beauty should be like this

Why do we love beauty?

Aristotle once replied: "No one asks such a question unless he is blind."

Beautiful people can always get a lot of love, and beautiful things are always worthy of being tolerated.

Just like treating Wen Qianyu, Zuo Yu likes to look at his picturesque eyebrows, likes his self-pity in the mirror, well-dressed appearance, sometimes he is so angry that he goes crazy, and it is also very pleasant to look at those bright eyes that make people's mind go blank. It's hard to keep losing your temper.

This has nothing to do with whether it is true love or whether it is appreciating the soul.

On the way to Wen Mu's new home, Zuo Yu couldn't help but said, "I used to wonder who made you look like this, and now I finally have the answer."

"Why, is my dad good-looking?" Wen Qianyu asked casually as she lowered her head and flipped through a book of tailoring.

"Crap, no matter how much you hate him, he is still a male god." Zuo Yu smiled cheaply: "And he is also my mother and my aunt's dream lover."

Just as Wen Qianyu was about to say something, he almost choked on his own saliva.

"But your father is more masculine." Zuo Yu said, "You are more delicate than him, and you must be like your mother."

"What do you mean, are you mocking my sissy?" Wen Qianyu stared.

"...you put the skirt on yourself, what does it have to do with me." Zuo Yu acted cutely.

"Happy." Wen Qianyu snorted.

Zuo Yu quickly redeemed him: "This is good. If the parents have a strong sense of presence, the children will easily live in the shadows, and you will be different..."

"Stop talking nonsense and drive your car!" Wen Qianyu didn't buy it.

Zuo Yu said seriously: "I'm just chatting casually. I really don't think you are bad. One day, if you drink beer shirtless like a rough man, I will have a nervous breakdown."

This kind of strange imagination made Wen Qianyu couldn't help laughing, but the haze of wanting to see his father was a little less.

-

Logically speaking, Wen Mu was also a poor boy before he became famous, so he should have suffered all kinds of hardships in the world.

But now he looks like a nobleman far away from the secular world. Everything in his new home is exquisite, even the tableware is made of finely crafted silver art, which is faintly reflected in the scented candlelight in the center.

Wen Qianyu sat down unnaturally, and whispered, "Why are you making it so grand?"

"It's been a long time since I had a good meal with you. You picked you up for a few days in high school and didn't spend much time with you." Wen Mu served the extremely difficult-to-cook roast venison, and opened a bottle of expensive red wine.

"Let me do it." Zuo Yu didn't dare to let the elders serve him, so he hurriedly took over.

Perhaps in Wen Qianyu's mind, the family affection that Wen Qianyu expects is the steady flow of water in most families, rather than a dazzling but cold whim. He lowered his head and said, "I've grown up, I don't need anyone to accompany me anymore."

"But I'm old, but I always want to have a child by my side." Wen Mu smiled.

His handsome face, which has conquered hundreds of millions of ordinary people on the big screen, is just like Wen Qianyu, any expression is pleasing to the eye.

Zuo Yu looked at it silently, and then ate honestly, not knowing what to talk about properly.

Business, showbiz, everyday life?

It seems a little weird.

"How long have you been together?" Wen Mu suddenly said.

"Small half a year." Zuo Yu replied immediately.

Wen Mu curled his lips: "Qianqian doesn't like to communicate with others. He has been in love several times in Canada at his age. I was worried..."

"Don't act like you know me very well." Wen Qianyu interrupted her father.

He didn't want to make the scene embarrassing, he loved the real character, but he couldn't tolerate the slightest falsehood like sand.

Wen Mu frowned and fell silent.

It's true that every family's experience is different. If I act like a monster with my father like this, I will be beaten by Fatty.

—— Zuo Yu couldn't help thinking secretly.

"How did you meet?" Wen Mu asked again.

This question is... so fucking embarrassing.

Zuo Yu was speechless for a moment, and said vaguely: "It was introduced by a friend."

Wen Mu finally expressed his worries: "In China, homosexuality is not acceptable to everyone. Do your parents know about this?"

"Dad, don't drive me crazy as soon as you show up, okay?" Wen Qianyu herself didn't dare to discuss this matter with Zuo Yu deeply, but when she was asked suddenly, she naturally lost control: "We are in love, and it has nothing to do with you."

Zuo Yu hurriedly smoothed things over: "Uncle also doesn't want you to be hurt, I promise to be honest with my family at the right time."

