Thirty-year-old Jiang Zhuo did not expect that his one-night indulgence would provoke Fu Shixin, who was four years younger than him and could not get rid of him.
Fu Shixin went through the back door and became his secretary.
Fu Shixintian shamelessly mingled with his friends.
Fu Shixin shamelessly moved into his house.
Fu Shixin dealt domineeringly with those who had hurt him.
Fu Shixin stared at a pair of loyal dog eyes and pitifully called his name, telling him not to leave.
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After a lap, Jiang Zhuo fell into physical and mental collapse. He completely fell into Fu Shixin's pit and refused to climb out.
Small Theater 1
Fu Shixin looked at Jiang Zhuo aggrievedly with his big loyal dog eyes: You told others last night that my hair didn't even grow.
Jiang Zhuo stared at someone with lingering fear and rubbed his waist: Misunderstanding, you must have heard wrong. What I said is that I don't have hair.
Small Theater 2
Fu Shixin leaned on Jiang Zhuo's lap and looked pitifully: I heard that I was called a pretty boy? Or is it the kind that you take care of?
Jiang Zhuo pushed him away in disgust: Do you know everything?
Fu Shixin was sad: You asked me to lie down for a while, and I was called a pretty boy?
Jiang Zhuo: Oh, yes
Purpose: Create a better life together