The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

Actually, he didn't know what was wrong with him. He asked his husband before, and his husband said that he had drunk too much alcohol and then had a fever.

But after resting for several days, it would be a real shame not to cook if I didn't do it now.

Shang Yu didn't stop him. Although Lin Zhao was very obedient, she was surprisingly stubborn on this matter.

He didn't want Lin Zhao to think he was a useless person, so he had no choice but to let him do as he pleased, only letting him work with Sister Chen and not making him work too hard.

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As night deepened, Shang Yu was working in his study while Lin Zhao was curled up on the small sofa nearby playing games. As she played, she yawned, rubbed her eyes, and glanced in Shang Yu's direction.

The man was wearing a dark gray bathrobe, the collar slightly open, revealing his strong, muscular chest.

Because he needed to read documents, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which added a touch of refined elegance.

He's so handsome.

Lin Zhao thought to herself, but couldn't resist and quietly took out her phone.

A sharp "click" sounded, accompanied by a flash of light, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet study.

Lin Zhao quickly put the phone under her buttocks, her eyes darting around, pretending nothing had happened.

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Until a tall shadow fell, Shang Yu walked up to him, placed his hands on either side of him, and looked at him with a mischievous smile.

Lin Zhao gave an awkward smile.

"Hey, Brother Yu, I feel a little sleepy, I'm going to go to sleep now."

After saying that, she quietly picked up her phone, pushed past people, and tried to run away. Before she could take a step, someone grabbed her waist and pulled her into their arms.

Shang Yu rested his head on his shoulder, his chest against his back, and one hand held him tightly.

"What mischief have you been up to? Why are you in such a hurry to run away?"

Lin Zhao immediately retorted.

"No, I'm just... just sleepy..."

The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, and he had no confidence at all.

Shang Yu shrugged, and Lin Zhao pretended not to see it.

"Hmm? Is Zhaozhao being disobedient?"

Lin Zhao pursed her lips, deciding to act unreasonably.

"These are my personal belongings, you can't just look at them. I haven't even looked at yours."

The next second, a black phone appeared in his hand.

"The password is your birthday."

A deep male voice came from beside her ear, and Lin Zhao was startled, turning her head in surprise.

How did you know my birthday?

Shang Yu hadn't expected his little brain to work so quickly; he couldn't very well say that he had done the investigation himself.

With a quick glance, he could spout off a sentence.

"We need your bank card number and ID card to pay your salary. Have you forgotten, Zhao Zhao?"

Lin Zhao thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that there was such a thing. Uncle Li, who had just arrived, had asked him for it. Without thinking much about it, he nodded.

But then she remembered that her husband had used his birthday as a password, and her cheeks burned again.

But he added fuel to the fire. Shang Yu held his hand and turned on his phone. The first thing he saw was a picture of himself sleeping.

Before he could ask, Shang Yu had already spoken.

"I couldn't resist taking this picture while you were sleeping, so Zhao Zhao, don't be shy, I'm the same as you."

Same, same what?

Before he could figure it out, Shang Yu leaned close to his ear again and mischievously bit it with his teeth.

"The same lustful nature."

Lin Zhao's face was beyond red; it was practically burning up, and even the phone in his hand felt hot to the touch.

"You, you, you..."

He struggled for a long time, but only managed to come up with one.

"Stop bullying me."

Her voice was soft and sweet, lacking any authority, which only made people want to bully her more.

Shang Yu's thin lips brushed against his earlobe and gradually moved downwards, landing on his handsome neck, gently touching him with restraint, his breathing becoming slightly unsteady.

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head, turned Lin Zhao's face towards him, and made him look at him.

"Zhaozhao, I want to kiss you, is that okay?"

Her voice was incredibly gentle, with a seductive quality. Lin Zhao had no resistance whatsoever and obediently nodded.

Shang Yu licked his dry lips, his voice hoarse.

"Sweetie, help me take off my glasses."

Lin Zhao's hands trembled as her fingertips touched the frame of her glasses and gently removed them.

Without the constraints of glasses, the "refined scoundrel" is nothing but a scoundrel.

An eager kiss quickly descended, prying open the lips she had longed for and plundering them wantonly.

The hand that was holding his chin gradually moved to his delicate neck, so slender it was pitiful, and could be held in one hand.

Fingertips lingered intimately on the boy's neck, the sensitive Adam's apple sending tingling sensations through the friction.

Lin Zhao was completely overwhelmed and soon went limp, nestling into Shang Yu's arms.

At that moment, an untimely "click" sound suddenly rang out in the air.

Lin Zhao was startled and hurriedly pushed the man behind her away. Her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

The man pulled her close, wrapped his arm around her waist, and patted her back gently.

"Don't worry, it's just taking a picture."

After saying that, he turned on the phone, which had somehow returned to Shang Yu's hand, and handed the photo to Lin Zhao.

In the photo, the boy sits comfortably on the man's lap, turning his head to meet the kiss.

The man's warm palm gently pressed against the boy's neck.

Their faces were turned away from each other, and only the boy's slightly turned profile and the man's possessive eye could be seen.

Although their lip movements are not visible, there is a strong sense of ambiguity and tension.

Lin Zhao's eyes widened after seeing the photos. She bit her lower lip, feeling somewhat helpless. Instinctively, she reached out to grab the phone and delete the photos.

Shang Yu, however, seemed to have anticipated this, raising his hand high so that Lin Zhao couldn't reach it.

He got a little anxious and reached out to grab the man's collar.

"Brother Ayu, please delete it, okay?"

Shang Yu chuckled lightly, feigning ignorance.

"Why? Was the filming bad?"

Lin Zhao was so ashamed that she could barely speak, but she still managed to speak with strength and composure.

"The photo is good, but... I don't like it. Could you please delete it...?"

Anyway, since the gentleman said that he doesn't have to do things he doesn't like, it's no big deal to delete them.

Shang Yu raised an eyebrow, not expecting him to say that.

"Our Zhaozhao finally learned to be a little clever, and she used it all on me?"

Lin Zhao choked, not expecting that her little trick had been seen through so easily.

Seeing that the person in his arms was almost crying, Shang Yu withdrew his hand, put his phone aside, and held the person to comfort them.

"Zhaozhao, this photo is so beautiful, I want to keep it and not delete it, okay?"

"But this photo is so strange..."

Lin Zhao twirled her fingers, not looking at him, and weakly offered her opinion.

"What's strange? The photos are great, or does Zhaozhao think my photography skills are bad?"

Lin Zhao immediately looked up and waved his hand.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Shang Yu sighed and picked up his phone.

"Forget it, just delete it. Anyway, the photos I took were weird."

He sighed as he spoke, making Lin Zhao feel uneasy, and she grabbed the man's hand.

"No, I won't delete it."