Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

"Baby, what are you looking at?"

A man's call came from behind, Zhang Manshu withdrew her gaze, turned to look at him, her long eyelashes curled up, her lively face turned into a sophisticated calm, "I didn't see anything."

After lazily coping with the man's morning troubles, Zhang Manshu sent the man away with the last patience, and couldn't wait to run to the small western-style building next door, but unfortunately only saw the buttocks of the car leaving in the dust.

Zhang Manshu watched obsessively, completely forgetting the time.

Lin Qi stood at the door and sent Yu Tanqiu away in a daze. Looking back, he saw Zhang Manshu's bewildered expression, and his heart moved. Isn't this the little girl who was interested in Yu Tanqiu back then?

Said it was that year, but in fact it was less than a year.

Lin Qi looked at Zhang Manshu lovingly with the mind of an elder, and did not interrupt Zhang Manshu's longing.

A gust of wind blew by, and the smell of perfume from the night on her body filled her nose. Zhang Manshu shivered suddenly, as if she suddenly woke up from a dream. When the gentle eyes met, she was stunned.

Lynch smiled at her, and said far away: "Hello."

Zhang Manshu didn't wear any makeup at the moment, and she had a girly fair face. She had just turned eighteen, and she was at a good age, but her expression couldn't hide the exhaustion. She forced a smile to Lynch, "Hello."

The two looked at each other across the iron fence and vines.

Zhang Manshu was surprised that the person in front of her hadn't changed at all.

She had seen clearly from the balcony just now that Yu Tanqiu's appearance had changed, he was no longer that young boy like the porcelain figure. Compared with those men, Zhang Manshu was very disappointed with the similar aura on his body.

It's not that she still loves Yu Tanqiu.

It was just the ignorant tremor of youth.

She just misses the past.

But the good thing is that Lynch by Yu Tanqiu's side has not changed.

"Master Lin, you have also moved here." Zhang Manshu put away her sad thoughts and smiled generously.

Lynch nodded first, and then said, "How do you know I'm Master Lin?"

Zhang Manshu's tone was inexplicably immature when listening to him, and her tone softened, "I... I listened to what my second brother said."

"Oh, Second Young Master Zhang," Lynch said happily, looking at the small western-style building next door, "Is Second Young Master okay?"

Zhang Manshu rubbed her shoulders with her hands, like a comforting hug to herself, she moved her lips, and said softly, "Okay...not good."

"What does this mean?" Lynch wondered.

"Forget it..." After Zhang Manshu stopped talking, she turned around and entered the garden of her small western-style building, and waved to Lynch, "Goodbye."

Lynch also waved his hand, but Zhang Manshu had already decided not to enter, so she didn't see it.

Lin Qi suddenly felt that Zhang Manshu's expression and voice were very familiar, not the kind of familiarity from a year ago, but another kind of similarity.

When Yu Tanqiu came back in the evening, Lynch was very pleasantly surprised and told Yu Tanqiu that the neighbor next door was Zhang Manshu.

"You're such a big girl, she's completely different from a year ago." Lynch said with emotion.

Yu Tanqiu unbuttoned his sleeves and said with a somber face, "Stop talking to her."

Lynch smiled awkwardly, "Why, are you shy?"

Yu Tanqiu glanced at him sideways. That face was similar to Yu Boju's except for a pair of eyes, which were actually the same, big and dark, but Yu Boju's righteous eyes were embedded in Yu Tanqiu's body. It looked very gloomy.

"Why am I shy?" Yu Tanqiu suddenly reached out and took Lynch's hand and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, rubbing Lynch's soft hand into a tight shape like a magnolia bud, "You just don't want to move those crooked thoughts."

Lynch blushed slightly, "What wrong thoughts can I have?"

Yu Tanqiu splashed dirty water: "An old man sees the freshness of other female students, and eagerly goes up to make fun of him, isn't it embarrassing?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Lynch said weakly.

Of course, Yu Tanqiu knew that he was talking nonsense, and he was just talking nonsense. He couldn't help teasing him, and squeezed Lynch's hand like a spring, "Can you dance?"

"Dancing?" Lynch said, "What kind of dance?" Yu Tanqiu took his hand and walked towards the center of the living room before remedially saying: "I don't know any dance."

"If you don't know it, you have to learn." Yu Tanqiu pinched his hands into stickers, and put his palms against Lynch's.

The tailor's hands were very slender, and Yu Tanqiu also had big hands, which were similar in size to Lynch's, and they could fit together tightly. He hugged Lynch's waist.

Lynch was born with a pale paper appearance, and Yu Tanqiu carefully filled it with supplements, and it was still paper like, with a slender waist that could be hugged by a long arm.

Yu Tanqiu kidnapped Lin Qi like a kidnapper, and wanted to practice ballroom dancing with him.

Lin Qi was circling around in his arms, and the light gray robe on his body was bound by Yu Tanqiu's arms. A dim lotus blossomed out.

Lin Qi didn't know how to laugh, first he smiled, and then he laughed out loud, dimples appeared on his face, his eyes sparkled, and Yu Tanqiu also smiled.

The chandelier above his head radiated dazzling light, and Yu Tanqiu thought in ecstasy while spinning: How is this person not old, so young and so radiant.

