Civil Affairs Bureau?

​The hand buttoning his shirt paused as Gu Qichi glanced at Bo Yu with slight confusion.

​His shirt was wide open, his skin fair and delicate, yet not as frail as a “white-cut chicken.”

​His chest rose and fell slightly, his muscle lines were smooth and distinct, the shape of his six-pack abs was attractive, strong without losing aesthetic appeal, and his mermaid line extended all the way down, disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. The back of his waist was taut with clean lines, covered by a thin layer of muscle texture, feeling excellent to the touch, like a piece of warm jade, making one unable to put it down.

​”Are we going to get the certificate?” Gu Qichi brushed away the messy hair on his forehead, buttoned his shirt leisurely, and looked up to ask him.

​Bo Yu’s eyelashes blinked lightly, his gaze moving from his face all the way down to that slightly red mole.

​He had indeed been a bit wild yesterday.

​His Adam’s apple rolled up and down, Bo Yu licked his sharp teeth, feeling slightly itchy.

​Gu Qichi was truly too reckless; he had no idea how deadly his attraction was to him.

​That night in front of the apartment door, the great beauty leaned close, his voice low and deep, the tail end hooked, just like a seductive ghost hooking people’s souls.

​Bo Yu remembered clearly, Gu Qichi said he really liked the red mole on his Adam’s apple.

​Last night, Gu Qichi even used his actions to prove his thirst for that mole.

​Since he dared to kiss it without scruple, what did Bo Yu not dare to do?

​Gu Qichi had clearly and plainly told him that night where his own red mole grew…

​Seeming to sense Bo Yu’s gaze, Gu Qichi lowered his eyes following his line of sight.

​While the two were talking, Ah Ci happily rubbed against Gu Qichi’s feet, exposing her most vulnerable belly. That circle of white fur was overly soft, brushing past Gu Qichi’s slender ankles seemingly absent-mindedly.

​It was a bit itchy.

​Gu Qichi’s toes curled, the instep tightened, revealing clear metatarsals, cyan blood vessels spreading upward like flowers, stopping at the circle of red marks at the ankle.

​Looking somewhat shocking.

​Although the height difference between the two was negligible, Bo Yu’s build was much larger than Gu Qichi’s, and his shoulder line was also wider by a section.

​Therefore, Bo Yu’s shirt on Gu Qichi was loose and empty, the hem of the shirt slowly concealing the roots of his thighs, creating a sense of déjà vu of wearing a boyfriend’s shirt.

​Soft golden light poured down like a sparkling golden river, and Gu Qichi was submerged in it, quite possessing the currently popular “pure and lustful” atmosphere.

​No, the term “pure and lustful” was too obscene, the dirty thoughts hidden inside surged out like sludge; using it to describe Gu Qichi was truly a defilement.

​He was holy.

​Bo Yu thought casually.

​Could change wearing boyfriend’s shirt to wearing husband’s shirt.

​This was what suited Gu Qichi best, and also what Bo Yu liked best.

​But the great beauty had no mind to think about what Bo Yu was thinking. His eyelashes trembled slightly, his peach-blossom-shaped eyes widened slightly due to shock, somewhat astonished.

​But more than that was annoyance.

​After waking up, Bo Yu had applied medicine to his body. Although some places felt uncomfortable, his whole body felt refreshed, nothing to fuss about.

​But didn’t pay attention to one place.

​Where that red mole was.

​His skin was fair and prone to leaving marks; that patch of skin looked even more terrible.

​It was fucking scraped.

​And medicine hadn’t been applied yet!

​The great beauty raised his eyes coldly, long and thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his face, his gaze as cold as a quenched knife.

​His tone was also cold, like icicles shining with fragmented light in the winter sun, emitting a chill.

​Gu Qichi scolded him loudly: “Dog thing.”

​Bo Yu knew what he was cursing about, knew he was in the wrong, coughed lightly, had a good attitude, and started to admit his mistake: “I’m sorry.”

​Bo Yu: “I bought ointment, I’ll apply it to you in a while, okay?”

​Gu Qichi glanced at him, his gaze faint, didn’t say yes, nor did he say no, tremblingly put on his trousers, picked up the cat and walked downstairs.

​His legs were long, but couldn’t compare to Bo Yu’s legs which were even longer.

