For a moment, a question flashed through Wen Qiuxing's mind, has he been too nice to this alien lately
That's not quite his style...
Otherwise, people who knew him before wouldn't always say that Brother Wen is good at everything, but he's a little too gentle.
Simply put, there is no soft side, and I live like a troll.
It's quite apt.
Wen Qiuxing thought to himself, Will really had some shit luck, and he didn't meet him when he was a troll.
As a person who can use his hands but try not to use his brain, Wen Qiuxing just lamented his unknown side, and then put these things behind him.
"Hello." The young man patted Feng Ting's arm: "Do you think I'm pregnant now? Do you want to have a check?"
It's been days, he thought.
This question successfully pulled the shy man back, looked at him seriously and shook his head: "There will be a prompt on the terminal, no need to check."
Wen Qiuxing froze for a moment, then thought about it, this black-tech terminal can even detect the validity of life between husband and wife, presumably checking for a pregnancy is just a trivial matter.
"Oh..." The young man turned his head to look at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and suddenly saw the lighthouse in the distance, towering into the clouds and very atmospheric, just like a scene in a movie.
"Do you want to go there to play?" Wil's gentle dripping voice came from next to his ear.
"Is it possible?" Wen Qiuxing naturally thought, he has an inexplicable interest in buildings.
Not to mention, I dreamed of being an architect when I was a child, but unfortunately my qualifications were limited, so I ended up going to a third-rate shit school.
He is majoring in foreign languages, so he can do well with his own efforts. Even the teacher said that he will do well in the future.
The former Wen Qiuxing really felt that he was quite extraordinary, good-looking, quick-witted, and courageous enough.
After entering the society, they can make some tricks.
It was only later that I found out that he really had a strange skeleton, and that he encountered such a miraculous thing as crossing at a young age, and he wasted more than 100 years of life.
Tsk, think about it this way, if you don't cherish this dog's life, you will be sorry for the opportunity God gave him.
"En." Feng Ting nodded.
"Then go again during the day." The young man who suddenly felt that life is precious, grinned at Mr. Alien: "Are you interested in negotiating a business with a unit of 100 million?"
Feng Ting was stunned: "What...?"
He knows best how many credit points the little friend has in his hands, and the total sum is not 100 million...
Feng Ting couldn't help thinking about it again, could it be that the child disliked his lack of earning ability
The man pursed his lips.
But he is already negotiating with Elliot. If he successfully obtains the mining rights of the vein, he will fight for 30% of the shares for the little friend.
This 30% stake is enough for children to live a life of clothing and food in the future.
"Don't you know?" Wen Qiuxing leaned on the pillar next to him, and said casually, "There are hundreds of millions of sperm in a man's bullet."
Feng Ting opened his eyes, then lowered his head, put his fist against his lips, and smiled softly.
Under the pure and fresh beige curtain, this man looks as good as an oil painting.
"Okay." Feng Ting said.
"Why are you ashamed?" Wen Qiuxing vomited blood in his heart.
"No." Feng Ting stood up from the armrest of the sofa, the soft pajamas fluttered slightly due to his behavior.
Wen Qiuxing first felt that the other party kissed his forehead, and then he was hugged easily...
"I'm very happy." Feng Ting walked towards the bedroom with a face full of joy.
"I..." Wen Qiuxing didn't know what to think, and swallowed the words abruptly.
Maybe it's because I feel that my rough self is out of place here!
Then I found that there was a huge difference between myself and Will!
Wen Qiuxing didn't intend to get closer to the other party, but subconsciously he still chose to follow the Romans.
Anyway, it's not difficult...
It's not that he can't be elegant and gentle, if he really wants to pretend, these aliens will surely fall through his glasses.
"It's okay." The light was not turned on in the room, and a low male voice came from the darkness, followed by a wet touch on Wen Qiuxing's lips.
After so many negative distance contacts, Wen Qiuxing has been able to respond without any psychological burden, and even responds with ease, taking the initiative in this verbal battle at once.
"What doesn't matter?" The earthlings teased the contradictory alien innocent man with their boldness and boldness.
"I don't mind the way you speak." Feng Ting said.
"Oh, but I don't mind." Wen Qiuxing said, "It's not good to be taught by children."
Feng Ting's breathing was unsteady, and he couldn't find a space to speak after that.
kid
The eyes of the man who was so irritated by these words dimmed, and he wanted it so much that he was going crazy.
