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"Jiang Hang, let's talk."

Unlike in the past, Duan Qing still used the tone of "is it okay" to end, "talk about it", and said it very forcefully, with a kind of arbitrariness that no one can refuse.

But Jiang Hang didn't seem to hear the danger in Duan Qing's tone at all. Duan Qing didn't immediately agree to give the money as he wanted, so Jiang Hang turned his head away from looking at Duan Qing,

"Oh, you won't buy it for me if I don't talk to you, right?"

Duan Qing didn't know how to answer. In fact, he didn't mean it that way, but why did Jiang Hang think that way? Could it be that the two of them haven't talked about marriage in the past four years, so Duan Qing has been responsive to Jiang Hang's request!

The man's hand holding the door frame tightened suddenly.

"Okay, if you don't buy it, don't buy it~"

Jiang Hang put down the book, suddenly changed into a happy face, jumped up from the floor, ran forward, put his arm around Duan Qing's shoulder, and kissed Duan Qing's ear,

"Don't be angry, Xiao Qingqing~ Look, I'll make a fun magic trick for you~"

As he said that, he took off his underpants, and lay down on the desk in a very standard posture.

What kind of magic is this?

Duan Qing knew that this was Jiang Hang's deliberate move to avoid getting married. Jiang Hang had always been lazy about bed matters, but if the topic of marriage came up, he would rather be passed out by Duan Qingqian.

"Jiang Hang, don't make trouble, let's talk." Duan Qing touched his forehead, he could feel the restlessness of his blood, but he still turned his head away, opened the door behind him and said coldly,

"10 minutes, go to the study."

boom--!

Jiang Hang squatted on the table, blinking his eyes wide, and saw a book falling down from the comic book shelf specially designed for him by Duan Qing on the porch of the bedroom door.

It took nearly an hour before Jiang Hang squirmed from the bedroom to the study.

He wrapped himself up tightly in a black turtleneck, gray jeans, and a snow-white long trench coat.

This suit was what Jiang Hang wore when he saw Duan Qing for the first time.

Before Jiang Hang entered, he bent his index finger and knocked on the door frame.

The door was clearly unlocked, and Jiang Hang was the only one in the whole family who could freely enter and leave any room where Duan Qing was.

"……Come in."

Duan Qing's voice was obviously taken aback.

Jiang Hang pushed the door open and entered.

The room was filled with smoke, and Duan Qing was sitting at the desk with his back to Jiang Hang. In the ashtray under the butts of the cigarettes that had just been snuffed out, there were still stars and spots left on several cigarettes. "What's the matter." Jiang Hang sat on the sofa behind Duan Qing as if nothing happened.

Jiang Hang doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, but Duan Qing seems to be very addicted to smoking. Jiang Hang can't stand the smell of cigarettes, so Duan Qingqing will smoke two cigarettes after getting off the bed, and the rest never pick up cigarettes in front of Jiang Hang.

Duan Qing turned around.

"Ahang, I think we...Ahang!"

The moment Duan Qing saw the clothes Jiang Hang was wearing, Duan Qing's pupils suddenly dilated.

Jiang Hang crossed his arms and looked at Duan Qing calmly through the smoke.

"what do you mean!"

Wearing the clothes when we first met, showing that I really want to leave? !

Duan Qing suddenly became angry, dropped the stack of cigarettes in his hand and stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Hang's coat and dragged him to the desk, swept away all the documents on the desk with his sleeves, white papers flew in the air,

Jiang Hang was pressed face down on the table by Duan Qing, and Duan Qing's hand firmly clasped Jiang Hang's crotch.

"Take it easy." Jiang Hang was very familiar with Duan Qing's rage, and said quietly, "You hurt me the night before yesterday, and then yesterday when the wound didn't heal, you beat me up several times, and the back still hurts."

Duan Qing was taken aback for a moment, and the strength in his hand suddenly decreased a lot.

"Where it hurts, let me see."

With that said, she was about to take off her pants.

Jiang Hang threw Duan Qing away, and the pants with the belt untied hung loosely between his crotch. He straightened up, leaned against the table, looked at Duan Qing,

"Let's talk about things first, don't you want to talk to me?"

"Ahang..." When Jiang Hang asked him so coldly, Mr. Duan, who was always vigorous and resolute, didn't know how to speak.

He went forward and hugged Jiang Hang into his arms,

"Sorry, I shouldn't have spoken so strongly to you."

He was really afraid of losing Jiang Hang.

Jiang Hang closed his eyes, letting Duan Qing hug him and say sorry.In fact, Duan Qing didn't do anything wrong at all, Jiang Hang was the one who played petty temper, although in the past four years Jiang Hang has gotten used to everything being Duan Qing's fault, but Jiang Hang is a brainy and well-educated person after all. , and occasionally think about it seriously,

Duan Qing really didn't seem to owe him anything.

Instead, it was him who did outrageous things over and over again, and in the end Duan Qing had to clean up the mess to coax him.

"Duan Qing, if you really want to get married," Jiang Hang gently pushed Duan Qing away from him, squatted down and lifted his pants,

"I won't delay you, you...you can go find someone else, I'll pack up and leave tomorrow."

For a second, Duan Qing's eyes seemed to be murderous, and Jiang Hang almost felt that the man in front of him would jump up and strangle him to death.

"You, what are you talking about!" Duan Qing gritted his teeth.

