Money money

He and Shazi came out of a Maocai restaurant, and the two of them were instantly blown by the cold wind. The wind could be heard loudly, and the trees on both sides of the street were blown straight to one direction.

Ye Qian checked the weather forecast on his phone while putting on his coat, "Why do I feel like it's going to rain?"

"No way, it's going to be a big sun tomorrow." Sha Sha leaned over to him and watched, "Hey, it's still early to rain at twelve o'clock in the evening, so don't be afraid."

"Yeah." Ye Qian put the phone back in his pocket, pulled up his collar, and zipped his coat to the top, covering the area from his chin to the bridge of his nose.

There was a smell of sweat pouring into the nostrils, which was stinky, but it was better than eating a mouthful of dust.

"Are you going home directly now?" Sand asked.

"No," Ye Qian said in a muffled voice, "I went to Yin Moxiang's house. I haven't been there for four or five days. I don't have time to go to the barbecue tomorrow. I'll clean up for him later and go home. Professionalism is not."

"You haven't been there for four or five days and you still have professionalism? But why haven't you been there for so long? Shouldn't you be eager to run to his house every day? I feel that you are a little hot for 3 minutes, Ye Qianer." Sha Zi Shrinking his neck, his eyes were narrowed by the wind, and he had to raise his hands to cover them.

Ye Qian tilted his head and leaned against him, and replied, "You don't understand."

"Why don't I understand?" Sha Sha gave him half of his windshield hand, and whispered, "I know, Ye Qian'er, are you playing hard to get with him? Be warm for a few days and then be cold for a while, aren't you?" ?”

"I can't see the way," Ye Qian pushed his hand down and clicked his tongue, "I don't want to discuss emotional tactics with you straight boy and celibate."

"Cut," Sha Zi raised his head, "Brother, when you were in love, you still... ah bah!" Shazi took two mouthfuls of dirt that had been blown into his mouth and lowered his body, shouting: "Fuck, this gust of wind is a bit strong."

Ye Qian also lowered his head and shouted: "Well, it's too big, no, I'm going over there, you should hurry up and get a ride."

"Okay," Sha Sha stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, "Remember to come here early tomorrow, we have to buy food."

"Yeah." Ye Qian ran to the intersection and got into a taxi.With his face shaved numbly, he raised his hand and rubbed it, followed by two heavy sneezes.

"Wear more clothes when you go out these two days, young man, it's time to cool down." The driver uncle reminded him lovingly.

Ye Qian smiled and quickly said yes, a thin layer of sweat ran out of his body, he opened his jacket halfway to cool off, then took out his mobile phone and sent Yin Moxiang a WeChat message.

-Is it convenient for me to go to your house now?

Maybe because he was busy, Yin Moxiang didn't reply, but it doesn't matter, he has the key.After getting it last time, Yin Moxiang said that it was a spare for him to carry with him, and he was not afraid that one day he would move the valuables while no one was around.

There are a lot of things that look valuable in his house, some oddly shaped handicrafts, exquisitely framed paintings, he doesn't understand, anyway, it looks like a luxury, not to mention his belt watch can be put together. It's a lot of money, and if you change someone, you might really be tempted.

After all, he ran into a rich boss who was careless.

When he got to the apartment downstairs, he was blown by the wind as soon as he got out of the car door, and hurried into the building with his arms folded. He knocked on the door first and saw no one answered before taking the key to open the door and go in.

Still...as always...amazed him.Yin Moxiang's ability to create disaster scenes has improved, but maybe it's been too many days to clean up.

The window on the balcony was not closed tightly, and the wind blew in gusts, mixed with a foul smell. He tiptoed over to close the window, and turned his head to see the source of the smell... a basin of cat litter, There was a lump of poop inside that hadn't been buried.

Bai Xiaomiao, if you are so careless, will your father really not dislike you?

Well, you probably learned from him in your carelessness.

Ye Qian stared at it for a few seconds, but couldn't convince himself to deal with it. After thinking for a while, he opened the window and moved it to the balcony, and then closed the window again. Well, there was no wind and no smell.

The first step of doing housework with money is to take off your coat; the second step is to turn on the stereo; the third step is to roll up your sleeves and do it.

After doing it twice, he gained some experience, and it became easier to do it, and his chilly body began to sweat after a while.

When his housework was coming to an end, there was a sudden muffled "bang" outside the door, which interrupted his humming rhythm.Ye Qian put down the rag and stood up, walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

nobody?what happened?After struggling for a while, he carefully opened the door a crack.

"Hold!"

As soon as the slit was opened a little, half a hand suddenly came in from the outside, which made him slam the door shut reflexively and jumped back.

Nightmare?These big blood-red characters suddenly jumped out of his mind.

The door slammed heavily on his hand and then flicked. The hand was wet and dripping, and the fingertips moved slightly.

Ye Qian calmed down and took a closer look. This hand...why...it feels like...

He stepped forward and opened the door, and outside the door lay Yin Moxiang lying motionless on his back.

The scene of him fighting with others that night flashed through his mind, Ye Qian was short of breath, and immediately squatted down and lifted his head and shouted, "Yin Moxiang?"

He felt that he should be calm at this moment, but there was a tremor in his voice.

After dragging the person into the room, he repeatedly checked several times to confirm that he had no other injuries other than the one that was pinched by the door, and then his heart fell.

It smelled of alcohol, as if he was drunk, and came back from the rain, and his whole body was soaked, but when did it start to rain outside?

Why did Yin Moxiang get so drunk?Still playing tricks and scaring people outside, Ye Qian almost wanted to pick him up and beat him up.

His mood is a little complicated now.

Just now when he opened the door and saw Yin Moxiang lying outside, the feeling of being overwhelmed, the sudden panic and palpitations were strange to him, and it seemed to be beyond the scope of a little liking.

