I Really Don’t Want to Sign a Marriage Agreement with the Big Boss

Sheng Mingzhi took less than a minute to explain to Shen Ling.

As soon as the news was sent, before Shen Ling could reply to him, the second uncle scolded him in a low voice: "Xiao Ling, be honest with me, I didn't bring you to the reception for you to play with your phone. You are not your favorite. Have you attended any of these receptions? Why have you been looking down at your phone today?"

At a financial reception in Yunjing, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the figures are overlapping.

Shen Ling, who was strictly guarded by the second uncle, couldn't help rolling her eyes after hearing these words.

Of course she likes drinking parties, but those are young people's parties, okay? Sister's skirt won't go out if the slits don't reach the bottom of the thigh, OK? Who wears this kind of dirty cheongsam?

She couldn't tell because she was suffering, and muttered, "Second uncle. Mingzhi is a little uncomfortable. I'm chatting with him."

Speaking of Sheng Mingzhi, the second uncle's face softened a little. After all, Mingchen Bank is a famous capital in the capital circle, and this young master is Lu Jiayan's bedside. The Shen family has always encouraged Shen Ling and Sheng Ming. Childish friendship.

Shen Ling quickly complained to Sheng Mingzhi on WeChat, but remembered that Sheng Mingzhi was currently broadcasting live, and couldn't be bothered too much, so she put down her phone angrily.

Coincidentally, as soon as she looked up, she saw the second uncle talking to Lu Jiayan. On this occasion, it was only natural that Lu Jiayan was invited to attend.

After the second uncle had finished chatting with Lu Jiayan, Shen Ling suddenly said hello, "Brother Lu."

Lu Jiayan paused for a while, then turned to see Shen Ling with a puzzled face.

Shen Ling touched her cheek, to be honest, she was a little afraid of Lu Jiayan.

After waiting for a few seconds, she said awkwardly: "That. Mingzhi told me just now that he is a little uncomfortable. He seems to be the only one at home. Would you like to go home and take a look?"

Sheng Mingzhi put down his phone and looked up.

The content of the barrage has all changed.

"Your face is so red? Watching a movie in the live broadcast room?"

"Obscene pornography, report it."

…

…

Sheng Mingzhi resisted the urge to roll his eyes and glanced at his face at the screen.

Very white, where is the red?

What rumour?

Sheng Mingzhi sneered and blocked all the black fans who said they wanted to report him.

After ten minutes of jumping, Sheng Mingzhi's black fans finally stopped stumbling, and gradually walked away part of it, but there were also those with tenacious willpower who stayed in his live broadcast room and raised bars with him.

Therefore, when the live broadcast is one third of the way, the barrage has gradually become harmonious.

Xiao Wang led a few assistants into the barrage. Under his deliberate guidance, Sheng Mingzhi answered a few interesting stories about the filming of "Allure" according to the script he had memorized.

It's just that with the passage of time, the long-term high concentration has made Sheng Mingzhi's body that was sitting at the table heavier. Several times, his expression has been temporarily dazed, and his hands have also changed from flat. On the desktop, to prop up the chin.

The eyelids were fighting up and down, and it seemed that he would be able to fall asleep in the next second.

The status is not so good that even the barrage can be seen.

"Is Teacher Xiaosheng feeling unwell?"

"Looks like you're going to sleep, sleepy?"

"The temperature in Yunjing has been extremely cold these days, so don't be ill with a cold."

"Pay attention to your body."

The remaining black fans in the live broadcast room are not idle:

"Did I pay to see your Sima face? How old are you? You don't even know how to take medicine? Do you want me to order takeout for you?"

"Don't die in the live broadcast room, go get treatment if you are sick."

"Grass, what are you doing to make yourself so pitiful, I'm embarrassed to scold people."

"I said, what is your agent doing to eat, you are still like this and let you live broadcast?"

Sheng Mingzhi was in a bad state, and he didn't have the heart to attack them.

Sweeping the live broadcast room, scolding and scolding are all the words of the car.

He thought to himself: My young master is in a bad state today, so I don't bother to care about you.

Looking at the time, there are still forty minutes.

Sheng Mingzhi had no choice but to fight hard, staring at the gift list, and said mechanically: "Thank you netizen 12323 for the confession balloon..."

As he spoke, he picked up his phone, and Shen Ling's news shook for a long time.

One after another.

