His agent, Sister Hong, looked at him, patted his shoulder meaningfully, and walked out of the office without saying anything more.
Only Zhou Rui and the girl who slapped him earlier that day remained in the office.
The girl walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said with a sympathetic look, "Sigh, Zhou Rui, good luck to you."
Zhou Rui saw that the girl's name tag read Xu Meng.
Zhou Rui asked her curiously and sweetly, "Mengmeng, what do you mean by 'I'll pray for my own good fortune'?"
Xu Meng was stunned for a moment. Didn't Zhou Rui usually call her Xu Meng? Had he really forgotten his brain today? Or was he possessed by some ghost?
"Zhou Rui, what's wrong with you today? You're acting strangely. Are you feeling unwell? Or are you scared out of your wits because you found out you'd be their assistant?" Xu Meng asked him with concern.
After all, Zhou Rui is considered to be of average appearance in their company. If Zhou Rui weren't short, Sister Hong would probably be eager to sign him as an artist.
Looking at his colleague who was concerned about him, Zhou Rui really wanted to tell her that he wasn't feeling unwell, but that he wasn't the Zhou Rui they knew.
"No! I'm just a little excited to be their assistant."
Zhou Rui stared at the posters on the wall with a grin, like a lovesick fool.
"I can tell you're really terrified. You're so excited to be their assistant? Everyone in the company knows how difficult those three young masters are to deal with."
"Really? I believe I can serve those three young masters."
Zhou Rui firmly believed that he loved He Muchen so much that no matter how they treated him, he would not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"You're really scared out of your wits. Good luck to you. I'm leaving now. Don't come crying to me later."
Xu Meng sighed at Zhou Rui and then left the office.
Zhou Rui shouted loudly at her retreating figure, "No, I won't cry."
"Zhou Rui, wait a week before saying that again."
Xu Meng looked at Zhou Rui as if he were an ignorant teenager, then pushed open the office door and walked out.
Zhou Rui approached the poster, gazing at He Muchen on it with a lovesick expression, and muttered to himself, "My husband, how can he be so handsome?"
"As expected of my husband whom I've invested in for many years, his looks and his physique are absolutely stunning."
As he spoke, his saliva started flowing.
Zhou Rui was admiring the people in the poster to himself, completely unaware that a dark figure was standing next to him.
The man asked in a deep voice, "Do you like me a lot? Would you like to touch my face and body for yourself?"
He Muchen's words startled Zhou Rui, who lost his balance and tripped over his right foot, falling backward.
Before he fell backward, he instinctively grabbed He Muchen's collar, hoping he could save him, but the two of them fell down together.
With a loud crash...
He Muchen pressed himself against him, his lips touching his forehead in an intimate encounter.
He Muchen was a little at a loss and wanted to get up immediately, but Zhou Rui under him was still holding onto his collar and even enjoying himself with his eyes closed.
He Muchen blushed slightly as he looked at Zhou Rui, who had his eyes closed, and then looked closely at the man beneath him.
Her eyelashes are unusually long, and her lips are quite rosy. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss her.
He Muchen's throat grew drier and itchier as he thought about it, and he gently patted Zhou Rui's chubby cheeks.
"How long are you going to keep holding onto my collar?"
He Muchen put aside his previous thoughts and immediately switched to a cold expression as he looked at Zhou Rui.
Zhou Rui opened her eyes and looked at He Muchen: "What, honey? Are you still here? Haven't you woken up from your dream yet?"
After saying that, she closed her eyes tightly again. He Muchen heard the beauty beneath him calling him "husband" again. Did I look a lot like her husband? He was a little angry.
"Hey, I don't care if you're awake or not. If you like lying on the ground, then lie there slowly. I'm getting up. Take your hands off my clothes first." He Muchen said coldly.
Zhou Rui opened his eyes. He Muchen was still pressing down on him, and he was still holding onto his collar.
She realized it wasn't a dream, it was real... Had she traveled through time? She immediately let go of his collar.
Zhou Rui apologized nervously, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pull you. It's a human instinct to grab onto something as a lifeline when you fall down."
He Muchen stood up and looked at the noisy little cutie lying on the ground.
A deep voice entered Zhou Rui's heart: "Ha, a lifeline? Why aren't you calling me husband anymore?"
Zhou Rui immediately stood up, afraid that He Muchen would misunderstand him and think he was a pervert, and quickly explained:
"Husband... no, He Muchen, I'm sorry, it's because you look a lot like someone I like, and I used to call him husband, so when I saw you I just blurted out that term."
He Muchen's anger flared up immediately after hearing his explanation. How come this young master is still someone else's substitute in this little thing's heart?
He was practicing in the practice room, but the sound of his sweet voice calling him "husband" kept echoing in his ears, so he lost his mood to practice and came out for a stroll.
Seeing that person swooning over their own poster actually made me quite happy.
As it turned out, I was just imagining things; I was someone else's substitute.
He Muchen said sarcastically, "Oh, you look quite young, yet you're already married."
"Ah!" Zhou Rui quickly waved his hands to explain, "I'm not married. He's a celebrity I like. I've been following him for ten years, a full ten years. I'm used to calling him my husband."
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