Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Isn't not struggling a sign of agreement?

Wen Qingyang is not the kind of person who would get so excited about becoming rich that he forgets his roots.

She wants to work hard and make a big splash at Sui, but being too exposed as a top internet celebrity may not be a good thing.

After all, she is still Mr. Sui's girlfriend. It is difficult to conceal such a thing. And for some reason, Mr. Sui seems unwilling to pretend deliberately... Since she enjoys the convenience brought by this identity, she should not complain about the doubts that come with it. This is the way it should be.

It's just adding another layer of identity that deserves emphasis, which makes it hard for people to believe that you are really capable and qualified to apply for the job. Rather than being criticized, it's better to create a golden image that is not interested in fame and fortune.

As the saying goes, when the moon is full, it will wane; when the water is full, it will overflow.

When the fire is boiling, cooling down the heat of "Qing'er" in advance can also reduce the obstacles in the way of "Wen Qingyang" and avoid damaging his personal image by being involved in hot topics in the future.

Now the node is just right, more like a handover between two jobs.

As for why it is a temporary farewell?

She wasn't sure how long her relationship with Sui Yi would last. Being a daughter-in-law was not something the Wen family could accept, so it was naturally an insurmountable obstacle between the two of them.

Of course, it would be more profitable if we could talk for two more days.

Don't be too decisive. If the conversation doesn't go on, there's always a way out. When the time comes to go live, it's bound to attract a wave of "Lao Qing Hui" traffic!

"Will the internet lose its masculine edge? This long video explains the workplace wisdom behind Qing'er's move. Smart people should learn to retreat when the going gets tough."

Sui Yi read the title of the marketing account with an expressionless face.

Wen Qingyang covered his ears, frowning helplessly: "I just ended the live broadcast an hour ago, how come you're already doing a long commentary so soon?"

She began to wonder if half of the people online at that time were colleagues looking for materials?

"Are you really not going back to livestream?" Sui Yi leaned closer. "But this is fine. Just going to work will make it easier. I can adjust my schedule and go to bed and get up early."

He also secretly felt a little happy: They say a woman's first love is her career, followed by her husband, but Wen Qingyang is quite successful as a broadcaster, and yet he took a break just to be with him. How could this not be love?

"Oh, I get it. Mr. Sui, you're really dissatisfied with my livestream affecting your daily routine."

Wen Qingyang pretended to be dejected and aggrieved, but his actions were decisive. He sat up and grabbed Sui Yi's collar.

Mr. Sui subconsciously wanted to block with his arm, but then silently withdrew it to his side.

"Dear, did you spill milk on yourself?"

Sui Yi shook his head, not understanding what she was talking about.

In a flash, he suddenly realized what was happening. He tightly grasped his girlfriend's fingers as she fiddled with the buttons and evaded the question, "I think I spilled a little on the middle of my shirt this morning. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about it."

His expression was still as cold as usual, and his words seemed as convincing as ever.

It's a pity that Wen Qingyang wasn't so easy to fool: "Really? Then take it off quickly. It's handmade and can't get dirty. I'll ask Uncle Zou to help you clean it."

She put force on her hands and he tried to back away.

But it was still fixed in front of her.

Wen Qingyang was already quite proficient at unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. With a flick of his slender middle finger, which was covered with a ring, the white shirt fluttered off his body like half a cicada's wing and fell to the ground.

She raised an eyebrow: "Wow, President Sui is wearing thick seamless lace underwear? Is he in love with this kind of stuffy style now?"

Sui Yibei opened his mouth and refused to answer her shameful questioning.

If he hadn't been played with for too long, causing many parts of his body to turn red and break, and his shirt would have rubbed against him so painfully, he wouldn't have worn such cumbersome and thick clothes underneath.

Wen Qingyang had never eaten pork but had heard pigs running, so he had a rough guess in his mind. He reached out and took a look, then lowered his head and sniffed the smell on his fingertips.

If you smell it carefully, you can actually find an extra sweet flavor mixed in, adding a thick layer of frosting to the ordinary milky flavor.

She remembered the instructions on the bottle of medicine she had found before, and it seemed that "galactorrhea" was indeed one of the side effects.

However, Mr. Sui is still a good husband, and it is really hard to explain why he has received this "honor" before raising a child. No wonder he has been hiding it for a long time, fearing that she would find out.

However, when I look at him again with this idea in mind, I feel that Mr. Sui is gradually losing his coldness and becoming more mature and manly.

If you could cook in the kitchen with your upper body bare and wearing an apron, the scene would be more like the plot that women generally like!

Although she thought about it, she didn't expect the young master who had never done any housework to be able to cook. No matter how much money a family has, it's not wrong to hire a cook.

She just rubbed the small wet spot on it curiously: "Will it keep flowing?"

How could an unmarried woman have ever seen these things?

Although there are sufficient substitutes for father's milk, the production of endocrine drugs has never been reduced. Firstly, there is a saying in recent years that breastfeeding with father's milk will make the child smarter. Secondly, this is the choice of traditional families. Thirdly, many wives like it. After giving birth, they can play with men as much as they want, which is also a kind of fun!

Mr. Sui's eyelashes trembled and tangled, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, but he still said frankly: "No, it's intermittent, not that troublesome. But, occasionally it will get wet inside, but it can't be seen from the outside."

The president, who was sitting upright and working seriously, had actually been secretly enduring the discomfort in his chest.