But that was too difficult. As a cursed royal family, it was even more difficult for the men of the Feng family to have children.
In a month's time, that is simply impossible.
Feng Ting knew it from the very beginning, but he chose to deceive himself.
Like an ostrich, bury your head in the sand and think you're completely hidden.
Along with deceiving yourself comes the burden of guilt for hiding the truth.
So he was really uncomfortable.
It feels like the joy of being with a child is stolen.
Yet time flies by.
It was almost too late for Feng Ting to catch him.
Another crazy night.
The process of stalking made Feng Ting feel that he and his little friend had become one and could not be separated.
But in fact, the satisfied child will kick him away because of his weight, without showing any mercy.
Even so, Feng Ting was still in a good mood.
Too good to be true.
"Are you thirsty?" He rubbed against the sprawled young man: "Qiuqiu, do you want warm water or milk?"
Wen Qiuxing was too tired to think about the problem, but he was still in the mood to tease the man: "Primary school students make choices."
Feng Ting was thoughtful: "Okay, I'll bring it to you."
After a while, Feng Ting really brought a glass of milk and a glass of warm water.
The young man took the warm water away: "You drink milk."
Feng Ting was holding the milk, his eyes were shining with stars.
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly by the sea, shining into the small building through the thick and suitable curtains.
Wen Qiuxing stood in front of the mirror sleepily, staring casually at the mirror, where the tall man dressed him disheveledly.
Because it's a suit.
The well-fitting suit outlines the slender and smooth waist of the young man. From the shoulders to the ankles, the lines are full of youthful youthfulness.
But between the young man's brows and eyes, there is a faint charm that contradicts with youthfulness.
It comes out naturally when he is silent and quiet.
But when the whole face became lively, only the vigor and liveliness of the young people remained.
"Tsk, what are you doing in such flamboyant clothes?" Wen Qiuxing looked at himself in the mirror. His legs were long enough and his ass was good enough. He was so flirtatious that he almost didn't recognize himself.
Feng Ting buttoned up the last button for the little friend, looked in the mirror, was also slightly dazed, and then had the urge to ask the little friend to change out of this suit.
He had known for a long time that the young man was good-looking, but he didn't expect that it would be so conspicuous after careful tidying up.
"It's beautiful." Feng Ting suppressed his inner jealousy, bowed his head and kissed the child's ear.
"It's okay." Wen Qiuxing raised his legs and found that although the pants were close to the body, it was not inconvenient to move around.
But Will hasn't told him why he's dressed so formally.
"To visit the princess." Feng Ting said.
"Princess?" Wen Qiuxing raised his eyebrows.
"Hmm." The man lifted his shirt, showing a strong figure: "Earl Elliot's great-grandmother, who came from the royal family, is 140 years old this year."
The name is Kou Yin, a legendary woman.
This princess of the empire swept the entire empire when she was young, and countless men fought for her.
But she herself is an iron-blooded and strong woman, who once set off for her father and made great achievements in battle.
This powerful princess later led the Elliot family away from the political center, and almost never set foot in the royal city again.
Perhaps something unknown happened that caused a gap between her and the royal family.
But no matter what, this delicate relationship is very beneficial to Feng Ting
Compared with handing over his little friend to Elliot, Feng Ting hopes that his little friend can get the protection of Princess Kouyin.
"Oh?" At one hundred and forty years old, Wen Qiu woke up and said, "Then what should I call her?"
"His Royal Highness..." Feng Ting said.
According to his real identity, the child should call Princess Coin as his great aunt just like him, but according to Will's identity, he can only respectfully call Her Royal Highness the Princess.
"... Really magical." Wen Qiuxing stroked his chin.
Seeing Will's back covered with his own scratches, his eyes lit up suddenly, he bent down and laughed with his belly in his arms.
Feng Ting didn't know what the young man was laughing at at first, until he turned his head to follow the other party's gaze, and saw a tooth mark pinned to his waist, and he was extremely arrogant.
The elegant aristocratic man tightened his throat, and quickly put on his shirt and coat.
"Let me help you tie your tie." The young man suddenly approached him.
"Thank you." Feng Ting swallowed his Adam's apple.
"What color do you like?" Wen Qiuxing looked at him.
"I..." Feng Ting opened his mouth, but did not give an answer for a long time.
"Blue?" Wen Qiuxing picked out one of the many ties, held it to Will's chest for comparison, and said to himself, "Will it look better with your eyes?"