​Bo Yu’s pajama pants hung loosely on his waist, folding two creases along the ankles, just exposing a section of fair and tender ankle, convenient for walking.

​Bo Yu’s villa had three floors, the bedroom was on the second floor, and there was a huge screening room at the bottom.

​The spiral staircase was made of white marble, cool to the touch. Gu Qichi held the cat in one hand and the handrail in the other, pursing his lips, wanting to go downstairs.

​It’s a pity the great beauty overestimated himself. Just as he took a step, his legs went weak, and he almost fell down completely.

​Fortunately, Bo Yu followed closely behind him. Seeing his posture wasn’t right, he quickly picked him up horizontally.

​Ah Ci let out a startled cry in Gu Qichi’s arms, the sharp cat meow piercing the silence in the air, exceptionally ear-piercing.

​On the spiral staircase, a subtle situation formed where Bo Yu held Gu Qichi, and Gu Qichi held the cat.

​Gu Qichi looked at the situation in front of him somewhat quietly, giving up on himself and letting Bo Yu carry him down.

​Under the eaves, one had to bow one’s head.

​If worst came to worst, just treat Bo Yu as a miscellaneous worker moving goods.

​The great beauty started to do psychological counseling for himself.

​On the dining table, exquisite dishes of various sizes were laid out.

​Crystal white sugar was melted into amber soup, poured over meat slices with alternating fat and lean. The braised pork was stewed soft and rotten, sauce-red in color, shining slightly under the light, aroma enticing. Spring bamboo shoots were cut into thin slices like parallelograms, poured with fragrant vinegar and sesame oil for seasoning, salt pickled out moisture, then added a few shreds of carrot for color, combining emerald green and orange red, crisp and refreshing.

​Boiled prawns retained their original freshness, steamed directly in the pot, shrimp shells gradually turning from green to red, revealing an enticing fragrance.

​The staple food wasn’t the rice noodles Gu Qichi wanted to eat, but replaced with ramen with a thick soup base. The noodles were thin and long, the dough kneaded with sufficient strength, smooth and bouncy. The soup base was made from chicken soup boiled by the auntie, white and mellow in color, thick soup氤氲ing heat, hitting people’s faces, entering the mouth mellow and delicious, indescribably tasty.

​Gu Qichi sat on the chair, underneath was a thick soft cushion, and a milk-white cushion was also added behind his back, perfectly avoiding some indescribable pain.

​The dog thing was still quite thoughtful in this regard…

​Gu Qichi looked away, picked up chopsticks and started eating.

​President Bo added timely from the side: “There are no more rice noodles at home. I told Auntie Qin to buy some when she comes tomorrow. Just make do today, eat noodles first.”

​The hand holding the braised pork paused, then it was taken into the mouth. The meat quality was bouncy, fatty but not greasy, melting in the mouth. The thick sauce burst out a mellow fragrance in the mouth, stimulating the taste buds.

​So fragrant.

​Gu Qichi squinted his eyes happily, exuding a visibly satisfied aura all over his body.

​If Gu Qichi were a cat, he would probably be swaying his tail slowly like Ah Ci at this moment, humming cloyingly, making people touch his soft snow-white belly.

​Having appeased his hungry stomach, the great beauty was in a much better mood, raising his eyebrows slightly: “Did you cook this meal yourself?”

​Today’s chef President Bo nodded proudly.

​The great beauty propped his chin with his wrist and spoke again: “Have you cooked for anyone else before?”

​President Bo shook his head in panic, picked a chopstick of asparagus lettuce into Gu Qichi’s bowl, and whispered: “No, only cooked for you alone.”

​The great beauty withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, picked up the asparagus lettuce in the bowl, and ate it with the noodles.

​The taste was very good.

​It seemed that the original text didn’t mention Bo Yu could cook either. After all, it was indeed strange for a villain big shot who killed decisively to be able to cook.

​But this also meant that in other timelines he had experienced, Bo Yu probably hadn’t cooked for Gu Yuning either.

​Gu Qichi was very satisfied.

​The great beauty bit his chopsticks, his eyes flickering, then moved his gaze to Bo Yu’s face, the corner of his lips curling into an inconspicuous arc.

​His possessiveness was very strong. Anyone familiar with Gu Qichi knew that he had a strong desire to control his own things.

