Run away after flirting with the male god

Song Bai mentioned the punishment of standing, but Yang Fan thought he was just joking, why stand in the corner?When he was a three-year-old child?

But...he didn't expect Song Bai to go home without saying a word, and his face changed slightly after smelling the smell in the air.

Yang Fan shook his fan and panicked for a while, fearing that he would smell something, but before he could open his mouth, Song Bai came over and pulled him up to stand in the corner. The speed made him feel bewildered, and he didn't remember to take a breath until he stood still. I looked at the time on the wall and found that he left work an hour early, yo?

"You really let me stand." He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at the man, and immediately punched the man.

"Huh?" Song Bai's face has always been meticulous and awe-inspiring. It's okay to smile on weekdays, but now his face is as straight as ice, and now he is looking down at him with a condescending attitude. Yang Fan bit his lower lip and felt fearful. , This fucking must be the kind of super invincible ice.

"I won't stand, I'm so childish." I was about to leave with a flick of my hand, but before I stepped out of my feet, someone's strong arm picked it up, and Song Bai stood beside him with his back straight and his hands clinging to the seam of his trousers , head raised slightly energetic.

Yang Fan looked at the man with a weird look and wanted to slap him, but he restrained himself rationally, because...he didn't want to make trouble.

"How long do you want to stand?" Since you can't beat him, then stand still, he will bet for at most 10 minutes.

He only heard the man's sexy and deep voice ringing in his ears: "Just stand for half an hour."

He blinked blankly and then turned his head: "Half an hour!"

Song Bai hummed, and said lightly: "In the future, if you continue to smoke, eat junk food, or make mistakes, you can stand in the corner, and you can take this opportunity to liberate your brain and relax, and you can also exercise your spine. It's the best of both worlds." Instead of?"

I'm sorry, but he didn't feel any joy anyway.

"Seeing that you usually don't exercise at home, just stand and look at the scenery outside."

Yang Fan shook his head like a rattle: "You can't do this to me!"

Song Bai glanced at him lightly, and said lightly, "Three minutes have passed."

It seemed that it would be impossible not to stand, Yang Fan stomped his foot and exhaled from his nose: "Hmph, then why are you standing still?"

"It's my fault for not taking care of you. I'll stand here too."

"..." Suddenly he didn't know whether to be touched or to cry, Yang Fan leaned his head against the wall and peeked at the man from time to time, saying, "I was just joking, and I don't talk like that to others."

"My grandparents live in a very regular rhythm, and they don't like unruly people." Seeing Yang Fan's chin raised in anger, Song Bai reached out and groped his cheek and found that it was so smooth that people couldn't stop, "I didn't mean You're not straight, it's just not good to be like this often."

"You are serious." There is no emotion.

Yang Fan twitched his lips and turned around and ran away. Song Bai came to chase him and lay down on the sofa with his arms in his arms and cried out for pain. The scar that was almost repaired made him cry like it was broken, and he cried while shouting: "You liar, when You're talking sweet words, and you're doing that to me now!"

"I, when did I say sweet words?" Song Bai thought for a while but couldn't remember what he said.

Yang Fan huddled up on the side of the sofa: "He said he wanted to be nice to me, but now he punishes me physically." He felt that the drama felt good today, so he secretly added [-] points to himself.

"Fanfan." With a lot of helplessness in his tone, Song Bai sat down and saw the young man move to the side. He grabbed the man's slender ankle and pulled him back. After a while, he pulled him back to his side, Song Bai After carefully checking that there was no blood oozing from Yang Fan's arm, he felt relieved, and said seriously: "I will graduate soon, don't be self-willed, no one outside will let you like me."

"But I just want to be willful in front of you." Outsiders can't see it even if they want to...

Song Bai can't help it, he has lived so well and behaved all the way, and now the person on the tip of his heart is in the opposite direction, and he is a little at a loss. Yang Fan's words made him smile and relieved his worries, and he leaned over and rubbed the other person. The forehead said: "Then today is my mistake."

Admitting his mistake too quickly, Yang Fan shrank his neck: "Really."

