Sure enough, the result of returning to his home with He Yu was—
Xie Qingcheng was unable to leave the whole night of He Yu's birthday.
Twenty-year-old He Yu seemed to feel that he was finally able to shake off the humiliation that Xie Qingcheng had previously said that he was "a minor in ancient times", and repeatedly entangled with Xie Qingcheng, doing everything possible.
Even if He Jiwei came back halfway, and said a few words to He Yu at the door of the bedroom, he could not interrupt He Yu's Yaxing, but made him even more excited, forcing Xie Qingcheng to do more.
Xie Qingcheng felt that this bastard He Yu was simply not a human being. He was knocked out by He Yu twice in the middle. When he woke up, he still saw He Yu's blurred expression. The passion continued for the whole night, except for the necessary rest. Besides, He Yu never stopped his arrogance.
The two did not wake up from their sleep until the next afternoon.
When Xie Qing was awake, he found that He Yuzheng was looking at him seriously.
"Brother... good morning."
"... What time is it?" His voice was hoarse.
He Yu's face turned a little red, and he whispered: "... It's already... It's almost two in the afternoon... "
Xie Qingcheng was lying on the bed, his long eyelashes trembled lightly. After a long time, he slowly regained his senses. His mood was a little complicated.
Fortunately, he is not used to being surprised, his temper is cold, and no matter how distracted he is when he is doing it, he can quickly find himself after he is done.
He sighed, did not speak, stretched out his slender, white-textured hand, wanting to touch a cigarette from the pocket of his clothes left by the bedside.
He Yu stopped him.
This bastard is quite wild on the bed, and he says all kinds of rubbish. This time he has bullied people completely, so he knows he's embarrassed, and his tone is almost coaxing: "Don't smoke, it's not good for your health."
Xie Qingcheng was so tempered by him that he looked at him coldly: "Will you treat my body like this?"
He Yu knew that he was wrong and did not reply.
After thinking for a while, he whispered, "Brother, let me press your waist."
"… "
He promoted himself again: "It's very comfortable."
Xie Qing felt uncomfortable when he heard the word "comfortable" coming out of He Yu's mouth. He ignored him. The most appropriate way to please such a big dog who got into trouble is to ignore him. If he ignores him, his tail will stand up, and then there will be no end.
Since Xie Qingcheng ignored him, He Yu made his own decision and carefully pressed his waist.
He Yu didn't use much energy, but he found the exact position, massaged from the waist to the thigh, and then to the calf.
He had read a Japanese romantic novel "Chunqin Copy" before, telling the story of a pair of lovers who are also master and disciple, master and servant. In the story, the male apprentice once put the master's feet on his own in order to keep the master warm. The hot chest, so that the master feels comfortable.
At that time, when He Yu watched this passage, although he could understand the morbid sense of infatuation, he didn't think there was anything heart-wrenching about it. But he was pressing it now, and suddenly he was stunned. He completely understood how the protagonist was deeply in love with a person at that time. He couldn't help rubbing Xie Qing's pale feet with faint blue veins, Gently press and knead in the heart.
Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes slightly, looked at him, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Have you studied?"
He Yu lowered his eyelashes
Mao, rubbing the meridians on the back of his feet little by little, made a low hum.
"Why learn this?"
"When I was in Yijia Village, I felt so cold on your body. So I learned a little when I had nothing to do. It is very effective in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."
"..." Xie Qing was quiet for a while.
He wanted to tell He Yu that after listening to the opera, the relationship between them was fruitless and should not continue.
But I didn't expect to meet He Yu's twentieth birthday.
Never thought this would happen after that.
Xie Qing appeared to be listening to He Yu's words, and then watching him rubbing his sore acupuncture points so gently, in this quiet afternoon, those words still could not be uttered.
He is a very decisive person. After making up his mind, he is also very hard-hearted. I don't know why the knife is here with He Yu, but he is more and more hesitant.
It's not like him, but he really can't bear it gradually.
Like poisoning.
It happened to be Saturday. The two of them rested in bed for a while, then took a shower and washed up. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.
He Yu went out and looked around. He Jiwei guessed that there was something wrong with the company and he had already left home. There were gifts and greeting cards on the table. The sound insulation of this villa is very good. He Yu knew that He Jiwei obviously didn't hear what happened last night, and thought he had brought a female companion home for the night.
How did he expect that the person on He Yu's bed last night would be Xie Qingcheng
Not to mention He Jiwei, everyone who is familiar with He Yu will not think that He Yu can get together with a man in his thirties.
And all those who are familiar with Xie Qingcheng can't imagine that Dr. Xie is so strong, so cold, and his eyes are blurred and his voice is hoarse on the bed of a male student who is still reading...
After He Yu's investigation, when he returned to the room, Xie Qingcheng was looking at the lawn outside by the window.