Feng Ting was very fond of these words of love, and looked at the little friend with soft eyes that could almost drown people: "You make the decision."
The man thought to himself, even if the young man in front of him wanted to strangle him to death with this tie, he would not be able to refuse.
"Oh, I think this one is pretty good." Wen Qiuxing said, "I'll tie it on for you."
However, the way he tied his tie was not refined at all, instead it was a bit open and closed. Simply put, it was rough.
How could Feng Ting pay attention to these, his eyes were focused on the child's focused face the whole time.
And the pair of clumsy hands under his jaw always accidentally touched his Adam's apple...
"Ah, that's it." Wen Qiuxing looked around, but it wasn't as good as Will's.
But he no longer had the patience to continue tidying up, so he just patted Will on the chest.
"Okay." Feng Ting looked at the undelicate tie knot, very happy, and walked out with it.
"Good morning, Mr. Will, Mr. Wen." Bruce appeared at the door of the small building mysteriously: "The earl is drinking tea in the garden, do you two want to go over and join the earl?"
"Morning, Bruce." Wen Qiuxing said.
As for what time it is, he doesn't care.
"En." Feng Ting nodded: "Please lead the way."
"You are too polite." Bruce bowed slightly, and then inadvertently saw the ties of the two gentlemen, one was very delicately tied, the other was not satisfactory.
After thinking about it for a while, Bruce seemed to know something, and then smiled very gently.
At the same time, I sighed in my heart, when will the Earl of their family have a loving companion
"You're going to visit great-grandmother?"
I met Elio under the sun umbrella in the garden. When Elio heard that they were going to visit his great-grandmother, he coldly refused: "It's not necessary."
The atmosphere froze again.
Bruce, who was standing beside him smiling, explained at the right time: "The earl means that you are welcome, Your Royal Highness, she likes to be quiet."
Or she doesn't like socializing with outsiders.
Everyone knew the temper of the Earl's great-grandmother. She was iron-blooded and cold-blooded.
"Then forget it." Feng Ting didn't force it, anyway, he would always see him: "Elio, let's talk about yesterday's problem."
Hearing this, the young man next to him immediately said: "Then talk about it, I will walk around by myself."
After being confined indoors for half a month, Wen Qiuxing was almost bored. Now that he came to this big manor, he already had the idea of exploring in his heart.
It was impossible for him to keep hanging around Will and listening to them talk about things he didn't understand.
However, the consent of the owner of the manor is still required: "Count Elliot, is it okay?"
Elliot, who was named, was slightly stunned, glanced at the bright peach blossom eyes of the black-haired youth, and nodded coldly.
"Thank you." Wen Qiuxing saluted decently, but his brows and eyes were full of confidence, without any hint of humility.
"Qiuqiu." Feng Ting reluctantly held Wen Qiuxing's hand.
"You guys talk about business, come to me after you have a good talk." Wen Qiuxing tore Will's finger, but was quickly held back again.
Oh shit.
Facing the pitiful eyes of the alien man, Wen Qiuxing was silent for two seconds, then raised his head and licked his cheek.
"Be careful, contact me anytime." Feng Ting also kissed his face back.
"En." Wen Qiuxing responded, then turned around and left in a cool manner.
Brisk steps and back, like a bird flying out of the cage.
Very energetic and vital.
"Mr. Wen is really a special person." Bruce's emotion drew everyone's attention back.
"Let's talk upstairs," Elio said.
"Okay." Feng Ting glanced at the direction where the little friend left, and said to Bruce, "Help me take care of him."
"Follow your order." Bruce bowed his head, and after the two left, he went to find that special Mr. Wen himself.
But it's very strange, in the blink of an eye, that Mr. Wen jumped to nowhere...
Bruce couldn't find it.
When Bruce mobilized several servants to search for someone with him, Wen Qiuxing walked far away and heard the movement in the depths of the manor.
I have to say that this manor is really big enough. When ordinary people walk into this place, they will probably be intimidated by the vastness of the place.
Kewen Qiuxing, an Inner Mongolian who grew up on the grasslands: "..."
than vast!
than silence!
There is nothing like Inner Mongolia!
It is simply boundless!
In a radius of dozens of miles, there is not a single ghost!
In addition to grasslands or grasslands!
Shake WeChat, you can't shake people there!
