Qin Yubai could understand Yan Shuang's request.
Controlling his adoptive father's financial resources and preventing him from gambling is also a little awakening of Yan Shuang's endless tolerance for his adoptive father. He nodded casually.
The car became quiet again, Qin Yubai suddenly said: "Come here."
Yan Shuang ignored him, "One year is too long a contract, maybe three months."
Qin Yubai squinted his eyes, "Don't push yourself too hard."
Qin Yubai's indescribable plot is sixty-six days, allowing a little unexpected time plus other time spent on the plot, about three months is enough.
Compressing the construction period will greatly increase the average daily income!
"Calculate a hundred days from today," Yan Shuang said to himself, "It's fine if you don't agree, let me get off the car ahead, I'm here."
The driver slowed down and waited for his boss to order.
"Keep going."
The rare goods can be lived in, Qin Yubai knows that he is very passive now, fortunately no matter how passive he is, he is also the manipulator, and Yan Shuang is the one who is controlled.
A fake was really not worth that price in his mind.
It doesn't matter, Yan Shuang has already revealed that he cares about his adoptive father, and he wants to keep Yan Shuang, but it's not a matter of holding on.
Maybe within a month, he was already tired of the fake Yan Shuang, and he couldn't even get rid of Zhengchou.
Qin Yubai said nonchalantly: "There are other requirements, let's make it clear at once, don't raise the price on the bed."
The words were harsh and harsh, Yan Shuang's face was pale and his eyes were lowered, "It's gone."
Think about it.
As the night darkened, the vehicle drove towards the high-end hotel.
After the conversation just now, the two people in the car have already tacitly agreed.
Now that the terms have been negotiated, it's time to honor the contract.
Qin Yubai's exclusive presidential suite is on the top floor of the hotel.
The luxury of the suite made Yan Shuang once again dissatisfied with Qin Yubai's stinginess.
So rich, just give one million? Men can be scumbags, but they really shouldn't be picky!
Wei Yichen's efficiency was top-notch, and he re-drafted the contract for the two to sign. After signing, Wei Yichen voluntarily left and left the suite to the two parties who signed the contract.
Qin Yubai sat down on the curved Italian leather sofa, leaned on the sofa with his hands stretched out, and stared aggressively at Yan Shuang.
Like looking at a commodity.
The cold eyes are critically trying to find defects in the goods.
Unfortunately, this is an excellent product that hits his pain point directly.
With such a similar face, he couldn't find another one in the vast crowd.
Yan Shuang knew exactly what plot to follow.
After entering the Bookstore, Yan Shuang, whose integrity has already been shattered into scum, doesn't care at all, it's just a task, not to mention sex, this is not the type of plot he hates to go.
Since the core plot of this novel is indescribable, I believe Slag Gong's technique should not disappoint him.
Yan Shuang put down the canvas bag, and raised his hand to take off the whitish T-shirt. When he was about to take off his trousers, Qin Yubai called a stop. The package of the goods had to be unpacked by himself to be happy.
Qin Yubai got up and walked in front of Yan Shuang.
As a boy who has just grown up, Yan Shuang still retains the indistinguishable beauty of a teenager, and the jade carving on his exposed upper body is also flawless.
The skin is not pure white, but a healthy ivory color, perhaps because the skin is naturally thin, and the flow of blood seems to be unobstructed.
This body is fresh, beautiful, and full of vitality. He is suitable for doing any bright and upward things, not waiting for a man here...to possess him.
Qin Yubai took off Yan Shuang's glasses and threw them aside, and vigorously lifted the black hair on Yan Shuang's forehead with his big hands.
His flawless white face was exposed in his sight.
In fact, there are still some differences.
Qin Qing is the moon in the sky, cold and elusive, and Yan Shuang in front of her is the enchanting flower on the branch, which grows there and attracts people to pick it.
Where is the problem
Is it the plumper lips, the extra mole on the nose, or the light that seems so indifferent from his clear eyes
"Are you afraid?" Qin Yubai said in a low voice.
"Go up if you want," Yan Shuang said indifferently, "Don't talk so much nonsense."
In a hurry, thanks.
Qin Yubai's face twisted for a moment, "I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth."
Qin Yubai never thought of treating Yan Shuang tenderly.
This is his servant, and he can play as he pleases.
Qin Yubai pinched Yan Shuang's cheek fiercely.