Jiang Hang used to be afraid that Duan Qing would be angry, because if Duan Qing was angry, he would not be able to get out of bed, so when Duan Qing was about to get angry, he would soften his temper and "abba aba" to please him.

But this time, Jiang Hang suddenly felt less scared.

"I don't want to get married. I said that if you want to get married, you don't need me, and then find someone else to get married."

He repeated the words again.

Snapped--!

A string in someone's brain seems to have snapped.

Jiang Hang rolled his throat,

The air condensed into ice balls, and he could almost conclude that with Duan Qing's strong desire to control, he would definitely take himself forcibly in the next second.

well!The pants are going to be worn for nothing!If I had known this, I might as well have sneaked in and let Duan Qing finish venting, and then I could pat my ass and leave.

Sure enough, the eyes of Duan Qing, who was pinching his arm in front of him, became more and more red, with a man-eating expression, Jiang Hang's words were completely playing in his minefield.Duan Qing turned Jiang Hang to the wall behind him, pulled up two slender arms and locked them above his head, with knives flashing in his eyes.

"Does Mr. Duan think that before letting me go, he should make up for what I owe you in the past four years?"

Duan Qing bent down on Jiang Hang almost violently, trapping him in his arms.

Jiang Hang felt that he was going to stop breathing, suffocating.

"Well... Duan Qing, if you want to kill or shave, you should be quick... Uuuuu... I want, cough cough, I'm going to suffocate to death... I really don't want to get married, you forced me... You still want to force me to marry you, who is it! Anyway, if you strangle me to death, I won’t get married anyway, heck cough, strangle me to death, you can find someone else with peace of mind if you strangle me... um... I'm going to suffocate to death, I'm going to suffocate to death!"

"...Hoo!" Duan Qing finally spoke, his tone was very cold, he pinched Jiang Hang's head, and said through gritted teeth, "Forget about suffocating you, are you trying to piss me off!"

"If you're mad at you, I won't be forced into marriage!"

"..."

Is this what people say!

"In what life did I force you to have sex/love?!" Duan Qing laughed back angrily, and dug Jiang Hang, who was blushing and panting, out of his arms, carried him to the table, and kept patting him on the back, "Huh? Tell me, when did I force you to have sex/love?"

Jiang Hang finally breathed fresh air and coughed profusely. His lungs, which had been stuffy for a long time, were suddenly cold and stimulated by the warm current.

Duan Qing didn't expect Jiang Hang to cry, because Jiang Hang is a person who can't even cry in sex, and the number of times I saw him cry in four years together can be counted on one hand.

He was stunned.

Jiang Hang covered his chest, opened his mouth and sobbed intermittently, "You, you forced me, I hate, hate going to bed, you, you still stay with me late every day, and you still hug me Everywhere in the house, turn on the treadmill and dangle, and also go to the balcony, do you know how cold it is outside, I, I can't sleep!"

Everyone is begging to climb into the bed of the benefactor's father, using all their strength to play tricks to please the benefactor, why do they love him Duan Qing's raise, and stay away from sex/love?

Duan Qing felt that his head was getting bigger.

"Jiang Hang, it was you who said you wanted to hug my thigh when you first got together with me."

Hugging the thigh, isn't it just doing/love giving money and status?

Could it be that Duan Qing's 22 years at the top of society is a waste of time?

Jiang Hang sobbed for a while, and then fell silent in the next second. He sat on the table stupidly, and it took him a long time to speak.

"Aba Aba."

"..."

"I want to hug my thigh, so you have to buy me what I want!"

"..." Duan Qing felt that he and Jiang Hang's brain frequencies were not on the same line again, he couldn't laugh or cry, and stretched his arms around Jiang Hang's waist, "Then I bought something for you, shouldn't you please please me a little bit? "

After all, he is a man, and when he went to bed, he was told by his subordinates that he wanted to sleep,

Very shocking!

"But you said, you want me to marry you!"

The topic went back and forth and finally returned to the key point of tonight. Duan Qing lowered his eyebrows slightly, pressed Jiang Hang on the table, sat in the chair opposite, looked up at Jiang Hang, and said seriously,

"I really want to marry you. I just think that if there is a marriage constraint, maybe you won't..."

You won't feel like a pet and want to leave me.

"Duan Qing..." Jiang Hang shook his legs, his nose was still red, and his palm-sized face became paler and fairer, "But I really don't want to get married, I think it's good for us now, you Give me money to buy things, I will sleep with you, and I will not be entangled in your career like other lovers. If you think I am boring, I don’t mind you raising another outside, as long as I want to buy something you can give me If you can afford it..."

"Jiang Hang!" What the hell are these nonsense words? !

The veins on Duan Qing's forehead twitched, "Don't talk nonsense, when did I find you boring!"

"But you have to let me marry you..."

"..."

Is there any connection with this TM!

Duan Qing felt quite powerless, Jiang Hang shut his mouth and said "You give me money and I will sleep with you", just like I don't love you but only love your money.

He frowned and sighed.

When Jiang Hang cried, he got a headache and wanted to sleep. He stretched out his arms and yawned, wriggling his body and wanted to get off the table and go back to lie down.

"I want to buy Zhuta's standing card, Baji, and the original painting collection I told you about before. Anyway, you have to buy it for me. If you force me to get married again, I will..."

"Jiang Hang."

Duan Qing stopped Jiang Hang's legs from jumping off, suddenly raised his head, looked at him with deep eyes,

"Do you love me?"