After Yuan Qian left, Xia Xingcheng went into the room in a daze, and reached out and closed the door. When the door closed, there was a crashing sound, which made him shudder, and his chaotic thoughts became clear in an instant. He thought: Why is Yuan Qian here
The light in the living room was not turned off. Although it was the ceiling light in the center, the light was not very bright. Xia Xingcheng looked at the big house and suddenly thought, could this be the house where Yang Youming and Yuan Qian lived together before
He looked at the shoe rack against the wall, there were no ladies' slippers on it, so he hurriedly changed his shoes and walked into the house. This house is very big, and since it was his first time here, he could only open every room without a clue, and stand at the door and take a look inside. All the rooms are unlocked. These rooms have three bedrooms, a study, a video room, a cloakroom, two bathrooms and a very spacious but deserted kitchen.
The decoration style of the whole house is very uniform, that is, the kind of masculine indifference, filled with three colors of black, white and gray. Every room is also very clean, almost no trace of life can be found.
There was only Yang Youming's clothes and shoes in the cloakroom, and there was only one person's toiletries in the bathroom. The kitchen was deserted, and even cooking seasonings were not prepared.
It doesn't look like the place where Yang Youming and Yuan Qian lived together.
Xia Xingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. He closed the lights and doors of each room one by one, and returned to the living room to sit down on the soft sofa.
The sofa smelled of new leather, it looked brand new, and it still had the scent of Yuan Qian's perfume. He sat for a while, then took off his shoes, squatted on the sofa, dazed with one hand on his face.
The excitement on the way had completely faded, and now all that remained was a deep unease and restlessness.
If this is not the house where Yang Youming and Yuan Qian lived together when they got married, then why would Yuan Qian know the password here and wait for Yang Youming here? Do they keep in touch all the time? But Yang Youming already knew that he was coming, so it was impossible to ask Yuan Qian to wait for him here. That was Yuan Qian herself. She knew the password of Yang Youming's house and the time of Yang Youming's return. There was still some kind of profound relationship between them. Contact, what does she do
Xia Xingcheng couldn't restrain the speculation in his head. This feeling made him very uncomfortable. Later, he thought of the most terrifying possibility, that is, Yuan Qian came to find Yang Youming to get back together. Yang Youming had put in so much work and put in so much effort in order to save his marriage with Yuan Qian. Now that Yuan Qian has taken the initiative to turn around, will Yang Youming immediately abandon him and choose to go back to Yuan Qian
This terrifying guess made Xia Xingcheng go cold, and he raised his hands to cover his face.
As if after waiting for a long time, Xia Xingcheng heard the sound of the door opening. He maintained his curled up position on the sofa, turned around and saw Yang Youming appearing at the door.
Yang Youming wore a long black coat with a white sweater and a pointed collar of the shirt protruding from the neck of the sweater, and pushed a large box in his hand.
The moment he saw Xia Xingcheng, Yang Youming smiled, stood by the door and let go of the suitcase, waiting for Xia Xingcheng with open arms.
Xia Xingcheng suddenly came back to his senses. He hurriedly stretched his feet from the sofa into his slippers, stood up and walked towards the door. At that time, Xia Xingcheng suddenly decided not to tell Yang Youming that he saw Yuan Qian here. He was afraid, afraid of Yang Youming. will shake.
When Xia Xingcheng hugged Yang Youming tightly, Yang Youming also wrapped his arms around his back, lowered his head and kissed his forehead again and again.
Xia Xingcheng buried his face on Yang Youming's shoulder until Yang Youming reached out to hold his lower jaw, made him raise his head, and asked him, "What's wrong?"
"What?" Xia Xingcheng pretended not to know.
Yang Youming looked into his eyes, "Unhappy?"
Xia Xingcheng laughed immediately and mobilized all his acting skills, "No, I'm so happy."
Yang Youming looked at him for a while, didn't speak, just patted him on the back, then let go of his hand, pushed the big box in, and closed the door.
Xia Xingcheng stood by and looked at him and asked, "Are you alone?"