That fair and beautiful face was covered with sweat, pale and fragile because of the pain, tears seeped into the hair from the corners of his eyes, he was a flower that had just opened, and was roughly broken off when it was still in bud, mercilessly Playing obscenely in the palm of your hand.
Yan Shuang's body did not disappoint Qin Yubai.
so gorgeous.
Also great.
Apart from blood, there is no need for any assistance.
The first time is always more destructive. If there is no blood, how can there be the joy of opening up a new body.
He was the first man to possess Yan Shuang, and he wanted Yan Shuang to remember this forever.
The snow-white sheets were dotted with blood, the jade-like body was wrapped in the sheets, the slender swan neck hung down fragilely, the red marks on the back of the neck were extremely glaring, the black hair covered most of the face, only the Delicate chin and bloodstained lips.
Qin Yubai did not kiss Yan Shuang.
He can fuck him, but never kiss him.
The wound on his mouth was Yan Shuang's own masterpiece.
Qin Yubai stood beside the bed, and he brushed away the black hair on Yan Shuang's face.
Yan Shuang was closing his eyes tightly, his body trembling slightly, as if he didn't want to face reality.
Qin Yubai sneered, he didn't mean to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, this was a deal they made, he deserved it, even if he played him to death, it was Yan Shuang's own fault.
Yan Shuang's bones were really hard, and he didn't even cry out.
Qin Yu played with Yan Shuang's injured lips with white fingers, "Why bother?"
In front of him, there is no need to have backbone, because Yan Shuang is not worthy at all.
Yan Shuang remained silent.
Qin Yubai did not disappoint him.
Life is really good!
Talented, simple and rude, except that the tricks are a bit monotonous, it is understandable, after all, these scumbags are all virgins.
My body has been set up to be too evil, and after blocking the pain, all that remains is the tingling sensation.
If Yan Shuang hadn't bit her lip tightly, Yan Shuang was really afraid that shouting too loudly would ruin the plot of this scene.
Seeing Yan Shuang biting his lip and trembling forbearance, Qin Yubai's body became hot again.
Yes, Yan Shuang was injured, but so what? He was just a tool he bought, and he didn't need to worry about Yan Shuang's feelings.
Qin Yubai picked up Yan Shuang who was wrapped in the sheet.
The night... is still long.
The battle continued until the next morning.
Qin Yubai originally had no plan to stay overnight.
It wasn't until dawn the next day that Qin Yubai suddenly realized that he had spent the night outside.
Yan Shuang's hair was disheveled, his face was rosy, and he looked extremely pitiful.
Especially the lips, in order not to make a sound, he bit too hard himself, there were some teeth marks on it, and the blood was mottled.
Qin Yubai struggled for a while, but still did not choose to show mercy.
When everything was over, Yan Shuang was already dying, and even his breathing slowed down.
Qin Yubai was exhausted for the time being, dressed neatly, buckled his watch strap, looked down at Yan Shuang who was like a broken flower, and said indifferently: "I will call you again if I need it later."
Yan's face was buried in the pillow, and his thin body was lying on the dark sheet, just like a thick and colorful oil painting, which was Qin Yubai's imprint on this body.
Qin Yubai's eyes smoothly slid over the marks left by him, palm prints, hickey marks, bruises, each of which was complaining to him of his loss of control and the pain of this body.
Is it too much? But this is just Qin Qing's substitute. If he is gentle, wouldn't he exalt this fake
The voice of the person buried in the pillow was shallow, "There are still ninety-nine days." The tone was flat and lazy.
Qin Yubai's face turned cold, he is fine, it seems that he is far from broken, "Don't worry, I will make the best use of everything."
Qin Yu left in vain.
It is very hard to close the door.
Yan Shuang was so shocked.
Yan Shuang raised his face from the pillow, and vomited the hair sticking to his lips. The advantage of shielding the pain is that there is no pain at all. The disadvantage is that even he himself does not know how much his body was ruined in the first night. awful.
No pain doesn't mean no injury.
Yan Shuang got up and went to the bathroom to check.
There is a mirror of equal height in the bathroom, reflecting Yan Shuang's body.
The background color of the skin was quite white, which reflected the horror of those marks even more strongly. The inner thigh was bright red. Yan Shuang touched it, not only the skin was rubbed red, but also faint blood stains.
Really used it thoroughly.
But fortunately, it looks like some skin trauma, nothing serious.
Yan Shuang filled a tub of water for himself, washed himself clean, and wrapped himself in a bathrobe to come out.
