The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

Song Xuyao ​​was paralyzed on the sofa in the living room, holding up his mobile phone and kept peeking at Qiao Zhiyuan. Qiao Zhiyuan was borrowing the kitchen from Aunt Zhang to make soup.

As for why Qiao Zhiyuan didn't leave so late, it had to start two hours ago.

Song Xuyao ​​was terrified all day, only to see that Qiao Zhiyuan borrowed the computer, finished issuing the statement, finished the marketing, didn't even look at him, and even stretched nicely.

Seeing that Qiao Zhiyuan turned off the computer and looked like he was about to leave, Song Xuyao ​​couldn't hold back a question mark on his face: "Is this the end?"

"Hmm." Qiao Zhiyuan was in a good mood, just waiting for him to throw himself into the trap, turned around and looked at him with a smile, "It's over, we're not over yet."

Song Xuyao ​​was encouraged, but couldn't help shrinking back towards the head of the bed, feeling a bit painful...

Then I watched Qiao Zhiyuan start to unbutton his shirt, just like a close-up slow motion in a movie, with slender hands, a neat and clean collar, a beautiful chin lifted, and a clear Adam's apple moving slightly, the movements are elegant and calm, from From top to bottom, untie one by one, and from the slowly opened shirt reveals the white skin and beautiful muscles compared with other parts that have not been seen for many years... It is really full of lust .

Song Xuyao ​​swallowed helplessly, his eyes were glued to Qiao Zhiyuan's body, and he couldn't move his head away, so Qiao Zhiyuan saw someone with his mouth slightly open and his eyes shining like a mentally handicapped person.

Very well, Qiao Zhiyuan is quite satisfied with the attractiveness of his *.

When Qiao Zhiyuan took off his shirt completely, Song Xuyao ​​couldn't help but tighten the sheets.

Then Qiao Zhiyuan raised his hand and threw it, the shirt smacked Song Xuyao's face, Song Xuyao ​​was suffocated, his whole head was covered by Qiao Zhiyuan's aura... It hurts a bit.

I always feel that Zhiyuan deliberately slapped him with his clothes.

Song Xuyao ​​didn't dare to move, for fear of being slapped again, but vaguely saw Qiao Zhiyuan's upper body naked through the slightly thin fabric, putting his hands on the belt buckle, Song Xuyao ​​couldn't help but gasped .

There was a slight "click".

The buckle of the belt is undone.

Song Xuyao ​​held his breath, and suddenly his body became straight.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the metal zipper sliding down seemed to be amplified several times.

Song Xuyao ​​just felt that the blood all over his body was rushing backwards, rushing to his head. If he had a tail, he would wag it involuntarily, and explode if he had hair.

Song Xuyao ​​lowered his head with some guilty conscience, and glanced down along the dangling bottom of the shirt. He could see Qiao Zhiyuan's hairy legs under the nine-point suit pants, his smooth ankles, and his round and clean toenails. His pair of slippers, which looked like they were picked up from a roadside stall, were actually expensive and comfortable.

At this moment, he really wanted to be that pair of slippers.

In the next second, Qiao Zhiyuan's pants fell to the floor, covering the pair of slippers.

Song Xuyao ​​received a critical hit of [-] points, and his whole mind was overwhelmed by the barrage of ahhhh and exclamation points.

His tail wagged, the front kind.

Damn, he's hard again.

Why do you want to say "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Song Xuyao ​​took a deep breath, and lifted the shirt on his head. Without the obstruction of the shirt, the visual impact would break through the sky, and Zhiyuan was actually wearing a pair of bullet pants, scheming max!Yesterday was obviously an ordinary pair of boxers!

"You, you, you, take off your clothes and do it...cough cough." Song Xuyao ​​blushed and choked on his uncontrollable saliva, for fear that Qiao Zhiyuan would say "fuck you" or "fuck you", Quickly changed, "Why are you taking off your clothes?"

"Before going to someone else's bed, you should take it off first, right?" Qiao Zhiyuan kicked and shook off the pants that fell on his ankles, without even pulling up his slippers, he simply approached Song Xuyao ​​with his bare feet.

One step and two steps, like the devil's claws.

Song Xuyao ​​was dumbfounded, nodded reflexively, and shook his head like a rattle when he reacted, he wanted to cry without tears, and finally realized deeply what it means to be self-inflicted, and by the way, remembered being dominated by Qiao Zhiyuan last night Gritting his teeth out of fear, he rolled and crawled to his feet, ready to run.