If you want to find a neighbor to play with, you can only find relatives who get together!
So these are really just trivial things.
So be it.
The movement that attracted Wen Qiuxing was not an ordinary movement, but a movement that he had been familiar with since he was a child.
He heard someone riding a horse.
Taking a closer look, a heroic, brunette beauty with white skin and long legs was galloping on horseback on the huge horse farm.
She looks to be in her early forties, her figure is well maintained, she wears elegant clothes and riding boots, and she looks very iron-blooded, as if she is not just a noble lady raised in a deep boudoir.
The princess of the empire, who once led the imperial army on an expedition, had keen senses, and had already noticed a stranger invading on horseback, but she just glanced at it, and she couldn't arouse any interest in guarding against it.
Princess Kouyin knew exactly what happened in the manor.
She knew that there were two strange guests in the manor yesterday, and this young man who wandered around was probably one of them.
What's more, the young man's footsteps towards the racecourse were not obedient, and he sounded like an ordinary person without fighting power.
…Student Wen, who was regarded as a hot chicken, leaned on the railing of the racecourse, and whistled to the jujube horse running inside.
By the way, he took out a snack he had hidden from his pocket, and peeled it off with a smirk.
"Come on, little red date."
The jujube horse, which was getting closer, snorted happily.
When Princess Kouyin found out that the jujube horse under her crotch responded to the young man's whistle and galloped towards him, her expression was very ugly.
"This is sugar-free mung bean cake, which can be eaten by horses." Wen Qiuxing explained while looking at the Lengyan lady on the horseback: "Hi, your equestrian skills are quite good."
It was far away just now, and Princess Kouyin didn't see the appearance of the young man clearly, but now she took a condescending glance and found that he was a young man with a handsome appearance.
Fair and black skin, high nose bridge, thin rose-colored lips, and a pair of brilliant peach blossom eyes.
Coupled with the reckless behavior and rebellious temperament, everything indicates that this is not a well-behaved young man.
"Do you know who I am?" Princess Kouyin looked at him.
"Earl Elliot's family?" Wen Qiuxing said, and peeled another piece of mung bean cake for Xiaohongzao, which was the only piece left in his pocket.
Princess Kouyin snorted coldly, remembering that many years ago, the reputation of the Elio family was far below hers, but now both her name and the name of the Elio family have become history.
"Don't be so reckless next time, kid." After finishing speaking, Kou Yin waved her ferocious horsewhip in the air, making a scalp-numbing bang.
Wen Qiuxing shrugged his shoulders, feeling nothing in his heart.
But this is a world with distinct classes, he had to bow down and apologize: "I offended you, I'm sorry."
It's very boring, the earthlings curled their lips and wanted to leave after saluting.
"It seems that you don't take me very seriously." Kou Yin didn't miss the dissatisfaction in the young man's eyes, and got excited: "Since you like horses so much, why don't you compete with me next time."
Wen Qiuxing stopped lazily: "What did you say?"
"Horse racing, what's the matter? Don't you?" Kou Yin saw that this prickly young man was not pleasing to the eye, and was about to hit him with a few words, when he heard the other party smile and ask, "Horse racing?"
"If you can." Kou Yin tugged at the corners of her delicate lips.
That kind of lofty and aggressive aura, I have to say, really makes people on earth very angry.
"I will." Wen Qiuxing tossed two words to the old aunt.
"That's good." Kou Yin snorted.
After all, horse racing is a relatively ancient competitive activity, and young people today probably have completely lost their horse riding skills.
"Paul." Coin said to the young man who came to stand by, "Take this man to the stable to pick up horses."
"Okay." Paul nodded, and then looked warily at the boy who appeared out of nowhere.
Because he is Her Royal Highness's favorite concubine recently, he is very afraid that someone will steal Her Highness's attention.
And this kid with good conditions seems to have aroused the interest of Her Royal Highness.
He is very upset.
Why are the young people nowadays lazy and vain one by one, and they try their best to get in front of His Royal Highness with their heads sharpened.
"Do you regret it, little baby?" Kou Yin raised her red lips and smiled, but said without a smile in her eyes: "Then get under my horse's crotch, and I will forgive your rudeness."
"How could it be?" Wen Qiuxing looked up at the old aunt, clenched his hands tightly in his pockets, gritted his teeth and thought: Comparing riding horses with Inner Mongolians, it's very good! I heard Qiu Xing respect you for being a man!