"But if you make a mistake, you should be punished, not as an example."

"What are you doing?"

Song Bai lowered his head and sniffed at the young man's neck. Because of the ambiguous posture, Yang Fan's heart fluttered for a while. He was hesitating whether to sacrifice his beauty again when he heard the man say, "You think I can't smell the smoke on your body. No, you smoke at home behind my back, right?"

Yang Fan received the teaching for about 10 minutes, and listened to Song Bai tell him about the harm of smoking to the body. For example, nicotine in tobacco is an addictive substance, and if you smoke too much, you will become dependent.

"If you quit in the future, it will cause you to have psychological symptoms such as depression, irritability, and lack of concentration, as well as physical discomfort such as nausea and headache."

Yang Fan picked out his ears, put his head on Song Bai's shoulder, and blew into his ear to answer: "These reactions are collectively called nicotine withdrawal syndrome in medicine, right?"

Song Bai looked at him deeply: "So you know."

Yang Fan shook his head: "I know, I know everything, next time I smoke, I will automatically stand in the corner."

Song Bai looked at Yang Fan for nearly 2 minutes without saying a word, then hugged him into his arms and apologized: "Fanfan, I'm sorry."

"Why do you have to apologize, you are doing it for my own good." This is all fucking love!

But there is a question that he needs to clarify: "Are you not used to being treated like a baby?" No, he can't stand this grievance, it's too much grievance!

Song Bai hugged him tightly, Yang Fan wanted to remind him to pay attention to his injured hand, but seeing that he lost control, he didn't say anything but hugged him back: "What's wrong with you."

"You are so cute, what if someone else takes a fancy to you outside?" Song Bai buried himself on Yang Fan's neck for a long time without raising his head, his heavy breathing brushed against the young man's skin and he felt trembling all over.

Yang Fan couldn't open his eyes when he laughed immediately, but he restrained himself considering the seriousness of the atmosphere: "You are so handsome and honest, what if you are spotted by other girls outside." The others are not afraid, just afraid of this. The man's brain is dumb and he can't understand the routines. When someone smashes down the pit, he will jump down the pit.

Obviously, both sides thought their opponents were too idiotic.

The two got tired of lying on the sofa for a long time. Song Bai stood up first and said to make dinner. Yang Fan blushed and lay on his side on the sofa. The moment of warmth was particularly intoxicating. He hooked Song Bai's pants with his fingers and said: " I want to eat spicy tofu."

"Okay, you wait."

Yang Fan watched the man put on the unshakable pink apron and enter the kitchen. The kitchen door was designed in a Japanese style, and half of it would be moved so that he could see it.Yang Fan turned over the phone with a smile and became more and more satisfied. Why didn't he find such a handsome and sexy person in his class before?

The phone screen flickered again and again. He opened it and saw that it was a text message sent by Su Yide. After reading a good word, Yang Fan got up and stretched his waist and walked to the kitchen. He quietly appeared behind the man and slowly wrapped his arms around His waist, white shirt + suit pants, has a muscular waist and abdomen. Under such a conservative match, there is a sexy man's body hidden. It smells and has a reassuring natural smell, which is probably a combination of soap locust and shower gel. The taste is really restrained and charming.

As a gay man, Yang Fan wanted to say to Song Bai: Man, you have successfully caught my attention.

"I'm going to work again."

"Is your hand okay?" Song Bai put down the knife and took a look at Yang Fan's left hand. It is said that he needs to use his hand, but is there a ten-centimeter fine mark on the back of the hand?

Yang Fan opened his five paws to let him see, and tiptoed slightly to look over the man's shoulders, and said: "This time, the teacher took the photos by himself, and the photos are all gadgets made by himself. I guess he only used his last hand. If you have to use two, you can borrow a seat." Touching the abdominal muscles was not enough, and he spun his hands down in circles at a slow speed.

It is true that the weapon is big, but it is not very clear whether the life is good or not.

"I heard that Mr. Su's handicraft is very good. He made the silver lock and silver bracelet when I was a child. My grandfather has kept it until now." Song Bai immediately grabbed the restless hand and let it go. Kissed on the lips, said, "Sit there and wait for dinner."

