Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Sheng Congye looked bewildered. In the time it took him to take out his phone to take a picture, Zhuobao was "snatched away"?

She then strode after her boyfriend.

He caught up with Chu Zhuo within three or four meters, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms. Sheng Congye sternly scolded, "It's dangerous to play around on the glass bridge. You should know something about glass when you buy a ticket to go on the bridge. Even if you can't overcome your fear, please don't drag others along. My boyfriend isn't responsible for your fear."

The man in sunglasses, annoyed by the barrage of insults, retorted without restraint: "Your boyfriend didn't say anything. Besides, a man isn't that weak. He won't fall over if you push him. Look, is he alright? He's standing perfectly fine."

Chu Zhu refuted his statement firmly: "What Ye Ge said is exactly what I wanted to say. Whether it's a man or anyone else, it's not a reason for you to push someone out of fear. If it wasn't intentional, I won't blame you for apologizing, since you're in the wrong. But you wanting it all is really disgusting."

In terms of priorities, Chuzhuo has always provided ample favoritism and a sense of security.

The man in sunglasses was subjected to the blatant stares of everyone. Coupled with Sheng Congye's tall and imposing physique, he looked like someone not to be trifled with. After his outburst, he became frightened and boasted, "You think you can bully me just because you outnumber me? I won't bother with you."

After saying that, the man in sunglasses fled in panic.

The onlookers spoke up for them.

"We all saw it. He was wrong. He should apologize. He was the one who bumped into someone, but he had to throw a tantrum. Nobody thinks you did anything wrong."

"Yeah, just ignore that kind of person. They act like nobody owes them anything."

"Yeah, yeah, don't let people like that ruin your mood."

"Are you two a couple? You look really good together."

Sheng Congye's expression was calm.

Chu Zhu hooked her arm around his wrist and smiled generously, "Thank you both, but Ye Ge and I didn't take it to heart. We'll live our lives well, he's not worth mentioning."

The crowd laughed good-naturedly.

At the end of the glass skybridge is a viewing platform, a popular spot for taking photos.

Chu Zhuo raised her phone, opened the selfie camera, and leaned her head on Sheng Congye's shoulder: "Brother Ye, look at the camera."

Sheng Congye stared at the camera, and after a while, his gaze unconsciously fell to the boy's face.

His thick eyelashes were like small fans, casting long shadows under his eyelids. With just a blink, Sheng Congye's heart would pound.

Chu Zhuo took several photos in a row and chose one with an intimate atmosphere as her WeChat profile picture.

Sheng Congye's profile picture is a snapshot he took during the last Chuzhuo dance competition.

The boy leaped upwards, his dance as graceful as a dragon in flight, his light green brocade robes shimmering and dazzling, making him extremely eye-catching.

"Brother Ye, I just heard someone say there will be fireworks here tonight. Where will they be? I want to come out and watch." Chu Zhuo leaned against the glass, his hand resting on the horizontal bar, his posture casual.

Sheng Congye grasped his wrist, his fingertips gently stroking the protruding wrist bone, his tone as usual: "I'll take you to see it tonight. I know a best viewing spot."

Chu Zhuo grasped his four fingers with her own: "Sheng Congye, you're a very good boyfriend. I'm very satisfied."

Sheng Congye chuckled softly, his chest trembling, and solemnly said with a straight face, "Thank you for your affirmation, Zhuobao. I will continue to maintain this."

Chu Zhu laughed heartily and jumped into his arms.

We stayed at the observation deck for about half an hour before heading back.

Hotel staff led them to a private hot spring room. The room was steaming hot. Sheng Congye had specially bought two sets of handmade silk pajamas last night and brought them with him before leaving this morning.

The hotel provided clean bathrobes, which were placed aside. After choosing a champagne-colored nightgown, Chu Zhuo went into the water. The water temperature was a few degrees higher than the body temperature, and soaking in the hot spring helped relax muscles and improve blood circulation.

Sheng Congye stepped into the hot spring, swam over and snuggled close to Chu Zhuo: "If you get sleepy from soaking, lean on my shoulder and rest for a while."

Chu Zhuo's body sank, and only his head emerged from the water: "I'm not sleepy, I'm full of energy."

Sheng Congye glanced at the boy's legs, which were spread apart underwater, and his breathing became heavier. He grabbed the boy's thigh and pulled him towards himself: "Give me a kiss."

