Kicked out of the house! The sickly tycoon took her home to pamper her

"I... we are alone in the same room, it's not good..."

Ye Chen was pressed down by Feng Li, with his legs on his lower abdomen, sitting on him in an ambiguous posture.

"What's wrong with that? Do you want to sleep on the sofa today? Have you forgotten that your neck was crooked yesterday?"

Ye Chen shook his head, "I... I didn't forget, I'll sleep on the bottom and you on the top."

"Okay."

Feng Li agreed, and Ye Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you let me go now?"

Feng Li raised his eyes, "Aren't you going to sleep on the bottom? Should I sleep on you?"

Ye Chen: "..."

"Feng Li, I mean I sleep on the floor and you sleep on the bed."

"No, the floor is too cold, you are weak, what if you catch a cold?"

"I'm a grown man, it's okay to sleep on the floor, let me go first."

When Ye Chen struggled, he accidentally touched Feng Li's thigh, the skin was smooth and delicate, like the best mutton-fat jade, cool and slippery.

It feels so good...

Feng Li clamped the man tightly under him, sat on top of Ye Chen, and looked down at him, "Sleep on the bed."

"Okay, I'll sleep."

Ye Chen was so angry that he was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he lay far away from Feng Li on the edge of the bed.

Torture!

Too much torture!

Ye Chen couldn't fall asleep with his eyes open. Although his back was facing Feng Li, he could clearly smell the body fragrance emanating from his body, which was very fresh and nice.

Suddenly, Feng Li put an arm on him, and Ye Chen quietly took her hand away.

"Feng Li, sleep well."

Ye Chen pointed at Feng Li's nose and touched her smooth face. He didn't dare to touch Feng Li when she was awake, and only dared to touch her when she was asleep.

Feng Li hugged Ye Chen's neck with both hands again, pressed against his chest, and seemed to be talking to herself, "Don't... don't go."

Hearing the coquettish tone, Ye Chen was stunned on the spot... He was held by her all the time.

The next day.

Ye Chen and Feng Li hugged each other tightly, like a couple who just woke up, and then both of them were stunned for a while.

Ye Chen let go of Feng Li and explained awkwardly: "Feng Li, you had a dream yesterday, you must have dreamed of something, and you didn't want to let go, so..."

Feng Li coughed a few times and gathered his pajamas, "Did you sleep well yesterday?"

"Good."

Ye Chen got up from the bed, put on his shoes and ran outside, Feng Yan was waiting at the door.

Ye Chen bumped into Feng Yan as soon as he came out, staring at her fiercely.

"Ye Chen, how did you sleep last night? Was it good? No need to thank me."

Ye Chen gritted his teeth in anger, "Very good!"

"Good is good, you and my sister have slept together, you have to be responsible for my sister, otherwise, get the marriage certificate in a few days."

Ye Chen twitched his mouth, "No, thank you."

"Ye Chen, do you want to be an irresponsible scumbag? My sister is good-looking, has a good figure and is rich, why don't you marry her!" Feng Yan followed Ye Chen and questioned.

Ye Chen did not answer, and dressed Tuantuan.

The little guy hugged his father's neck in a daze, "Dad."

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"Yeah, Dad is here."

After washing the little milk ball's face, Ye Chen put the little guy on the sofa.

Why does he always feel like he has forgotten something important, but he can't remember what it is?

As soon as Feng Li came down, Feng Yan looked at her belly and said something shocking, "Sister, will you give Tuantuan a little brother or sister?"

Feng Li raised his finger and knocked Feng Yan's head, "Feng Yan, what are you thinking about?"

"I... I didn't."

This time, Feng Yan finally behaved.

After Ye Chen finished his meal, he picked up his phone and saw the message from Song Wan Ning.

[Ye Chen, are you there? Haven't you woken up yet? The concert is about to start. ]

[Ye Chen, did you oversleep? ]

[Ye Chen, wake up! ]

Song Wan Ning sent several messages in a row, but no one responded.

Ye Chen glanced at the time on his phone and his scalp tingled. It was already nine o'clock!

The concert started at eight o'clock.

So, he missed it again.

[Song Wan Ning, I'm so sorry, I overslept today and was a little tired last night. ]

[It's okay, I'm already listening to it, don't forget it next time. ]

[Okay. ]

Ye Chen still felt a little guilty, he had promised Song Wan Ning several times, but he never fulfilled it.

Feng Li turned around and asked, "Ye Chen, didn't you say that my classmates and I were going to the concert today? We won't go."

Ye Chen scratched his head: "Well, I got up too late this morning and missed it."

"Don't forget to attend the press conference in the afternoon.""Okay."

Ye Chen continued to paint with Tuan Tuan. When he was bored, he browsed his phone. Ye Mo's second concert had already started, but only a few tickets were sold.

#Ye Mo's concert tickets sold 3,000 tickets.

#Ye Mo cheated.

[There's no need to say much about Ye Mo's strength. He can't even sell tickets. ]

[Hahahaha, isn't Ye Mo very popular? He has tens of millions of fans, but how come he only sold 3,000 tickets? He's even worse than a small-time celebrity. ]

[Yeah, isn't he the most promising male singer? What's the matter with 3,000 votes? ]

[The most promising male singer, self-proclaimed! ]

Everyone sneered.

Ye Mo's face changed with anger, and he started throwing things again. Grandma Ye hid far away, fearing that she would be affected.

Ye's father said coldly: "Ye Mo, what happened again? Why are you so irritable? How old are you? You should control your temper."

Ye Mo collapsed and said: "Dad, the second concert sold more than 3,000 tickets. How can I... survive in the circle in the future?"

"The last concert was a mess. Many fans didn't buy it. I lost more than 5 million fans in the past few days. If this continues, how can I continue to make money here?"

Ye's father frowned, "Alas, let Ye Chen write lyrics for you obediently. You can make money as long as you release an album. However, he is not under our control now, and your concert will not work..."

Ye's father's eyes lit up and suddenly thought of something.

"Ye Mo, today is the press conference of Feng Group. We have cooperated with Feng Group before. Maybe you can take this opportunity to go in and meet Mr. Feng."

"Press conference? Can I really go in?"

Father Ye took out a white invitation and handed it to Ye Mo, "Of course, you can go in and meet Feng Li with this invitation."

"Okay."

Ye Mo put the invitation in his pocket.

Why would he hold a concert if he could meet Mr. Feng?

He looks no worse than Ye Chen. Mr. Feng might really like him.

Ye Mo was dreaming happily.

He went upstairs to change into the most expensive suit, and asked the servants at home to do his hair and put on light makeup.

He went to meet Mr. Feng in the best condition.