Then Qiao Zhiyuan grabbed his ankle and threw him onto the bed.

Taking advantage of Song Xuyao's dizziness from being thrown, Qiao Zhiyuan quickly leaned over, took off his shirt, and locked him firmly with his arms.

Song Xuyao ​​resisted symbolically, and said incoherently: "Honey, calm down! You, you, you, you have to control how much you count!"

"Okay," Qiao Zhiyuan smiled, covered the two of them tightly with a quilt, relaxed his strength, and yawned: "Borrow Second Young Master Song's bed, and let Second Young Master Song sleep with me for a while, I'm tired died."

"???" Song Xuyao ​​turned his head to look at Qiao Zhiyuan's magnified handsome face, seeing that he really closed his eyes, he was stunned: "Nothing else? Just sleeping?"

Isn't his wife's control a little too good? ? ?

Isn't he attractive at all? !

Qiao Zhiyuan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids: "Otherwise..."

"No, no, no... that's fine, let's go to sleep." Song Xuyao ​​chuckled, glad that he escaped, but...why is he still a little bit disappointed?

The more Song Xuyao ​​thought about it, the more he felt that it was not a good taste, and only later realized that he was being tricked again. Damn, no matter what, he had to win back!

So he cleared his throat and tried to get Qiao Zhiyuan's attention: "This young master's bed is not so easy to borrow, and this young master can't just sleep with you casually, at least first... "

Qiao Zhiyuan bit Song Xuyao's soft earlobe: "Shut up."

"qaq."

Song Xuyao's ears started to have a fever, and he stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, feeling the warm and regular breath around his face, and thought that under the quilt, he and Zhiyuan were facing each other hand=feet=intertwined with sincerity, the same as last night oh... a gust of heat rises from the skin-to-skin contact.

After holding his breath for a while, Song Xuyao ​​froze, touched his nose in embarrassment, and said, "Zhiyuan, give way first."

Qiao Zhiyuan was about to fall asleep, half asleep and half awake, he said impatiently: "What's wrong?"

Song Xuyao ​​glanced at the red stain on his fingers, with a look of despair on his face: "I got up and wiped my nosebleed."

Qiao Zhiyuan: "..."

One of the two began to worry about their illegitimate children early in the morning, and the other had not fully recovered from the sequelae left by an indescribable incident, so they fell asleep in such a hug.

By the time Song Xuyao ​​fell asleep, Qiao Zhiyuan was no longer by his side.

There was no trace of the underwear on the floor.

But the car that can be seen from the window is still there.

Fortunately, he didn't leave.

So when Song Xuyao ​​came down in a hurry, what he saw was such a scene, Qiao Zhiyuan in a shirt and trousers took a small cutting board in the kitchen and slowly cut carrots, while the soup pot next to him was bubbling and bubbling, The smell of the whole house.

When eating together before, his buttocks were still aching, which caused him to have a poor appetite today.

So although their family Zhiyuan always beat him up when they disagreed, he must be a very gentle person.

Thinking like this, Song Xuyao ​​walked quickly to the kitchen, but was accidentally pulled behind, the pain was so painful, and then he was ordered by Qiao Zhiyuan not to enter the kitchen to make trouble.

The result is the current situation.

Song Xuyao ​​watched Qiao Zhiyuan turn off the fire, subconsciously moved his buttocks, and suddenly felt that the pain was worth it... After all, it was a little cool in the end, wasn't it?

Stop!

Young man, your thinking like this is very dangerous!

Song Xuyao ​​turned his head and reminded himself that this cliff is a gentle trap, he can't fall any longer, and he must do something to carry the banner of counterattack and consolidate his position as the second largest general offensive in the universe.

... So how can we show the momentum of attack?

Song Xuyao ​​looked at his phone with a flash of inspiration, took advantage of Qiao Zhiyuan's inattention, secretly took a few photos of his back, and posted on Weibo. Now he has more than 300 million fans, and the increase is faster than Xiao Yan. Brainwashed, I am almost upgraded to a national veteran.

Deleted, deleted, deleted, and Song Xuyao ​​didn't come up with a satisfactory copy. After picking and choosing photos, they still found them pretty, so they just posted them all.

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Mirror: I'm desperate for this world of dog abuse... please don't stop!Let the dog food come more violently!

Stupid: How the hell can I see a sense of pride in the four words of sharing pictures? !

