Beauty burst table

Xie Lingqiao was lying on his stomach, and just turned to a photo of the photographer of the City of Glass. The picture is a very original piece of green. It is a glass building complex located among the lush evergreen forests. It is gray, damp and fresh. .

Hearing his name being called, calling him Qiao Qiao, his thoughts were pulled back from the picture in an instant, and when he looked back, he saw a young man in white clothes and black trousers, but he was the second son of the family, Shang Yuting.

Shang Yuting originally looked flirtatious, his eyes were sentimental and moist peach blossom eyes, and his usual dressing style couldn't match that of a good family man, but today he dressed plainly (?) a bit more simply.Just like he just broke up with his girlfriend a week ago, her girlfriend cried and scolded the scumbag, and his old stomach disease relapsed and he was hospitalized.

Shang Yuting had an appointment with some friends today, and it was time to set off. When he arrived at the living room, he saw Xie Lingqiao lying here with his little feet swaying, and his heart couldn't help itching.

There is really no way, his Qiao Qiao is beautiful, even his feet are so beautiful - Shang Yuting couldn't help thinking so intoxicated.

But he was really in a hurry to set off, so he just called out to Xie Lingqiao, and when he walked to the other side, he rubbed the other side's head, admiring the beauty up close, and set off without much delay.

"..." Xie Lingqiao's hair was rubbed so that a bunch of hairs were blown up and dangled on top of his head.With his face, it was a little more lively and cute, but it was messy, Xie Lingqiao felt like a golden lion king, so he did it himself and smoothed it out.

There was also a trace of helplessness in his brows and eyes, and his two snow-white hands were about to close the magazine and sit up.

Among the people he met, Shang Yuting was the only one who liked to touch his head so much, and, strictly speaking, he and Shang Yuting had really known each other for only a few days...

After sitting up, he was cross-legged, his hair was still slightly messy, but it was casual and soft, and he looked like he could breathe freely without restraint.When the sky outside was not yet dark, looking out from the door, several white clouds rolled together, forming a lazy and irregular polygon.

Xie Lingqiao was wearing a loose white T with animal patterns, and a pair of ripped trousers underneath. He was originally dressed in a humble way, but his waist was extremely thin, and his legs and feet were all attractive. He sat cross-legged on the carpet like this, It will make people think of the dolls in the window that are so delicate that people dare not touch them; if they fall into the eyes of boys with ulterior motives or Teddy, it will have another meaning.

He looks much softer than Yun Ke.

When Shang Heng came in from the outside, what he saw was such a silhouette of Xie Lingqiao.This is not the appearance of his father's wife, she is so tender that people can't bear the respect of elders at all, but she is so soft that it can arouse some unseen desires.

Shang Heng stood there, his tall figure against a part of the light.In his pupils, there is also a slender leg of a young boy, well-proportioned with flesh and blood--bare, white and greasy feet like freshly washed water chestnuts.

Sometimes, a pair of beautiful and youthful feet can touch people's heartstrings more than a straightforward face and stir up a prairie fire.

At this time, the young man has not done anything yet, so it is not time to start a prairie fire.

Xie Lingqiao held the magazine in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw Shang Heng's figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his height should be at least 1.8 meters [-]. When he looked up, he saw the focused eyes of the other party.It's because he's so focused.

"... are you back?" The atmosphere seemed a little awkward, Xie Lingqiao felt that he was being looked at a little bit, and suspected that it was just his own illusion, so he talked to the other party first as a matter of necessity.

When he spoke, his expression didn't fluctuate much, and he couldn't see the embarrassment in his heart.

Last time, that night, Shang Heng also stared at him for a moment, or maybe more than a moment, then turned around and left without saying anything, making people puzzled.

And this time...

Shang Heng, the eldest son of the family, walked up to Xie Lingqiao, squatted down, and looked parallel to Xie Lingqiao.

Xie Lingqiao was forced to look at each other at this distance.He blinked.

Through the door, above the sky that can be seen, the white clouds are slowly blown away by the wind. The summer, blazing sun breaks through the clouds and continues to sweep into the stretching city, bringing heat, restlessness and floating Ambiguously.

Xie Lingqiao sat cross-legged on the ground, her slender waist could not be covered even by a fat white T, and she looked at each other quietly with her unstained eyes.

He was suddenly grabbed by a foot.

What you hold is the arch of the foot.The man's hand was on it, kneading and pressing, lightly, again, ignoring the subconscious curling up of this foot.

"...What are you doing?" Xie Lingqiao frowned, his voice was always soft, and he unconsciously grabbed a corner of the magazine in his hand.

Shang Heng had already let go of his hand, as if he had just made a casual and casual movement, he looked at Xie Lingqiao with a serious and natural expression, "Measure the size of your feet, I plan to give you a gift. "He also looked at the young man's feet, which were rarely burned, but now they have recovered so that almost no traces can be seen.

