beauty should be like this

Probably due to the fact that she has no family to take care of her and runs around to earn money, Wen Qianyu has always felt that she is very strong, fearless in the face of danger, will not be moved by any mundane things, and is completely immersed in the small dream world of becoming a designer.

But that day after being beaten all over his body and seeing blood again, he was really in shock.

Staying alone in the room always recalls the fear and panic at that time.

Just falling asleep that night, the little beauty fell into chaotic thoughts again.

It always seems that there are terrible people shaking in front of them, wielding cold knives.

His heart beat faster, he suddenly opened his eyes, his face was full of cold sweat and he was breathing rapidly, he couldn't help grabbing the pillow, remembering the moment when Zuo Yu rushed towards him to block the knife without hesitation, his mood was so inexplicable that it was indescribable.

It seems that this winter is destined to be accompanied by insomnia.

Wen Qianyu took a deep breath, picked up the mobile phone with the flashing indicator light, and saw the WeChat message from that fool, and finally calmed down a little.

"You don't need to make soup anymore, I just talked about it that day."

Zuo Yu said so.

Wen Qianyu turned over and lay down on the pillow, and replied, "Is it that bad?"

After a while, Zuo Yu sent a video call request.

Wen Qianyu hesitated for a moment, and immediately saw him sitting on the hospital bed full of energy in the middle of the night after connecting, and couldn't help muttering silently: "You're crazy if you haven't had a good rest with such a serious injury?"

Zuo Yu ate grapes and smiled: "You look so much like Sadako."

Wen Qianyu brushed her long hair away casually, got up and said, "Go to sleep."

"Why don't you sleep?" Zuo Yu asked, "Could it be that you are still in shock and can't fall asleep?"

Wen Qianyu was speechless, his face was a little pale, and he looked more fragile than usual.

Zuo Yu said smoothly, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Wen Qianyu really didn't understand why he was so unrestrained, so he frowned and snorted: "Aren't you afraid that I will rape you?"

Zuo Yu laughed twice: "What are you afraid of, come on."

The little beauty fell silent for a moment, feeling that this straight man who used to speak righteously made her speechless.

Zuo Yu put the fruit aside: "Stop talking nonsense, let me tell you seriously, can you drive?"

"I have a driver's license, but I haven't driven it before." Wen Qianyu told the truth.

"Then you fetch my car tomorrow and take me somewhere." Zuo Yu said seriously, "You don't have classes on weekends, do you?"

"I'm almost disabled and messing around, I won't take it." Wen Qianyu refused.

Zuo Yu was in a hurry: "Hey, the knife was blocked by the ribs at the time. It's actually not that serious. I have to go out because I have important business. I have to meet a client."

"Then why don't you ask your family for help?" Wen Qianyu asked.

"They think their health is more important, so they asked me to send my men there." Zuo Yu was annoyed: "I've been talking with this client for a long time, and he is finally free to come to Beijing. He will be counting on him for the first half of tomorrow's income. I beg you." No? If it’s done, I’ll buy you any dress you want.”

"Your sister..." Wen Qianyu didn't like his cheap tone, but still agreed: "Okay."

"Good night then." Zuo Yu happily hung up the phone.

After taking a sip of water, Wen Qianyu lay back on the bed again. Because of the brief conversation, her originally tense and chaotic mood inexplicably recovered a lot. She gently closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

-

No matter how the heartless Zuo Yu emphasized his physical strength, he was still haggard after suffering severe trauma, and his face was not as radiant as usual.

Wen Qianyu, who came as scheduled, was very worried, and stood in the ward and said, "Forget it, the people in your company can definitely handle it."

"It's okay." Zuo Yu casually took off his hospital gown and put on a white T-shirt.

The gauze on his back flashed in Wen Qianyu's eyes. Fortunately, there was no blood on it, otherwise his legs would have been weak on the spot.

"Damn it, where's my wallet..." Zuo Yu turned around.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Wen Qianyu frowned.

"What's the matter? Haven't you ever fought with others or been injured?" Zuo Yu still didn't care.

"No." Wen Qianyu said.

"That's right." Zuo Yu thought about it, if such a male classmate appeared during his growing up, he would not be able to provoke him.

"Why are you fighting?" Wen Qianyu didn't understand.

Zuo Yu thought for a while: "There are various reasons, sometimes it's just unhappiness."

Wen Qianyu said bluntly: "You are so naive."

"I'm happy!" Zuo Yu patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, you have to pretend to be my secretary by the way."

"..." Wen Qianyu was speechless, and only hoped that he would quickly finish his so-called serious business and return here obediently to recuperate.

-

Every role a person plays in social life is different.

After arriving at the hotel, seeing a few foreigners in suits and leather shoes approaching, the little beauty began to believe that Zuo Yu was not messing around. Fortunately, he lived abroad when he was a child and never stopped using English, so he could barely handle it.

I really don't know how Zuo Yu prepared the materials on the hospital bed. When he was sitting in the coffee shop and using a tablet computer to demonstrate a few PPTs and talk freely, he didn't look like he was being generous as usual.

