Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

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Does he know what he is doing?

But Chu Qingchen didn't distract himself and think too much. The effect of the high concentration of alcohol broke out at this moment, rushing straight to his brain, like surging waves washing against the shore, rolling up sand and gravel several times, and the azure sky and sea swayed in front of Chu Qingchen's eyes.

The man put his big hand on the back of Si Mo's head and deepened the kiss regardless.

The air was filled with lingering warmth and the sound of water, and it smelled like wine.

Si Mo's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She felt dizzy from being kissed and had to hold on to Chu Qingchen's shoulders to keep her balance.

Chu Qingchen stroked Si Mo's back and ended the kiss that lasted for a long time. His dry and large palms wished he could rub the boy into his body.

"Si Mo." Chu Qingchen's voice was trembling, with hesitation and reluctance: "Do you know who I am?"

Although Si Mo's face felt hot after drinking just a little bit of wine, he was not unable to tell who was kissing him.

He was the one who initiated the kiss, so Chu Qingchen was willing to respond after being stunned. But if it was the other way around, Si Mo felt that this person would never do anything out of line to him tonight.

He would never do such a thing as taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

What a dull person.

What a stupid Chu Qingchen.

Chu Qingchen waited nervously for Si Mo's response, his nerves tense. He rested his head on Si Mo's neck, his heart beating like a drum in his arms.

"Yeah." Si Mo's breath sprayed on his ears, burning Chu Qingchen's skin red: "You are Chu. Qing. Chen."

The young man's tone was lazy and numb, and he whispered Chu Qingchen's name word by word into the man's ear.

Chu Qingchen paused, then heard him say, "I know you like me."

“…Isn’t that right?”

Chu Qingchen's eyes gradually darkened, and he didn't answer for a long time. He lowered his head and kissed the boy's pink earlobe, then slowly distanced himself from his boss's straightforward gaze for one second or two.

Si Mo was picked up and put down, and sat steadily on the coffee table behind him. He put his arms around Chu Qingchen's neck and tilted his head back, as if asking for a kiss.

The other party also followed his wishes. The man leaned down, put his big hands on both sides of Si Mo's buttocks, and locked him firmly in front of him.

Two people whose brains were dominated by alcohol were together, but they could not resist the surging love of sobriety. Their bodies were tightly embraced under the moonlight, never separated, from the coffee table to the sofa, from the bathroom to the bed.

"Why are you like a furnace?" Chu Qingchen put his arms around Si Mo, his voice was unusually hoarse and pleasant with lust, his dark eyes could clearly see every part of the boy even in the night vision environment.

"You..." Si Mo suppressed his moaning, his voice almost hoarse, but he did not forget to glare at Chu Qingchen fiercely, and threatened slowly: "Shut up!"

Like a little animal with its fur exploded.

The result of the ineffective threat was that Si Mo was bullied over and over again.

— —

The next morning, Chu Qingchen lay beside the sleeping boy, his eyes fixed on Si Mo's face, and he counted his eyelashes with an extremely serious look.

He had long noticed that Si Mo had very long eyelashes that flickered every time he blinked, and each blink seemed to scratch his heart.

Half an hour later, Si Mo still showed no signs of waking up.

Prime Minister Cen called, and Chu Qingchen took a minute to answer the phone. He didn't care if the other party was anxious or not. He put on his clothes and picked up the phone slowly: "Hello."

"Young Marshal, the things you asked us to do have been dealt with." Prime Minister Cen raised his voice, as if he had just experienced an intense exercise, and he was a little breathless at the end of his words.

"Well, how did you deal with it?" Chu Qingchen looked at the potted plant in front of him calmly and found that a new seedling had grown there at some point.

The implicit implication was to ask what the attitude of the inspector at the police station was.

Cen Xiang's answer was: "As expected."

The man sighed regretfully and said, "I know."

"You are considered loyal. I will bury him and send him home." Chu Qingchen's voice was so cold that no emotion could be heard: "Remember to stay hidden. I will take care of the rest."

"Go to the Pear Garden again today and see how the guy was doing last night. Momo cares about him a lot."

"Oh, okay." Prime Minister Cen was a little confused about what had just been said. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out who Chu Qingchen was talking about, so he just agreed instinctively.

"Oh, Marshal, there's one more thing." Adjutant Cen suddenly thought of something and got furious. He yelled into the phone, "My wife may have to come over to see you today!"

……

After hanging up the phone, Chu Qingchen frowned.

Li Yunqing came here for only one thing - to have photos of a new batch of candidates for 'daughter-in-law' to show him.

One and a half years, once every two months, and I never get tired of it.

Looking back at Si Mo, Chu Qingchen walked out the door with light steps.

"Young Marshal!" Prime Minister Cen arrived almost at the time when his aunt finished making breakfast. However, he had just jumped a few steps when Chu Qingchen stepped on his tail. Prime Minister Cen rolled his eyes and warned him to keep his voice down.

He wondered, “Why??”

"Because the young marshal has guests today." Auntie came out of the kitchen and said with a kind smile.

“???” Prime Minister Cen widened his eyes in confusion, and as if by telepathy, Si Mo just happened to come down from upstairs, glanced at Chu Qingchen, and said good morning.

"Morning." Chu Qingchen lowered his eyes and smiled dotingly.

Cen Xiang: "? Why are you here?"

"Then where should I be?" Si Mo walked around him and went to wash up slowly.

There was a hint of worry in Chu Qingchen's eyes, and he was eager to go over and help him walk.

The aunt who came out was also stunned for a moment. How did Si Mo come out of the young marshal's room?

Something is wrong, very wrong.

While eating breakfast, Cen Xiang observed Si Mo strangely, his eyes kept secretly glancing at his neck. Why did he feel...

Moreover, the young marshal thoughtfully prepared a cushion for him to put on the chair, so why didn’t he have one for himself?

He has been with Chu Qingchen for so many years, when has he ever seen him take care of others? !

It turns out that I am not as important as someone I just met!

Prime Minister Cen sighed repeatedly while eating this meal. He had said before that the cooking of Chu Qingchen's aunt was better than that of the one in the military camp, so he would drive over specially every time to eat there.

……

When they were halfway through their meal, the doorbell suddenly rang. Prime Minister Cen suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Qingchen.

As expected, after my aunt opened the door, a surprised and respectful voice came: "Madam is here."

"Yeah." Li Yunqing handed the bag to the nanny and answered softly. As he walked in, he asked excitedly, "Where's the young marshal?"

"Chu Qingchen—Chu Qingchen?"

"Stop." Chu Qingchen looked up at her calmly, pinching his brows and sighing, "Here."

Li Yunqing walked over with a strange smile on his face, not caring whether he hadn't seen him for two months. He took out a heavy stack of photos from his pocket and walked over, saying straight to the point: "Take a look at what I found for you this time..."

"And last time, you had to explain to me clearly about your blind date with Yurong. Why was it inappropriate—"

Li Yunqing's voice became smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared, after he saw a boy he had never seen before sitting at the table.