"I understand." Wen Mu looked at the food that had been prepared for a long time in front of him: "If you need me to come forward, just contact me in advance, try my cooking skills, I haven't made movies these years, but I have practiced my cooking skills .”

In Wen Qianyu's limited memory, his father is like a dangerous and contradictory fierce pet around He Yun. Apart from reluctantly surrendering, he still seems very lonely, and finally couldn't help asking: "Why did you fall out with Uncle He? gone."

Wen Mu probably didn't want to mention the emotional world in front of the children, but kept silent with a gentle expression.

Wen Qianyu cut open the venison: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"He cheated and I caught him in the hotel." Wen Mu explained lightly: "Actually, men and women are the same. All the wrong genes in human nature will not disappear because of sexual orientation."

-

Zuo Yu and Wen Qianyu, who are still in love, and both of them have black and white personalities, of course they can't understand the "rationality" of cheating. They don't spend enough time together, so why should they worry about other things?

Before going to bed that day, the originally pure good night kiss turned into an inexplicable indulgence.

Wen Qianyu was so tormented by the intense sex that she couldn't control her expression at all. Her half-opened black eyes were full of unconscious tears, and her pale pink lips were slightly parted. With chaotic gasps and whispers of pain or joy, she looked incomparable charming.

Every time he saw him like this, Zuo Yu's heart would beat faster, and his movements would naturally become forceful and out of control. He just wanted to possess him, conquer him, carve his name in his life, and never separate again.

Wen Qianyu reached the climax in dizzy pleasure, her arm slipped from his shoulders to the pillow, and unconsciously clenched the silk satin.

The sudden contraction brought Zuo Yu to the peak.

The huge bedroom suddenly returned to calm.

Wen Qianyu didn't even have the strength to close her legs, so she couldn't help complaining after recovering: "...I hate it, it hurts."

"That's not what you said just now." Zuo Yu rolled over from him and reached out to touch the cigarette case from the bedside table.

"No smoking, I just washed my hair, and it smells like smoke again!" Wen Qianyu patted his chest muscles weakly.

"Then I'll take you to take a bath?" Zuo Yu hugged him meanly.

Wen Qianyu felt that all her energy had been drained, so she hummed in a daze.

"Anyway, I have to wash it, so I just smoke one." Zuo Yu lit the cigarette with lightning speed, and puffed out the smoke, making the bedroom haunted.

Wen Qianyu bit his shoulder angrily, and suddenly touched Zuo Xiaoyu: "Is it disobedient? Don't force me."

"Hey, hey!" Zuo Yu was so frightened that he quickly put down the cigarette: "Don't mess around, do you want to be a widow?"

"Get out!" Wen Qianyu has gradually faded away from the shyness of meeting naked for the first time, slowly moving her slender fingers, and looking at Zuo Yu with a smirk, her eyes are mischievous and cunning, but also revealing sweetness and love.

No man can refuse this look.

Zuo Yu felt it again, and leaned over to kiss his soft lips.

Wen Qianyu, who finally felt that she had dug a hole for herself, refused in a panic: "No, I have to go to class tomorrow...ah..."

"Don't why are you still screaming so flirtatious?" Zuo Yu stroked the sweaty hair off his face.

"You touch me." Wen Qianyu was depressed.

"Screw if you touch you? Then scream again and let me hear you." Zuo Yu pinched his almost swollen nipple viciously.

The painful and itchy feeling made Wen Qianyu collapse, and he suddenly struggled to press the guy: "I want to rape you!"

Zuo Yu naturally began to deal with the little beauty who was overwhelmed.

While frolicking, the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated suddenly, and the sound was quite loud.

Zuo Yu stretched out his hand and took it to look. It was an unfamiliar number. He asked him to meet tomorrow, and it was signed by Jin Fengxiao's lawyer.

Wen Qianyu noticed that his mind was distracted, so he couldn't help but probe: "Is there something wrong with the company?"

"I have a shit in the middle of the night, let's go take a shower." Zuo Yu got up and picked him up, and walked carelessly to the bathroom.

Wen Qianyu kicked her legs brokenly: "I didn't draw the curtains, what should I do if I was seen running naked, why are you so thick-skinned!"

Zuo Yu laughed: "Did you just find out? You should be worried about the erotic performance just now, right?"

Wen Qianyu was speechless, and lay on his shoulder for a while, and stopped talking in a sleepy state.