MTL - Elixir Supplier - Chapter 42 How is the family?

The top student in the art exam, at the graduation ceremony, she once uttered nonsense in front of more than a thousand people: “I want to be the actor!”
– boyfriend!
Wen Yuanyu, the film star with tens of millions of girlfriend fans, looks elegant, gentle and demeanor, but when flirting, he is full of love words——
“I’ve always liked you.”
“I like you right now.”
“We’ll just go home…”
The continuous flow of sugar-coated bullets has subdued the proud and rebellious Ran Qiu into a little puppy, and even made him an underground lover.
Until one day after exercising,
The defenseless Wen Yuanyu blurted out…
The little milk dog gradually discovered that his love was full of lies, his self-esteem was wiped out, and even his career that fell to the bottom of the valley all stemmed from a deception carefully designed by Wen Yuanyu.
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After deciding to break up, Ran Qiu successfully played the first male lead in his life, but Wen Yuanyu lingered, and came to co-star in this romantic movie with him.
As the movie king, Wen Yuanyu frequently NGed those scenes of physical contact, acting jerky and affectionate.
When everyone thought that the actor was interested in Ran Qiu——
But Ran Qiu raised his eyes and sneered: “For the sake of money, is your play really good enough?”
Demining:
1. The offense and shou are not perfect, and the early shou is scum
2. Gong has an ex, Shou has an ex-boyfriend, Shou and his ex-boyfriend are 1
3. Not suitable for extreme attack and control
Husband-chasing crematorium/Main attack/Under the year/Shou is seven years older than Gong/Proud and unruly innocent milk dog Gong X Dignified and gentle scumbag actor Shou

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One-sentence introduction: Husband Chasing Crematorium
Conception: There is a bottom line and a career

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The salaryman who had a dream of becoming a CEO has finally succeeded.

However…

There was no one. No one was around to celebrate his success. Then on his first day of work, news of the death of a former colleague that he had laid off came. Additionally, his family left him, who was only concerned about the company.

The life he thought was right crumbled right in front of him. Where the heck did it all go wrong? Then, another opportunity came for Han Yoo-hyun, who had plunged down into despair.

This time, for sure. He was going to live properly. He was going to change it all with his whole being. The new life that Han Yoo-hyun was creating.

That valued life that will outshine any other is unfolding now!

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.