That was where he and He Yu first met.
It was also late spring and early summer. At that time, he was walking along the corridor with a bouquet of Endless Summer. The veil on the bouquet was blown off. One of the children playing in the distance picked up the veil and handed it to him. he.
At that time, he was so good, such a small child, who only reached his waist. Who would have thought that he would be with him in the future...
"Thank you brother."
He Yu came in, interrupting his thoughts.
"Let's go have a meal together."
Afraid that he would refuse, I added another sentence.
"No one accompanies me to eat a cake."
Xie Qingcheng thought about it, forget it, he, a big man and a 20-year-old kid, caressed about some sexual matters, and he did it anyway.
He seemed to be giving up on himself, but also seemed not to care, and said, "Okay. I invite you."
The two of them got out of He Yu's exclusive elevator, and no one saw them during the process. When He Yu and Xie Qing presented the rental, they began to ponder, and they felt that something was not right. After such a thing, it is not always the man who takes his wife to eat something good, buy things, and make his wife happy. Is it right
Why did he get Xie Qingcheng for one night, and Xie Qingcheng was the one who paid the bill in the end
But Brother Xie kept leaning on the seat and didn't speak, and turned his face to look at the fleeting street lights outside, as if he had something on his mind, not particularly happy. He Yu thought about it and felt that he was still
It's better not to talk, just in case you mess with him.
Although Xie Qingcheng didn't turn his face and don't recognize people after putting on pants like the previous few times, He Yu has some PTSD. He was worried that Xie Qingcheng was just obstructing his birthday, so he reluctantly lowered his honor. People like his uncle who accompany him on the ground, basically eat soft and not hard, He Yu has figured out some ways in the blood.
Xie Qingcheng asked the master to open a hot pot restaurant.
This hot pot restaurant is mostly young people, and it seems to be some kind of Internet celebrity restaurant. When it first opened, the ox lined up for more than 100 yuan per number.
The two of them came early and didn't wait much. When they were seated, Xie Qingcheng swiped a code with his mobile phone, threw it to He Yu, and said lightly, "Come on, just order it."
"… "
It feels weird.
This kind of hard work has been working hard for a day and a night, and after the work is done, it is done by my own woman or by my own woman.
That's called a small, white, face.
Xiaobailian He Yu insisted not to admit that he was Xiaobailian.
But he still dared not speak.
Under the calm gaze of the "gold master", he honestly picked up the "gold master"'s mobile phone, ordered a few dishes that seemed okay, and then obediently handed the phone back to Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng: "It's over?"
"I don't eat hot pot very often, brother, look at it."
Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly: "I don't eat often either."
"Then why did you—"
"Xie Xue likes it." Xie Qing said, "She comes here often. I thought all of you young people like this."
He Yu suddenly felt that he had a play.
Xie Qingcheng invited him to dinner last time, what was it? The middle-aged and elderly vegetarian restaurant! The vegetables in one water are clear and cold, and they feel like they can immediately escape into the empty door after eating.
Brother was rinsing him that time, silently admonishing him how far apart they are and how inappropriate they are to be together.
This time, Xie Qingcheng will think about the problem from the perspective of young people.
Although what he thought was wrong, He Yu was a weirdo among young people. In fact, he didn't like to eat hot pot with steaming sleeves and chopsticks, but He Yu still felt warm.
He said to Xie Qingcheng, "I'll eat anything with you."
Xie Qingcheng thought indifferently, that was not what you said when I took you to a vegetarian restaurant last time.
He ordered many more dishes for He Yu, and even ordered him the jelly bunny recommended in the children's meal. The plates were served quickly. The hot pot was lively and gorgeous, with meat on ice, top-quality snowflake beef, white and tender fat, crimson blood, and the hot pot was placed in the pot and quickly curled up in the boiling water. , scalded, the aroma and oil are released together, the color and aroma are intense, like a joyous orgasm.
Raw fish, raw meat.
Cut with the knife, let anyone pick it up.
No wonder young men and women love to eat it.
Xie Qingcheng also seemed to order a plate of oysters. When the plump and tender oyster meat was served on the plate, He Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling more subtle.
I heard that the rich woman will give the man oysters to make up for it after she supports the man to overindulge. Could it be that Xie Qingcheng wants him to make persistent efforts...
After a few seconds, He Yu knew that he was thinking too much.
Xie Qingcheng called the waiter: "This dish is wrong.
"
The waiter hurriedly placed the order, bowed repeatedly in apology, and said, "Then this plate should be given to the two gentlemen."
With that said, he backed off.
After a while, the waiter hurriedly brought another plate of fresh and plump oysters to Xie Qingcheng's table opposite them. That table was indeed sitting with a low V hanging skirt with plump/tender/fat/buttocks. The rich woman in front of her is a handsome young man who looks like a college student.
