Qiao Yang was exhausted, and lay loosely in Gu Ye's arms, not wanting to move.
But I also thought that Gu Ye was very patient and skillful with him twice. He can't always take care of himself, regardless of his boyfriend.
Hearing Gu Ye's question, I felt a little more relaxed, because Gu Ye's time was really too long.
He happily drilled into the man's arms, rubbed his face against the man's chest, and asked lazily, "What method?"
But he had no idea how attractive he looked now.
The long and fair body still bears the imprints on Gu Ye, the reddish face, the slightly closed eyes, and the moist lips, all clinging to his body, with a sullen and sloppy look.
Gu Ye let out a long breath. The hand behind the person moved down and slipped easily into the warm and pliable gap when the person was all slack.
Joe Yang: ? !
He immediately woke up, looked up at Gu Ye, with surprise and doubt in his eyes.
He instinctively blocked Gu Ye's hand and asked, "Do, what?"
But Gu Ye suddenly became stronger, and his hand was slightly harder.
Qiao Yang wanted to hide.
Gu Ye lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "... listen to me, don't be afraid."
His voice was low and heavy, and the exhalation between Qiao Yang's forehead was hot and long.
From his imagination, he knew that Gu Ye was holding back something strong, perhaps more than he could bear.
Qiao Yang suddenly panicked.
He knew when he was wrapped into his arms by Gu Ye's powerful arms just now, when he was restrained and unable to break free when he was in love, and when he helped Gu Ye.
He is not on the same level as Gu Ye.
It's like when males and males compete physically, physiologically, and in the most primitive way, Qiao Yang is the one who chooses to retreat to protect himself.
He avoided the movement but was grabbed by Gu Ye and turned his body around, from hugging each other to leaning back against Gu Ye's arms.
His body was stiff and he wanted to flee forward, but was tightly surrounded by Gu Ye.
Qiao Yang felt how hot the gas from his breath was, and even more felt the stiffness and temperature of a soldering iron sticking between his legs.
Gu Ye buried his face in his shoulder and shouted: "... Qiao Yang."
The sound is like a lead-colored dark cloud pressing down on the environment, but it carries a strong emotion, a lingering desire, and it is like the silence before a volcano is on the verge of eruption.
The strong and huge energy made people tremble uncontrollably.
Like a panic in the face of the unknown, Qiao Yang's eyes widened slightly, his hands clenched into fists and placed in front of him at a loss.
Gu Ye wrapped his arms around him again, caressed his body, kissed his hair, and comforted softly: "It's okay, it's okay..."
Qiao Yang didn't know when he fell asleep, but in a daze, he remembered that Gu Ye had to hug him to take a shower.
He was so sleepy that he didn't want to move at all. He was held by Gu Ye on his lap like a giant baby to wash away the stickiness, and then wrapped him in a bath towel and placed him on the sofa.
Before his eyes were completely closed, he vaguely saw Gu Ye busy changing the sheets, and he sighed in his heart: He is also a man, how can Gu Ye be so energetic.
When he woke up again, he was huddled in the fluffy and warm blanket, just like an ordinary morning when he was lazy and didn't want to get up.
And last night's happy sinking was like a dream, unreal.
He moved his legs and felt a little rubbing against his skin before he was convinced that something had really happened.
He turned his head and looked at Gu Ye, who was lying on the pillow and the cold blanket, and frowned slightly.
The person who was so intense and enthusiastic last night was nowhere to be seen when he opened his eyes. It was as if he thought it was the Babao Duck he liked to eat, but when he opened his belly, he was disappointed that there was nothing in it.
He sat up and looked down to see a new set of clothes stacked beside the pillow. I don't know if Gu Ye found it for him, or Liu Wen came in and prepared it for him.
He coughed, his throat dry and uncomfortable. Just as he was about to call Liu Wen, he saw a bottle of pure water on the bedside table with a note underneath.
baby:
I have a video conference from 9:30-11:00, and I will come over when it is over.
--- Gu Ye.
baby
Qiao Yang's face was slightly hot.
He still remembered how Gu Ye looked like a trapped beast and crashed into the cage crazily last night, and even his breathing sounded like a muffled growl.
He kept shouting this word in his mouth, and it also had the meaning of dependence, petting, and cherishing, which made him feel a little sense of security.
Gu Ye is really scary.
Qiao Yang was even more thirsty.
He unscrewed the water bottle and filled a small half bottle, put on his clothes and jumped out of bed to wash.
Liu Wen, who had been guarding outside, heard the movement and quickly knocked on the door and asked, "Young Master Qiao, are you awake? Can I come in?"
Qiao Yang walked over to open the door for him, and said to him, "If you want to come in, come in, what else do you ask?"
As his personal assistant, Liu Wen can indeed enter his room in order to take care of him.
"But… "
He explained embarrassingly: "President Gu... Don't let me."
Qiao Yang looked at the empty bed and asked angrily, "You are my assistant, do you listen to him or me?"
Liu Wen was very aggrieved.
He looked up at Qiao Yang and quickly moved his eyes away. He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I... I'll go and get you breakfast. You can rest well.".
After saying that, he backed out.
Joe Yang: ? ?
It wasn't until he went to the bathroom to wash up that he didn't see himself in the mirror that he understood Liu Wen's strange behavior.
The original owner is very white, and the young master who has never experienced wind and rain has soft skin. And now there are patches of red marks on the soft and fair skin, especially around the neck, shoulders, and collarbone.
I didn't feel anything when I was kissed by Gu Ye last night, why is it so... shocking.
Joe Yang: …
The shoulders and collarbone can be covered with clothes, but what about the neck
How can he go out to meet people today? !
