If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi didn't notice Lu Wuqing's change. He closed the book on the table and put it back to its original place.

"I just saw it. My room was still in its original condition. I've been living there for the past few days?"

"No." Lu Wuqing rejected Song Chuyi directly, "You live with me."

Song Chuyi then turned his head and looked at Lu Wuqing, with some doubts in his eyes.

"You and I..."

He pointed at himself and then at Lu Wuqing.

"Sleep in the same bed?"

He pointed to the big bed again.

Lu Wuqing glanced down at the big bed and asked, "No?"

"Okay, okay." Song Chuyi held his chin with one hand and looked at Lu Wuqing, "It's just that I'm a restless sleeper. If I press you or something, you can't be angry."

"Yeah." Lu Wuqing responded calmly, "I won't be angry."

Song Chuyi was not satisfied after hearing this, but took out his mobile phone and clicked on the recording.

"Say it again and say that no matter what Song Chuyi did to you while sleeping, you will not be angry or accountable."

Lu Wuqing raised his eyes and glanced at Song Chuyi. He was sitting at the table, bathed in the sunshine. The originally dazzling sunlight at noon seemed to have become less dazzling.

He just stared at him and repeated what he just said.

Song Chuyi pressed the end button with satisfaction, "That's it."

He grinned, "I'll stay here for the next few days."

Lu Wuqing glanced at the phone, as if he thought of something, his eyes flashed slightly.

"Song Chuyi, my assistant will send the documents downstairs in a while. Help me get them, okay?"

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

"Why didn't you ask your assistant to be sent here?"

"I don't want them to know who I am."

Song Chuyi suddenly realized it. He looked Lu Wuqing up and down, "Why don't you want them to know?"

"They will be very happy if they know that you have a successful career."

Lu Wuqing did not explain, but said lightly, "How about helping me get the documents?"

"Okay." Song Chuyi agreed, "Let me know when your assistant arrives and I'll go down and get it."

Without even chatting, Lu Wuqing received a message from his friend.

He took a look and said, "He's here. He's downstairs. He's the one in the suit."

Song Chuyi stood up and stretched.

The shirt was lifted up with his movements, revealing his slender white waist.

Lu Wuqing looked away, his Adam's apple rolled, "His name is Wang Si, I have already told him that you are the one to take the documents."

"Okay!" Song Chuyi put down his hand, and his fair waist was covered by his shirt.

He quickly left the room, leaving Lu Wuqing to slowly turn his head and look at where he was sitting just now, with darkness in the depths of his eyes.

As soon as Song Chu came downstairs, he saw Wang Si holding a thick stack of documents. He walked over quickly and enthusiastically.

"Brother Wang, let me get the documents."

Wang Si had seen Song Chuyi's photo, and at that time he thought that this person was pretty good-looking, but far inferior to his good friend.

At this time, I really saw the real person, but I felt that the photo did not reflect one tenth of his beauty.

The young man in front of him was very good-looking, with fair skin, maybe a little hot, and a light red color on his cheeks.

Those beautiful eyes that were as bright as a cat's pupils reminded Wang Si of his own ragdoll cat.

Wang Si swallowed his saliva, he didn't expect this fake young master to be so good-looking, no wonder Mr. Lu was reluctant to do it.

"Brother Wang?" Song Chu called again when he saw Wang Si's blank expression.

Wang Si coughed lightly and came back to his senses.

"These are the documents Mr. Lu wants."

He handed the document to Song Chuyi, "I'll get it after Mr. Lu signs it."

"Okay." Song Chuyi held the document in his arms, "Master Lu has an injury on his body. I've taken care of it briefly. There shouldn't be any big problem."

"Oh, okay." Wang Si nodded repeatedly, "It's nothing serious."

"Master Lu knows all these things, you..." The young man in front of him felt similar to his precious cat. Wang Si reminded him, "It would be better if you don't interfere too much. Master Lu doesn't like others to ask too many questions. "

Song Chu thanked him and went upstairs with the documents in his arms.

Wang Si looked at his back and shook his head gently, "What a pity."

It's a pity that for such a young man, his biological parents are such filthy people.

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In the Song family, Song's mother was still cooking in the kitchen. Song Chuyi told her and returned to Lu Wuqing's room holding the documents.

He set up a small table on the bed, put the documents on the small table, and pointed.

"Brother Wang said that after you finish signing, tell him and he will come to get these documents."

Lu Wuqing narrowed his eyes, "Brother Wang?"

"Are you familiar with him?"

Song Chuyi chuckled, "I'm a familiar person, and I call everyone brother."

"Really?" Lu Wuqing asked calmly, but did not look at Song Chuyi. It seemed that this question was just a casual question and he didn't take it to heart.

Song Chuyi also answered casually, "Yes!"

He saw Lu Wuqing starting to process files, and he also opened the mini-game background.

The number of downloads has exceeded 100, but the growth rate is very slow, and there are basically no new visitors.

It's not okay to go on like this, because he won't even be able to pay the service fee.

Song Chuyi decided to take the initiative. He downloaded various social apps and started playing the game.

#Family, who knows? This little game is so fun! #

#One dollar of small games is really a good deal#

#Has anyone cleared the level and jumped? I always fail at 500 points#

…………

Topics like this have quietly appeared in major forums, which can be regarded as causing some discussion.

Song Chuyi saw that the number of downloads slowly increased to 1000, and there were many positive reviews. It seemed that this was a stable way to make money!

He felt relieved, put away his phone, and stretched out.

The swaying of her fair and slender waist caught Lu Wuqing's eyes.

Lu Wuqing's hand holding the pen paused. The corner of his eyes fell on that white skin, and a strange thought came to his mind.

If you add red to that white, it will look better.

The thought came up suddenly and disappeared in an instant, seemingly leaving no trace.

There was a knock on the door, and Mother Song's voice sounded outside the door.

"Xiaochu, Xiaoqing, it's time to eat."

Song Chuyi responded and walked out.

"If it's inconvenient for you, I'll bring it in for you."

Not long after he left, he came back with a bowl of chicken soup and rice.

He put his lunch on the small table, sat down on the edge of the bed, and raised the corner of his mouth.

"Master Lu, do you want me to feed you?"

"No need." Lu Wuqing picked up the chopsticks, "You can go and eat by yourself."

Song Chuyi actually got up and walked out the door. As the door closed, Lu Wuqing's hand holding the chopsticks also paused.

What was he expecting?