I conquer the world by cooking

After closing the business, He Yuanyuan had just come back from the shop happily when he saw Qi Chengzheng sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him.

Qi Cheng was wearing a crisp white shirt and a dark formal suit, with his hair brushed back, making him look more handsome and handsome than ordinary people.

He Yuanyuan was taken aback by the beauties rushing towards him, staggered, and forced a smile at him.

The butler also looked a little nervous, standing aside tremblingly, waiting for the master to speak.

Taking advantage of He Yuanyuan's absence just now, Qi Cheng had already reprimanded the housekeeper. After all, this kind of sneaking behavior behind the back of the master's back was really undesirable. To put it more seriously, it was considered an invasion of privacy.

Qi Cheng said a few words in a strong tone, and the butler's knees began to tremble, and he suddenly turned around: "In the future, this video will still be made, and when it's done, send it to me directly. You can't keep it."

The butler was taken aback, and couldn't help saying yes loudly.

Qi Cheng looked at him with a majestic look.

Seeing that He Yuanyuan finally came back, Qi Cheng immediately waved his hand to signal the housekeeper to leave.

As soon as the butler left, he immediately took out a small glass bottle happily: "This is my new potion, do you want to try it?"

It was a silly blue glass bottle, and it looked like a typical system style.

"What is this?" He Yuanyuan was not at all wary of Qi Cheng, he drank the potion before asking.

"It's good for your body, how do you feel now?" Qi Cheng looked at him expectantly.

He Yuanyuan had never been seen by Qi Cheng like this before, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility. He tried his best to feel his physical condition, but he could only shake his head regretfully: "I don't feel anything."

"No rush, no hurry," Qi Cheng was a little disappointed, "We'll see later."

At night, Qi Cheng wore extra thin clothes, even showing his unusually beautiful Adam's apple and collarbone: "You still don't feel anything?"

He Yuanyuan stared blankly at his neck, swallowed involuntarily, and shook his head reluctantly: "No, it's nothing."

Qi Cheng was keenly aware of his strangeness, and was secretly delighted.

When it was time to fall asleep, He Yuanyuan subconsciously moved away.

Ever since he added a little touch to his sense of touch, he really felt that the world was making things difficult for him.The friction of the clothes and fabrics, the torment of the sheets and quilts, after a few days of hard work to get used to it, he found that he was also extremely sensitive to the sleeping people around him.

The temperature of the skin of the person next to him, his breath stirring the flow of the air, everything made him toss and turn. Unfortunately, every time he asked Qi Cheng to go back to his room to sleep, he was greeted with a look of grievance on the other side's face, and then, That's all for the topic.

It's usually fine, the two of them sleep on the same bed, and they always keep a little distance subconsciously - although it doesn't matter when they wake up, he often wakes up in a daze in the morning when he is hugged by Qi Chengdang's big rag doll.But today, I don’t know what medicine Qi Cheng took wrongly—no, he was the one who took the wrong medicine—Qi Cheng always sticks to him consciously or unconsciously, first with his arms, and then with his whole body .

He Yuan coughed and asked, "Are you still awake?"

There was a low hum over there.

"You're squeezing me, sleep over."

It slowly moved over there, but after a while, it squeezed over again.

He Yuan got a headache.

His skin is extremely sensitive now, and he really can't stand the seductive temptation of a beautiful man.

After enduring it for a while, he finally turned over and said, "Why don't I go to your room and sleep."

Qi Cheng hurriedly got up and looked at him innocently: "You have to make the bed before you go to bed. It's so late, so don't bother the housekeeper."

He Yuanyuan looked at him angrily.

Qi Cheng looked at him wronged and innocent.

In the end, He Yuanyuan sighed and told the truth about the troubles caused by his sensitive sense of touch.

Unexpectedly, Qi Cheng's eyes lit up: "This is very good."

? !He Yuanyuan didn't understand.

Qi Chengqian coughed dryly: "You feel that life is a bit inconvenient, right?"

He Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed about the stupid thing he did: "Others are fine, but you are too close and feel a little uncomfortable."

"You have slowly gotten used to the clothes and sheets, right?" Qi Cheng said.

He Yuan nodded.

"In medicine, there is a desensitization therapy, I wonder if you've heard of it?" Qi Cheng's eyes lit up.

He Yuan shook his head.

"It's similar to how you gradually get used to the sheets and quilt covers. If we get in touch more, you will get used to me soon." Qi Cheng started to fool around.

He Yuanyuan thought it made sense and nodded, but he didn't think about what he had to do to adapt to Qi Cheng.

"So in this situation, you have to stay with me more, that's the correct way to deal with it." Qi Cheng opened his arms very generously.

He Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed: "It's just a little trouble for you."

"It's not troublesome at all!" Qi Cheng said very sincerely.

The two lay down awkwardly, and He Yuanyuan stayed in his arms obediently.

After an embarrassing moment of silence, Qi Cheng suddenly asked again: "Do you still feel nothing from the medicine just now?"

Qi Cheng spoke next to his ear, and the cyclone caused He Yuanyuan to feel dizzy for a while, before asking, "Ah? What were you talking about just now?"

Qi Cheng said it the same way.

He Yuanyuan trembled again before replying: "No, nothing."

Qi Cheng sighed in disappointment, that hot air called He Yuanyuan... It was very embarrassing to have a physical reaction that was not easy to talk about...

He raised his legs tremblingly, turned around hastily, and began to recite the Qingxin formula silently.

Qi Cheng still didn't know about this situation at all, so he just unconsciously leaned over a little more, leaning his back against it, and then began to plan silently in his heart to make a new medicine.