He silently brushed his teeth and washed his face, threw the towel and walked out of the bathroom in a bad mood.
Liu Wen had already returned with a plate, but there was only a bowl of white porridge on the long wooden plate.
After consuming all night, Qiao Yang, who was already starving, looked back to make sure that Liu Wen did not follow the room service pushing the dining car.
he:? ?
The hotel has a wide variety of catering, and there is a 24-hour cafeteria with catering services.
No matter what, it is impossible that only white porridge is left for him to drink.
Seeing Qiao Yang's unhappiness, Liu Wen explained carefully: "You, drink it first, it's good for your health."
After he finished speaking, he handed Qiao Yang a tightly packed small paper bag.
Qiao Yang took it over suspiciously, and opened it to see that there were several ointments. After holding it in his hand and carefully seeing what was written on it, he glanced at Liu Wen speechlessly again.
Liu Wen still looked embarrassed, and his round face with a pair of black-rimmed round glasses turned red: "...you, pay attention to your body."
Qiao Yang didn't want to bear him anymore.
Grab a few ointments and give them to him: "What are you misunderstanding! What are you thinking about in your head."
Liu Wen hurriedly followed, shocked: "Ah? You, you don't need it, I, I thought... "
"Why do you think?"
Qiao Yang fiercely said: "Your eyes look like I'm using these?!"
After he finished speaking, he picked up the spoon and shoved a mouthful of porridge, snorted it twice and sent it into the mouth, but it was still too hot, and he spat out again.
His tongue was scalded, and he gasped in anger to find water to cool him down.
Liu Wen hurriedly handed him the half bottle of water he drank. After seeing that he took two sips, he was very responsible and asked tentatively, "Then, is it that President Gu needs to use these?"
It doesn't look like it.
But if this is the case, he has to contact Geng Hui. After all, there are some things that Geng Hui needs to do.
Qiao Yang stuffed the water bottle into his arms and said, "He doesn't need it either!"
It's not necessary for two men to fall in love, the pattern last night was fine. And after he met Gu Ye, he felt that he was more suitable for it.
After all, Gu Ye's size and endurance can kill people!
Liu Wen was scolded, and became more observant. When he saw Qiao Yang's appearance, he probably guessed what Qiao Yang was thinking.
He was stunned: you are misunderstanding something.
However, when he saw Qiao Yang walking around the room full of energy, it really didn't look like he had a physical problem. Also relieved.
He started to report the business to him, but he was still a little cautious: "Master Qiao, I found some bad comments about you on the Internet last night."
Qiao Yang lowered his head and drank white porridge again: "What comment?"
Liu Wen: "Just a few. Comments saying that you wrote songs are not very good anyway. You, you don't have to read them. I will find a way to control the comments today."
Qiao Yang, asked: "It's a music producer named Gao Yuan, the comment caused by the post?"
When Liu Wen saw that he knew, he stopped hiding it and replied in a slightly angry tone, "Yes!"
"He also said that he was under pressure from above to delete the post because he insinuated you. But he didn't delete it. He claimed that it was his freedom of speech and would never succumb to powerful capital."
Liu Wen said the more and more angry: "This person has many fans, all shouting to support him, and also said that this year, there are too few people with backbone and entertainment like him."
"What, it's actually just pretending to be arrogant, and using you to increase his popularity."
"I know."
Qiao Yang laughed, "I didn't let them delete the post. You don't need to criticize, just let him make trouble like that."
Liu Wen wondered: "Ah? We can get rid of this kind of person casually. You, do you really care about him?"
Qiao Yang: "Let him dance. Besides, composing is always based on works."
Liu Wen was still unhappy: "But he's a professional, aren't we just for fun? It's unfair to you when he says that."
Qiao Yang casually took a sip of porridge and said, "If the professional loses to the fun, it will look even better."
Liu Wen: ? ?
The boss is so confident? Isn't the boss just a hobby, just for fun
Gao Yuan, who has been rooted in the music industry for more than ten years, is a musical artist who can be respected as a teacher by others.
Qiao Yang continued stirring the white porridge in the bowl again: "Go check it out for me to see if he has participated in any composition competitions recently, and if so, sign up for me."
"By the way, if you can't find it, ask Chi Lin and Mo Yu."
Liu Wen stared at him with wide eyes: Are you really playing? !
At this moment, the doorbell rang, and it was Gu Ye.
Qiao Yang, who was about to take a second sip, immediately put down the spoon.
There was a little excitement in my heart, but my face sank deliberately.
His legs hurt from grinding, he couldn't see people when he got up early, and the mark on his neck prevented him from going out to see people. These were all reasons for him to be angry.
However, when he saw Gu Ye pushing the hotel's dining car in, and the top and bottom three floors of the dining car were filled with all kinds of dishes, desserts, fruits, and small cakes, his unhappiness disappeared instantly.
He pushed away the bland and tasteless white porridge and asked in surprise, "Eight Treasure Duck? Did someone make it on purpose?!"
Gu Ye looked at him with a soft smile: "It's your favorite Babao duck. I invited his chef last night and just made it for you."
"The ducks are free-range in the mountains behind the resort, and they were also killed just before they were made. They should be very rare. You can try them."
Qiao Yang couldn't wait to have a good meal, but he joked with him: "A chef is called from S city to cook, are you protesting with the chef in Qiao's Resort?"
Gu Ye brought him a plate and set it up, handed him the chopsticks and spoon, and said:
"I'm afraid it won't suit your taste. I explained it to Manager Xie this morning, and I got the approval from the chefs in your hotel."
As he spoke, he looked at the mark on Qiao Yang's neck, and a vicious sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.
He thought, let Su Cheng see Qiao Yang like this.