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The boys who have been in love with Ye Ye in the end, whether they were broken up or proposed to break up, when they think back to Ye Ye, they will not hesitate to think that when Ye Ye was with them, they really liked themselves very much. of.

In fact, it is true. Ye Ye has devoted all his love and care to every boyfriend. He smiles when he sees you, his brows and eyes are curved, the corners of his lips are raised, and he clings to you obsessively, like the whole world Just you.

Most people can't resist this look, and Bian Ling is not immune either.

After the last time we met, Bian Ling went to other places to discuss business. He went there for seven days and didn’t think there was anything wrong with his work. In the last two days, when he was free, he remembered the young boy who was clinging to his shoulder and said softly, “Uncle Bian.” ".

At that time, he propped himself up with his hands, and looked down at him from top to bottom, with a blank expression and scrutiny.And the young boy opened his foggy drooping eyes, and was not afraid to meet his gaze. His voice seemed hotter than fire, and he rubbed against him, warm and tender: "Uncle, uncle..."

It was as if his heart and eyes were all about himself, and only himself was the good medicine to save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

Bian Ling smiled slowly.

He prefers the feeling of being loved unreservedly, so he would let Ye Zhuo's childish pursuits go, and now he sent Ye Ye a message right after he came back.

When Ye Ye came out, Bian Ling suddenly remembered that there was a young master who pursued him enthusiastically more than ten years ago, but he liked to be reckless and sharp, with an aggressive aura, which was known all over the city and ended up being unhappy. And scattered.

The car window was knocked twice, Bian Ling pressed the car window, and saw Ye Ye's face behind the car window without any surprise, smiling and full of joy: "Uncle Bian, you are back. "

Bian Ling asked: "What's wrong?"

The young boy blinked his eyes, without any embarrassment: "I miss you."

Bian Ling's fingers on his knees moved slightly because of these words, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "Get in the car."

Hearing this, the boy quickly opened the car door and sat up. He didn't know whether he was close to him on purpose or not. He also put the guitar bag on his back in front of his lap. Bian Ling glanced at him and asked casually: "Can you play the guitar?"

Ye Ye tilted his head, and said modestly: "A little bit."

Bian Ling replied: "It can be used to make a living, probably more than a little."

Ye Ye: "You know that?"

"I checked." Bian Ling didn't shy away from it at all, and seemed to have a bit of weird malice, his gaze fell lightly on Ye Ye's face from top to bottom.

"Then I'll play a song for you next time." Ye Ye's expression didn't change, his brows and eyes were still bent and happy, "What song do you like?" Speaking of this, he frowned again, " In fact, I won’t do anything that is too difficult, but if I say something I can’t do, I have to go back and learn.”

Bian Ling smiled lightly: "It's all right."

His eyelashes are very long, surrounded by light-colored pupils. The neon lights flowing outside the car window fall into his eyes, like a grand fireworks that makes people unable to look away. The cat stretched out its tail and wrapped it around your heart: "I can pick slowly."

The driver didn't take much time to send the two of them to a nearby high-end hotel. Ye Ye hesitated for a second, threw the guitar bag directly into the car, and followed Bian Ling.

Seeing his empty hands, Bian Ling smiled half-smile, knowingly asked: "You won't choose a tune for me?"

Ye Ye raised his face and smiled brightly: "You can choose something else."

The young boy's face was covered with a large blush, and there was a little water in his obedient and innocent drooping eyes. Apart from a bold and undisguised smile, he looked like an obedient student who was extremely ashamed.

Bian Ling really likes his appearance.

The young boy's body is white and soft, and red marks will appear with a little effort, and he whimpers softly, but he is not at all afraid in his actions, with a hoarse voice, rubbing the tip of his nose against his ear, and breathing hot and humid. On the top, Bian Ling narrowed his eyes.

Without the cover of the glasses, Bian Ling's slender eye ends were dyed with spring colors, he stretched out his fingers and gently scratched Ye Ye's chin, the latter raised his head in coordination, their lips and teeth met, breathing blended , The hot body is closely connected.

Ye Ye looked at the swaying lights above his head, as well as swaying Uncle Bian's eyes. He smiled contentedly, stretched his thin arms to hug Uncle Bian's neck, and rubbed them against Uncle Bian's neck.

The host and guest had a good time, and the two of them nestled on the soft big bed of the high-end hotel to relax. It was Uncle Bian who got up from the bed first, and Ye Ye's eyes followed him naturally.