Gift?Send shoes?

But Xie Lingqiao is neither a player nor a girl, nor does he have a habit of collecting shoes. Why did he give him shoes for no reason?

He was about to politely refuse, but Shang Heng stood up, as if he didn't want to stay for a long time.He was just passing by the living room, and he still had to go back to his room to deal with his own affairs.

So Xie Lingqiao was left alone in the living room.

He couldn't help rubbing his hair, feeling that it's not a good idea to stay in this living room where anyone can pass by and often passes by.

Why don't you go back to your room, he thought.

Well, go back to your room, at least in your own room, you won't pass by one person for a while, and then another person for a while.So he got up from the carpet, put on his slippers first, and then went back to his room.

After returning to the room, it was much quieter, because there was no one around, only he was here; and Shang Yuting who went out just now, it is impossible to come back so soon.

It is easy for a person to feel relaxed when he stays in a private space that only belongs to him, such as the home he grew up in.

Naturally, this place is not Xie Lingqiao's, but it is also his own space, so when he sat back on the bed, he couldn't help stretching.Big lazy.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.I don't know who is knocking on the door outside.

Xie Lingqiao stopped stretching for a moment. He turned his head and looked towards the door, "Come in."

A figure of a young girl appeared from behind the pushed open door. The girl looked like she had just graduated, and she was the nanny Xiaojia.Xiao Jia saw Xie Lingqiao sitting idly in the room, her eyes flickered, she lowered her head, and asked:

"Madam, the orchids on the balcony are about to wither, should we continue to grow them, or uproot them and throw them away?" She spoke to Xie Lingqiao in a more normal tone than before.

The orchid... seems to be raised by the original Xie Lingqiao.

Because the years are long, and her husband Shang Chongli's heart is not on him, he grows flowers to pass the time. Otherwise, the days and nights that cannot be loved are so cold and unbearable, even in the hottest summer. In the ice cellar...

"Try to see if you can save it, don't throw it away." Xie Lingqiao said.

"Okay." Xiao Jia responded, and stopped disturbing Xie Lingqiao, stepped back first, and closed the door by the way.

Xie Lingqiao had some books casually scattered on the bed to pass the time. He was flipping through the magazine just now and was not interested in continuing to read it, so he looked around the remaining books, intending to copy a random one into his hand according to his interest.

At this moment, someone called him, because the ringer rang once, then rang again.

I don't know who called him at this time... Xie Lingqiao took the phone over, and the caller was Shang Chongli.The slag attacked Shang Chongli.

After pressing the connect button, Xie Lingqiao put the phone to his ear, and Shang Chongli's usual calm and magnetic voice was transmitted from the earpiece, which was not much different from the usual sound:

"Accompany me to Ruyan's wedding next week, remember to dress decently."

The tone was still commanding, and cold, as if he was talking to a stranger who didn't like him very much.

If it was the original body, hearing such a tone, he would feel sad secretly in his heart. Xie Lingqiao would not feel sad if he didn't love the other party.

"En." Xie Lingqiao spoke more concisely than Shang Chongli.He knew that Ruyan was Shang Chongli's cousin.

Shang Chongli was over there. Hearing Xie Lingqiao's reply, he paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little more sarcastic: "Are you dumb? Can't you say a few more words?"

"..." A big question mark appeared in Xie Lingqiao's heart. The relationship between them is obviously so stiff, so what more should I say... But at this moment, he suddenly remembered...

"I may not have the right clothes."

After Shang Chongli and Xie Lingqiao got married, although Xie Lingqiao was allowed to live in this house, he never gave him money, let alone took him to buy clothes. He was actually wearing the same old clothes—Xie Lingqiao's original body The family is actually not bad, a well-off family, but the quality of clothes seems inappropriate for Shang Chongli's wife, or the young husband to attend important occasions.

Especially this important occasion was the wedding of Shang Chongli's close relatives.Xie Lingqiao vaguely felt that it was not appropriate, so she talked to Shang Chongli about it.

"Prepare yourself, don't bother me."

——Shang Chongli dropped the last sentence, hung up the phone, and was very impatient to hear the voice.

It's just a set of clothes... However, Xie Lingqiao may not have the money to buy it for the time being.This becomes a problem.

If you have time these days, think about how to solve it.Xie Lingqiao sighed slightly in his heart, and put the phone aside.He didn't look depressed, but his eyes were still clear and bright.

When he was alone in the room, time passed faster.In the afternoon, he ate dinner in his room.

After nightfall, he found a slow-paced movie to watch, and halfway through, the phone rang again.

After he connected, a strange male voice came over: "Hello? You're Qiao Qiao? The same is written in the note of Shang Yuting's address book."

"I am." Xie Lingqiao replied slightly confused.

"Then come and pick him up quickly! He's drunk and keeps calling your name, and he's still drinking. He's drunk too much..."