Yang Fan saw that his expression was indifferent and lacked a hint of spring, he clenched his hands into fists and beat the man's chest twice: "It's piercing my heart!"

At night Song Bai put him in his arms and smiled and asked, "Why did you pierce your heart?"

"Stupid." Without a sex life, he is not perfect at all, but he can't make Song Bai feel so...hungry, and the result of keeping reserved at all times is to clamp his legs from time to time, making him feel so aggrieved.

After a few days, the bandage on Yang Fan's arm was able to be removed, and there was a long scar spreading. Fortunately, it was not very thick and healed. He moved his wrist and felt that there was no big problem, so he went to Su Yide's house to report. It was still the same make-up in that room. In the living room, Xiao K chose a white shirt for him to shoot the jewelry sold by the studio. In the afternoon, he changed into a prince and princess uniform to shoot the jewelry designed by Su Yide himself. One is modern and the other is retro. Yang Fan is used to this kind of shooting. Rhythm, Su Yide also has a lot of research on photography, although it is the first official cooperation, it is still very pleasant.

I only shoot one or two pieces every day, because the injury on the back of the left hand also needs to take into account the posture. If it is really not possible, then rely on post-production P. Yang Fan’s life is back to the relaxed and comfortable time before. With fame, he also receives many orders. The private life is very chic, the only shortcoming is that the private life is not harmonious, and every time I go home, I hate it.

He came to the studio early that day, and Su Yide was concentrating on his work with reading glasses on. When he saw him coming, he just looked up and said, "Here he is."

"Well, there is no traffic jam on the road today." Yang Fan sat on the side obediently and did not block Old Su's light. Seeing that he was different from usual, he asked, "Teacher, what are you doing?"

"Cutting silk, there is an old customer who wants to restore a gold-inlaid jade bud. I'll see if I can make it." He also showed the design drawing to Yang Fan.

The prototype was revealed on paper based on a lot of information. The details are cumbersome. In ancient times, ordinary women could not wear Bu Yao. It represents the dignity of status and supreme wealth. It shows that a piece of jade should be placed, and the hanging one must have a plum blossom-shaped carving. The shape is fresh and elegant. From the details, we can also see the exquisite craftsmanship at that time. Looking at it, Yang Fan can almost imagine a lady wearing it on her hair. Swaying in the wind, the head sways while the body is graceful, and each frame is an oil painting soaked in time.

It's a pity that some of the objects on the table are seriously damaged. Bu Yao itself is made of gold. The hairpin body presents a rectangular shape with tiny engraved textures on the surface. In addition to a few missing petals, there are also fine marks caused by friction. The brightness can be seen It can be seen that the collector himself has kept it very carefully, "Mr., can it really be restored if it is so severely damaged?"

It's not the first time Su Yide has accepted this kind of problem, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's just a few petals missing, it's okay, I don't need to create it again."

"Second creation?"

Su Yide looked at the young man through his glasses: "Serious secondary creation is equivalent to destroying cultural relics, even if people working in GG encounter extremely serious damage, they must leave some flaws for others to notice, so it was repaired later. "

"I don't understand."

"It's okay, little K was just like you when he first came here."

Yang Fan asked again: "How long will it take for this level of repair?"

"About two months." Seeing Yang Fan staring at the artwork, Su Yide took off his glasses and said, "Like this?"

I was a little surprised to be asked this question suddenly, but Yang Fan still nodded: "I think it's amazing, such a beautiful thing can be repaired in my hands, and I feel a sense of accomplishment."

"You have to be patient. If you don't have patience in this business, you won't be able to accomplish anything."

"Well, you need to have art skills." Just looking at the painter as if it was printed by a printer, it can be seen that the old man's painting skills must be good.

Su Yide agrees with this statement: "The newcomers recruited by GG are all from the Academy of Fine Arts, which is the largest museum collection in the world, and those who can enter it are all elite talents."

"Then you...?"

