The seventh rule of the male god

——Time will heal wounds, but it will not make scars disappear.

21 points.

Qi Liubai drove slowly into the villa in a white Aston Martin. The spacious garden was trimmed symmetrically. Filipino maids wore European-style black and white uniforms, shuttled through the night lights, and someone stepped forward to drive the car into the garage.

The entire villa area was brightly lit, like daytime.

The snow-white plaster exterior walls of the house are covered with fine reliefs, the Doric white marble pillars are solemn and elegant, and emerald green vines hang back and forth from the golden tips on the wrought iron railings, and occasionally green leaves hang down from the spreading emerald green.

This kind of building has the characteristics and flavor of Renaissance architecture.

My mother hasn't come back yet, probably she was invited away by that noble lady, so she escaped a catastrophe, went upstairs all the way, returned to the bedroom, took a shower and took out her mobile phone to send a text message to Yun Changfeng.

[I have arrived home safely, don't worry, pay attention to rest, see you at school tomorrow, and good night. 】

Qi Liubai typed these words without thinking about them, and only when he came back to his senses did he say these words. There was a strong breath of love in them. He read them for a while, then edited with a frown, and deleted all words one by one. Only two words 'good night' were left.

Then he felt something was wrong, and clicked the delete button twice, only the black vertical lines kept flashing in the message box, Qi Liubai lay on the bed a little weakly, staring blankly at the screen of the phone with beautiful light brown eyes, and finally the slender index finger Tapped the nine keys five times in a row.

92626 - WANAN

【Good night】

Not long after, the other party sent a message and replied very quickly, probably typed it casually without any thought and then clicked send, Qi Liubai could imagine the corner of the other party's mouth curled up slightly, evil and gentle.

【Good dream. 】

Qi Liubai stood up and looked at the two words. His black hair was still wet, and a drop of water fell from the tip of his hair and hit the screen. Because the water was covering the handwriting, the handwriting was blurred and unclear. He tilted his head and looked blankly for a while. Yes, I didn't wipe it off.

Heck, it's the first time in my life that I fell in love with someone who was actually a man.

Laughing for some unknown reason, Qi Liubai lay down again, bent his hand and put the phone under the pillow, turned on his side, and fell into a deep sleep.

Seven o'clock sharp.

Qi Liubai woke up on time, washed up, and changed into Godska's school uniform. When he got downstairs, Qi's mother was sitting at the dining table eating.

She looks like an elegant vampire in the Middle Ages, her face carries the fatal temptation of a mature woman. Although she is over forty years old, she does not look old.

She has a very beautiful name, a word about the world of mortals can break through the beauty - Yan Yuehua.

Such a woman has the youthful elegance and the elegance of the years.

It's no wonder that his father has never cheated and is consistent, but it seems that his mother is chasing his father?In fact, it doesn't matter.

Qi Liubai stood at the dining table, did not act cute to his mother as usual, put it down after taking a sip of porridge, took a box of milk from the table, and planned to leave: "Mom, I'm leaving first."

Yan Yuehua raised his eyes, and his beautiful Danfeng eyes hung up, looking at his own child, which had already rotted before reaching maturity.

She sighed softly, and her compassionate eyes rested on him. As a mother, she seemed to have expected something, and her heart began to throb: "Liu Bai, your heart is messed up."

Her voice is like a cloud in the setting sun, with a kind of sadness in the evening and tiredness of disgusting the world of mortals.

Qi Liubai paused, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips, smiling cynically. When he left, his black hair curled up gracefully in the air.

"Yes, mother."

If there is any way to do it, let it be messed up when you are in a mess.

He doesn't care anyway.

Anyway, it should be his, it should be his.

Yan Qihua stared blankly at Qi Liubai's almost identical smile to that person's, it was this kind of smile that made her jump into the flame without hesitation.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized or was willing to realize that her and his children had really grown up.

Also really rotten.

Anyone who is linked to love is rotting little by little.

Seven forty.

"Hey~ Liu Bai, did you sleep well last night?"