The light-colored lips with sharp edges and corners are slightly upturned, because they are smiling, and a little white teeth are exposed between the two lips, which are fresh and shiny.

Who could have imagined that this man was old enough to be his father?

Yu Tanqiu exerted force on his hands, and suddenly stopped. Lynch slammed into Yu Tanqiu's arms because of the inertia of the rotation. He was in a falling posture in a ballroom dance. There was a shining chandelier above his head, which was very dazzling, and he dodged Blinking his eyes, he smiled and said, "It makes me dizzy."

At that moment, his lips were pressed down. Unlike countless times of light taste in sleep, Yu Tanqiu exerted great strength, almost as if he had a grudge against Lynch. There was no tenderness in that posture, but it was as if he was about to swallow Lynch alive , extremely rudely squeezed the tip of his tongue into Lynch's mouth.

Lynch seemed to be stunned, his lips and tongue were rigid and at Yu Tanqiu's mercy, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Yu Tanqiu pressed Lin Qi, and kissed Lin Qi until he was out of breath. When Yu Tanqiu straightened up and picked him up, he still closed his eyes. Yu Tanqiu's breath sprayed on his face. Seeing that Lin Qi closed his eyes tightly, Suddenly, he pulled Lynch's waist forcefully, "Open your eyes!"

Lynch shook his eyelashes, opened his eyes and looked at him, his expression was an unexpected and reasonable calm, there were faint tears in his eyes, whether they were stung by the bright light or for some other reason Light.

Yu Tanqiu patiently boiled a pot of warm water, only to find that the pot was an old fox with a clear mind. He held Lynch's hand, he hugged Lynch's waist, and when he secretly kissed Lynch, Lynch inadvertently Trembling eyelashes, so cunning, just pretending to be ignorant and pampering him.

Yu Tanqiu really had enough.

This is his territory now, and he can lay everything out in the light.

"Who is it?" Yu Tanqiu slowly swam to Lynch's face with the hand in Lynch's palm, pinched his soft cheek with one hand, and asked with a gloomy expression, "Who are you seeing now?"

Lynch sighed silently in his heart, it was time to show his real acting skills, "Tan Qiu, let go."

Yu Tanqiu lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Lynch's forehead, his eyes gathered light, hitting Lynch's pupils like nails, "When did you know?"

Lynch lowered his eyelashes and said flatly, "I didn't fall asleep that day."

Yu Tanqiu didn't want to ask what day it was. He looked at Lin Qi's docile appearance, but he didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart. A great sadness enveloped him. He would rather Lin Qi was shocked, scared, or even refused angrily than to see Lin Qi. See Lynch's stagnant pool of water.

It seemed that no matter what Yu Tanqiu did, he would endure it.

To endure, not to accept willingly.

Why, just because he, Yu Tanqiu, is Yu Boju's son, just because of his face.

Still can't get over it, it really is still a knot.

Yu Tanqiu's fingers loosened slightly, and Lynch's soft cheeks elastically closed, brushing against Yu Tanqiu's fingertips, the silky touch moved Yu Tanqiu's mind, and the sad thoughts were immediately suppressed.

No matter what his mother was, Chen Zhima rotten millet, he Yu Tanqiu didn't have that kind of careful thought, Yu Tanqiu pinched Lynch's face again, and kissed again like a dog gnawed his head down.

Lynch was fine with the rude kiss, everything was familiar except that he couldn't respond yet.

After the kiss, Yu Tanqiu was still angry, wrapped his arms around Lynch's neck, pressed his chin on his shoulder, and said viciously, "I'll fuck you sooner or later."

Lin Qi trembled, and patted Yu Tanqiu's arm lovingly.

The more positive his attitude was, the more Yu Tanqiu lost his temper, let go of Lin Qi, and went back to a side room to hit the sandbags with a crackling sound.

The continuous exercise made Yu Tanqiu grow a strong and strong body. With one kick, the sandbag flew high, and Yu Tanqiu kicked the falling sandbag back to the high position with a beautiful roundabout kick. After sweating and drenching all over, the anger in Yu Tanqiu's heart finally dissipated a little.

After standing still, Yu Tanqiu subconsciously twisted his ankle to relax, and after this twist, he stopped again - his habit was exactly the same as Yu Boju's.

Yu Tanqiu's face was blushing, and he walked out of the room shaking his brow of sweat. Lynch was arranging the bowls and chopsticks, "wash it up, let's eat." His expression and tone were as calm as before.

Yu Tanqiu glared at him resentfully, "Don't eat."

Lynch put down his chopsticks and said softly, "Are you on a hunger strike?"

Yu Tanqiu ignored him, walked upstairs, went into his room, rinsed it with water, and after a brief wash, he frowned and went downstairs still wet.

Lynch seemed to have expected that he would come down a long time ago, the meal was served for him, and he sat on the seat with a bowl in his hand.

Yu Tanqiu pulled the stool away and sat down with a grimace. Seeing that his hair was still dripping, Lin Qi got up and went to the bathroom downstairs to get a dry towel and put it on Yu Tanqiu's head to wipe him with water.

Yu Tanqiu said in a muffled voice, "Am I very similar to Yu Boju?"

Lynch said, "It's not like that."

Yu Tanqiu said, "What's not like it?"

Lynch said: "Brother never loses his temper."

Yu Tanqiu thought to himself: What the fuck.