Seemingly knowing what he wanted to ask, Su Yide said with a smile: "I am a monk halfway through. My grandfather is the first generation. I have come to the present step by step relying on his experience."

"I heard that you originally studied medicine, but later gave up it to do this job. I admire you very much."

"There's nothing to admire about this. I just don't want to eat that bowl of rice and change careers while I'm young and have time." Seeing that the time is almost up, Su Yide waved to Yang Fan, "I'll go and tidy up first, you can do whatever you want." have a look."

As soon as the old man left, Yang Fan immediately slumped on the chair, then stood up with his hands behind his back and carefully looked at all kinds of gadgets. Today’s photos are emerald jade finger rings, tortoise shell inlaid jade nail sets, and gold inlaid jade rings, some of which are repaired. Just borrowing it to take a photo as a souvenir, these things are attracting his attention so that Yang Fan didn't notice when the old man walked behind him.

"These things are really exquisite. It would be great if one day I can have this craftsmanship."

He just said it casually, but he didn't expect to get into the heart of the old man.

A few days later, the studio ushered in a guest. Su Yide specially asked the nanny to prepare more dishes for this guest. Yang Fan was curious about who could have such face. This time it was still Xiao K who gave him the answer.

"It's the little grandson of the Zhang family, Zhang Mian."

"Zhang Mian." Yang Fan read it a few times and thought it was familiar, but he really didn't have any impression in his mind.

Just as Little K wanted to gossip, he saw a young man running in from the outside and pounced on Su Yide and shouted, "Grandpa!" Yang Fan looked at the face and felt that young people were too big, and Zhang Mian was a young man who had not faded away. appearance.

It could be seen that Su Yide was in a good mood, and kept everyone for dinner, but Zhang Mian's eyes kept looking at Yang Fan, not the meaningful eyes like outsiders, but curious.

"He's so pretty, boys and girls."

Su Yide explained: "Boys."

Yang Fan took the initiative to say hello: "My name is Yang Fan."

"So you are Yang Fan. I remembered. I saw your picture on the Internet."

It was impolite to keep staring at him, but Su Yide finally helped him straighten his head. From their chat, Yang Fan knew that Zhang Mian's grandfather and Su Yide were good friends, and Zhang Mian was the only one left in the Zhang family. But Su Yide has no grandchildren under his knees, Yang Fan calmly walked around the two of them and slowly retracted the pickled vegetables, Su Yide loved this child very much.

This love also appeared in the next few days. Apart from taking pictures of Yang Fan, Su Yide urged Zhang Mian to learn his skills. At the beginning, he had to practice patience, but Zhang Mian, a young master, could not calm down, and he called for a phone call after a while For his brother, Yang Fan was even more puzzled after listening to it for a long time. Didn't he say that there is only one Zhang Mian in the Zhang family?

In fact, he is not a gossip person, but he likes to think about it when he has nothing to do. Baidu did not find any information about Zhang Mian. Now there are more question marks in his head.

"You see, Yang Fan hasn't complained of being tired after standing for a whole day, but now you can't take it after sitting and grinding copper for an hour?"

Zhang Mian's face was full of confusion, and he no longer cheered like when he first arrived: "My hand hurts."

Su Yide couldn't help sighing beside him: "He is only one year older than you. Why is the difference so big? I'm not sure if I can teach you skills before I leave."

It turned out that he was accepted as an apprentice.

Yang Fan did his own thing with peace of mind as if he couldn't hear him, but he always felt that someone was looking at him.

Half a month passed quickly, and Jia Wen specially ordered a table of dishes to congratulate Yang Fan on not being fired by Su Yide. Yang Fan couldn't refuse and went there on the rest day, but during the dinner, he intentionally or unintentionally mentioned Zhang Mian. people.

After hearing this, Jia Wen yelled loudly: "Fuck, grandson!"

Yang Fan's face remained unchanged: "What's wrong."

"It's okay, it's just that the background is so fucking awesome." Jia Wen slapped his thigh fiercely and even forgot to drink, "I said DIA, you must know this international makeup brand, and I said DR, you must also know this international wedding dress brand. It belongs to the Zhang family, and Zhang Mian is the young grandson of the Zhang family, the crown prince."

