Mr. Xu's Qu Xiansen

Qian Fengdong's fortunes have changed recently, and even news such as explosions happened directly in front of his eyes. As the new "stylus" of the most well-known news agency under the Morimatsu Group, Qian Fengdong decisively raised the camera that never left his chest Start taking pictures.

A private plane exploded near the coast, scattered debris, suspicious clouds behind it, who is the dead, whether there is something strange, is it a coincidence or murder, in short, as long as he thinks of all kinds of information worth digging behind this news, Qian Fengdong will be excited Hands are shaking.

He specially waited along the coast, waiting for the arrival of the police from the perspective of a bystander. As a result, the police arrived very late, and basically did not record anything, and annihilated some evidence as if they had come to clean up the mess.

The current audience just likes to watch this kind of tone-deaf news, which may arouse public opinion from all walks of life, and then lead to a period of social trends, and his low position in the news agency will be more secure.

Qian Fengdong held his camera in his arms dearly, and drove to the company immediately. He quickly edited the news release and showed it to the editor-in-chief. Smoked a cigarette, glanced at him, folded the manuscript and returned it to him.

Qian Fengdong was stunned for a second, and when he was about to say something, he saw the editor-in-chief lazily collapsed in the armchair, exhaled a smoke ring, and said slowly: "Xiao Qian, go and get the information that Xiao Zhao gave you last time. Organize and write to me."

"But, this..."

"You still don't understand?" The editor-in-chief, a 50-[-]-year-old man with Mediterranean hair, admired the young man in front of him very much, so he said patiently, "Little Qian, you just need to write what the outside world asks you to write." It's fine, you understand?"

"Stop holding your camera every day, I'm very optimistic about you." The editor-in-chief stood up and patted Qian Fengdong's shoulder comfortingly, "Don't keep thinking about making big news yourself, or something will happen when the time comes, No one can save you."

"When you're in our business, you should be clear in your heart. I can't remind you every time."

Qian Fengdong came to his senses all of a sudden, and asked tentatively, "Is this... is this... above..." Morimatsu Group ranks very high in the journalism industry, and has its own connections and backing, so sometimes there are many News agencies dare not report things, they will occasionally break the news, and the evaluation of the outside world is very good, saying that their news represents the truth.

But, in contrast, regarding the "backer" thing, if you stick to it, you will die.

The editor-in-chief smiled and nodded, picked up the lighter, lit the manuscript and threw it into the tin trash can, saying: "It should have exploded in the high seas, and I don't know what went wrong, but it doesn't matter, the above gave the manuscript, Let's just follow that, and you don't have to worry about this, don't get involved anymore."

Qian Fengdong nodded humbly, returned to his office, and immediately deleted everything he had photographed. His eyes dazzled, as if he saw a blurry figure in the shape of a human floating on the sea in a certain photo, but Qian Fengdong didn't pay attention any more. After destroying everything, he slumped in his chair, recalling for a moment the enthusiasm he had when he was just out of college.

My self at that time...

Really young and ignorant of the sky and the earth...

Compared with the current self, she is really a little white flower, but enthusiasm and justice cannot be eaten as food. Qian Fengdong looked at the office equipment used in the office where he was sitting now, as well as the watch in his hand and the tens of thousands of suits, Thinking about the prosperous life in the future, he no longer feels emotional in an instant. This kind of self is chosen by himself.

Perhaps one day he climbs high enough, has access to more, and has greater rights, so that he will be able to write more things that others dare not write...

Maybe one day I can give an exclusive interview to the "backer" above... Tsk tsk, even thinking about it, I feel that my life is wonderful.

But now, many group companies and even the government's "big backers" are wearing a pink apron, loosely tied with shoulder-length pale blond hair, washing dishes with hands that should be used for playing the piano.

"Jingyou, what are we going to do in the afternoon?" Another rabbit hugged the tall "Big Backer" from behind with soft black hair, and pressed it against the back of the "Big Backer", rubbing and rubbing, and the paws didn't know whether it was intentional or not. Unintentionally bumped into the row of abdominal muscles of the 'big backer' through the clothes.

'Big backer' has an exquisite face, a pair of deep blue-purple eyes, and a perfect figure that dresses stylishly and undresses well. The success of the mixed-race is so explosive. According to Xu Tuji's description, he was a little angel when he was a child. Bigger is simply more dazzling!

The former little angel's voice was gorgeous and full of doting magnetism: "Where do you want to go, teacher? Let's go together in the afternoon." The ending sound was a slight smile.

Mr. Xu, who was easily exposed, was always unconsciously clinging to his lover in a home where there were only two of him and his lover. As a 30-year-old man, he did not appear to be disobedient at all, and unexpectedly felt that he was not deeply involved in the world. : "Last time, you said you could ride a horse, I want to see..."

Mr. Qu arranged the dishes and chopsticks, took off the apron, turned around and easily hugged Xu Tuji horizontally with his buttocks, put him on the sofa and sat on his lap, and said with a smile, "Okay."

There was a news channel on the TV that Mr. Xu would pay attention to every day. It happened to start broadcasting the news about a private jet crashing due to a malfunction. After a few simple sentences, it passed away.

Qu Xiansen watched with his Xu Tuji, his eyes were calm...

"It's really scary. It's so close to Jinzhou that even the dead body can't be found..." the man frowned and sighed.

"Ah."

"Jingyou, you should be more careful in the future, and you need to check it several times."

"it is good."

"The same goes for driving. In the future, if you drive by yourself, don't make a phone call. It's really dangerous."

"know."

Xu Tuji stared at Mr. Qu's eyes, and said, "Jingyou, am I a little wordy?"

Mr. Qu pinched Teacher Xu's chin and kissed him. After sucking the man's plump lower lip, the tip of his tongue slowly penetrated, stirring each other's tongue tips, lingering. After getting better, Mr. Qu directly clasped the man's lips At the back of the head, the slender fingertips inserted into the black hair, and the tip of the tongue slid across every part of the man's mouth, even deep into the throat, giving the man the illusion of suffocation.

After a while, a deep kiss ended. A strand of silver thread stuck to the place where the two separated, and it broke after being stretched for a long time. Xu Xian's tongue was numb, and he breathed in fresh air with a big gulp, his cheeks flushed. The ear-piercing voice of a young lover:

"The teacher just says whatever he wants, I like to listen."

The atmosphere is just right, if these two people who are always in love are allowed to develop, Xu Tuji probably won't be able to get out of bed in the afternoon, let alone go out to the racecourse to watch Master Qu ride a horse.

So, when Xu Xianzheng was tempted by Master Qu to put his soft paws into Master Qu's clothes and poke the hard and sexy abdominal muscles, the doorbell rang.

Xu Xian blinked, and quickly pulled his hand back, while his face was still red, he tidied up his lover's clothes, and went to open the door wearing slippers.

"Hey..." As soon as the door opened, there was a beautiful little boy who looked like a girl, holding a large bouquet of pink roses in his arms that almost drowned that little face, with a soft voice.

The little boy showed only his beautiful eyes with curly long eyelashes, and said:

"You, hello... Uncle Xu, do you still remember me?"

The boy tried his best to expose his face from behind a large bouquet of pink roses, and his small body stood upright:

"...I am Yao Sheng."