Wen Qianyu, who pretended to understand business, sat by the side and kept smiling, and occasionally asked the waiter to refill some tea and coffee, and then booked the client's hotel and car for the evening, and the task was completed perfectly.

-

When Beijing is dyed in the night, the whole meeting process is over.

Zuo Yu has never been idle to make friends with others, giving him all kinds of considerate hospitality.

Fortunately, I didn't forget to suture the fresh wound with many stitches, so I refrained from drinking.

Wen Qianyu was finally able to sit back in the car freely, and couldn't help but say, "You guy, you still look like a person once in a while."

"Nonsense." Zuo Yu leaned on the passenger seat and let out a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the stitches didn't break, otherwise my mother would have to toss about non-stop."

"Don't be crowed." Wen Qianyu taught.

"Thanks to your help today, tell me, what gift do you want." Zuo Yu said generously.

Wen Qianyu deliberately made him feel uncomfortable, and replied, "Lipstick."

Zuo Yu really struggled: "Ah... don't you have a lot of that kind of thing..."

"Feel sick?" Wen Qianyu asked back.

"No." Zuo Yu denied

"Obviously, look at your expression." Wen Qianyu refused to let go.

"Really not, it's actually quite normal, you like it if you like it." Zuo Yu said half-heartedly and half-comfortably.

"So you think it's okay for men to wear lipstick?" Wen Qianyu found it interesting.

Zuo Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod.

As a result, Wen Qianyu took out a pale pink tube from her bag and smiled smirk.

"Hello..." Zuo Yu broke into a cold sweat.

Wen Qianyu pulled off the lipstick: "Either admit that you lied, or don't hide."

After finishing speaking, he pressed Zuo Yu's chin and painted it mercilessly.

Zuo Yu was terrified, and struggled to wipe it away, only to realize that it was just a colorless moisturizer.

Wen Qianyu couldn't stop laughing: "Look at your expression, it's so funny."

Zuo Yu, who was still in shock, was stunned.

Wen Qianyu looked into his eyes, and at a certain moment, his head got hot, and he thought this man was a little cute, so he kissed his lips all of a sudden.

The chemical elements that had inexplicably fermented between the two these days exploded.

Without even thinking about it, Zuo Yu stretched out his hand to hold the little beauty's neck, and extended the kiss without warning.

Wen Qianyu's lips are very beautiful, with a classic and graceful shape, but not too thin. It is really comfortable to kiss, not to mention that she is so innocent that she doesn't understand the soft tip of a man's tongue.

In the limited space in the car, there was only shortness of breath left.

Wen Qianyu, who had zero experience, became tense in the unfamiliar passion, and instinctively wanted to break free from his shackles.

But the increasingly lingering kiss is like a whirlpool, dragging the tempted mind into the abyss.

Zuo Yu, who was busy with work, had been abstinent for a long time. When he kissed those sweet lips and stroked his light and smooth skin, he naturally had an uncontrollable desire.

It's a pity that the sudden movement of leaning over to hold down the other party pulled the wound on his lower back, Zuo Yu immediately snorted, and then let go of his strength.

Wen Qianyu's face was like a peach blossom, so obvious in the night, he stammered: "What, what's the matter..."

Zuo Yu turned on the lights in the car and saw the blood on his fingers.

Wen Qianyu's face paled instantly.

"Hurry up and go back to the hospital." Zuo Yuchao liked every car he owned, didn't want to get the inside dirty, so he pulled the facial tissue weakly to press the wound, and ordered.

But Wen Qianyu started the car, but lied weakly on the steering wheel.

"What?" Zuo Yu was puzzled.

Wen Qianyu said weakly: "I'm dizzy..."

-

Zuo Yu, who was forced to stand on his own and rolled back to the ward, needed to be stitched again, which made the doctors and nurses busy for a while, and of course he was scolded.

Wen Qianyu, who was following beside him, was always very nervous. Seeing that this guy finally lay down, he was relieved, and put the car keys on the bedside table: "Then I'm leaving."

"Take it and open it." Zuo Yu said casually.

"No, trouble." Wen Qianyu poured him a cold glass, and said goodbye immediately.

Zuo Yu watched the slender figure disappear, then looked up at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking about, and suddenly sighed deeply.

-

Because he was young and relatively simple, Wen Qianyu had nothing to worry about. He walked alone in the corridor of the hospital, but his mood was in a mess because of the kiss just now.

This is the fourth time the two have kissed, and it was their own initiative. It is really...

Wen Qianyu started to blush again, feeling as if everyone passing by was looking at him, left here in a panic, took a taxi to the side of the road and fled home.

He couldn't figure out how he viewed Zuo Yu in his heart, as if he was not so innocent all of a sudden.

But Zuo Yu... is not a comrade after all.

Sexuality is not a seasoning, you can get used to it if you say it.

If you really have feelings, won't you be sad in the end?

Qian Qian, who is accustomed to self-protection, thought about this, and the original shyness turned into cold vigilance.

He didn't know what to do in the future, so he made a seemingly smart decision: he would never take half a step further than Zuo Yu, if that careless guy didn't take the initiative, his mood would have to stop here.

Putting down your dignity to like someone who doesn't like you, this kind of thing, the proud Wen Qianyu couldn't do it even if he was beaten to death.