[Baby, I forgot to tell you something. 】

[It was me and my second uncle who met Lu Jiayan at the reception. 】

Sheng Mingzhi: [? 】

Shen Ling typed quickly:

[Then I told him that you were feeling a little sick and might have caught a cold, so he left the reception early. I think he should have come back to find you. 】

[We are not far from Xishan No. 1. It is estimated that your husband should be home. 】

[I think you can turn off the live broadcast first]

[Otherwise it would be a bit bad to expose his identity (guilty.jpg)]

Just after reading this sentence, there was an abrupt locking sound in the study room, which originally only had special effects in the live broadcast room.

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned for a moment, before he could close the live broadcast.

The door of the study had been opened, Lu Jiayan appeared at the door, Sheng Mingzhi blurted out subconsciously: "Are you back?"

Lu Jiayan paused and raised his eyebrows: "I can't come back?"

He looked up and down: "Shen Ling told me that you are not feeling well, do you have a cold?"

Sheng Mingzhi's mind was blank, and it was the netizen's barrage that reacted faster than him.

"?"

"???"

"Damn, why are there other men's voices in your room?"

"It doesn't sound like an agent, who?"

"It's not your husband, is it?"

The fact that Sheng Mingzhi is married is not a secret in the entertainment industry, it can be found by searching on Baidu Encyclopedia.

It was broadcast live at home again, and it seemed that it was normal for his lover to appear.

The barrage kept reminding him that Sheng Mingzhi realized later that the live broadcast room was open, and the question on the screen had already made him a little flustered.

"no-"

"Not what?"

Lu Jiayan looked over suspiciously, and made a gesture to step forward.

Half of the body is about to enter the live broadcast room.

Sheng Mingzhi stood up abruptly and pushed Lu Jiayan to the door: "You wait outside."

Then he went back and forth to the screen, and the barrage in the live broadcast room was three times faster than before.

"? Really your husband?"

"Why don't you show your face, isn't he uglier than your ex-husband Huo Yuzhe?"

"Laugh to death, they are all VIP consumers, what is there that we can't watch?"

…

Sheng Mingzhi exhaled, and his brain, which was already a mess, became more confused.

But as long as Lu Jiayan was not around, he calmed down again.

Sheng Mingzhi frowned: "I said, are you sick every day, why do you care so much about my love life? If you are bored, go to a factory to work."

[Laughing to death. You're not afraid of collapse, are you? 】

【rest assured. Even if your house collapses, no one will be injured. 】

Sheng Mingzhi: ?

Five minutes later, Sheng Mingzhi closed the study door and met Lu Jiayan unexpectedly in the corridor.

For some reason, he instinctively felt that Lu Jiayan was in a bad mood.

Sheng Mingzhi was seen inexplicably guilty, and after thinking for a long time where he had offended him, he was only rudely pushed out of the room just now.

So I had to bite the bullet and say, "I didn't push you out on purpose."

"I was broadcasting live just now, so it's inconvenient to speak in the study."

It was an explanation for his unusual behavior.

Lu Jiayan stared at Sheng Mingzhi, and the naked eye could see that the other party's face was extremely bad.

Not only that, even the lips are bloodless, standing like a small poplar that can be blown down by the wind at any time, and it is fragile and folded with a gentle break.

It was already so serious, yet he knew it.

Lu Jiayan was about to be speechless by Sheng Mingzhi's anger, especially after learning from Shen Ling's mouth that Sheng Mingzhi was ill today, that subtle anger has been lingering in his heart.

He is Sheng Mingzhi's husband, isn't he a stranger?

He was ill, and the first person he looked for was Shen Ling. If Shen Ling didn't say it, wouldn't she not know until tomorrow?

Lu Jiayan's voice was calm, with a bit of blame: "You're so ill and still live? If I don't come back, will you continue to broadcast?"

What he used next was a declarative sentence, as if he didn't need to discuss with Sheng Mingzhi, but directly helped him decide: "First stop the live broadcast and ask the doctor to take a look."

"No." Surprisingly, Sheng Mingzhi disagreed, and he directly retorted: "The live broadcast is a relay, and if I stop it, it will affect the artists behind."

In fact, when he said it, he didn't expect Lu Jiayan to understand him.

In Lu Jiayan's eyes, he was probably a young master who would only cause trouble for people since he was a child, and then he did everything half a bucket of water, rich, self-willed, arrogant and arrogant.

So if he told Lu Jiayan that he was serious about his work, the other party would probably laugh at him severely.

But it is.

Sheng Mingzhi was silent for a few seconds, "Why do you care so much, I'm such a big man, I know the importance..."

