Look good

Hot summer night.

Qiao Xing squatted on the marble-paved steps, holding a rag in his hand, and carefully wiped the columns with intricate patterns on the escalator on the second floor.

He looked focused and serious, as if he was not rubbing the pillars, but carving exquisite works of art.

"Mr. Qiao, rest for a while... I'll take care of these..." The new maid Wang Ping followed behind him, looking very trembling.

This is the No. 20 time she said this tonight.

"It's okay." Qiao Xing replied without turning his head. "Anyway, I have nothing to do."

"..." Wang Ping had no choice but to shut up again, but she still followed behind him every step of the way, like a little maid who was being bullied.

At this time, Qiao Xing cleaned the 120th pillar.

He stopped for a while and glanced at the courtyard gate.

The courtyard gate was closed tightly, and Wen Changrong hadn't come back yet.

"Mr. Qiao..." Wang Ping spoke again.

Qiao Xing had no choice but to return the rag.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao!" Wang Ping was very happy.

Qiao Xing thought sadly, tonight was really miserable, he didn't even have any entertainment, and Wen Changrong didn't know when he would be back.

Will he be the first person in the world to die of boredom?

"Mr. Qiao..." Wang Ping held a rag in her hand and carefully scanned the man's handsome side face with the corner of her eyes, "You are so different from what I imagined..."

Qiao Xing glanced at the maid beside him, smiled, and didn't answer.

He knew why what Wang Ping said was different.

The owner of this house, Wen Changrong, is notoriously erratic and very difficult to serve.

Naturally, the new servant would think that the other owner of this house, Qiao Xing, should also have a bad temper and be difficult to serve.

But obviously not.

Qiao Xing is easy-going and always has a smile on his face, which is quite different from Wen Changrong.

"Mr. Qiao, fourth master is back..." the housekeeper Uncle Wu came up to report.

Can be counted back.

Qiao Xing was overjoyed.

He took three steps and made two steps, and ran happily to the first floor.

I saw a black Bentley parked at the entrance of the garden, the rear door of the car was open, and a man sitting in it with an expressionless face could be seen.

This was the person Qiao Xing had been waiting for all night, Wen Changrong.

Wen Changrong was dressed in black, with two buttons on the collar of his shirt undone, revealing a sexy collarbone underneath. The cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing a powerful forearm.

The man wears a dark blue broken diamond watch on his wrist, which refracts fine fragments of light under the impatient tapping of his fingers.

Qiao Xingdian ran to the door of the car, and quickly and calmly looked at the situation inside the car.

The car smelled of alcohol, Wen Changrong obviously drank too much.

Beside Wen Changrong was a young man with red and swollen cheeks, who was hugging himself like a frightened bird at the moment, looking at the man beside him with a pair of beautiful eyes in fear.

Well, it looks like he was beaten.

After Qiao Xing looked at it, he bowed slightly and shouted in a low voice.

"Mr. Wen."

Wen Changrong, who was sitting in the back seat, raised his eyelids lazily, moved his gray pupils slightly, and glanced at Qiao Xing indifferently.

No sound, no movement.

Qiao Xing sighed silently, had no choice but to bend down and lean half of his body into the car.

"Mr. Wen..."

The warm fingertips touched his fragile neck, and the man's calloused fingertips pressed against the skin of his slender neck, gently stroking.

Qiao Xing didn't dare to breathe, for fear that Wen Changrong's fingers would accidentally force his fingers, and he would splatter blood on the spot.

Wen Changrong asked, "Why did it take you so long to come?"

...This is so unreasonable.

Qiao Xing can assure you that it took him no more than 2 minutes from going downstairs to here, why is it 'so long'?

"I came over as soon as I saw you coming back, without delay." After explaining, Qiao Xing said, "I'm sorry, sir."

Don't ask why he apologized, it's right to apologize anyway.

"En." The man responded, and did not continue the topic just now, but raised his palm and clasped the back of his head.

Kissed her with wine-smelling lips.

It was a kiss that had nothing to do with tenderness.

As soon as Qiao Xing separated his lips and teeth, he was aggressively invaded, and then turned upside down.

The residual smell of alcohol passed from the man's lips to his mouth, and the slightly drunk breath drowned him out instantly.

Qiao Xing suffocated for a moment, but quickly adjusted.

He put his hand halfway on the man's waist, closed his eyes and deftly responded to the kiss.

After the kiss was over, the man let go of him, pinched the back of his neck like a small animal, and praised in an unusually hoarse voice: "Good boy."

Qiao Xing is a 25-year-old adult man, and the word "good" is really weird for him.

But he has no right to choose how the benefactor wants to praise himself, so he just endured the swelling and pain in his mouth and coaxed:

"Get out of the car, sir."

"Ah."

After helping Wen Changrong out of the car, Qiao Xing raised his chin at the young man in the car and told the driver, "Take him back."

"Yes."

……

Qiao Xing helped Wen Changrong upstairs.

Like an old woman, he rolled up his sleeves and took off the man's underwear, ready to take a bath for the man.

Unexpectedly, Wen Changrong pulled him down as soon as he grabbed his wrist.

"Xiaoda."

"Yeah." Qiao Xing didn't try to argue that he wasn't Xiaoda, but quickly took the lubricant from the bedside to lubricate himself.

But before he finished, the man couldn't wait to pull him down.

When Qiao Xing was entered, he almost passed out from the pain. He grinned and thought, it's so fucking hard to make money and shit.