Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 657 - 580: Even If You’re a Useless Person, I Still Want You (Finale) 2

Chapter 657: Chapter 580: Even If You’re a Useless Person, I Still Want You (Finale) 2

Huo Shaojun saw how obedient she was, and his whole face softened.

...

For someone who had been abstinent for a long time and suddenly indulged, then didn’t get any "meat" for almost half a month, a pure carnivorous hungry wolf, once or twice is absolutely impossible to satisfy.

Jian Liangtong’s arms softly clung to the man’s hard muscular shoulders, her long hair soaked with sweat.

Honestly.

She really regretted coming over with him now.

"...Huo, Huo Shaojun, I really can’t take it anymore." Jian Liangtong pleaded softly with a crying voice.

In response, Huo Shaojun suddenly lowered his head to seal her little mouth.

When it finally ended, it was almost four in the morning.

He carried her to the bathroom to clean up, and then lay her on the soft bed.

Jian Liangtong’s whole body ached, to the point that she was unbearably tired yet unable to sleep.

Huo Shaojun was full of energy, seemingly capable of another battle, making Jian Liangtong bite her lips in frustration.

Seeing Jian Liangtong glaring at him with wide eyes, Huo Shaojun raised his eyebrows, leaned in, and planted another deep kiss until Jian Liangtong was breathless before letting go.

Now Jian Liangtong didn’t even have the strength to glare at him, trembling her long eyelashes as she panted.

Huo Shaojun seemed particularly satisfied with this, extending his long arm to wrap her soft body into his embrace.

Jian Liangtong leaned against his warm chest, and the tiredness on her body seemed to lighten significantly.

"Sleep." Huo Shaojun kissed her forehead.

Jian Liangtong fluttered her long eyelashes, forcing herself to stay awake, "You, when are you going back to the army?"

Jian Liangtong’s voice sounded like someone suffering from a severe cold, extremely hoarse.

"Not going back." Huo Shaojun said.

Not going back?

Jian Liangtong was surprised, withdrawing slightly from his embrace and looking up at him with confusion, "Wasn’t it supposed to be more than a month? It’s only been a short time."

Huo Shaojun gently stroked her hair, "Someone else is taking my place."

"But wasn’t the director specifically asking for you to participate? Wouldn’t quitting halfway be bad for you? Would you be blacklisted?" Jian Liangtong asked, worrying while sucking in a breath.

Blacklisted?

Huo Shaojun pinched her cheek, "Don’t worry."

Jian Liangtong looked at him for a while, exhaled gently, thinking it was impossible too.

"Tongtong." Huo Shaojun called her.

"Hmm?" Jian Liangtong looked up at him.

"How about being my agent?" Huo Shaojun said.

"Ah?" Jian Liangtong was surprised, "Me being your agent, what about Guan Yu?"

"Quit." Huo Shaojun smirked.

"..." Jian Liangtong’s face filled with black lines, slightly pouting her lips, "Don’t joke with me. Guan Yu has been with you since your debut; you two are already used to each other. What am I going to do as your agent? And if you fire Guan Yu because of this, wouldn’t he be super upset? What if he goes online and exposes all your secrets?"

As she spoke, Jian Liangtong started laughing herself.

Because she imagined Guan Yu sitting in front of the computer, crying while revealing dirt.

Huo Shaojun stared at Jian Liangtong’s rosy lips and suddenly turned over, pressing Jian Liangtong under him again.

Jian Liangtong’s eyes widened in shock, "You, you want to..."

Huo Shaojun easily grasped both of Jian Liangtong’s wrists, pressing them against the pillow above her head, kissing her from the center of her eyebrows all the way down, stopping at her slightly parted rosy lips, his cold eyes burning deeply into hers, "Then don’t quit. I’ll leave everything to you. Guan Yu can take care of the other artists for you. How about that?"

Jian Liangtong trembled slightly, "No, no way."

"Reason." Huo Shaojun frowned, his thin lips slightly moving away from Jian Liangtong’s lips, his cold eyes seriously staring at her as he asked.

Jian Liangtong moved her lips slightly, whispering, "I think it’s good as it is now."

"You don’t want to see me every day?" Huo Shaojun asked, his voice slightly cold.

"..." Jian Liangtong pursed her lips tight, looking at him, after a while, she softly said, "I want to rely on myself. I hope to achieve something in the entertainment industry through my own efforts, not relying on you or anyone else."

After pausing, Jian Liangtong continued, "I also want to be with you every day, to see each other every day."

"Being my agent, you think it can’t give you a sense of achievement?" Huo Shaojun chuckled lightly, but after hearing her words, his expression visibly softened a lot.

Jian Liangtong obviously sensed his mood improve, her lips slightly curving, she wriggled her wrists free from his grip, gently wrapping her arms around his neck, "Have you forgotten when I was your assistant before? Every day besides following you around, you wouldn’t let me do anything, treating me like a useless person. With your strong masculinity, this time being your agent will definitely be the same, not letting me do anything."

"Even if you’re useless, I still want you." Huo Shaojun gently bit her nose, speaking softly.

"I don’t want to be useless." Jian Liangtong closed her eyes, her nose gently rubbing against his, "Because it makes me feel unworthy of you."

"Nonsense!" Huo Shaojun scolded lowly, patting her butt gently with his large hand.

"..." Jian Liangtong’s face twitched, giving him a wronged look, wondering how he could still spank her at her age!

After the pat, Huo Shaojun felt distressed too, frowning as he massaged the spot for her.

Jian Liangtong’s ears turned hot, her face leaning closer to his neck.

Feeling her shallow breaths brushing against his neck, the black aura on Huo Shaojun’s face strangely dissipated, holding her tightly in his arms as he moved aside.

After a long time, his gentle voice slowly drifted into her ears, "I’ll do as you wish."

Jian Liangtong’s throat felt slightly itchy, but her lips gradually curled upward, securely closing her eyes in his embrace, falling into a deep sleep.

...

In the early morning, the Song Mansion exuded an air of gloom and gravity.

Wen Sirou was summoned from another place to the Song Mansion by her father overnight.

At seven in the morning, a group of doctors and nurses came downstairs from a room in a grand procession.

Wen Sirou exchanged glances with her father, Wen Gang.

Not long after the doctors and nurses left the Song Mansion, a harsh cry of despair came from upstairs.

Wen Sirou narrowed her eyes, looking upstairs.

"Sirou, come up." Mr. Song hurried out of a room, calling to Wen Sirou downstairs, and then quickly returned to the room.

Without hesitation, Wen Sirou walked upstairs.

Reaching the doorway, seeing Song Yun sitting on the bed frantically rubbing her body, Wen Sirou couldn’t deny she was somewhat shocked.

"Sirou, come over here." Mr. Song stood with arms akimbo at the foot of Song Yun’s bed, his side face tense and livid.

Wen Sirou glanced at him and walked inside.