As a big devil who has no experience in love and is only good at scientific research, he just has no vision.

What he gave He Yuanyuan to drink during the day was his newly prepared potion. Its main function was to adjust the secretion of hormones and endorphins so that the original heterosexuals could gradually accept the feelings of the same sex.

Then, as the same sex closest to He Yuanyuan, he will always have an advantage, right?Then he gradually expanded his advantage, and finally quickly secured the victory!

Qi Cheng took almost all the factors into consideration, except for one thing: What if He Yuanyuan liked the same sex in the first place?

If this is the case, the potion will have no effect at all.

One night was spent in such a torment.

Recently, a new campus legend came out of a certain media university: When a group of students from the Broadcasting Department went on a trip, they encountered a haunted house. After experiencing a series of magical adventures, they were all blessed by ghosts and had a particularly beautiful voice.

The ghost knows how this story spread... One of the parties involved innocently argued that she just told her roommate that they went to a very magical witch doctor shop, and then the story was gradually processed and deformed, and the more it spread, the more outrageous it was.

The things produced by the witch doctor are really extraordinary!

There were eight people traveling together this time. Although everyone ate pear soup, some of them felt that the effect was particularly good, while others were just mediocre. There was even a girl who went directly to participate in the media company's singer selection, but she was really impressed by her. mixed in.

This girl doesn't really have any star dreams, her main purpose is actually to chase stars...

The girl who sneaked into the media company was called Jiang Yasui. She looked sweet and had a very wide vocal range. After drinking the pear soup, she added a hint of charm, and she stood out immediately and entered the special training class held by the company.

The training class invited a series of big names in the industry, including a talented songwriter. He was also a legendary singer of a generation. His voice was damaged in a car accident and he had no choice but to retreat behind the scenes.

Jiang Yasui is his super little fan girl. When Gongfang had a car accident, she was still in junior high school, and she almost cried for three days and three nights because of this incident.

So, after eating this bowl of pear soup, her first thought was that she must give the Great God a few more bowls!

It just so happened that the company where the great god worked was recruiting people, and they specially made a big □□ number, and of course the little fan girl rushed over without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, she was successfully mixed in.

It's a pity that when she saw the real Dashen for the first time, she just went crazy.

Although the master said that he was giving them a lecture, he didn't speak much, at most he hummed, and typed anything directly on the screen.

Jiang Yasui saw his former idol become what he is now, and felt indescribable in his heart.

After another three days of getting used to it, she finally dared to look forward to Ai Ai's approach: "Hello, I have liked your songs since I was a child!"

Gongfang, who debuted at a young age and is only in his early thirties, looked at her dumbfoundedly, with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

Then, the little girl stuffed him with a can of sugar water, saying it was to keep his throat clean.

Gongfang has never liked sweets, but he couldn't help the little girl's attitude was tougher than him, so he accepted it helplessly. He looked at the glass jar in his hand and shook his head amusedly. Today's little girl really can't open any pot, and his throat It's all like this, what is there to take care of?

Miyabo put the cigarette butt in his hand on the trash can, took the can, and leisurely went back to his production room.

It's been almost ten years since he retreated behind the scenes, and it's actually quite surprising that someone remembers him—even though she's an innocent little girl.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the door was knocked again, the little girl poked her head in, and saw the pear soup thrown on the coffee table at a glance.

"Master, you must drink this! It works very well!" She raised her head, her eyes were bright, and she stared at him firmly.

Miyafang coughed dryly. He didn't like talking very much since he was injured. He scratched his throat in a car accident. Fortunately, the language function is still there, but when he speaks, his voice is like two pieces of metal cutting each other. As far as music people are concerned, it is really unacceptable that their voice has become like this.

So, he just hummed in a low voice, and didn't want to argue with the little girl.

It's a pity that the little girl didn't know how to retreat in the face of difficulties, but just stared at him stubbornly.

Gongfang really had no choice but to compromise and pour down the bowl of sweet water in one gulp.

This thing is not as bad as he imagined. Although it is sweet, it is not greasy at all. After drinking it, it feels very relaxed in the throat.

After Gongfang finished his drink, he forced out a sentence: "Thank you." The voice was like sandpaper, rough and broken.

The little girl jumped away very happily, and before she left, she said: "I will give you another cup tomorrow!"

Gongfang looked at her back and sighed helplessly.

In a day or two, gossip spread in the company, saying everything.

Jiang Yasui didn't care at all, but Gongfang felt very awkward.

Finally one day, he said to Jiang Yasui: "Don't give this away anymore, I have a girlfriend, we have a very good relationship."

Jiang Yasui was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Really? When will you get married?"

...Miyafang was speechless.

"Don't worry, I don't want to sleep with idols," Jiang Yasui said generously, "What do you think of the effect of this sugar water?"

Gong Fang was taken aback, he didn't expect that this girl really sells sugar water, could it be that her family sells this?

"I don't like sweet ones very much, this is useless, you don't need it..." Miyafang said again, but he suddenly realized the change in his voice, and was stunned.

his voice...

Jiang Yasui jumped up all of a sudden: "I knew it would be useful! God, I really don't want to pick you up, but if I told you the store directly, you wouldn't buy it. I know you hate sweets the most!"

The little girl triumphantly left him the address of the online store, and then left very proudly and proudly. Before leaving, she only left one sentence: "I am waiting for your new song! By the way, I wish you and your daughter Happy friends!"

After finishing speaking, the little girl jumped away happily.

Another day later, Gongfang found out that the little girl had left, the reason was that she still had to go to school...

Gongfang pinched the small note from the online shop, couldn't help pulling out a hair of his own in worry, then quickly reacted, and touched his scalp again.