I bent the devil

Xiaoqing felt that since Mr. Gu Da... had reconciled with the city lord, his daily work seemed to be less.

Why?It's not that Brother Gu took away his job, but the city lord did it himself, okay?Obviously...the two of them have nothing, Xiaoqing knows that Mr. Gu and the city owner live in the same house, but even so, the way the city owner looks at Mr. Gu often makes him, a bystander, feel jealous.

Provided as now.After the young man accidentally saw his city lord looking aside Gu Jiu, he couldn't help but lick his cheeks that felt a little hot, and looked away.

There are now two desks in the study room, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left is still the place where the city lord usually handles things in the city. It is full of neatly stacked documents and letters from all over the place, sorted and put away.

Although Xiaoqing was in charge of organizing on the surface, in the eyes of outsiders, he was also regarded as Song Qingyi's confidant, knowing many spicy secrets and contacting many important documents.But only Xiaoqing knows, "confidant"...he won't refuse, but he knows a lot of important documents?Hehe... He was actually only responsible for burning the useless letters that the city lord had already read, and handing over the documents that needed to be answered to others.

So... he, Xiaoqing, is putting it bluntly, but he is closer to the city lord. As for what he knows... Hehe, does the matter between the city lord and Mr. Gu count?

While grinding, the young man had a somewhat absent-minded mind wandering. Anyway, he only needs to ensure that the city lord has ink for his pen and hot tea for his hand when he is dealing with official business. As for whether he is distracted or not.It really doesn't matter.

But today, after Xiaoqing walked away for a while, just when she raised her eyes, she saw Song Qingyi, who was sitting in front of the desk with her eyes downcast, paused for a while, and looked at Mr. Gu who was beside her very naturally.

Although it was just a faint glance, Xiaoqing always felt that this glance was completely different from the usual one, but she couldn't tell where it was different.The young man hurriedly lowered his head to re-ink silently after thinking for a long time before he remembered what that look looked like.

Like a sugar pill that a child finally got.If you don't want to eat, you put it in a small cloth pocket. After putting it away carefully, you can't help but reach out and press it from time to time to make sure that the thing is still there.But even so, I still miss it, so I always take it out of my arms and look in secretly.I can't even bear to lick it.Just looking at it like this is enough.

Mr. Gu is the sugar pill of the city lord.

It's right in front of my eyes, but I can't help but take a look, lick...cough!

Xiaoqing paused her grinding hand, clenched it into a fist, tilted her head and let out a soft fake cough.

Although the voice was not loud, it still provoked Song Qingyi and Gu Jiu to look over at the same time.Gu Jiu who was originally sitting at another table reading a book couldn't help standing up and walking towards Xiaoqing and Song Qingyi.With concern on his face, "Xiaoqing has a cold?" Turning to look at Song Qingyi, "How about I grind it for you and let Xiaoqing go down and rest."

"No, no, no." Xiao Qing hurriedly put away the ink and shook her hand. Under the quiet gaze of Song Qingyi's pure black eyes, she said to Gu Jiu with a dry smile, "Sir, I'm fine! I'm fine, I'm in good health Already!" To prove that his body was amazing, the boy slapped his chest hard.Gu Jiu felt pain for him when he heard that voice.

Can't help but ask. "No pain?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Xiaoqing puffed out her chest and looked up like a man.

...Hmm, it hurts to death qaq

Song Qingyi saw it in his eyes, and when he lowered his eyes and continued to write the document, he spoke lightly. "Mister told you to go down and rest."

"Oh." (●—●)

Unlike when Gu Jiu said that he tried to prove his physical strength, as soon as Song Qingyi opened his mouth, Xiaoqing obediently put his hands down by his sides, bowed to Song Qingyi and Gu Jiu, and then stepped back.

After the door of the study was quietly closed by Xiao Qing from the outside, Gu Jiu turned his head to look at Song Qingyi who was busy writing and handling official business without raising his head.Looking at him quietly for a long time, I didn't wait for the other party to turn around and couldn't help but smile.

Gu Jiu was standing next to Song Qingyi's desk, and he only needed to walk two steps to reach him.Gu Jiu did the same.

Smiling, he walked to City Lord Song, and looked down at Song Qingyi who was still concentrating on writing. From this angle, he could see those important documents that others could not understand after spending a lot of effort, just like this in front of Gu Jiu. A bird's eye view.

The brush is full of thick ink and moves around on the slightly yellow rice paper. Even Gu Jiu, who doesn't know how to appreciate brush calligraphy, can marvel at Song Qingyi's handwriting.The ink is full and mellow, the strokes are round and steady, without a trace of frivolity and arrogance, but you can feel the arrogance and coercion hidden in the bones of the pen from these seemingly peaceful fonts.

Such a man, no matter who it is, will crave for it and try to get it.

but……

Gu Jiu smiled slightly.

This man is his.

As if thinking of this, Gu Baba, who suddenly felt a little teasing, lowered his head slightly, paused at Song Qingyi's pen, and when he left a not-so-good-looking pause in the original flowing handwriting, he approached Song Qingyi the auricle.

His lips were almost attached to the pinna, and his breath sprayed into Song Qingyi's ears with Gu Jiu's intentional breath at a close distance.

At a position that Gu Jiu couldn't see, Yuan Shanmei, who always looked calm, moved slightly.

——"Why are you angry? Tsing Yi?" The word Tsing Yi stretches far and wide.Especially when spitting out the word "clothes", the lips parted slightly, giving Song Qingyi the illusion that Gu Jiu would lightly bite his earbone in the next moment.