In front of the vermilion-lacquered school gate, teenagers and girls in school uniforms entered the school one after another, and the disciplinary committee at the gate checked the students' clothes.

There is a beautiful smile on the corner of his mouth, and his every move shows his good family education and perfect cultivation.

Ordinary female students would look at him shyly from time to time, and when he smiled back, he would look away instantly, his cheeks flushed.

Even those arrogant and domineering noble ladies became gentle and careless in front of him, including some teenagers, they all felt that the seniors in front of him were incredibly gentle.

Yun Changfeng rubbed a girl's wrist that hurt from scratching just now, and saw Qi Liubai driving a new car parked on the school road. It was stylish and beautiful, it seemed to be a Koenigsegg.

The owner of the car bent his long legs, as if being elongated by the camera, and his every move was eye-catching and handsome.

The collar of the white shirt inside his uniform was slightly opened, and the ordinary campus uniform was worn by him to give it the texture of a dress, and his gaze on Yun Changfeng was lost by more than half in an instant.

"sleep good."

Qi Liubai stood beside Yun Changfeng, and replied naturally: "Honey, would you like a good morning kiss?"

Seven forty-five.

When Yun Changfeng reacted, he was pushed against the wall behind by Qi Liubai.

Lips and teeth blend together, the tip of a strange tongue passes through the mouth, and the faint taste of milk, gentle and hasty, warm and reserved, like a gypsy passionate girl, like a long-planned hot affair, the collision creates chaos The decadent eroticism is full of strong exotic taste.

Superb kissing skills, provocative, teasing, like the gorgeous eyes of a noble concubine in the Tang Dynasty, Yun Changfeng smiled back and kissed.

The milk tastes like pure lily of the valley, stimulating a more deadly temptation.

Seven fifty.

"Bing - game over."

The kiss lasted for about a minute, ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him, Yun Changfeng tore off his collar, and rested his chin on Qi Liubai's left shoulder, his low voice was like the reverberation of a cello, curling and lonely slowly and ambiguously.

"What does it matter, at least they all know that I'm yours, well, or you're mine."

Qi Liubai answered casually, and followed Yun Changfeng's movement of leaning on his shoulders, wrapping his arms around his waist, and moving to his side.

The two male bodies collided fiercely, and Yun Changfeng clearly felt a hard object pressing against his lower abdomen.

"Honey, it's hard."

Qi Liubai's voice was low, a little inadvertently hoarse, his eyes raised up ambiguously, extremely evil, with a bit of seductive ambiguity, and the movement of his eyes was damn sexy, he pushed forward, strongly suggestive.

Under such circumstances, Yun Changfeng couldn't help but want to swear, anyone, as long as they stand in a suitable position, they can see their current appearance.

"Qi Liubai, you're playing too big."

A low laugh overflowed from his lips, Yun Changfeng pushed Qi Liubai away abruptly, Qi Liubai stepped back indifferently, smiling cynically.

Some students stopped around as if nothing, with a heart of gossip but did not dare to approach.

Just at this time, the school bell rang, it was a waltz in D major, and the people around disappeared in an instant, and some who were unwilling to leave were dragged away by their friends.

Just kidding, young master Qi won't remember when there are many people, but he will remember at a glance if there are fewer people. Don't blame me for not reminding you next time you are retaliated against.

"Yun Changfeng, shall we go see the stars at night?"

Qi Liubai didn't continue the topic just now, looked at Yun Changfeng who was leaning against the wall, and remembered that he was leaning against the wall like this that night, exuding undisciplined elegance, like a cluster of beautiful fireworks in the dark night.

"I--"

Looking at the young man in front of him, Yun Changfeng suddenly felt a little guilty, and was interrupted by Qi Liubai's faint voice after he uttered a word.

"Didn't we agree to go together the day before yesterday?"

"……it is good."

Hearing his voice, Qi Liubai just glanced at him, turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Yun Changfeng looked at his back, and suddenly slumped down from the wall weakly, his profile was indifferent.

This ambiguous game is finally coming to an end.

Time to end.