"But it's not his name on the news."

"Hey, that's his brother. The adopted one is not related by blood. It's better to treat Zhang Mian as a thief. We saw it at a party before. Zhang Mian has been following his brother and never going anywhere. He's not bad. It’s very fun, unlike me being called hooligans all day long.”

Yang Fan snorted coldly and said, "You also know your own virtue."

After hearing this, Jia Wen showed a very sad expression: "Who asked me to be in front of him... well, everyone calls me the prince when they play with me, but if I go to Zhang Mian, I will probably only be the second generation of rich and poor You know my family’s business, but they are bigger. People describe me as being born with a golden spoon in my mouth, but I suspect that I am gold-plated. Zhang Mian was born with a golden key in his mouth, pure gold.”

It was a little exaggerated, Yang Fan didn't know what expression to put on: "Belittle yourself so much?"

"No way, the reality is like this. You also know how demanding a family like ours is. He has nothing to worry about as long as he eats, drinks and has fun. If the sky falls, his brother will take care of him." Jia Wen felt melancholy, feeling more and more that the country I owe him an older brother, but Yang Fan said, don't you have an older sister?

After much deliberation, Jia Wen thought it was true. It would be nice to have an older sister anyway. He nodded and asked Yang Fan, "Why are you asking Zhang Mian?"

"Elder Su accepted him as an apprentice. During this period of time, except that he didn't come to class, the rest of the time was there. I just asked casually."

Jia Wen suddenly realized: "I heard that he and two friends have set up a Japanese grocery store and the business is very hot."

"You learn from others and then look at you."

Jia Wenqie said: "I don't have those two awesome friends either, so he is from the Ming University of our rival school."

Yang Fan took a sip of tea: "Oh, that's none of my business."

There were still some words that were too late to speak, Yang Fan glanced at the text message from Song Bai asking when he would be home, smiled and said to Jia Wen, "Thank you for the news about Yang Runzhi."

"You don't need to thank me, and I didn't help much." Only those with authority can go to that kind of place, and it doesn't matter if he has money, "I just found acquaintances, don't be too polite."

He also planned to go to karaoke after eating, but seeing that Yang Fan was about to leave, he hurriedly asked, "Just leave after eating."

"Song Bai asked me when I would go back, I was afraid he would be worried."

"Don't abuse me, please. You are not a big girl. What is he worried about?"

Yang Fan gave him a look: "If you want to take care of me, I'm happy to be taken care of by him."

Picking his teeth with a toothpick, Jia Wen couldn't figure it out: "It's so uncomfortable being controlled by others."

"Jia Wen, it's a blessing that someone loves you and is willing to take care of you. I don't want to regret it when I lose it. After all, life can't be repeated."

"Don't be so serious all of a sudden, I'm guilty."

Yang Fan said: "No matter what you say about that matter, I still have to thank you, I'll go first."

As the box door closed, Jia Wen threw the toothpick on the floor to wipe his hands, and said to himself with a restrained smile, "Thank you, your troubles are just beginning."

……

Since there were more small e-Donkeys and bicycles at home, Song Bai stopped driving. Yang Fan was on the road to watch out for the traffic police, but fortunately no one was checking after dark, so he hurried home: "Song Mubai!"

The man practiced Tai Chi in the living room, and the soundtrack was playing on the radio. He turned his head and smiled, "I'm back."

The scene ruined the atmosphere too much, Yang Fan walked over dejectedly: "Ask me when I will go home, just watch you practice Tai Chi, are you practicing Tai Chi with me?"

"you've been drinking?"

Yang Fan marveled at the other party's keen sense of smell, nodded and said: "Jia Wen invited me to dinner and drank wine, don't worry, there is no traffic police stopping me on the road." Lying on the side, he felt exhausted.

He was so bored that he never expected that Su Yide would miss him.

When Su Yide received a call and needed to be filmed, he said that he had something to discuss. Yang Fan wondered in fear whether the old man wanted to terminate the contract with him, but he thought that the contract period had not yet expired.