Bian Ling casually took the nightgown hanging by the side and tied it loosely, picked up his glasses and put them on again, turned to look at him: "Go take a shower before going to bed."

Ye Yelai lay on the bed: "Aren't you going to wash it for me?"

Bian Ling had investigated Ye Ye, so he naturally knew about his shift schedule. He didn't make much fuss tonight, but he just raised his eyebrows and said ruthlessly, "Go by yourself."

Ye Ye acted foolishly: "You still call me a child on the bed, and the child will drown in the bath by himself."

Bian Ling didn't expect Ye Ye to respond like this, and watched the little boy pause for two seconds before speaking again: "Children usually listen to adults."

Uncle Bian's expression was steady, and his tone could even be said to be gentle, but Ye Ye instantly sensed the threat, so he could only mutter and get up from the bed with his bare buttocks, and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

Before closing the door, he still sneaked back and asked, "Aren't we together?"

Uncle Bian has no expression on his face, and his glasses reflect light.

Ye Ye shrank his head obediently and closed the door.

By the time Ye Ye finished taking a shower, Bian Ling had already contacted the room service to change the sheets and bedding that had just been messed up, and also prepared new pajamas and underwear for Ye Ye, and knocked on the door and handed them in.

Mature uncles are really different.

Ye Ye sighed deeply, remembering that after having sex with Gu Yisheng, he would just lie on the bed together, cuddly hugging and sleeping.

Ye Ye put on his pajamas and came out of the bathroom, and the water vapor came out together, Bian Ling looked around and nodded: "Almost?"

"Just right." Ye Ye smiled sweetly, "Thank you Uncle Bian."

"You're welcome." The Bian family's polite words were in the same line, he stood up from the sofa, holding another new set of clothes in his hand, obviously going to take a shower too.

Ye Ye quickly glanced twice, but Bian Ling caught his sight: "What are you looking at?"

"It depends on whether you are wearing pajamas or a coat." Ye Ye didn't hide it.

Bian Ling understood: "I won't leave, don't worry." After speaking, he walked two steps to the bathroom and stopped, "I asked the waiter to warm up a glass of milk, and I will finish it when it is delivered."

Ye Ye was confused: "Huh?"

Bian Ling said anxiously: "You can only sleep after drinking milk, little friend Ye Qing'an."

Ye Ye: "..."

Bian Ling really wasn't talking nonsense, it didn't take long for someone to bring a cup of warm pure milk, Ye Ye basically hasn't touched milk since junior high school, looking at the cup, he couldn't help feeling depressed, and then looked at death as if at home clean.

The waiter didn't look up at him from the beginning to the end, and when he saw that he had finished drinking, he took the cup and left without making a sound.

The system suddenly appeared, and said strangely: [You really listen to Bian Ling. 】

When Ye Ye heard it, he didn't care about the smell of milk in his mouth, and immediately flaunted: "I'm his little friend."

[Is it okay with you? 】The system asked, 【According to big data analysis, most people would not choose to take your measures against people like Bian Ling. 】

What measure?

All the cards are shown, take the initiative and be direct.

Ye Ye patiently answered the system's questions: "Look, Uncle Bian is 40 years old, and he has never seen any tricks. The tenacious little white flower route that refuses to welcome is not suitable for him."

The door of the bathroom opened, Bian Ling came out, lowered his head and wiped his hair with a towel, some of the wet ends dangled on his forehead, it was exactly the same as when Ye Ye was still Ye Zhuo when he saw Uncle Bian's wet body up.

It's just that Ye Ye had to do his best to be an ignorant young man with a secret heart and watch from the sidelines, but now it's different.

Ye Ye smiled and said to the system: "Uncle Bian doesn't need and doesn't want to raise free white pigeons. What he lacks is a beautiful canary like me who is willing to go into the cage by himself."

Ye Ye stood up from the bed, stepped on the wool carpet with bare feet, Bian Ling saw a shadowy black figure approaching from the corner of his eyes, just as he raised his head, the little boy pulled the towel and lowered his head. A kiss with the aroma of milk came up.

"I'll check it out for you, I've finished drinking."

Bian Ling hummed softly between his lips and teeth, and warmed his hand to the back of the boy's furry head to deepen the kiss, until Ye Ye started to lose his breath before letting go, and snorted twice as a compliment : "So cute."

Ye Ye: Huh.