That... a little more than I like?

It seems that there is more than a little more.

If it was more than a little bit, then...it fell on him?

But if it falls, let it fall, and he won't suffer.

Half-dragged and half-dragged the man into the room, and threw him on the big bed... He originally wanted to hug the princess, but after trying it, he was a little powerless, mainly because the man didn't cooperate at all, otherwise he should be able to hug him of.

Undressing is obviously a good time to do something, but he is not that dishonest... In fact, it is because drunk people seem to know nothing, but most of them are conscious. He has a deep understanding of this, so he held back some If you want to have an eye addiction, eat some small tofu.

But this eye addiction is completely enough!This waist, this chest, these long legs, this... ahem, there was an indescribable reaction in a certain part of him.

Quickly wiped Yin Moxiang's body, Ye Qian covered the man with the quilt, went out and turned right to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Wanglaoji and drank it all in one go.

Didn't you say that you are afraid of getting angry and drinking Wanglaoji?Why does he still feel parched, and there is a fire in his body?Oh no, no jumping around, just jumping towards a certain place.

He drank another bottle and stood in front of the full refrigerator for a while before he felt better.

He took the safflower oil from the medicine box, went back to the room, poured the oil into the palm of his hand, and rubbed it gently on Yin Moxiang's wrist. Fortunately, a watch blocked the door and bumped it, so it was not serious.

But he still has a guilty conscience, won't he settle accounts with him when he wakes up tomorrow?He didn't mean to.

The way Yin Moxiang fell asleep drunk was a little different from the way he fell asleep in the car last time. His brows were slightly frowned, his eyelashes fluttered, his face was flushed, and the corners of his mouth were quietly pursed, very...fuck/ The energy came up again.

Ye Qian quickly averted his gaze, swallowed his saliva hastily, almost choked, looked down again, and saw that his hand, which was applying medicine to others, had already been out of track, twiddling his slender fingers unconsciously, and the three hands of the two of them stretched from the gap between the fingers to the The nails are covered with shiny medicated oil.

He reluctantly let go, wiped off the excess with paper and put his hands under the quilt.

Such a Yin Moxiang, how should I put it, should it be the sight of changing from a prince to a sleeping beauty?She is cute and cute, making him want to keep watching and watching, wanting to kiss and kiss...

Heart is worse than action.

He stood up gently, bent down lightly, gently pressed his hands on both sides of his body, and gently placed a kiss on that lips, a careful kiss.

The moment he kissed him, his mind went blank, as if someone had dropped a bomb, boom! ...

who am I?

where am I?

what am i doing?

who am I?

where am I?

what am i doing?

Ye Qian opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the roof of his room, the square ceiling made of cement paste, several interlaced slender cracks, and mottled groups of corroded marks.

Yin Moxiang.

The name popped into his head.

"Hmm..." He sat up and stretched a lot. This sleep was really comfortable and refreshed.

Sitting on the bed and reminiscing for a while, he found that he had forgotten how he got home, and everything from that kiss...all selective.

Leaning against the wall by the doorway was a black umbrella, not his.

After continuing to post for a while, he pulled out the charged phone and clicked on the photo album. There were about 360 photos of Yin Moxiang's sleeping face from various angles... [-] degrees without dead ends.

After a few rounds of appreciation, he called Shasha, but he didn't answer. The meeting time was 08:30, and the guy was probably still asleep.He sent a text message instead, telling him that he was not going to the barbecue today.

Yin Moxiang got so drunk yesterday, got caught in the rain, and was pinched by himself and injured his right hand. He was a little worried, not a little, but very worried, and wanted to see him very much, immediately, immediately.

It was just dawn, and a rooster was crowing alone in the yard, but most of the people hadn't gotten up yet, and neither had the old woman.Ye Qian walked out of the courtyard with light steps.

There was no car outside at this time. He walked to the bus stop and waited for half an hour to get on the first bus at [-]:[-]. He got off at a stop near Yin Moxiang's home. He went to the supermarket to buy some for breakfast. Only then did he carry the ingredients to his house.

It was so early, he didn't even think that Yin Moxiang might have gotten up, he directly opened the door with the key, went in lightly, put his things away before heading to the bedroom.

When he passed the bathroom, he heard a slight sound of water coming from inside. Bai Xiaomiao is back?Or did the faucet not turn off when he left last night?

With doubts, he pushed open the half-closed door, and his head exploded when it came into contact with the scene inside... exploded...

This, this, this... Fuck!

Yin Moxiang sat in the bathtub filled with water, facing the door, raised his head, closed his eyes, rested one hand on the edge of the bathtub, and put the other under his body, breathing slightly through his nose.

This expression, this movement, it is impossible for him not to guess what he is doing... This activity, he just carried out after returning home last night.

Yin Moxiang's face was gradually blurred in the water vapor, leaving only a silhouette. Ye Qian pinched the door frame, his throat tightened.

The person in the bathtub is completely immersed in his own world, and he doesn't find anyone breaking in. What should he do?His brain was spinning quickly, he now retreats to close the door and pick up his things and leave Yin Moxiang quickly, so he will not know that he has been here.

But what if you can't move your feet?

He is a normal young man in all respects, so early in the morning, he encountered such a blood-spitting scene, fuck it!

"Um……"

As if reaching a certain point of excitement, Yin Moxiang uttered a hasty groan, which hit his eardrum directly.

Ye Qian's mind fluttered for a moment, and when he focused his gaze again, he bumped into someone's eyes that suddenly opened.

The author has something to say:

My brain has crashed, money is waiting online—I accidentally ran into Boss Yin doing indescribable things in the big bathtub of his house, what should I do? (urgent)