After thinking about the plan all the way, Su Yide just asked him with a smile: "Are you interested in being my apprentice?" Zhang Mian next to him opened his round eyes and nodded like a pug.

Yang Fan asked him why he thought about himself.

Su Yide said: "You are steady."

Yang Fan instantly wanted to give himself 100 likes, and agreed without thinking: "I'm interested."

Su Yide asked him not to draw conclusions so quickly, and said: "This is not something that can be learned overnight. Besides, you have no art skills, which means starting from scratch. There are many difficulties and painstaking efforts that you have to overcome. Wait for you to figure it out. Come and tell me."

Yang Fan smiled: "I've made up my mind."

"So firm?"

"I have also stayed with the teacher for a while, and I really like this quiet working atmosphere."

Su Yide showed admiration, holding the Buddha beads in his hand and making the sound of jade and stone colliding, then he took out a document and pushed it to Yang Fan: "Look at it."

Do apprentices have to sign a contract?

When he opened it, he was dumbfounded. This is not an apprenticeship contract but a spokesperson contract. As long as he signs Yang Fan under Party B, he will become the image spokesperson of Su Yide's brand.

"Teacher... this... is it...you trust me too much." The small drum in Yang Fan's heart thumped, good luck, good luck!

Su Yide smiled amiably: "I have observed you for so long, and I like your temperament very much. Then I also found a few artists to cooperate with. Advertising is definitely indispensable."

"I, I have no experience." Yang Fan decided to try his best to pretend to be flattered as a young rookie who just debuted.

Su Yide smiled: "Who doesn't come from a newcomer."

Zhang Mian tilted his head beside him: "You are about to debut, do you want to find a brokerage company? I can introduce you." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he received scolding eyes from Su Yide.

"You talk too much."

"Grandpa..." Zhang Mian was unhappy.

Yang Fan closed his eyes and said, "I don't want to sign a contract with an entertainment company for the time being. I want to learn the craft from the teacher first." The young rookie who has just debuted has to go to a training class, and he doesn't want to experience the experience of all kinds of people fighting openly and secretly together. The second time, there are benefits to signing a contract, but there are also many frustrations.

What's more, after getting Su Yide's spokesperson, he still worries that he will have no way out in the future?

Yang Fan didn't sign the contract right away, but said to go back and sign again. Zhang Mian didn't understand his scheming, but Su Yide nodded approvingly and said, "Then take it back and sign it for me."

It's a pity that Song Bai didn't study the law, and he couldn't do anything about the contract: "I don't think Mr. Su will cheat you."

"You're overthinking." Yang Fan put his legs on the man's lap, gnawed on a freshly peeled apple, and said, "If I sign on the spot, maybe the teacher will think that I'm hasty and hotheaded, and signing a contract is so big. The matter is related to my interests, he will not cheat me, but I have to act like I do it, right?"

"You're so smart." Song Bai patted the young man's exposed ankle, which was icy cold, so he stretched out his hand to hold it, watching him lying on the sofa in high spirits, with deep love rolling in his eyes.

His ankle was a little hot, Yang Fan tried to break free but still failed, so he leaned forward and let him hold it. Seeing Song Bai's eyes sinking for a while, his mind fluttered and he threw the apple. The blush is like a drunk person whispering: "May I ask for a reward."

Song Bai was stunned for a moment, then hugged Yang Fan and kissed him: "You can buy whatever you want, and you know my password."

Yang Fan looked at him with a smile and said nothing, put one foot against his crotch, and took Song Bai's hand and put it on his lower abdomen. After rubbing his foot for a few seconds, he felt the heat and hardness rise at the same time. She kissed and licked the remaining wound on the man's mouth, and said happily, "I need to release my over-excited emotions."

Song Bai tightened his hands and immediately heard the moan/groan from the man, groping his cheek as if admiring the best jade, he said hoarsely: "Tiao tease me again."

Yang Fan was almost hung up on him: "Who told you that your self-control is not strong, if you are strong..." Seeing the man's face, he automatically lost his voice, "Uh..."