Lu Jiayan just glanced at him, and before Sheng Mingzhi finished speaking, he turned and went downstairs.

It seemed that he didn't want to listen to a word, and he didn't bother to care about him.

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned for a moment, only to see Lu Jiayan's back.

Yes, seeing his gentle side a few times some time ago, Sheng Mingzhi almost forgot Lu Jiayan's original character.

He's always been so arbitrary, his own way.

It seems that whoever disobeys his orders is the same as against him.

Sheng Mingzhi stood there for a while.

It was probably during his illness, and he usually looked at the back who didn't feel very much, but at this moment it made him a little unbearable.

Don't you just ignore him.

He didn't just die without anyone watching! Didn't he have to take care of him? !

Sheng Mingzhi pursed his lips and returned to the study.

The live broadcast room was still open, and fans were asking where he went just now, but Sheng Mingzhi was not in the mood to go along with them.

The heart seemed to be soaked in some acid.

Being squeezed by someone's hand, it was stuffy and uncomfortable, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

The difficulty in breathing didn't seem to be his delusion, Sheng Mingzhi's consciousness gradually became confused, he could still scold two dog men in his heart—

As a result, with the blurred vision, Sheng Mingzhi slowly couldn't support his body, lay down on the table little by little, and then fell asleep quietly.

The barrage is already a question mark:

"My grass? Sleeping?"

"I scolded him so badly that he actually fell asleep for me? I was humiliated."

"It's really a little uncomfortable for the little trash today, I can't bear to scold."

"Looking at him, after returning, he lost his soul. Those who didn't know thought he was seduced by a fox spirit just a few minutes after he went out."

…

…

"Why haven't you left the live broadcast room?"

"Grass? Ask me? Didn't you **** quit!"

"...I'm afraid he's really dead, so I'm going to call 120."

"."

"Anyway, it's fine to be idle. I'm happy to watch the fool sleep."

The barrage started chatting on its own.

Not a single one of the 100,000 people left the live broadcast room, which is simply outrageous.

Sheng Mingzhi, who was sleeping soundly, had no idea that his mobile phone had been blown up by Xiao Wang.

After a while, there was another movement in the study.

Lu Jiayan went out to buy medicine and came back. As soon as he poured hot water and served it, he saw that Sheng Mingzhi had fallen asleep on the table.

At the moment before going to bed, I am afraid that I am still working hard, and my hand is still holding the bracket.

It's a pity that now the stand is tilted, and only Sheng Mingzhi's face can be seen on the screen.

Even if Lu Jiayan came over, only the position below the shoulders would be in the mirror.

So he didn't see that the barrage had gone crazy:

"Who is this?"

"It won't be Sheng Mingzhi's husband, right?"

"I'm going, I'm curious, I want to know who is handsome between him and Huo Yuzhe!"

"Huo Yuzhe, Sheng Mingzhi's husband is an amateur, how can he compare to a star?"

"Damn, this **** must have lied about his height. If he really has 180, how could I not see his husband's face! The phone screen is held so low!"

…

Lu Jiayan, who knew nothing about this, was a little stunned, as if he really didn't expect that Sheng Mingzhi, his little ancestor, was quite dedicated.

It broke Lu Jiayan's cognition of him and made Lu Jiayan re-examine Sheng Mingzhi.

He seems to be different from what he imagined.

When Lu Jiayan lowered his head, he found that the live broadcast was still going on.

The original idea of ​​helping Sheng Mingzhi go upstairs was dispelled, and he simply picked him up from the table and let Sheng Mingzhi fall into his arms.

The intimate gestures are all at a glance, and outsiders can understand their relationship without saying a word.

The platinum rings on the ring fingers of the two complement each other and form a pair.

Lu Jiayan glanced at the content of the barrage, and asked slowly, "What time does he end the broadcast?"

The barrage was collectively froze at first. For some reason, Lu Jiayan's words had an inexplicable aura that could not be resisted.

Direct militarization management, so that the barrage has to respond to the unified response of conditioned reflex at 8:30.

There's still half an hour to go.

Lu Jiayan seemed to have made up his mind to just hug him like this, and sat abruptly for half an hour until 8:30, completing Sheng Mingzhi's live broadcast workload.

There is zero interaction and zero communication with fans throughout the process.

Only Sheng Mingzhi's sleeping face and half of Lu Jiayan's body appeared.

There are also four-letter abbreviations that barrage does not need money:

"KSWL."