Sensual Novelist and President of Zhuiwen

Chapter 29 I Don't Want to Be Red

After seeing off Uncle Ouyang, Yu Wenke came back to his senses and asked the president:

"He, where is he going?"

"Go back and get your luggage." After the president finished speaking, he walked around Yu Wenke and entered Yu Wenke's house.

Continue to walk in naturally.

Yu Wenke hurriedly followed, he felt that the president was too familiar, should he go with the flow when he comes to someone else's house for the second time?

"Do you have a change of clothes?" The president unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. When he was outside, he was sweating from the heat. He needed to take a shower.

"Yes... I'll bring it to you?" When Yu Wenke saw that the president had already unbuttoned the third button, he quickly looked away unnaturally.

The president unbuttoned his hand, because he saw Yu Wenke's red ears.The corners of his mouth raised, he untied all of them neatly, then took off his shirt, and replied:

"Okay. Use your bathroom to take a shower."

Then, under Yu Wenke's gaze, he swaggered into the bathroom.

The president's figure is really nothing to say, aside from the pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and mermaid lines, the legs wrapped in suit pants are long and straight, and Michelangelo's body sculpture is nothing more than that.

In fact, the last time the president came to be sick that night, Yu Wenke had seen everything he needed to see when he was helping the president change his clothes, but he hadn't gone rogue enough to pick off the president's underpants.

Ah... that ball, the size is not small.

Nonsence!What the hell is he thinking!

Yu Wenke patted himself out of his unrestrained mind, found a large size unworn clothes that he bought a long time ago, and sent them to the bathroom door.

Knock politely:

"President, I brought you clothes."

"The door is unlocked, come in directly."

"Oh, okay." Yu Wenke pushed open the door of his bathroom, and what caught his eyes was the naked body of the president, and his eyes moved down, and it was a big baby dormant in the grass.

Yu Wenke was so frightened that he quickly threw his clothes towards the president, then turned around and ran away.

In the panic, he didn't even close the bathroom door for the president.

He must not succumb to the president's suit pants, otherwise how will he live his night life in the future!

Does he seem to be thinking a little too far?

However, Yu Wenke felt that the president must have unusual feelings for him, he is not a fool, he can detect it, so when did the president become blind?

The president who came out of the shower saw Yu Wenke who was frowning. The president was very satisfied with his figure. He really didn't know why Yu Wenke reacted like this after seeing it.

However, this shows that Yu Wenke is not an ordinary person, very good, he appreciates it very much.

"I'm hungry." The president said.

"I... give you noodles?" Yu Wenke was afraid that the CEO would say in the next sentence——no, I want to eat you.

Stop!

"it is good."

Fortunately, the president's brain is not completely broken.

Yu Wenke breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the kitchen to make noodles.

It's just that it's going to be dark soon, after eating the noodles, isn't the president ready to leave?

So tonight...

And during the day, the president even gave him a car, which is completely blatantly wanting to whore him!

Boo!

Yu Wenke wanted to send a message to Wang Dalian for help, but the president lingered behind him to watch him cook, so he couldn't touch his mobile phone alone, and the president's eyes were so bright that he seemed to be implying something.

In fact, the president is just bored and curious about how Yu Liberal Arts gave him the following.

I saw Yu Wenke tremblingly took out the eggs and noodles, tremblingly washing the green vegetables, tremblingly cutting the ham sausage, tremblingly cutting the tomatoes...

"Are you epileptic?"

Yu Wenke almost fell into his own hands, and forced himself to remain calm, saying:

"You look at me, I'm nervous."

"Oh, then I didn't see you so nervous when I stared at you writing the article before, didn't I write the balcony play and the office play?"

Now Yu Wenke's pot is about to be turned over, please, shut up!Now the whole network knows that you want to sneak into me!They also know that you are gay, or blind gay.

Yu Wenke finally ordered the noodles, cut the salted duck eggs, and took the pickled cucumbers.

As elegant as the president was eating noodles, Yu Wenke on the opposite side was flustered.

He looked up at the president several times, but before he could say what he had prepared, the president asked him:

"Why is Huang Huadong driving the car, do you know each other?"

More than knowing my president!It's like kissing and loving like brothers and sisters!

"He, didn't he just find a car to go back. He has an ulterior secret with Dalian, and then he treats you...you..." Yu Wenke said, peeking at the face of the president, who didn't have much trouble on his face, and put down his hands chopsticks, seriously said to him:

"Even if he is in a hurry, you can't just lend the things I gave you to others."

"I...I know...but...can I refuse?"

"..."

"Because my essay is not finished..."

"Then find a way to end it. Speaking of this, where did you change the text?" It's okay if you don't say it, but the president gets angry when he mentions it.

Yu Wenke really wanted to smack himself, so he didn't dare to speak out.

"And this car is just a random gift I picked when I came back. I haven't thought about the reward after the end of the little sweetheart."

"???" The minister panicked!I can't stand it!

Yu Wenke bit his lower lip and finally opened his mouth:

"Actually, I think that things may be different from what you think. You know, I write novels just for fun, and I don't even think about being popular. You take care of me like this, I really... "I'm really not used to it!I beg you to pick others to harm!

"What's wrong with you? What's your dissatisfaction? Do you feel that your writing is not good enough to be promoted? Then you are quite enlightened."

"I... I didn't mean that."

The president raised his eyebrows:

"Is it because the company didn't give you the best resources? Although Qingcai is a little younger as an editor, he treats you well, and he has a good eye for people."

"...I'm really not..." Yu Wenke was so bullied by the president that he didn't know what to answer. He felt that he and the president would never be on the same channel.

He is the morning news at eight o'clock in the morning, and the president is the family ethics drama at eight o'clock in the evening.

How can we talk about it today!

Just when Liberal Arts was about to speak out all the thoughts in his heart, the president said:

"I've already contacted the director and investors for the drama change of Little Sweetheart. For the actors, the male lead is Feng Siyu, and the female lead is tentatively Li Zhiyan. If you think it's not suitable, we can change it later."

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Yu Wenke opened his mouth wide and shouted quickly:

"No no no no no no no! It fits, it fits very well! Don't change it!"