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With his back to Yu Zhongye.Lying on this dead-wide bed, the floor-to-ceiling window is still in front of me, shining brightly against the thick night outside the window, not a mirror but a mirror.

Xing Ming bent his body like a shrimp.He was completely embedded in Yu Zhongye's arms, tightly encircled by those strong arms from behind.Both he and Yu Zhongye took off nothing left, only the quilt covered their lower body, their cool backs were pressed against their broad warm chests, and their buttocks were sitting on his lap.

Yu Zhongye's genitals were buried in his groin, although they were half soft and not hard, but the size was still astonishing and heavy.

For the first time, the thing was so quiet.On weekdays, it has a long spear, a big horse, is hot and powerful, and every time it beats him to death, it is still not satisfied.

Xing Ming stared at the two naked men in the mirror, and began to recall how he was lying on this bed for the first time a few months ago, but after a short memory, he felt that his ears were very hot.It's all ugly.

At that time, he was in awe of Taizhang Yu, and he only wanted a place to live and live in order to inherit his father's mantle, other than that, he had absolutely no desire for separation.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the dark night.In this top-level luxury residential area, the distance between buildings is extremely wide, there are no buildings blocking the view, and the sky in the distance is unobstructed, and dark gray clouds are faintly visible.

The wind is moving.The clouds are moving.The heart is also moving.

Not practical.Getting more and more unsteady.

I was so restless that I couldn't sleep at all.Xing Ming stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows all night in a daze, thinking of Luo You, thinking of Lin Siquan, and occasionally thinking of the dark Xiang Yong and the white and tender Tang Wan, the old fox rarely let him go, but himself, full of dirty images of prostitutes and prostitutes , I don't know how much time has passed, and suddenly realized that the man behind him has also woken up.

It was still dark outside.It was probably three or four in the morning.

After Yu Zhongye got up, he didn't get out of bed in a hurry, but just turned on the light, bent down, and looked at the person next to his pillow.Xing Ming could feel Yu Zhongye's gaze on his face, but he still closed his eyes, pretending that he was still asleep.

Seeing that Xing Ming was sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt with a naive look on his face, Yu Zhongye stroked his hair, got up and went to the bathroom, and did not return to the bed after leaving the bathroom.

Listening to the movement, it's time to go to the study to practice calligraphy.

With one less person around, I should feel more at ease.But he tossed and turned and thought wildly, tossing and tossing on the bed for four, five, ten minutes, and finally got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.I had little sleep all night, and I didn't even want to sleep after washing up.Leaving the master bedroom and going to the study, as expected, Yu Zhongye was at the desk, although he was not practicing calligraphy, he was still drawing with a brush.

He was still wearing a baggy nightgown, but Director Yu already had suits and leather shoes on his body, so he had enough leisure time.Yu Zhongye didn't talk to Xing Ming when he saw him coming in, but Xing Ming moved a chair by himself, sat down near the other party, leaned on the back of the chair, and watched quietly.

Yu Zhongye's painting is about immortals and cows. Judging from the composition, it is a bit like a birthday picture. It is only 1.5 square feet in size, but the brushstrokes are in place, so it is obviously not a casual work.

Xing Ming looked at it for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Do you practice every day?"

"Write when you have time." Yu Zhongye never took his pen off the paper and never raised his head, "You should also practice calligraphy, at least you can slow down your temper."

"My temper has improved a lot. All my subordinates can prove it." Xing Ming thought for a while, and decided to flatter him loudly, "Thanks to Teacher Yu's good education."

"Chop off my own fingers as soon as my temper comes up," Yu Zhongye finally raised his head, glanced at Xing Ming's injured hand, and chuckled, "Obviously he hasn't been educated well."

Xing Ming languished, without choking.I don't want to argue, and I don't want to think of those heart-wrenching words at the dinner table.Force yourself to calm down and focus on the drawing paper.He found that, from some time ago, the familiar aura of Yu Zhongye disappeared. Even though he felt that this man was very similar to his father Xing Hong at first glance, even though they were equally tall and handsome, they were both good at it. A media person who writes and draws.

This discovery made him feel both new and frightened.

