The tyrant and his petite flower

Woke up at about dawn, and the first reaction when I woke up was to help the people around me tuck up the quilt.

The weather was really too cold, Chen Moyun turned over a few times last night, and finally got into his side and fell asleep.

At that time, I stretched out an arm to check the temperature, it was so fucking cold.On the first day of late autumn, the city has not yet started heating, and it is almost frosty.

Failed to get up for the first time.

So Yuan Shi's hands retracted into the bed again, and gently wrapped around Chen Moyun's waist.

The body under the arms froze slightly.Although it was only a small movement, Yuanshi still felt it.

He woke up.

When he was awake, he was always resisting himself.Either psychologically or physically.

Chen Moyun turned his body sideways and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Yuan Shi frowned, suddenly remembered last night, helped him cover the quilt a few times, and heard him calling someone's name in a trance.

That name is not his.

The hand that rested on Chen Moyun's narrow waist suddenly withdrew, this trivial matter was like a basin of cold water, which wiped out all the little desires that had just woken up, he was angry from the heart, raised his feet and was not polite kicked Chen Moyun down.

Chen Moyun was half asleep and half awake and defenseless, he was thrown under the bed by this sudden kick, and his forehead hit the corner of the table and rubbed off a piece of skin, the pain made him regain his energy immediately.

"Hurry up and turn on the air conditioner!" Yuan Shi's furious voice came.

Chen Moyun stood up without complaint, put on a v-neck sweater and got up.

After being together with Yuan Shi for so long, Chen Moyun has a clear idea of ​​his temper.I don't know where I offended this master again, and asked him to vent his anger on himself early in the morning.

So he picked up the remote control and turned on the air conditioner, and went into the bathroom to wash up.Looking in the mirror, Chen Moyun couldn't help but frowned. There was a row of small strawberries planted above the abrupt collarbone, and her fair skin was bruised and purple.

Last night, Yuan Shi Suo got too much power, and when he got up this morning, he was still a little unsteady.

While brushing his teeth, Chen Moyun only felt his waist tighten.A pair of hands picked him up from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder.

Between breaths, there is the familiar smell of men's shaving water.

The original voice was lazy and hoarse: "Why don't you even wear a pair of pants and seduce me? Huh?"

He didn't find his pants just now, so he got out of bed for convenience.

At that time, he just watched Chen Moyun helplessly, and with his two shapely and slender legs bare, he twisted his body into the bathroom.

His skeleton was narrow and long, and a half-length sweater was worn on his body, revealing a slender collarbone and a section of white swan neck. His skin was white, tender, and radiant.People can't help but wonder what it's like to take a bite.

This feeling is clearer than anyone else before, it is so wonderful, if there is no reaction at this moment, is he still a man?

Yuanshi hugged Chen Moyun and sat on the sink, and separated his legs without any explanation.

Chen Moyun couldn't help trembling, and wanted to push Yuan Shi away.

But when he couldn't stand Yuan, his strength was much stronger than him, so he forced him on the sink.

He's always been like this, doing it whenever he feels like it, wherever it is, whether he wants to or not.

Chen Moyun gritted his teeth and wiped the sink clean, then turned around and mopped the floor as well.

I put on a turtleneck sweater and coat to go out, and I have to go to work today.

Today, the subway is packed like a can of sardines as usual, and there are so many people that he finds it difficult to even stand.

He never had to squeeze the subway before, when he and Yuan Shi were together.At that time, he drove that sports car to take him to work every day, and the car picked up the car, and he was extremely attentive.

After being together for a long time, I became lazy, and I didn't even bother to look at him when I was awake, so there was no time to send him to work.

When he got on the company elevator, a few girls were behind him, chattering about something.Chen Moyun pulled up the collar of his sweater uncomfortably, and saw Cheng An'an as soon as he got out of the elevator.

Cheng Anan squinted at the windbreaker he was wearing, and whistled: "Yo, the brand I'm wearing today is still Gucci, and the taste is good."

As soon as she said that, Chen Moyun noticed that the clothes he tore off just now were the original ones.He doesn't know any famous brands, the original principle of wearing clothes is to only love expensive ones, he is a few centimeters shorter than before, the clothes hanging on his body make him look thinner and taller, but he is also good-looking.

"Are you ready for today's signing?" Chen Moyun took off his coat, put it on the back of the chair, and subconsciously pulled up the collar of the sweater.

Cheng Anan stared at his forehead, narrowed her eyes and said, "Ready." Her eyes became deep, and she frowned, "I hit you again?"

Only then did he remember that there was still a wound on his forehead, and he brushed his bangs down to cover part of the wound indifferently: "It's not a problem."

"It's okay to be a bitch, how many times is this a month?" Cheng Anan slapped his palm on the table, "You just endure it like this?"

Cheng An'an is two years younger than him, but looks more heroic than a boy. He has short dark blue hair, and when he squints his eyes to look at people, there is a sense of awe in his eyes.

Chen Moyun frowned, looked around, and motioned her to keep her voice down.

Many people in the company already looked down on him, and he didn't want to make any more news.

"Let me tell you, if you endure this kind of thing once, he will have a second time. It is because you are so cowardly that he will go too far!" Cheng Anan said through gritted teeth, "Today I will go to him to discuss it. one time."

"No need." Chen Moyun knew that Cheng Anan also had good intentions, but he still couldn't tell her the reason why he couldn't leave Yuanshi.

"This kind of man, why don't you break up and keep it for the New Year?!" Sure enough, Cheng Anan's next words were to persuade him to break up.

He also wanted to break up. After thinking about it for three years, he never really broke up.

Every time he wanted to break up and leave Yuan, Yuan Shi had a way to get him back and tortured him even more.

Seeing Chen Moyun lower his head and say nothing, Cheng Anan sighed and walked out of the office.

The signing session officially started in the afternoon. Chen Moyun sat in the center of the arranged venue, and Cheng Anan stood beside him.

They prepared [-] books and [-] signature pens.

The library was sold out, along with the books it prepared, and twenty pens were out of ink.

Chen Moyun didn't expect that there would be so many people here today. He, a wild writer who made his debut halfway, felt a little ashamed.

He used to teach history, a serious people's teacher, and later registered an account on the website to write novels when he was bored.Unexpectedly, it became more and more famous later, and the editor contacted him to publish it.

His first book was well received.

So the second part came out soon.When Cheng Anan found him, he disagreed for a while.

After being tortured for two months, Cheng Anan also followed him for two months, and she even discovered her relationship with Yuan Shi.He had no choice but to agree to her, and this promise was so vigorous.

They didn't finish their work until evening, and the book fans left one after another.

Chen Moyun helped the staff pack things at the venue.

The banner was too high and couldn't be torn off. Chen Moyun could barely reach it with his arms raised. Just as he was about to tear it off on tiptoe, he stretched out a hand behind him to help him tear it off.

Chen Moyun turned his head and met a pair of eyes as bright as early spring and March.

Very bright and sunny.

There was a smile in those dark eyes, curved like crescent moons.It was as if a whole galaxy was pouring into his heart.

He staggered a bit, and couldn't believe that the person who only appeared in dreams was standing in front of him today.

The man stretched out his hand to hold him still, his voice was as warm and mellow as wine: "Ah Mo, is it really you?"