Tie Zhu: Old Gong, are you a fan?

Ye Feng Hongshuang: How about your integrity upstairs? ? ?I stand person=wife shou and the president have been attacking for 1 years!

Three-piece suit on the bed: Gangzhen, in fact, thinking about the warm yougong who can cook and the president's suffering, it is even more touching!

What a fart!

Song Xuyao ​​blacked out the "three-piece suit on the bed" that had accidentally revealed the truth, and commented triumphantly while liking it. It seems that his image of always attacking is really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

Then Qiao Zhiyuan blurted out his face, "Do you still drink?"

"Drink, drink!" Song Xuyao ​​hurriedly withdrew from his scarf and threw his phone away. Seeing that Zhiyuan had already filled the soup in front of him, he couldn't help but smirked, and quickly reached out to take it...

"Hot, hot, hot!" Song Xuyao ​​called out bitterly.

"Are you stupid?" Qiao Zhiyuan also accepted, and gave him a spoon, "What were you thinking just now?"

Song Xuyao's eyes fluttered, and he said without thinking: "I want Yu Feiran to spit out all the dishes you have cooked with your own hands!"

In fact, this was the first time he ate Zhiyuan's own dishes at his Zhiyuan's house, he thought of it, and just thinking about it made him want to kill someone with jealousy!

Qiao Zhiyuan rolled his eyes: "Then you eat?"

"Hey... likes and dislikes..." Song Xuyao's whole face was wrinkled, "can you still have a good soup?"

Qiao Zhiyuan was amused by Song Xuyao's ugliness, and reached out to pat his forehead with wrinkles on his forehead: "Stop talking nonsense, just drink and go."

"It hurts!" Song Xuyao ​​yelled, but his brows stretched instantly, and he cheerfully held the bowl, and while he was picking at the soup base in the pot next to him, he asked curiously, "Why did you think of making soup for me?"

Typical eating in the bowl, looking at the pot.

Qiao Zhiyuan glanced at him: "Make up for your supper."

"Then that doesn't count." Song Xuyao ​​made an inch of it, pawed for a while, and looked at Qiao Zhiyuan bitterly: "Why is there no meat?"

Qiao Zhiyuan looked him up and down, raised his eyebrows: "Want to eat meat?"

"No, no, no... light is good, light is better." Song Xuyao ​​hesitated for a second, seeing that the soup was almost cold, he couldn't wait to take a sip, it was delicious!Song Xuyao's eyes lit up, and he took a sip while holding the bowl.

Qiao Zhiyuan was also convinced: "Drink slowly, no one will grab you."

"Yes, why not?" Song Xuyao ​​hurriedly filled the second bowl, "Xiao Yan and my brother will be back soon."

As soon as the voice fell, the door opened.

Song Jing was carrying a huge schoolbag. This time Xiao Yan brought back all the books, and all the books that had been written were not left behind. In order to share the weight, Xiao Yan took out a stack from the schoolbag and held it in his hand. Then he jumped in, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a burst of fragrance. Xiao Yan moved his nose, sniffed vigorously, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Song Jing brought him a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet on the side.

Xiao Yan was very considerate and gave Song Jing a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Can't you take your own slippers and wear them yourself? !How old are people and still have to give each other slippers? !How much trouble? !

Can you be less routine and more sincere? !

Song Xuyao ​​immediately felt that he was defeated...

"What kind of soup is this? It smells so good." Xiao Yan and Qiao Zhiyuan greeted each other, stepped on slippers and came over, staring at... the pot.

Song Xuyao ​​quickly drank up the soup, put the bowl away, reached out and took the pot into his arms, and said, "This is the soup made by Zhiyuan for me!"

Then Song Xuyao ​​felt his brother's crackling, lightning and thundering gaze shot over him. Song Xuyao ​​turned his head pitifully to look at Qiao Zhiyuan, ready to accuse and ask for support, but found that his daughter-in-law's eyes were all on his elder brother... …

Can it be better? !

Qiao Zhiyuan ignored him, stared straight at Song Jing, squinted his eyes, and lowered his face: "Master Song, I think we should have a good talk about why Xiaoyan lives here."

Song Jing put the schoolbag on the chair, and corrected confidently: "It's cohabitation."

Qiao Zhiyuan: "..."

Song Xuyao ​​saw that something was wrong, so he quickly put the pot away, and came up to stop people: "Honey, calm down!"

His brother is not so easy to beat!