Yu Zhongye was still focused on the pen and ink in his hand, and didn't pay much attention to Xing Ming.The tip of the brush fell on the rice paper, dragging out a long line of ink, like a snake swimming in the river, without making any sound.

After observing for a while, Xing Ming felt that he was bored, so he quietly walked out of the study and went downstairs.

The first thing I saw was Lao Lin, sitting in the living room drinking Phoebe's freshly ground coffee early in the morning.

Although Mr. Yu was born handsome and foreign, his behavior and habits are quite old-fashioned Chinese, and he is far more addicted to tea than coffee. This bitter and astringent "black potion" was prepared by Phoebe for Xing Ming.

Seeing Xing Ming walking towards him, Lao Lin said "Good morning", it was really early enough, the sky had just turned pale, and he saw Lin Shangyue again.

"Anchor Xing looks good today." A pair of eyes moved from Xing Ming's face to his chest, and Lao Lin said with a smile, "The lapels are open."

Following Lao Lin's gaze, Xing Ming lowered his head and saw that the straps of his nightgown were untied, and the skirt was almost completely open, exposing his neck, chest and abdominal muscles. From Lao Lin's perspective, he might even be able to see his pubic hair and genitals.

Still nothing else under the nightgown.The naked body rubbed against the velvet, which was very comfortable.

He didn't sleep well all night, and his reaction was a little dull. Xing Ming didn't feel ashamed, but looked at his body carefully. There were some dense hickey marks on his chest, which were particularly conspicuous because his skin was too white-he had never I am too satisfied with my complexion, it is too fair, especially when I have lost a lot of weight recently, and I have a pitiful look of being delicate and weak.

Seeing that Xing Ming was still unresponsive with his clothes open, Lao Lin couldn't help but take a few more glances.In fact, he was quite puzzled. Yu Zhongye saw that everything was normal when he was in the army, and he didn't show any preference for male sex.Besides, they are all seeking favor and climbing beds for profit. He has seen many of them in these years, and this criminal anchor, honestly speaking, is not necessarily better than the others.

At most, the skin is fairer, the face is more beautiful, the waist is quite thin, and the butt seems to be fine...

Xing Ming stared at himself, and Lao Lin stared at Xing Ming.It happened that Yu Zhongye came down from upstairs and saw this scene.

Yu Zhongye glanced at Lao Lin: "You carry it on your back."

Putting the painting scroll in his hand on the banister of the stairs, Yu Zhongye stretched out his hand and pulled Xing Ming towards him, stared at his half-covered body for a long time, and then tied the nightgown strap tightly for him , Said: "Go change clothes, be more energetic."

Xing Ming obediently went upstairs and walked into Yu Shaoai's room.The shirt and trousers he left behind were put away by Phoebe in Yu Shaoai's closet. Many times, he slept in Yu Shaoai's bed and borrowed Yu Shaoai's clothes directly. Anyway, boys' T-shirts are all It's a loose fit, and you won't have any difference in height, so you can wear it indiscriminately.

Retrieving his clothes and putting them on, Xing Ming glanced at the trophies, sneakers and photos in the room, feeling a little guilty for this young master with a nice name, looking at a boy who is quite sunny, such a good bedroom The place where his father hid the dirt.

Back at the dining table, Xing Ming and Yu Zhongye sat face to face. Lao Lin did not dine at the same table, so he greeted Xing Ming and planned to go back to the Bentley and wait.According to what Lao Lin said, he came to pick up Director Yu to the airport.Director Yu's cooperation project with the American company is only half discussed, and he has to go to Los Angeles as soon as possible to settle the remaining half.

Before Lao Lin left, Yu Zhongye gave him the painting that he had just finished in the morning, and said: "Later, you take Xiao Xing to bring this painting to Fourth Master. By the way, tell him that when I come back, I will personally paint the painting." Come visit." Turning his head and looking at Xing Ming, he added, seemingly uneasy, "Tell Si Ye again, this is a kid in my station, if there is anything ignorant, he will take care of it."