When he scolds his subordinates with a cold face, would he want to seize the opportunity to turn around and straighten his clothes, trying to avoid revealing any strange smell?

It is indeed a must-have trick for a househusband. Even Wen Qingyang's interest was piqued.

The smell was very faint, and if the person next to him was not Wen Qingyang, it would be difficult for ordinary people to detect it.

Wait, taste?

"Shouldn't milk itself have a slightly fishy taste? Why is it mixed with such a strong sweet taste?"

For the first time, Sui Yi couldn't help but glare at her.

Wen Qingyang sighed inwardly that Mr. Sui's sense of life was becoming increasingly stronger. He spread his hands innocently and said, "My dear, I just have a strong thirst for knowledge! Is this not okay?"

It was clearly a posture where the man was standing and the woman was sitting, but they acted as if they were robbing a good husband - one had red ears and watery eyes, while the other one was at ease with her brows lowered and a sly grin.

A man's resistance will only make a woman more excited.

Sui Yi bit the corner of his already injured lip and stumbled over his words: "Another medicine can change its smell... Taking the candy-flavored one will make it taste like this... Although it can't completely cover it up..."

Wen Qingyang expertly translated his unfinished words: "You were worried about the smell, so you bought another medicine to cover it up, as a double insurance?"

She followed up at the right moment, "Will there be no conflict between the drugs and aggravate the side effects? Is this a legitimate and legal medication?"

She really doesn't understand a lot of the things men have used over the years.

Things like the Jiji Hyaluronic Acid Injection, the Semi-Permanent Throat Pink, and the Sweetest Pills... all sound scary enough, but men still keep coming forward. They are so brave!

But I have to say that it was right for Sui Yi to take this medicine in advance.

If the overflowing fishy smell had not been neutralized, someone as sensitive to smells as Wen Qingyang might have felt uncomfortable.

Although Mr. Sui is a little clumsy in handling emotional issues, he has always wholeheartedly taken her needs as the guide of his life. As a result, he has jumped out of countless possible pitfalls and has been with her smoothly all the way to the present.

Xiao Wen was quite satisfied with this.

She poked hard through the fabric, and sure enough, the color of the place where her fingertips touched gradually deepened, and the scent of sweet milk also became slightly stronger. Although the range was small, it was indeed there.

magic.

"Don't look at it, what's so good about it..."

Sui Yi's lips opened and closed, and finally he boldly uttered a word that sounded like a complaint.

Wen Qingyang ignored him: "I didn't see you struggling. If you don't struggle, doesn't that mean you agree?" Alas, a man's heart is as deep as the sea.

She tutted twice, pulled the man aside by his tie, and ate a cherry from the bedside table. "When did it start?"

"Before, there was a little bit every day, but it would be fine after washing it off." Sui Yi was quite honest, looking up and explaining carefully, "For some reason, there was a little more this morning. Otherwise, the smell wouldn't have suddenly appeared."

A shadow fell over his face.

Wen Qingyang passed the cherry in his mouth to him, smiled softly and asked, "Try it, is it not as big as yours?"

While swallowing, her words choked Mr. Sui for a moment, and the cherry pit almost got stuck in his throat, forcing him to cough a few times in panic.

He took off his glasses consciously and did not answer such a deliberately teasing question. He just lowered his eyes slightly, put on his shirt with a humble look, and even tried to tie a tie. At first glance, he looked like a poor little husband who had just been bullied.

She put her glasses aside on her own initiative. Isn't this obviously a pretense to seduce me? How can I tolerate this?

Wen Qingyang was righteous and could not stand people who pretended to be serious to gain sympathy, so he decided to punish the little man severely and let him show his true face.

Her fingers separated his one by one, slowly and firmly intertwining their fingers, while the other hand hooked the other's angular chin and kissed him fiercely.

The tips of their tongues intertwined and traced each other's expressions, and the two people's extremely tall noses kept fighting with each other. The one who was more intolerant to pain had tears in his eyes from the beginning, and he relied on his endurance to trap the tears in his eyes.

Wen Qingyang's lips retreated so suddenly that the soft lips on the other side couldn't help but follow. When he reacted, he suddenly stopped.

She held Sui Yi's shoulders and turned their positions. When she lay on her back, her hair was loose and spread smoothly on the sheets.

As expected, Mr. Sui was so shocked by this sudden change that he hesitated and stopped.

He was kneeling between Wen Qingyang's legs with his legs together. Some parts of his firm legs were directly facing her sight, and any changes were clearly visible.

"Good boy, aren't you a very good puppy?"

Sui Yi couldn't help but tremble when he heard this name, but he still nodded involuntarily.

He saw that his girlfriend's face was rosy, which was rare, and she only showed a strong and controlling charm. She whispered: "A good puppy can't be lazy. He must be diligent, proactive, and try to please others."

He was bewitched by the hint of doting hidden in the slightly hoarse voice, and immediately forgot his desire to get whatever he wanted. He lowered his head and rushed forward, and even his slender fingers on her thigh were quite strong.

Wen Qingyang was very mean. He casually scratched his chin with the silver ring on the base of his ring finger, and seemed to be able to feel the trembling of his tongue when he dodged.

She half closed her eyes, and the roots of her legs felt a little itchy from the long friction, but it was quickly suppressed by the pleasure.

The puppy is working extra hard today.