards Miyazawa, then lowered his head and said to Maltose, "Goodbye, Dad."

"Wow, woof." Maltose yelled twice out of embarrassment.

"Why send them away, aren't we all at home?" Miyazawa looked puzzled.

"Didn't you think your son was causing trouble yesterday? I sent him away so that you can use it." Wenger smiled ambiguously.

"Troubleshooting? What do you want me to do?" Miyazawa's brain rarely short-circuited.

Wenger rolled his eyes again, and said angrily: "If you can't remember it, forget it, I won't send that son away." Wenger walked back while holding maltose, "I still want to say that it's rare to be at home today, satisfied You once, if you don’t want it, forget it.”

Only then did Miyazawa remember the sofa play that was interrupted by maltose in the morning, and he jumped up from the sofa, looking at Wenger with bright eyes: "I want it! This is a must! Send it, send it! I will prepare it first. one time."

"What are you going to do?" Wenger asked him.

Miyazawa smiled mysteriously, and dragged out a small box from the utility room.

"What is this?" Wenger walked over curiously, and was about to open the box, but was stopped by Miyazawa, who pressed his shoulder and pushed him towards the door, "Come back and see, send my son away first, and then let you Play enough."

"What?" Miyazawa purposely mumbled the word "playing", but Wenger really didn't hear clearly, and wanted to ask clearly, but he had already been kicked out of the house.

Ten minutes later, Wenger returned home alone. Miyazawa had already stripped himself naked, and buried his head with his bare buttocks behind him, not knowing what he was doing.Wenger was taken aback, and quickly closed the door: "You are going to die!! Why are you taking off so early?"

Miyazawa turned around and walked to Wenger's side in two or three steps: "No one saw it, and besides, I took off the curtains." After speaking, he hugged Wenger and went straight to the sofa.

The box that was dragged out earlier was next to the sofa, and the lid had been opened. Only then did Wenger see what was inside, and this sight made him blush, and he kept slapping the person on his body: "Why did you buy these? ?!"

"Of course it is useful. Experts have said that appropriate sex toys can enhance the relationship between husband and wife." Miyazawa took out something from the box after stripping his lover clean.

After seeing what Miyazawa was holding, Wenger crawled up on the ground with hands and feet, but was easily crushed by Miyazawa.

"Zhuang Zhuang, are you sure you bought sex toys and not SM tools?" Wenger swallowed as he looked at the shiny black handcuffs.

Miyazawa was studying the handcuffs, and stopped to answer Wenger's question: "Aren't they similar?"

"For so many years, don't you think our sex life is too monotonous? It's time to play tricks to enhance the relationship between husband and wife." Miyazawa handcuffed Wenger's hand with a serious face, "Shh, don't Now that we’ve spoken, let’s hurry up and try to play all of these.”

Wenger looked at the contents of the box and wanted to cry: "You pervert!"

That day, the weak and helpless Wen Xiaoge was pressed on the sofa by the perverted Gong Zhuangzhuang for an unknown period of time. Anyway, when his consciousness began to collapse, it was already dark outside, and there were still half of the tools in the box. Not used.

"Hold on, there's only half left. You won't be working tomorrow, so let's stay overnight." When Miyazawa said this, he was launching a new round of attack.

"No, no, I've been doing it all afternoon. I'm really tired. Zhuang Zhuang, please let me rest first." Wenger's voice was completely hoarse, and his legs were so soft that they were pinched. Can't live.

Miyazawa looked at the half box of tools, then at Wenger, finally the feeling of caring for his wife prevailed, and he kicked the box aside: "Let's wait for next time, I'll make some dinner first."

"Yeah." Wenger looked at him moved, and was about to praise him, when Miyazawa continued, "Let's continue after eating."

……

"Fuck off!"