"Well," Yang Youming said, "I asked the driver to take Li Yun back, and I came back alone." He left the suitcase at the door, changed a pair of slippers, walked towards the middle of the living room, and then beside the sofa again He stopped, stood silently for a while, turned around and looked at Xia Xingcheng, "Do you know what the problem is with your acting?"
Xia Xingcheng was stunned, not understanding why Yang Youming suddenly mentioned this topic, he looked at him blankly.
Yang Youming raised his hand, took off his coat, and threw it on the sofa, then unhurriedly unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, rolled up the sweater and shirt sleeves together, and said at the same time, "If you can't get into the play, just rely on your skills. If you perform, then your performance is very superficial and cannot convince people."
Xia Xingcheng frowned.
Yang Youming stood there, looked at him quietly for a while, and said with a smile, "What do you want to eat at night, let's go eat together."
The two of them were next to the community for dinner. They ate at a high-end restaurant that Yang Youming often went to. When the two of them were in the private room, Xia Xingcheng seemed to be in a better mood. He kept smiling and talking to Yang Youming. His eyes looked at Xia Xingcheng and listened to him.
Later, when they got home, they took a shower and hugged each other and went to bed.
The master bedroom is close to the study and cloakroom, with a separate bathroom inside. The bed is large and soft, and the heating is sufficient.
When Xia Xingcheng was on the bed, he couldn't think of anything else, so he was completely indulged in lust. They lifted the quilt, and the place where the skin was close was full of sweat, panting and breathing hot.
Yang Youming hugged Xia Xingcheng tightly, and the kiss fell on his ear repeatedly.
Xia Xingcheng opened his eyes wide and looked at the ceiling lamp with simple and refreshing lines on the ceiling, his body was still immersed in the shuddering aftertaste, every pore opened, and lustful sweat oozes out.
Yang Youming was lying on his side, propped his head up with one hand, and put the other hand on Xia Xingcheng's chest, stroking slowly along the sweaty skin of his chest. After the filming took so long, Xia Xingcheng had grown a bit fleshy. , but still thin, and the lower abdomen is slightly sunken when lying down. Yang Youming's hand stopped on his lower abdomen, sticking to the smooth and flexible skin, and one finger circled around his navel.
"Did Yuan Qian come here today?" Without warning, Yang Youming asked in Xia Xingcheng's ear with a slightly hoarse voice after the affair.
Xia Xingcheng's eyes widened suddenly, and with a "hum" in his head, he sat up from the bed and looked sideways at Yang Youming, "How do you know?" His tone was almost fierce.
Yang Youming still maintained his original posture, but withdrew the hand that was attached to his lower abdomen and said, "I smelled her perfume by the sofa in the living room."
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a while. He did smell Yuan Qian's perfume on the sofa at first, but after a long time, he didn't notice it.
Yang Youming also sat up and faced Xia Xingcheng, "Did she tell you what she's here for?"
Xia Xingcheng shook his head, "I don't know, she left when I came."
Yang Youming lowered his head and held his hand, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Xia Xingcheng didn't speak, he just went to see Yang Youming's hand holding him.
Yang Youming sighed helplessly, "You don't tell me what you think, how do you ask me to explain it to you?"
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "What do you want to explain?"
Yang Youming said, "What do you want to ask?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "What did she come to you for? Didn't she want a divorce?"
Yang Youming replied, "I want to know too, so didn't I just ask you?"
Xia Xingcheng frowned and said, "How did she know that you came back today?"
Yang Youming squeezed his wrist, "I'll call Li Yun later and ask who else knows that I'm coming back today, and I'll help you find out who told her, okay?"
When Xia Xingcheng heard Yang Youming say this, he suddenly stopped being angry, but he was still worried, and there were still many questions he wanted to ask: "Why does she still have the password of your house?"
Yang Youming said: "The password of my house has never been changed, and the few people who know it have always known it."
Xia Xingcheng said in a non-negotiable tone, "It's changed."
