Beauty burst table

When being led down the stairs by Shang Yuting, Xie Lingqiao paused, and he suddenly remembered that the moon pot seemed to be an object that the original body liked and cherished very much.

It is full of emotion, even if this emotion is worthless in the eyes of some people.

"Wait, I'll go back first." Xie Lingqiao thought of this, pursed his lower lip, said something to Shang Yuting, turned around and went back. Before Shang Yuting could answer, he saw that someone had already left him a The back that is gradually going away.

Xie Lingqiao's back is very thin, but just right, with a slender waist. When walking in a hurry, the waist was obviously not swayed intentionally, but the person is like a slender leaf floating on the clear and translucent water.

Shang Yuting stared at the back, until the person disappeared around the corner after a while, he came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and felt a strong excitement filling his nerves, this excitement came suddenly, but he felt so Of course.

——It's so damn beautiful, how did he find out today that his little wife, his father, is so beautiful?

Just looking at the back view makes people feel infinitely happy. It's like spring is approaching and a hundred flowers are in full bloom. A romantic concert has automatically started in Shang Yuting's heart.

There was a faint light in his eyes, and he glanced at the corner where Xie Lingqiao disappeared with emotion——

cute little mom.

He decided to go back to his room and wait for him.After all, he has already managed to get him to live in his own room as a partition, so for the next period of time, they will be living in the same room even if rounded up.

Xie Lingqiao climbed the stairs and returned to the door of the room they had just left that belonged to him. He stopped and saw that the door had been closed from the inside. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Tee, Tee.

After a few seconds, the door was pulled open from the inside, and a refreshing face that was easy to like was revealed. It was Fang Jin who opened the door. Fang Jin was surprised when he saw Xie Lingqiao, "It's you ah……"

The tone is a friendly attitude towards strangers, perhaps because the relationship between them is a bit complicated, and there is a little embarrassment of suppression.

"Well, I'll get something."

Xie Lingqiao nodded his head, his voice was soft, because of his age, he still had a childishness that hadn't faded.He is not yet an adult, so his voice is naturally not mature enough.

Fang Jin let Xie Lingqiao in, with a more stable gesture than Xie Lingqiao's gestures. It is a kind of temperament that people who are good at observation and analysis have cultivated in the society, and sometimes they are very attractive to specific audiences.Compared with Xie Lingqiao's aura, it was still Qingzhi.

Married status, to be placed on Xie Lingqiao, no matter how you look at it, it is quite inconsistent - it is said that Shang Chongli is his husband, but in fact, this husband is indeed old enough to be his father.

His husband, Shang Chongli, was on the phone on the balcony, so he didn't pay attention here, so he didn't see Xie Lingqiao come back.

Xie Lingqiao came back for the moon jar. After he came in, he naturally didn't waste much time. He found a larger glass container on the table, squatted down with it, and picked up the fragments of the moon jar on the ground one by one.Fortunately, the jars were broken into relatively large pieces, so it was not difficult to pick them up.

When he squatted on the ground to pick up these fragments, he felt a gaze move from his back to his face.Xie Lingqiao didn't pay much attention, he quickly put them away and was about to leave when he heard the young man's gentle and polite voice behind him:

"Have you ever been in contact with plastic surgery?" Fang Jin asked him.

Micro plastic...

Neither Xie Lingqiao himself nor the original body had ever had plastic surgery, let alone micro-plastic surgery. Xie Lingqiao didn't know why the other party suddenly asked such a question, but he truthfully replied: "No."

"So that's it." Fang Jin carefully traced the facial features and outline of Xie Lingqiao's side face with his eyes, nodded, and said with a smile: "Then you are welcome to play next time."

"En." Xie Lingqiao responded, and walked out of the room with the container.The gaze fell on his back again, but was quickly withdrawn.

Xie Lingqiao had just stepped out of the door and turned to the stairs when Shang Chongli just finished answering the phone and turned back from the balcony.

"Just now, um, your wife is here." Fang Jin hesitated for a while, still half-closed his eyes, and said to Shang Chongli like this.

The same-sex marriageable background in this world calls the already restrictive rules, but sometimes implicitly refers to the slightly weaker party as "wife".

"What is he here for?" Shang Chongli frowned when he heard that Xie Lingqiao had come just now, as if Xie Lingqiao could ruin his mood in an instant.

"Maybe as a souvenir, he picked up all the pieces of the broken artwork."

"Pick up all the garbage, huh..." Shang Chongli sneered, as if he was too lazy to talk about Xie Lingqiao any more, he sat down on the bed with great determination, and hugged Fang Jin's waist, and Fang Jin snuggled up to him arms.

The sitting posture of the two is so intimate.The atmosphere instantly changed.

And after Xie Lingqiao returned with the fragments of the moon jar—to the place where he returned to the stairs just now, he found that Shang Yuting was still waiting for him patiently.