​The crew’s script, his personal belongings, and things like Ah Ci’s cat collar, were all engraved with Gu Qichi’s name, stroke by stroke, not giving an inch.

​Let alone, Bo Yu would be his, Gu Qichi’s, legal partner, a person to be written on the same page of the household register.

​No matter how long this agreement would last, all of Bo Yu’s time in this marriage, including body and mind, would be his alone.

​There is only and solely.

​Thinking that there was still serious business not asked, Gu Qichi lifted his eyelids.

​”Doesn’t getting married require a household register?”

​”My household register is in Gu Chengtian’s hands.”

​Bo Yu was prepared long ago, took out a document bag from the entrance, unzipped it, the transparent plastic bag shook gently, inside were exactly two household registers, one big and one small, and various materials, everything needed was there, even Gu Qichi’s ID card was among them, clearly visible.

​Gu Qichi: …

​Heh, prepared quite thoroughly.

​There was also a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup on the table. Sesame oil floated on top, egg drops mixed with seaweed, sandwiching some dried shrimps, refreshing and relieving greasiness.

​Gu Qichi held up the bowl and asked casually: “How much money did you give Gu Chengtian to make him agree to give you the household register?”

​He was quite curious about his own worth.

​If he remembered correctly, in the original text, Bo Yu threw three hundred million at Gu Yuning just thinking to meet him once.

​Bo Yu moved, took out a contract with black words on white paper from the briefcase again, handed it to Gu Qichi, with several words written boldly at the top——

​”Land Sale Contract”.

​Party A: Bo Yu.

​Party B: Gu Qichi.

​In the whole contract, not half a word about Gu Chengtian was seen.

​Bo Yu reached out, his finger pads rubbing his soft cheek, smiling and coaxing him: “Didn’t give him anything. I know you don’t like him.”

​”Gu’s has been thinking about this piece of land in the north of the city for a long time, but never had the chance to take down this project.”

​”Now, I give it to you, you are the owner of this piece of land.”

​”With it, whatever you want to do, you can do. Don’t have to worry too much. Gu Qichi, you have to remember, behind you, there will always be me backing you up.”

​Gu Qichi raised his eyebrows, didn’t quite understand Bo Yu’s meaning.

​A piece of land, could it be used to constrain the Gu family?

​Gu Qichi: “Is this piece of land very valuable?”

​Bo Yu lowered his eyebrows, a smile spread at the corner of his eyes, speaking leisurely: “Not very valuable, currently estimated at thirty billion, after development, uncertain how many times it can multiply.”

​The great beauty picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of soup again, mood complex.

​Hearing the value of this piece of land, the great beauty’s first reaction——

​His worth was quite high, compared to that losing goods Gu Yuning, multiplied by a hundred times.

​Second reaction——

​Thirty billion, Gu Qichi’s vision was still too shallow, he couldn’t quite estimate how much money that was.

​Third reaction——

​Fortunately he wasn’t a swindler, otherwise, relying on Bo Yu this love brain, even his underpants would be swindled away by him…

​Glancing at the time, the hour and minute hands turned slowly, pointing to 13:29.

​He was tossed until dawn before falling asleep, when he woke up it was only a little past twelve, counting fully, he only slept for more than six hours.

​Gu Qichi felt somewhat lazy: “Must go today?”

​He yawned leisurely, some tears also oozing from the corner of his eyes.

​And inadvertently pulled the collar open slightly, the collarbone bent into a beautiful arc, also revealing many of Bo Yu’s crimes too numerous to record.

​Deep meaning: I’m very sleepy, the crimes you committed, you bear them.

​Associating with the two phrases “bastard” and “dog thing” Gu Qichi scolded him with as soon as he woke up.

​Bo Yu admitted he was in the wrong, opened his arms: “I’ll carry you up, you sleep a bit more, when you’ve slept enough, we’ll go get the certificate.”

​Anyway, the person was in his hands, the cat was in his hands, household register and ID card were all in his hands, Gu Qichi could run but couldn’t hide.

​Gu Qichi was picked up horizontally again, enjoying the exclusive service of free labor President Bo.

​With a “smack” sound.

​Gu Qichi kissed Bo Yu’s lips, eyes slightly curved: “Your reward.”