The rich woman took a chopstick of raw oysters, and the oyster meat trembled between the chopsticks, a living desire/desire.
The woman smiled charmingly, her eyes were like silk, and she diligently put the dishes into each other's bowls, raw, fishy, sweet, and spicy. She dotes on her boy very much: "Eat more sweetheart, there is so much work to do at night~"
He Yu: "… "
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He Yu saw Xie Qing's expression calm, and hurriedly washed other dishes for him: "Brother, you eat this. What kind of oysters are you eating, waiter, hurry up and serve them. These oysters are not fresh at first glance."
Besides, he was only twenty years old, and he hadn't slept until Xie Qingcheng for so long.
Not to mention one day and one night, he does not need to make up for three days and three nights.
At the end of the meal, Xie Qingcheng ordered a portion of longevity noodles, put it into the hot pot, and then fished it out for He Yu, put some pepper, pork belly and chicken soup in the mandarin duck pot, and pushed it to He Yu.
"This has to be eaten. The 20th birthday is a whole day, and longevity noodles are indispensable."
He Yu held the bowl and looked at him for a while: "Xie Qingcheng..."
Xie Qingcheng: "Don't say anything nasty."
He Yu then gently rubbed his leg under the corner of the table.
Xie Qingcheng frowned and was about to avoid it when He Yu held his wrist again on the table. The pale tattoo was like a bracelet, and He Yu's hand wrapped around it.
Under the cover of the snow-white tablecloth, no one saw the young man's legs gently rubbing against the man's, like a dragon entwining and mating. First five touches, then a pause, two more touches, and one last touch.
Even when He Yu was gentle, there was a bit of ruffian in his smile: "Do you know what I mean?"
Xie Qingcheng broke his wrist from his palm.
He picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of the beer wine calmly.
The red wine moistened his lips, and the lips that had always been bloody were moistened to a bright red. He leaned back a bit, feeling that he didn't need to act stupid, and he wasn't afraid of He Yu, so he said lightly, "You're already twenty years old, and you still like to play this kind of junior high school trick."
He was very imposing, but he was just beaten by a young man for a night last night. He was shivering all over the bed where He Yu had slept since he was six or seven years old. The enthusiasm of a boy, if he were a woman, he would be pregnant. His voice yesterday was so hoarse and low, so nice. Now that this mouth speaks like this, there is a bit of majesty in He Yu's eyes.
He Yu only felt that his throat was a little dry, as if he had eaten too much hot pot.
While staring at Xie Qingcheng in fascination, He Yu's phone suddenly rang.
As soon as it was connected, when the mother asked on the phone:
"He Yu, where are you? Who are you with?"
He Yu glanced at Doctor Xie across the table, teasing his heart.
"I'm sick."
Lu Zhishu was really startled: "See a doctor
Are you feeling sick again? "
"No, just... massage spa... physiotherapy."
Only then did Lu Zhishu breathe a sigh of relief: "I thought... Hey, it's fine, my mother's flight was delayed yesterday, and I couldn't come back in time. You didn't answer the phone when I called you, and I didn't get to celebrate your birthday with you. Don't be angry."
He Yu smiled and said sincerely, "How come."
"Where are you? I just got home, and I asked the driver to pick you up. Mom has prepared for you—"
"I have something to do tonight, so I won't go back for now." He Yu interrupted Lu Zhishu, "Mom, you are busy with your work, I will hang up first."
"Hello?... Hello?"
Lu Zhishu stood in the villa, clutching his mobile phone, in front of the service staff who were busy setting up the birthday party. She was angry and puzzled. After a while, she went to ask the housekeeper, "Where did He Yu go today? When did you go out? Is there any on the surveillance?"
"Madam, you know that the eldest young master has his own elevators and passages, and he is so good at computers that he never allows surveillance to cover his own range, so..."
Lu Zhishu stomped his feet in anger, turned and went to the basement, wanting to go to their school to see if that fox girl Xie Xue was with her son.
She couldn't wait, and while dialing the driver's number and asking someone to come and drive, she was already walking towards the Cullinan that she used the most.
As soon as she opened the car door, she was stupid.
The back of the car is a mess, with ties, tissues, and…
Lu Zhishu's eyes widened in disbelief, his face was blue and white, indicating that the impulsive and intense affair that happened not long ago was the sleeve thrown on the leather back seat! !
It was used, but nothing was left in it.
Lu Zhishu could think of it at once, this is because He Yu felt that it was not good enough after using half of it, so he picked it up again, and just…
Her face changed greatly.
How could He Yu and Xie Xue achieve this? ... absurd! He, he is really going too far, isn't he afraid of making that woman's belly bigger