Yang Youming smiled suddenly, he nodded, and said sincerely: "Okay, change it. Change it for whatever you want."
Xia Xingcheng finally couldn't help but smile. He first knelt on the bed with his knees, then spread his legs and straddled Yang Youming. Yang Youming leaned back and leaned against the head of the bed.
"Isn't this house where you and Yuan Qian used to marry?" Xia Xingcheng asked as he wrapped his arms around Yang Youming's neck.
Yang Youming replied with a slight smile, "No, this is the house I bought after we separated."
Xia Xingcheng was still a little concerned, "Yuan Qian has never been here before, right?"
Yang Youming said: "She has been here twice, but she has never stayed."
Xia Xingcheng blinked, and his fingers seemed to caress the soft skin behind Yang Youming's ears unconsciously. He had a question he wanted to ask the most, but he never dared to ask it. He wanted to ask Yang Youming, if Yuan Qian wanted to come back, would Yang Youming not will accept her. The words were almost on his lips, but he still didn't ask, he was afraid that even if Yang Youming was just silent, he couldn't accept it in his heart.
So Xia Xingcheng finally changed the question, his expression was a little melancholy: "You are divorced, you even remember her perfume."
Yang Youming said: "Yeah, and I still remember the brand, if I remember correctly, it's Miss Chanel Coco. The smell doesn't dissipate for a long time, it's really memorable."
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "Do you like it?"
Yang Youming thought for a while, and answered him seriously: "If you say perfume, you can't say you like it or hate it. It's just too fragrant, and you get dizzy after smelling it for a long time."
Xia Xingcheng lowered his head and smiled.
Yang Youming sat up straight and kissed his lips, Xia Xingcheng cupped his face with both hands and kissed him, the atmosphere gradually became hot again, but compared to the urgency just now, the two of them now have more patience to touch each other , enjoy each other's body to the fullest.
Xia Xingcheng lingered with Yang Youming on the big bed in Yang Youming's bedroom until midnight, and then fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, he found that Yang Youming had already woken up, and it seemed that he had been up for a long time. Xia Xingcheng stretched out a hand and felt that the sheets and quilt over there were completely cold.
He also got up from the bed, put on his clothes and went to the living room. He saw Yang Youming wearing a pair of loose sports trousers, topless, doing push-ups in the living room.
When Yang Youming's arms are bent and his body is pressed down, the beautiful muscles behind him will tangle, and he looks very powerful. From the back down is a thin waist, and the middle spine is sunken, extending all the way into the waistband of his trousers. Disappeared between the stubborn buttocks.
Xia Xingcheng stepped on the floor with the soles of his shoes, walked over gently step by step, squatted down beside Yang Youming, put a hand on his back waist, then put his fingers into the waist of his trousers along the depression of his spine, and touched his buttocks , squeezed hard.
Yang Youming supported his body with one hand, and reached behind with the other hand, holding Xia Xingcheng's wrist, then quickly turned over and sat on the ground, pulled Xia Xingcheng onto his lap and lay on his back, neatly ripping off his pants .
Xia Xingcheng quickly grabbed the waist of his trousers with both hands and shouted, "I was wrong! I was wrong!"
Half of his trousers were already ripped off, but Yang Youming finally stopped, just slapped his butt hard, then let go of him and wanted to stand up.
Xia Xingcheng was unwilling to leave him, sat up and wrapped his legs around his waist and hugged him, and said, "Don't go, I'll hold him for a while."
Yang Youming simply hugged him with both arms and stood up. Xia Xingcheng was afraid that he would slip off, and his legs were wrapped even tighter. Feeling too heavy?"
"No," Yang Youming said, sitting Xia Xingcheng on the coffee table, "otherwise why should I exercise?"
Xia Xingcheng saw that he was leaving, and hurriedly hooked his leg with his foot, "What?"
Yang Youming glanced down at his feet and said, "I'll take a shower and then make you breakfast."
Xia Xingcheng said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to change your entry code first."
Yang Youming looked at him and smiled, and said, "Go ahead."