As he finished speaking, he cupped Chu Zhuo's face in his hands, aimed at her lips that were flushed red from the steam, and kissed her fiercely with all his might.

Chu Zhuo's mouth was filled to the brim, and his hand landed on Sheng Congye's chest. The muscles in his relaxed state were soft and fluffy, but as his breathing became heavier, the muscles gradually hardened.

He grabbed a handful, and between kisses, he grumbled, "I don't want this feel, Wild Bro, relax quickly."

Sheng Congye bit Chu Zhuo's lower lip, wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted him onto the platform, and buried his face in the boy's slender shoulders and neck: "Zhuo Bao, this is not something I can control."

As he said this, Sheng Congye's body slowly relaxed.

Chu Zhu smiled brightly: "Brother Ye still cares about me."

"You're my only baby, who else would I love more than you?" Sheng Congye pulled his hand and placed it on his abs. "Come on, touch them as much as you want."

Soaking in the warm spring water felt wonderful, and all my fatigue vanished.

Chu Zhu put on a bathrobe and ate the meal delivered by the hotel.

As dusk fell, the blue sky pressed down on the mountaintops, with a wisp of orange-red sunset clouds still visible on the horizon.

"What time are the fireworks going off?" Chu Zhu asked leisurely after finishing her cookies and sipping some honey lemonade.

Sheng Congye: "What time would you like to watch it, Zhuobao?"

Chu Zhu pondered for a moment: "It would be best to leave early, so as not to miss it."

"No." Sheng Congye took the drink he couldn't finish, downed it in two gulps, and held out a hand to Chu Zhuo. "Let's go, if you want to see it, let's go now."

Chu Zhuo extended her hand, only to be pulled upwards by a force that sent her flying forward: "Wow!"

That little tone of his voice was quite endearing, and Sheng Congye laughed, "What?!"

"Of course you're the best." Chu Zhuo pinched his biceps. "These muscles, this firmness, Ye-ge, you're definitely the powerhouse boyfriend."

Sheng Congye bent down, wrapped his right arm around Chu Zhuo's knee and pulled him back, lifting him up with one hand. He adjusted his posture slightly during the process so that Chu Zhuo could better use his strength and sit steadily by leaning on one of his arms.

Chu Zhuo exclaimed, "Wow, Ye-ge is amazing! Can Ye-ge do a squat while holding me like that?"

Sheng Congye, disguised as a tyrant, did ten squats in a row, then tapped his right cheek with his left hand: "Smell this sweet."

Chu Zhuo gave him a loud, loud kiss on the cheek.

A very obvious look of joy appeared on his handsome face, and Sheng Congye was practically walking on air.

This relationship is so enjoyable; Chu Zhuo is his destined boyfriend.

As the fiery sunset faded, the blue hues of the evening deepened to their fullest extent, and many people waited outside the hotel for fireworks to be set off.

Chu Zhuo was somewhat surprised: "It seems like a lot of people know there will be fireworks tonight. Is something big happening?"

Sheng Congye put his hands behind his back and made an OK sign, then smiled lightly: "Zhuobao, count to five."

Chu Zhuo's heart skipped a beat. A certain guess flashed through his mind, too quick to grasp, and he instinctively started counting down: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

The words had barely left his mouth when a long whoosh rang out.

Chu Zhuo glanced quickly at Sheng Congye, then turned his gaze back to the vast, open land in front of him.

A beam of fire shot into the sky and exploded in mid-air, leaving a huge fireball suspended in the night during the Blues hour.

It glittered with golden light, like countless shooting stars converging, and after its bloom, raindrops fell in a continuous stream.

The second explosion was a blue meteor, and the third and fourth explosions were different colors each time.

Chu Zhuo was extremely excited, her mind racing with the fireworks, unable to calm down at all: "Brother Ye, is this a surprise you gave me?"

Sheng Congye embraced him from behind, his magnetic voice whispering in his ear, "Zhuobao, Happy New Year."

"Sheng Congye, let's be happy together." Chu Zhuo tilted her head slightly and gently touched the man's cool lips.

The fireworks display lasted for ten minutes, with the last burst being particularly loud, displaying the two characters "初琢" (Chu Zhuo) like flames, lingering for seven or eight seconds before disappearing in scattered fragments.

Chu Zhuo stretched out his hand, made a grasping motion in the air, clenched it into a fist, and held it up in front of Sheng Congye. He gently blew on the fist, then slowly opened his palm, his voice rising at the end: "Chu Zhuo has entered your heart."