Shang Yuting glanced at the thing in Xie Lingqiao's hand, and saw that it was the fragments of the broken thing just now. He probably knew that it was something his father bought for Xie Lingqiao before.

I didn't expect that even if it was broken, Xie Lingqiao would pick it up, maybe he would keep it...

Tsk, so cherished, it seems that he really loves his father...

How did he know that Xie Lingqiao had no real love for his father at all, he was just being a stranger, and picking up the pieces was naturally not for his father who came back with the white moonlight.

Shang Yuting took Xie Lingqiao back to his room.

Shang Yuting's room is on the second floor, near the stairs. Next door is the room of the youngest son of the family, the seventh of the seven brothers. At this time, the seventh child has not finished school yet.

After entering Shang Yuting's room, as soon as the two of them sat down, a middle-aged woman brought over a meal that should have just been prepared, it was Chinese food, and it was steaming hot.

The woman serving the meals is the nanny of the family.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Just asked them to make it for you." Shang Yuting helped Xie Lingqiao's shoulder, and pointed his chin at the food that was being carefully arranged by the nanny, with a little too much enthusiasm.

But the intensity of the enthusiasm was somehow, and not too out of the ordinary.

It's just that this change of attitude was really fast, obviously he had never paid attention to the original body before.

The food is delicious, delicious, and I don't know if it was made by the nanny in front of me.Although Xie Lingqiao is not very interested in eating, and the food in his mouth is often tasteless, but in order to replenish his physical strength and meet his basic survival needs, he will of course eat.

"...Thank you." Xie Lingqiao happened to be hungry, so he thanked Shang Yuting, and then he was about to eat with chopsticks, but there was a man's hand in his sight, a white and slender hand, probably because he was pampered since he was a child Raised out.

Shang Yuting had already handed over the chopsticks to Xie Lingqiao.

"Hey, mom."

"..." Xie Lingqiao recalled the way the people in this family treated Yuanshen. It seemed that no one had such a proactive attitude towards Yuanshen. He blinked, and although he was slightly puzzled, he still took the chopsticks, thanked him softly, and then paused. He nodded, and couldn't help but ask:

"Can you stop calling me little mom?"

Mom or something, I always feel that I am not calling him a man, but he is obviously a man, but he is legally married to another man, that is, the father of the young man in front of him.

Xie Lingqiao was really not used to being called "little mother" and "little mother".

"Oh?" Shang Yuting narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking at Xie Lingqiao with great interest, "If you don't call me Xiaoma...I remember your name...Then, I will call you Qiaoqiao?"

He still remembered Xie Lingqiao's name after a while, because he didn't pay much attention to it before.

"Okay." Xie Lingqiao replied, picking up vegetables with chopsticks.It is easier to accept this slightly intimate word for him.

"Okay, Jojo."

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Although the partition where Xie Lingqiao lived was separated from Shang Yuting's by a wall, it was actually still in Shang Yuting's room. There was a small door on that wall without a lock for easy access.

And the real door of the bedroom was on Shang Yuting's side, so strictly speaking, if Xie Lingqiao wanted to go out, he had to go through the door of Shang Yuting's room.

After lunch, Xie Lingqiao went back to his cubicle. He had the habit of taking a nap at Fengyin Bridge, so he habitually lay down on the bed to take a nap.

No one disturbed him, and the separated space was quiet for the time being. He lay on the bed, and soon his consciousness became blurred and he fell asleep.

He didn't take a nap for a long time before, and this time he didn't know if he had just entered the new world and new body, and he encountered the messy scene just now. He was a little tired, so he slept a little longer unconsciously. When he slowly opened his eyes again and looked at Yuan's phone screen, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Xie Lingqiao rubbed his slightly messy hair and woke up from the haze.It was already summer, he didn’t have two clothes on his body, and he took off and put on quickly. After putting on his clothes, he groped to find a floor-to-ceiling mirror and a comb, combed his hair, and went through the small door in the middle to open the real door.

Shang Yuting is no longer here, and he doesn't know where he went.Xie Lingqiao opened the door smoothly and walked out wearing slippers.

Because this room is near the stairs, as soon as Xie Lingqiao came out, he happened to meet the middle-aged nanny standing there chatting with a young girl who was dressed more plainly. The two probably happened to meet each other, and they chatted away.

"You mean we call him Mrs., or something else?"

"Call him whatever you want. Mr. Shang doesn't like him. Obviously Mr. Fang is the one Mr. Shang cares about. So it doesn't matter whether it's Zhang Lingqiao or Xie Lingqiao, Mrs. or Mr...."

In his tone, he was clearly contemptuous of Xie Lingqiao.

Unexpectedly, the two people who were talking about Xie Lingqiao here happened to see Xie Lingqiao coming out at this moment, and they were bumped into by Xie Lingqiao himself, and their expressions froze at the same time.

About to feel a little embarrassed.