Ye Ye was killed time and time again by Uncle Bian, who loved his beauty.

Before going to bed at night, Ye Ye originally wanted to hug Bian Ling to sleep, but Uncle Bian flicked his forehead to stop him: "Don't move around."

Ye Ye could only hold his little quilt tightly, and lie flat with Uncle Bian at a distance, as if it was fake that you and I were groping each other.

Mature uncles are really different.

Ye Ye sighed again, a half-grown child sleeps once and it's his own, uncle can't.

Bian Ling leaned forward and turned off the bedside lamp, and the huge room was suddenly plunged into darkness, only a little bit of moonlight seeped in from the undrawn bed curtain.

"Uncle Bian." The little boy said in the dark silence, "Shall we have breakfast together tomorrow?"

Bian Ling recalled tomorrow's arrangement and said, "I'm afraid it won't work."

Uncle Bian is so cruel and ruthless, Ye Yeweng replied angrily: "Okay."

The darkness makes people's hearing very sharp, Bian Ling heard the frustration in Ye Ye's tone, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I will wake up very early tomorrow."

He had gradually adapted to the darkness, so he accurately captured Ye Ye's eyes that lit up for a moment, and then he continued: "If you can get up."

Ye Ye smiled slyly in the dark night.

In a love relationship with disparity in status, the retreat of the high-ranking person hides the traces of being tempted, so Ye Ye accepted Bian Shen's small concession with peace of mind and happily, and hugged Uncle Bian with honey for a while. Promiscuous relatives.

When Ye Ye woke up the next day, it was still dark, he keenly heard the rubbing sound of clothes, got up from the bed in the dark, and called Uncle Bian in a daze.

Bian Ling turned on the bedside lamp and looked back, and saw Ye Yemi sitting on the bed with a messy hair, the warm yellow light illuminated the little boy's hazy eyebrows and eyes, and his voice was milky because he hadn't fully woken up yet. , full of soft dependence.

Then the little boy suddenly laughed, triumphantly as if he had caught something good: "Uncle Bian, I got up on time."

This scene suddenly had some unrealistic warmth and intimacy, and Bian Ling was stunned for a moment, giving him the illusion that he and Ye Ye could spend a longer time.

Or maybe it's not an illusion.

Perhaps it was because Bian Shen began to take over the business of the enterprise on his own, or maybe it was because the storyline officially kicked off, Uncle Bian was no longer so busy as a supporting role, and Ye Ye began to have more opportunities to know about Uncle Bian's personal life.

Most of the time, Ye Ye is still a little singer singing with a guitar in a bar, living in a small broken apartment with legs that can't be stretched straight, and going to eat street food with Luo Yan at noon.

Then on some nights—the nights with shorter and shorter days, Ye Ye would happily get into the expensive black car, throw himself into Uncle Bian's arms, and get a day trip to a high-end hotel and a delicate and delicious Western-style breakfast.

He had a lot of breakfast with Uncle Bian and spent a lot of nights. He even learned to tie a beautiful Windsor Knot following the video - he tried it out with Luo Yan, and then in the early morning after Bian Ling put on his shirt, he came out to perform for him. He sees.

He grumbled with his toothbrush in his mouth, triumphantly: "I'll tie you a tie."

Bian Ling didn't stop him, but just looked down at the little boy frowning with a toothbrush in his mouth, and was seriously tossing his tie over and over again. Finally, he clapped his hands in satisfaction and pulled himself to the mirror: "Okay, I think it's the same as in the video. .”

Bian Ling looked up and said, "When did you learn it?"

Ye Ye thought for a while: "Two days ago." Then he raised his eyebrows and said with a somewhat unspeakable meaning, "I learned it by watching videos with my colleagues."

Bian Ling didn't care who that colleague was, and slightly adjusted the position of the tie in the mirror, and squinted at Ye Ye who was waiting for praise with a half-smile: "Little clever."

"Go look at the bedside table."

Uncle Bian is a generous benefactor, every time he can send some small gifts ingeniously, Ye Ye doesn't take Joe, he takes whatever he gives, and when he hears this, he goes to open the bedside table.

There was only a small blue velvet gift box in the drawer. Ye Ye thought it might be a necklace and bracelet, but when he opened the lid of the gift box, he saw only a delicate silver key lying quietly in it.

Ye Ye was stunned for two seconds, then looked back at Bian Ling.

"The key to my house." Bian Ling looked at him, "If you want to come."

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