This kind of nakedness is so obvious that it can't be more obviously provocative. Few people can stand it.Especially, when he also comes from the object of your desire, even more so.

City Lord Song's expression and eyes narrowed slightly, watching the extremely ugly meal, his expression was indifferent, and the color of his brows and eyes did not change at all.After calmly putting the brush on the pen stand next to him, he slowly turned around and looked at Gu Jiu who was still bent over, very close to him, and looked at him with a smile.

The black jade-like pupils fixedly stared at Gu Jiu, quiet and introverted, not revealing any sharpness but seemed extraordinarily deep and long, but this calmness and moistness caused Gu Baba, who was originally holding a flirting intention, to raise a string of tears from the end of his back. the chill.

——It seems that the vigilance came from instinct after waking up the beast.

Just when Gu Baba was about to pretend to be calm, tilted his head and let out a fake cough, stood up, and pulled a little distance from Song Qingyi at the moment, when he was about to move, Song Qingyi pinched his chin, and with a little force, Gu Baba Following this force, he leaned forward slightly, and happened to meet Song Qingyi's thin lips who seemed to be waiting there.

... It was obviously Song Qingyi's fault, but no matter who looked at it, it seemed that Gu Jiu took the initiative to go over.

Even the current kiss, the dominance and control are in the hands of the other party.

But he is the one who is condescending and should look down on the other party to control the sovereignty.

……This unscientific.

Papa Gu:_(:3ゝ∠)_

The most unscientific thing is that...they can draw inferences about this kind of thing? !

When Song Qingyi took the initiative to close his mouth and evacuated, Gu Jiuzai realized that he had switched from the mode of "bending down to flirt with coolness" to the mode of "sitting on the opponent's lap and being kissed out of breath". . _(:3ゝ∠)_

It's... quite unscientific.

Song Qingyi tidied up Gu Jiu's slightly messy hair and collar, pressed his forehead affectionately and looked at Gu Jiu at close range, with a calm expression and the same eyes, showing the grace and demeanor of a high-ranking person. "In the future... don't do this."

do not do that?Panting for breath, Gu Baba seemed to have heard something, and couldn't help showing an unbelievable look at Song Qingyi.

...It seems that this sentence should be said by him, right? !do not do that? !

Gu Baba felt that her three views had been impacted.I was just talking, but he, City Lord Song Dacheng, was really talking!When it was over, he said to himself, "No, it's all you" with a helpless and tolerant look.want.this.Sample. "?! Wasn't he the one who co-authored Jiang Jiang and Niang Niang just now?

……snort.born!gas!dish convex

After being brewed by the sauce, Gu Baba felt an aggrieved feeling called 'I guessed the beginning but not the end' and amused her, so she kept her current posture and rubbed against Song Qingyi.Looking at his calm expression, but his eyes suddenly darkened, there was a strange excitement and complacency, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled. "You said not to be like this...is that so?"

Song Qingyi raised his eyes slightly to look at Gu Jiu with his jaw tensed, his eyes were deep, his Adam's apple half hidden under his collar rolled up and down unbearably a few times before he managed to calm down.His hands were still quiet and steady, they were placed on Gu Jiu's waist without moving even an inch, seemingly calm but the temperature of his palms made Gu Jiu clearly feel it through the material of his clothes.

When Gu Baba grinned and was about to do it again, Song Qingyi directly grabbed his waist with both hands, and lifted Gu Jiu, who was the one who carried him onto his lap, down again at this moment.Yuan Shanmei, who had always been plain, was slightly condensed, as if he was a little confused, and a little bit at a loss for such considerations.

It's like a ferocious beast that is always tempting herbivores to fall in love with him intentionally or unintentionally, and suddenly one day the role is slightly reversed, turning into a herbivore and starting to lie there flirting...

This makes Song Dacheng, who is always good at strategizing and winning thousands of miles, a little... confused.

In Gu Jiu's eyes, it felt as if Song Qingyi had the words "what's wrong with this world" written on his face at the moment, making him feel amused.

This appearance actually made Gu Jiu feel kind and couldn't help wanting to stroke his hair, but in the end he just kissed Song Qingyi's gray temples. "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, I'll grind it for you, come..." I was leaning forward and trying to get the writing brush that Song Qingyi had put on the pen holder, and the ink had solidified slightly, but was pressed by another big hand. live.

Can't help but look back at Song Qingyi in doubt, but the other party turned his head slightly when he looked over, so that his eyes didn't meet.

It seems, with a little... shameful meaning?

"...change one." Song Qingyi said, realizing that Gu Jiu didn't understand, she lowered her eyelashes and continued to add without looking at him. "...that just won't work."

……unusable?

Gu Jiu turned his head to look at the writing brush again, and it took a long time before he found a light handprint on the pen holder.It was a person with profound internal strength, who couldn't even make a sound, and made a mark forcibly, but after all, it was made of bamboo. It seemed harmless but the pen holder was broken and damaged.

and so--

This time, Gu Baba looked at City Lord Song with a half-smile.Sure enough, it's not as peaceful as it seems...

City Lord Song stubbornly lowered his eyelashes and ignored Gu Jiu, "...I don't like you caring about others in front of me."

This is the phrase "are you angry" that Gu Jiu asked before answering.

After a moment of amazement, funny emotions bubbled up like bubbles.The young man couldn't help but leaned closer to the man again, pecked lightly under his thin lips, and pecked again.

low voice.

"Well. All I care about is you."