dognovel Chapter 121 There's no limit to how much you can lick your boots.
Chapter 121 There's no limit to how much you can lick your boots.
I overheard their conversation.
The strategist, Lin Xinwei, looked up at the sky, seemingly having lost all her strength and abilities.
The sheer volume of comments was dazzling, leaving viewers utterly astonished.
There's no limit to how much you can lick someone's boots; there's always something even more outrageous.
[He really made me cry. He didn't even want a title; he just wanted to be a devoted follower.]
Is the young master somehow bound to some kind of sycophant system, where the more he licks the boots, the more rewards he gets?
[Having ten years of experience as a devoted admirer, after hearing the young master's speech, I am ashamed of myself and humbly admit defeat. [bowing]]
...
Fu Wanzhou's eyes were red at the corners, and the tip of her nose was also red. She had a wet, watery, and broken look about her.
It almost shattered when the wind blew.
"I don't want any title, I don't want anything, I just want... the chance to be your lapdog."
Wen Yao's silence was deafening.
In her past life, she gave Fu Wanzhou the nickname "Silly Dog Brother." She thought it was an adjective, but it turned out to be a declarative word!
Why would someone who's perfectly normal choose to be a simp? Has this kid been possessed?
"Fu Wanzhou, do you have a white moonlight that you can't have, and now you want to find a substitute? And I just happen to look a little like your white moonlight..."
Based on the CEO romance novels she had read, Wen Yao attempted to deduce Fu Wanzhou's mental journey.
"There is no white moonlight, no one else." Fu Wanzhou denied without thinking, her already low and husky voice becoming nasal, "From beginning to end, it has only been you."
The first person I fell in love with, I was happy to be her devoted admirer.
[Sister, he's not asking for the moon! Just let him be your dog!]
[Indeed, inferiority and tears are the greatest cosmetic procedures for men; even a prince's looks improve when he humbles himself.]
[Holy crap, if the male protagonist in any novel I read had a mouth like that prince, would I even need to follow it for 1000 chapters?]
Wen Yao fell silent after Fu Wanzhou's words.
“I’m sorry, Fu Wanzhou.” She chose her words carefully. “Thank you for your…uh…kindness, but I really don’t need a simp.”
The light in Fu Wanzhou's eyes dimmed little by little.
"Hey, hey, don't cry." Wen Yao was exasperated. "Why are you crying, you're a grown man?"
Fu Wanzhou sniffed, her voice clearly trembling with tears, yet she stubbornly insisted, "I'm not crying."
"Then what's leaking out of you? Did you pee your eyes?"
With just one sentence, Fu Wanzhou swallowed back all the remaining tears.
Wen Yao suddenly remembered something, so she turned off her microphone and then reached out to turn off Fu Wanzhou's microphone as well.
Fu Wanzhou stared at her blankly.
“Actually, I…” Wen Yao hesitated for a moment, but when she thought of Ms. Wen’s urging for marriage, she still said the same thing as in her previous life, “I’m missing an engagement partner…”
Before Wen Yao could finish speaking, suddenly—
Gu Yan charged at Fu Wanzhou like a bull, yelling, "Fu dog!! Stay away from my sister!!!"
Fu Wanzhou was thrown several meters away and almost vomited blood.
Wen Yao: "..."
Fu Wanzhou struggled to get up, but was held down by another pair of strong hands.
He looked up and met a pair of deep, dark eyes, as deep as the sea.
Fu Qianchuan remained calm: "Are you alright?"
But those hands were pressed on Fu Wanzhou's shoulders, preventing him from moving an inch.
Fu Wanzhou didn't think much of it, assuming it was his uncle showing concern for him, and said with teary eyes:
"Uncle, you're still the best to me!"
Fu Qianchuan: "...Hmm."
Fu Wanzhou painstakingly turned off Fu Qianchuan's microphone to ensure that the conversation would not be heard by others.
"Uncle, Yao-mei doesn't want a simp, but she said she needs a fiancé." Fu Wanzhou couldn't hide his excitement.
It's an engagement, not a wedding...
Fu Qianchuan suppressed his turbulent emotions and asked casually, "Are you sure it's not your hallucination?"
"Absolutely not! Although I didn't hear the whole thing, that's exactly what Yao-mei meant! I swear!!"
Fu Wanzhou was impatient. "Uncle, I'm fine. You don't need to help me. I need to go find Yao-mei and ask her some questions..."
"What are you two whispering about!" Gu Yan shouted. "Brother Chuan, you need to keep an eye on your nephew! All he does all day is chase girls. Do you think he's someone who can mess with my sister?"
Fu Qianchuan went along with it and said calmly, "Yes, my nephew, I will teach him well."
Fu Wanzhou: ? ? ?
No, Uncle, I don't want to be good! I want to be bad!
Wen Yao was annoyed by their noise: "Alright, alright, let's do the mission first, we can talk later."
She waved and walked away gracefully.
Fu Wanzhou pleaded, "Yao-mei, slow down! Slow down, be careful..."
Fu Qianchuan: "..."
It’s too disgusting to watch. It’s really too disgusting to watch.
Little did they know, the viewers in the live stream were incredibly anxious and distressed.
【Ahhh, what did they say?!】
Looking for a lip-reading expert! Please analyze the complete dialogue!
What else did the Crown Prince and his uncle say? I'm so anxious!
Goodness, the clearest thing I heard the whole time was Maluo's squeaking and monkey-like chatter...
...
Fu Wanzhou took several deep breaths before her turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.
He was not qualified to participate in the second round, so he stayed at the camp.
Yunxing happened to be there as well, and the two were seen together in a rare photo.
Having streamed together for so long, we've bound to develop some kind of camaraderie.
Fu Wanzhou nodded to Yun Xing as a greeting.
Yun Xing gave a haughty snort: "Simp, Yao treats you like you're invisible, aren't you going to give up?"
Fu Wanzhou truly has a good temper. As a dignified young master of the Beijing entertainment circle, he was called a "lickspittle brother," but instead of getting angry, he just laughed.
"You also think I'm perfect to be her dog, right?"
Yunxing: ?
No, is he sick?
"So what if she treats me like I don't exist? How can a person live without air? This shows she can't live without me!!"
Yunxing: ? ? ?
Holy crap, he's seriously sick!
Yun Xing silently moved a little further away, afraid that Fu Wanzhou would suddenly go crazy.
Fu Wanzhou's mind was filled with romantic fantasies; he was already imagining how to decorate his engagement ceremony with Wen Yao...
He wanted to give her the very best of everything: a wedding dress, jewelry, a bouquet...
The princess had a once-in-a-century engagement banquet, and Yao Mei must have one too!
"Yunxing, do you know what it feels like to like someone?"
Fu Wanzhou was head over heels in love and couldn't wait to share it with others.
"I just want to give her the best and most precious things, but even so, I still feel that I am not worthy of her at all."
Yun Xing's lips twitched slightly: "Love-obsessed people should really be covered by medical insurance. If Yao Mei really wanted to deceive you, she could have fooled you in no time."
Fu Wanzhou was displeased: "Yao-mei didn't completely fool me. I'm just naturally prone to spinning around. Don't worry about it. I have my own rhythm. Being infatuated with her is just part of my plan. First be a dog, then a human, understand?"
Yunxing kept fiddling with a leaf, which Wenyao had picked up and given to her, saying that the leaf had a unique pattern.
"What if...she falls in love with someone else?"