Standing in the suite, Wei Yichen froze when he saw Yan Shuang, who was wet and barefoot.
Probably because he didn't expect someone to come into the room. Yan Shuang's bathrobe was not tightly wrapped, and the belt was only loosely tied. The deep V bathrobe revealed a large white chest, and the hickey marks on the chest were heated The immersion of water becomes more and more vivid.
"What's the matter?" Yan Shuang said casually, he limped towards the bed and sat down unnaturally.
"Boss Qin asked me to deliver the check." Wei Yichen took out an envelope from his inner pocket and put it on the table.
"Oh, let it go," Yan Shuang turned his face away, shaking his wet hair, "Can I trouble you to buy me some ointment? I'm bleeding."
His tone was flat, and the bleeding in his mouth was as common as finger bleeding, but he and Wei Yichen both understood where the bleeding was.
Wei Yichen's throat tightened, and he said indifferently, "Wait a minute."
Wei Yichen called the service desk.
Soon, the service desk delivered an ointment.
Yan Shuang took the ointment and limped into the bathroom to apply the ointment to himself.
After taking the medicine, Wei Yichen was still there. Yan Shuang looked at him in surprise, his expression gradually changed from doubt to understanding, and he looked at Wei Yichen mockingly and frivolously.
"Boss Qin ordered me to take you back." Wei Yichen explained for himself before Yan Shuang said something strange.
Yan Shuang looked away, "Oh."
"The presidential suite should be in charge of the food, right?" Yan Shuang said.
Wei Yichen frowned, "What do you want to eat?"
Yan Shuang: "Porridge."
After a meal of whoring for nothing, Yan Shuang got dressed, packed the check, and carried his old canvas bag on his back. When he was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "Can I take those fruits away?"
There is a fruit plate on the table of the presidential suite, and the special fruits that are freshly airlifted in are changed every day. After they leave, these fruits that no one has eaten will be disposed of.
Wei Yichen couldn't see through Yan Shuang anymore.
He can use his body to make deals and bargain with people, threatening to ask for the highest price, sounding like a vain bitch, or he can look at him with clean eyes and ask him if he can take away the fruit that no one eats.
Pretentious
In front of him, it seemed unnecessary.
"what ever."
Yan Shuang carefully packed all the fruits in the canvas bag, "Let's go."
Wei Yichen drove Yan Shuang in another car, "Should we go to school or go home?"
Yan Shuang: "Go to the Star Welfare Institute."
Yan Shuang lived in the Xingxing Welfare Institute when he was a child. He was adopted by Yan Guofu and his wife until he was eight years old. His adoptive mother treated him well, and his adoptive father only treated him as a meal ticket issued by the government to adopt orphans. There is a monthly subsidy of 500 yuan, about one tenth of which can be used on Yan Shuang, which is not bad. After the death of the adoptive mother, the subsidy will completely go into the pocket of the adoptive father.
"Thank you." Yan Shuang thanked Wei Yichen politely, got out of the car and limped towards the gate of the Star Welfare Institute. The thin figure quickly disappeared from Wei Yichen's sight.
"President Qin, I have already sent him away... No, he didn't go home or go to school. He went to the Xingxing Welfare Institute."
"OK."
Wei Yichen got out of the car.
Qin Yubai wanted to know what Yan Shuang came to the orphanage for.
After leaving Wei Yichen's sight, Yan Shuang stopped pretending and walked like a dragon and a tiger.
"system."
"at your service."
"The anchor point for money collection is the Star Welfare Institute."
"Received, the money collection anchor point is set up. From now on, every money you put into the Star Welfare Institute will go into your background pension at the same time. I wish the employees a lot of money and get rich soon."
"thanks."
This is so eloquent.
The money collection anchor is the only remaining welfare means used by the bookstore to encourage employees.
Employees can put the original money collected in the world into the anchor point, which can only be generated by the plot line. It is stipulated that employees are not allowed to collect money forcibly in the world, so as to avoid the phenomenon of being addicted to making money and not following the plot at all.
The money entered into the anchor point can be used by the anchor point, and can also be collected by the anchor point to the real world. The two funds have different dimensions and do not interfere with each other. The only thing that is the same is the amount.
Money collection anchor points must not be set in any place that may generate profits, such as banks, foundations, and stock markets are illegal.
Generally speaking, welfare homes and charities are popular anchors.
At the same time, it has to not collapse.
