january love

twelve

Ye Qing couldn't help but leave Duanmulian behind for dinner before sending him back, watching the little figure wave at him in front of the house and then close the door before returning the same way.

Driving very slowly along the way, Ye Qing thought and thought while smoking a cigarette.

He is not stupid, let alone a psychologist, it is impossible not to understand that his feelings for Duanmulian are different from those for anyone in the past.

In this workplace where ulterior motives are borrowed to kill people and spread rumors to confuse the public, that person is like a spotless flower in the mud. He is so simple that he will happily run to thank him after receiving a gift, send a text message to tell him to go to bed early, and even subconsciously do it when he is drunk. For his sake, he asked him [why didn't you push me away when I was so dirty].

This innocent look made him involuntarily want to protect, to possess, to circle his arms around a hole in the sky for him.

He likes to tease that guy to see him blush, like to see him in a daze in a meeting, like him talking to him when he is at a loss, and even more like him calling his name unconsciously on the bed.

This person came quietly to ring the dusty bell in his heart, which made him unable to restrain himself from following the lingering sound.

Duanmulian came home wearing Ye Qing's baggy clothes, leaning on the bed with his waist that had not recovered, remembering that he went to this person's house three times, and two times he didn't come home wearing his own clothes...

Duanmulian is not a hypocritical person in the first place, he has more or less knowledge of various things with men, so he is not surprised, but he did not expect it to happen to him, and the object is still Ye Qing, this makes him Feel very embarrassed.

Taking off his clothes and looking at the marks on his body, Duanmu Lian blushed and didn't dare to think about what happened last night. He was very annoyed that he had caused trouble to the man by drinking too much. He got into bed, if it's purely to vent, one/night/love is more economical, obviously he doesn't look like a casual person, neither does Ye Qing, but it's impossible for him to ask the person involved.

But... today this man talked to him more than before. He was surprised that this seemingly indifferent business tycoon would touch such delicate things as psychology. No wonder he was like a roundworm in his stomach, unable to hide any thoughts he.

What's even more inconceivable is that Ye Qing is willing to mention his life experience to an outsider. From knowing nothing about men until now, he can't understand anything else. At least he understands that no matter how strong he looks on the outside, he is still a man of flesh and blood. .

Sitting at the desk, Duanmulian took out the box of exquisite paints, stroked the beautiful patterns on the metal box, and suddenly felt that the man, like himself, had wandered between ideals and family business, he... Maybe he was guiding Maybe he himself, thinking about this, Duanmulian felt as if he was being sentimental again, so he scratched his head and went to take a bath.

Afterwards, it was a repetitive and boring life, and Ye Qing never came to him.During the day, Duanmulian is bored in the office, reading documents, or signing a contract with his father, and painting some postcard-sized watercolors in his room at night.

Duanmulian comforted himself by deceiving himself. Although his father did not support it, it was okay to relax secretly without affecting his work.

No one will notice if you sneak around. I guess everyone who makes mistakes thinks so before they are caught.

Then Duanmulian was arrested.

Duanmuyuan originally planned to bring some documents back to let his son work overtime. There is no rule for me to knock on the door when I enter my son's room, so I caught a current one.

Duanmuyuan is a strict person, whether he is a boss or a father, he does not want the future heir of his company to waste time on such useless things, and get angry on the spot when his son makes repeated mistakes.

"Dad, today's work is done, I think..."

Duanmu Yuan stared angrily, "I thought you sincerely repented. Seeing that you don't do your job properly, it's a bit of effort to talk back."

Unlike bear children who are most afraid of their parents taking feather dusters, Duanmulian is more helpless to his aggressive father. He has ideas but can never reason with the other party. He can only silently listen to the logic that he cannot agree with. It has always been like this.

Today's man's temper is different from usual, Duanmuyuan's anger seems to be even worse, maybe it's because similar things have happened too many times, and what little patience is left has been worn out.

"You should have shown your dead mother like this."

Duan Mulian still lowered his head, and when he mentioned his mother, his mind was in chaos and he couldn't make any response. The only woman who cared about him was no longer in this world. His childhood also came to an abrupt end with the car accident many years ago, and now To be snuffed out by his father that ray of light that shines into his life.

He wanted to question his father, but he knew better than anyone else the consequences of arguing with this arrogant man. Besides, it had been like this for so many years. What's the point? He couldn't do anything except keep silent.

Standing in place listening to his father flipping through the things on the table, he heard the sound of something being torn off, Duanmulian clenched his trembling fingers into fists trying not to let himself lose control, he hated his father's arbitrariness, Hate yourself for being weak and incompetent.

Hearing the sound of closing the door from behind, Duanmulian collapsed on the chair as if collapsed. His heart was in a mess. On the one hand was his father who gave birth to him and on the other was the paintbrush that he couldn't put down. Painting was no longer simple for him. His hobbies are both enjoyment and catharsis, the way he expresses his feelings, and the only tranquilizer that can make him forget all the troubles. However, he still failed to hide his "little moves" and lost to his unreasonable father.

In my impression, my father always runs counter to what he likes, beats and scolds his mother who loves him, sends him to study in a distant place, breaks his paintbrush, and then names him as the supremacy of profit, leaving him behind. Ignoring his struggle in the swamp at the end.

Like a tyrannical and senseless executioner.

The huge room made him out of breath alone, so he had no choice but to go out to blow some air.

Duan Mulian was walking alone on the street, and suddenly remembered that he didn't even have a friend to talk to, it seemed that he was also running up and down in the company after he just graduated, and only knew business partners who were not profitable, so how could he be free? To make so-called friends.

Duanmulian subconsciously thought of Ye Qing, the relationship between this man and himself... Is this man a friend? The box of paint that was given to him has already been taken away, and now I can still recall the feeling of surprise and joy when I received the gift .

It's been almost a month since I saw each other. Duanmulian can't help but wonder what that man is up to lately. He seems to be skipping work a lot. I don't know if he eats on time, and if he brings other people to his house to do strange things...

Duanmulian suddenly realized why he cared about other people's private life for no reason. Ye Qing's daily schedule and whoever he slept with had nothing to do with him. He just said a few more words. Thinking of this, he felt even more lost up.

"what are you doing here?"

"Eh!?"

Duanmulian was taken aback by the familiar voice, afraid that what he was thinking just now would be figured out by that person again, so he ran away like a thief, and was grabbed by the wrist before he could move his legs.

"Mr. Ye..." Duanmulian held his neck so guilty that he was dying of guilt, for fear of being seen out.

"Why do you look like this every time I see you, tsk."

Duanmulian forced himself to relax, forced a smile on his face but lowered his eyes, looking for something to talk about, "Why hasn't Mr. Ye returned so late?"

"I just passed by here after get off work, what's on your mind when you run out in the middle of the night?" Ye Qing asked casually, reaching out to rub his messy hair.

"..." The gentle force made him more and more unable to hold back the smirk on his lips, could this be seen as Ye Qing caring about him.

"It's cold outside at night, go to my house."