Villain, Please Go Easy On Me (English Translation)

32. President: Going Home

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

One had to say, Su Bei lost.
He lay on the bed like a dead salted fish and did not want to move a bit. “748, I apply for mental damage compensation!”
748, “Host, it is still daytime, please stop daydreaming.”

Su Bei gave the middle finger in his heart. Shitty system!

Feng Xinglang kissed on his cheek. “Eat porridge today.”

Feng Xinglang smiled deeply, “You seem to be very energetic?”
Su Bei pupils shrunk. As he was about to say something, he gave up directly once his eyes fell on Feng Xinglang.
But what drove Su Bei crazy was his captivating bar didn’t increase a bit.
Really not changed, which made Su Bei upset.
Since Su Bei felt not in the mood, he lay in bed for a whole afternoon.
Feng Xinglang made some porridge and carried into the bedroom, and with a tube of ointment.
Su Bei nearly spilled the porridge with his trembling hand.
Feng Xinglang said gently, “You are so careless. I’ll apply it for you first, and then feed you.”
Su Bei shook his head crazily! No! Refusal! Never!
Feng Xinglang reached out to pull his quilt, while Su Bei was still trying to resist.

Feng Xinglang said helplessly, “If you don’t use the ointment, you are the one who suffers.”
Su Bei got flared up, “Then who to blame for?”
Feng Xinglang chuckled and said in a wheedling tone, “Blame me.”
Su Bei just collapsed in bed for a few days and finally felt a bit better, at the same time, being served by Feng Xinglang like a lord.
Su Bei who was fully recovered now felt like his whole life was so bright.
For a silly mission, he even sacrificed his body. Oh man!
But Feng Xinglang also had gone too far, forcing him to say I love you so many times, while he himself never said it.
Su Bei even d no idea since when got a ring on his ring finger.
In a word, Su Bei felt he really suffered great losses, while that asshole Feng Xinglang took all the advantage.
In order to express his strong dissatisfaction, Su Bei ran back home.

Although Su’s mother said she didn’t want him back, she didn’t really throw him out.
Not long after Su Bei slipped back home, Feng Xinglang came.

Looking at Feng Xinglang’s false smile, Su Bei felt afraid.
Su’s mother habitually asked Feng Xinglang, “Would you like to stay and have dinner together?”
Feng Xinglang said, he would stay here today.
Su Bei felt something not right, quickly objected, “There is no spare room. You should go home.”
Feng Xinglang said with a faint smile, “We can squeeze in one bed.”
Su Bei looked at the teasing eyes of Feng Xinglang, only wishing to give himself a slap. He dug his own pit and buried himself in.
In the evening, Su Bei slipped back to his room early and locked the door from inside.
Are you familiar with this scene? That’s what he did the last time when he was at Feng Xinglang’s villa.
Clearly it was of no use. Why would he still try to struggle?
Because life is a struggle, there is no end to life, there is no end to struggle.

Su Bei bit the lollipop and said, “748, seriously, mental damage compensation is very necessary, otherwise you will lose a clever and earnest captivating person like me, you know?”
748, “The host is right, but there is no mental damage compensation. I can give some verbal comfort. Fighting, host.”
Su Bei chewed up the lollipop. “Yuck!”