For example, Yan Shuang’s role in some books is to lead villains, so he can’t do this. It is quite painful to find an anchor point for money collection every time.
This book is very nice, Yan Shuang was born in the Xingxing Welfare Institute.
Yan Shuang: The Smile of the White Lotus.jpg.
"one million?!"
The dean was shaking while holding the check, "Xiao Shuang, where did you get so much money?"
"I won the lottery ticket." Yan Shuang smiled.
Dean: "That's too much..."
Yan Shuang: "Not much. For the orphanage, one million can only do very little."
The dean was overwhelmed with emotion.
Yan Shuang has always been a good boy. After leaving the orphanage, he often gave money to the orphanage. Even if he saved a dime for lunch when he was young, Yan Shuang would donate a few dollars to the orphanage every year. Yan Shuang often works part-time. Most of the money he earns is given to Yan Guofu for gambling, and a small half is kept for himself as living expenses, and the rest is all given to the orphanage.
After the dean accepted the check, Yan Shuang thought about it, and was about to go to the Qin residence to play the plot. It seemed that he didn't need as much food expenses as nine hundred, and no matter how small a fly was, it was still meat.
"I still have five hundred here, Dean, you can take it too."
"How can this work? You silly boy, do you have to eat steamed buns to deal with it again? Look at how thin you are..."
"It's okay, Dean," Yan Shuang smiled warmly, "I'm happy to donate to the orphanage."
For retirement, rush!
In the distance, Wei Yichen looked at the boy and the dean with complicated expressions as they pushed and rejected the five hundred yuan back and forth.
In the end, the boy won. After putting the money in the dean's hand, he turned around and left, as if he hadn't been injured, and his steps were much lighter.
Yan Shuang, who was walking towards the entrance of the orphanage, saw Wei Yichen.
As if suddenly returning from a beautiful dream to a cruel reality, the moment the young man saw him, his face turned pale and he staggered again.
Wei Yichen subconsciously took a step forward, and when he realized that he was reaching out to help, it was too late to take it back, and his hot hand touched his palm.
His pale face was raised slightly, his eyes were still clean and clear, "Thank you."
"Why is it so hot?"
Wei Yichen squeezed Yan Shuang's hand, then looked at Yan Shuang's flushed face, "You have a fever."
"fine."
Anyway, he didn't feel the discomfort of having a fever, so Yan Shuang didn't care at all.
"Take me to the convenience store."
Wei Yichen's footsteps in the car stopped, and when he turned his head, Yan Shuang was twisting his body and carefully getting into the car.
"Are you still going to work?"
"Um."
Donate one million yuan from selling his body to an orphanage, dragging his feverish and injured body to work. This person is either a lunatic or an angel descended from the world.
Wei Yichen has always been an atheist.
He never believed in God, nor in angels.
The car bluetooth phone rings.
Wei Yichen pressed the call button in front of Yan Shuang without hesitation.
"What is that fake going to the orphanage for?"
The lazy and low-pitched male voice was clearly amplified from the car stereo, which was sexier and more impersonal than what Yan Shuang heard in person.
Wei Yichen calmly looked at the reaction of Yan Shuang, who was called a "fake", through the rearview mirror.
Yan Shuang's eyes were closed, her lips were broken, and there was no extra expression on her face.
Maybe he still thinks "fake" is just a common slur.
"Donation." Wei Yichen withdrew his gaze for a moment, "He gave the check to the orphanage."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for almost half a minute.
Sneering with sarcasm, "Is he out of his mind?"
Wei Yichen glanced at the rearview mirror, Yan Shuang was biting his lip, biting the slightly swollen lower lip between his teeth in embarrassment, grinding and rolling up and down.
It turned out that the injury on the lip came from this way.
Wei Yichen: "I'm taking Mr. Yan to the convenience store."
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and Qin Yubai's voice calmed down, almost coldly, "Send him to the hospital, don't let him die."
After speaking, the phone hung up.
"Mr. Yan, you heard me."
"I'm not going to the hospital," Yan Shuang opened his eyes, and accurately caught Wei Yichen's eyes behind the lens in the reflection of the rearview mirror, "I'm going to work in a convenience store, and I won't die, he's too tall Look at your level."
Wei Yichen said indifferently: "This is President Qin's order, Mr. Yan, I remind you not to forget your identity."
Yan Shuang: Heh, his identity, his identity is the grandfather of your beating worker!