Lao Lin stepped out the door and left.Xing Ming still lowered his head, pondering in his mind, the "fourth master" Yu Zhongye was talking about was not Yongzheng in Qing Chuan drama, but Hu Shiyin who had just seen him last night.

Phoebe's cooking is very good, both Chinese and Western styles are good, probably because Xing Ming has just been discharged from the hospital, and there is a table of soup, water, and very light food.Yu Zhongye didn't eat much, so he had already put down his chopsticks, and said to Xing Ming, "I'll go in the evening. You should just wake up now, and you usually have to do sailing training in the afternoon."

The director of Mingzhu Terrace had nothing to say about his network, and the two sounded familiar, Xing Ming let out an "oh", lowered his eyes, and kept stirring the coffee in the cup with a spoon.After a confrontation yesterday, I feel a little reluctant.After thinking for a while, he said, "I have other things to do tonight."

Yu Zhongye drank his tea with his head down, without even raising his eyes: "Push."

"But I made an appointment with my classmates to visit my teacher's wife." Fortunately, there was Li Mengyuan as a shield, and Xing Ming calmly refused, "It's also for my topic of medical reform."

"Classmate?" Yu Zhongye looked squarely at Xing Ming, raised his brows slightly, showing a little interested expression, "The little girl surnamed Li?"

Xing Ming gave a "hmm" and didn't explain much.He thought to himself that it was unnecessary, so far, he and Li Mengyuan have maintained a pure classmate relationship.However, everything that Su Qinghua mentioned to him, in terms of kindness and filial piety, is still worthy of his consideration.Since Luo Hua has always been intentional, and his master praised him, there is no reason for him to be so ruthless.

Xing Ming thinks that he is open-minded and doesn't have Lao Shizi's virginity complex. He doesn't mind whether his future wife has other men before him. In the same way, it can be speculated that perhaps no woman would mind whether he had such a disgraceful relationship with the same sex. a paragraph.From the very beginning, he never gave up on one idea. When the truth comes out, the dust settles, and the flowers of all things bloom, his life will return to the right track, he will marry a wife and have children, he will have grandchildren, and he will be like a dead father and a living one. As Master wished, I will live the rest of my life smoothly.

When will that day come?That day will come.

"Since you insist that "Oriental Vision" will come back next week, it is better to invite Hu Shiyin for the first character interview of the comeback. But whether you can invite the fourth master depends on your own ability. He and Liao Hui are not the same people. Get in touch with him more It’s good for you, it’s good to get rid of the sourness passed on to you by your master.”

Dozens of human lives are in hand, and more than 8000 billion money is laundered a year. These are all rumors that are getting more and more absurd and outrageous.But obviously, the public must be curious about such a character, not to mention that even Yu Zhongye is willing to honorably call him "Fourth Master", so it is worth meeting and chatting with him.Make more friends and less enemies.It's not that Xing Ming doesn't understand Yu Zhongye's meaning, drinking a glass of wine, respecting a cigarette, and politely calling "Four Masters", since he has already offended Mr. Liao of Shengyu, he can't be confused and offend another one.

However, Xing Ming didn't like others to mention his master in such a tone.With a sullen face, he didn't speak, and even really raised his sleeves to smell it, with a puzzled look on his face, sour?Where is it sour?

"Nine out of ten intellectuals are sour, and there is one who is the most sour, and that is your master." Yu Zhongye hooked the corner of his mouth, reached out to pick up Xing Ming's injured hand, squeezed it in his hand and rubbed it , "Old Su is a capable person, but he can't use this ability, let alone teach his apprentices."

Hu Shiyin is nearly sixty years old, but like Yu Zhongye, he can't tell his age at all. He can be said to be in his 40s, or he can be said to be in his thirties.It doesn't look like Su Qinghua, with gray temples and black fingers, and the image of the people at the bottom who are suffering.History is written by the winner, and the rules are made by the strong. Even the most equal time, it seems that only the winner and the strong are treated preferentially.

Xing Ming's heart was heavy, and he wanted to argue for a few words, but finally shut up.Thinking of Taichang Yu leaving in a rage that night, he was still afraid that Yu Zhongye had already given him the steps, so he must not be so ungrateful again.