The kiss turned the world upside down, Yang Fan felt a hard stone next to his leg and couldn't help giving a thumbs up in his heart, deliberately blowing into the man's ear and saying evilly: "What is this?" He picked it up and saw that the route was to go to the bedroom.

It's just that can you not carry it, and hug the princess if you have the ability!What about Romantic?

Yang Fan found that Song Bai's hand strength and body reaction were so strong that night that he didn't need to utter a voice to seduce him.

Terrible.

The next day he lay naked under the quilt thinking about life, counting the times with his fingers Song Bai's momentum was getting higher and higher, he used to always restrain himself, but yesterday he really stopped at the door, although he was still unhappy but...Yang Fan nestled in the quilt Li Zexi smiled, and the progress is still obvious.

He used countless experiments to prove the essence of these two, and the rest is lack of work experience.For the sake of a harmonious life in the future, Yang Fan lay on the pillow and observed Song Bai getting dressed in an orderly manner. The white shirt that had never changed for thousands of years looked monotonous. He began to think about going to a clothing store one day: "You Why don't you look at me." The tone still contained the laziness of just waking up.

Song Bai pursed his lips and turned around. Not long after, another wound appeared on his lower lip. With a cold face and not easy to get angry, he stepped forward and spanked Yang Fan on the quilt: "Nonsense."

"Look at my neck is still the same." Yang Fan lifted the quilt angrily, and there was a bruise on his neck that was very obvious on his fair skin. Song Bai was frightened by his lifting, and looked at the curtains. Help him cover the quilt again.

"How do I work here?"

Yang Fan said: "I didn't do it on purpose or on purpose, besides, you kissed my thigh yesterday, wasn't it very exciting, my skin turned red."

When a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain it.

In the end, Song Bai went out with his injured mouth on his face. When he arrived at the company, everyone looked at him differently from last time. Friends let us know each other."

Song Bai said coldly: "I won't show it to you."

"Pfft——" Jiang Dong took a sip of coffee and sprayed it directly on the computer.

Song Bai walked over without changing his expression, staring at Jiang Dong's exhausted face and the dark circles under his eyes, and said, "Pay attention to rest." People in their twenties looked like they were in their thirties. Why are you working so hard? Life matters?

But he didn't say these words, because he knew that Jiang Dong wouldn't listen, and the company was on a rising and violent trend. As the boss, Jiang Dong was definitely excited, but such a desperate way of playing was too much.

He had no intention of interfering in other people's affairs. Song Bai opened the louvered window and looked at Jiang Dong and sighed. Then he sat down to prepare for work, but he was distracted once in a while. Looking at the impulse in his body, he sighed secretly that he was so unprovoked, and on the other hand, he couldn't do anything to Yang Fan. As long as the other party gave Yang Fan a wink, he would feel his stomach tighten, which was far beyond the scope of his original imagination.

Even if he was practicing brush calligraphy, he couldn't calm down. Song Bai pinched his brows and murmured: "Fairy." After thinking for a while, he turned on the computer, found the link, opened it, registered BD cloud according to the information, and added WeChat to ask for resources.

The 20 films cost 40 yuan, all of which are high-definition videos. Song Bai clicked on the screenshot and immediately clicked the cross, asking if it could be cheaper.

The man said: "It's already very cheap, it costs 50."

Song Bai: "Then I won't buy from you."

"Hey, how much do you want, we can discuss it."

"Twenty dollars."

"..."

The transaction process was very sad. Of course, it was the seller who was sad. He couldn't understand why people could bargain so fiercely when buying calcium tablets.

Song Bai sent a sentence after receiving the resources: "Be careful when you do this in the future, you will be arrested if you spread these things on the Internet."

"...Fuck, I won't sell you anymore, you give me back!"

【Sorry, you are no longer in the friend list of the other party】

Song Bai made a cup of tea and put it aside, opened the network disk with some hands-on experience, looked at the size of the video and found that the person did not lie to him, it was indeed high-definition, and the cover was the mess of the protagonist, so he simply clicked on one.

Putting on the earphones and glasses, Song Bai's eyes were cold. It was obviously the roughest short video, but it turned out to be more boring than the boring document. He calmly watched half of it and paused.Doodling and drawing on the notebook with his hands, and then suddenly realized and a little surprised: "Can men also make such a pose?"

The humming in the video is not even comparable to his Fanfan's tone, but the combination of picture and sound has an impact, and it looks intense.The man inside had strange postures for a while, and finally JY was rubbed out, but the color was transparent, and Song Bai pushed his glasses in a sophisticated manner.

Description kidney deficiency.

There was nothing exciting from the beginning to the end. When he saw the third one, he was almost numb. He rubbed his shoulders to see that it was time to get off work, so he turned off the computer solemnly, intending to go back and watch it again.

Jiang Dong stepped out of the office door in a frivolous step, just in time: "You have worked hard."

"It's not hard work, you worked hard." Song Bai nodded and left the company first.

Yang Fan slept on the bed all day and pretended to be dead, and finally got up when he was attracted by the smell of rice, knocked his head on Song Bai's shoulder and shook slightly: "I'm finally back."

Song Bai said: "Go take a shower and brush your teeth, come out just in time for dinner."

"okay."

"By the way, I checked the contract with someone from the law firm, and it's okay."

Yang Fan made an ok gesture, scratched his head and walked out. Song Bai's eyes fell on the smooth and delicate long legs of the other party. The wide short sleeves could not even cover the buttocks. He felt that his throat was dry and quickly poured a glass of water. .

Waiting to study at night always feels uneasy, Song Bai remembered that watching these would be addictive, and finally decided to watch one every day and study slowly.

Yang Fan found that Song Bai had delayed going to bed for the past few days. He used to never go to the study after exercising, but now he went to the study every day and asked him only for business, but he came back half an hour and was short of breath. He started to hug him to sleep every day. The tighter the hug.

Although he is very happy, he has made too much progress, and he is a little flustered.

The panic didn't turn into nervousness until I actually went to Su Yide's apprenticeship. It may be because of the inheritance of craftsmanship. The old man is not only serious but also harsh. The two boys have no art skills. I asked why you didn't invite people from the Academy of Fine Arts to come?

Su Yide replied: "Fat water does not flow into outsiders' fields."

Well, it really makes sense.

Su Yide gave them materials to learn art first, so Yang Fan and Zhang Mian came to Su Yide's house on time to report every day, no one can stop the wind and rain, Zhang Mian is a brother, and he will call brother when he encounters anything, Yang Fan picks it up Just today, he made 4 phone calls and all of them were to his brother. The first thing he said must be: "Brother, my hand hurts!"

He thought to himself that maybe the crown prince had a better life.

Busy with learning how to draw every day, naturally he doesn't care about what time Song Bai goes to bed at night. Yang Fan can only feel that this man is getting angry, kissing him or kissing his shoulder every now and then, and sometimes giving him a massage and massaging his legs to let him relax. , Yang Fan didn't understand and didn't bother to ask, he fell asleep with the man's comfortable force when he tilted his head, and then there was no dream all night.

In the morning, Zhang Mian sat on the table bitterly and stared at him without doing anything. Yang Fan was so stared at him that he quickly asked, "Aren't you going to call your brother today?"

"Don't call him today, I have something to tell you."

No, usually this kind of routine is a confession, Yang Fan frowned and thought about how to refuse so as not to hurt the little boy's heart.

As a result, Zhang Mian came over and saw him from the beginning to the end: "Yang Fan, why are you so good-looking."

"I don't want to clean it up, God gave it to me." Yang Fan laughed, and continued to stare at the paintbrush in his hand, remembering what Su Yide said, and be sure to write steadily.

"Your parents must be very good-looking people, and the appearance of their children comes from their parents."

Yang Fan's mouth was bitter: "There are exceptions."

Zhang Mian didn't hear the self-mockery in these words, looked at people several times, and suddenly came up to Yang Fan: "Yang Fan, how about I praise you as a star, you will definitely be popular