Quickly travel through the book: Xiaocao Raiders Flower God

Luo Xiaoqi is an outlier in school. He even has a bodyguard when he goes to school. He doesn't have to hand in his homework, he doesn't have to take exams, and sometimes he just skips classes and no one dares to care about him. But he is good-looking, with long legs, thin waist, double eyelids, Long eyelashes, white skin, stylish clothes and a good family background, especially in line with the imagination of green girls for a school bully prince, so every time he appears at school, he will become the focus of everyone's attention.

Sometimes, some bold girls would secretly pass love letters to Xiaoqi, but none of these love letters reached Xiaoqi, and they were stopped by two black-faced god bodyguards every time, and sent to Luo Qing.

Luo Qing has a very strong desire to control Xiaoqi. Every day, Xiaoqi will have a complete report on what Xiaoqi does, what he eats, and who he talks to, for his reference, even if sometimes others Other places will also send emails in the form of e-mails. Since Xiaoqi was six or seven years old and went to school until Xiaoqi is now sixteen or seventeen years old, not a single day has passed.

As for those love letters that appeared around the age of thirteen or fourteen, once they fell into Luo Qing's hands and were seen by Luo Qing, the girl who wrote the love letter would be forced to transfer to another school within a few days, without exception.

However, except for those who handled these things, no one noticed it, and Xiaoqi herself didn't know it at all. She didn't even notice such things as receiving a love letter. She was happy every day, like a carefree The little prince who is worried, is also a little prince in his father's arms who will never grow up and does not need to grow up.

At this time, Xiaoqi was in the math class he hated the most. He listened to the teacher very carefully at the beginning, but he felt that those algebraic equations were as incomprehensible as a bible, and his eyes gradually became blurred. Mosquito-repellent eyes, soon, his eyelids drooped, his head nodded, his hands were unconsciously placed on the table, and his head was placed on the side, drowsy...

The teacher on the podium had already noticed Xiaoqi, but she continued to talk as if she didn't see anything, and even lowered her voice intentionally or unintentionally, as if she was afraid of disturbing the boy's dream.

It was the midsummer season at this time, and the sunlight outside the classroom was just right, the light was bright, but the temperature was not scorching, just as a ray of breeze came in through the window, blowing a corner of the white curtains, and also slightly brushing over the boy's black forehead hair , revealing his smooth forehead, and the side face flushed from sleep, it makes people feel soft in their hearts.

What Luo Qing saw through the window outside the classroom at this moment was exactly this scene. His brows and eyes softened unconsciously. He adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses and raised his hand to give instructions to the bodyguard who had been following Xiaoqi all the time. After the teacher asked for leave, he walked directly into the classroom, walked to Xiaoqi's desk, and carefully hugged Xiaoqi horizontally.

"Hmm..." Opening her eyes half-closed in a daze, Xiaoqi subconsciously called out, "Daddy?"

"Hush! The baby is sleepy, continue to sleep, Dad will take you home." Luo Qing's voice is the most charming voice of a mature man, not rough, not too deep, but just right for temptation, when whispering softly , just like a lover's whisper in the ear, which makes the ears warm and the heart beat faster.

Xiaoqi blushed, raised her arms to hug Luo Qing's neck, turned her face slightly to one side, buried her head in Luo Qing's arms, and became conscious instead, but he didn't want to be seen by his classmates by his father Hold, can only continue to pretend to sleep.

Luo Qing nodded to the teacher, and was about to leave when Xiaoqi suddenly whispered in his ear: "My composition! Dad, bring the composition!"

Some doubts, but Luo Qing still raised his feet and returned to Xiaoqi's desk, and sure enough, he saw a piece of composition paper placed in the upper left corner of the desk, which was a composition called "My Dad".

The corners of Luo Qing's lips curled slightly, Luo Qing picked up the composition paper, and left directly with Xiaoqi. Before leaving, he did not forget to politely say to the teacher, "Excuse me." He is not at all like a gangster//Tao boss, but like a university professor exuding a strong bookish atmosphere, extremely gentle and elegant.

"Ah! Is that Luo Xiaoqi's brother? So young and handsome!"

"Ahhhh!!! It's not my brother, it's my father! As someone who watched my father's face and voice at close range, I'm going to die from a nosebleed."

"Do you think the way Dad is hugging Luo Xiaoqi is particularly beautiful, cough..."

"I feel the same... cough... chat in private."

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Soon, there was a lot of noise in the classroom, and the math teacher patted the table and said loudly: "What are you talking about! Continue to class." Only then did he manage to control the situation, but in the second half of the class, it was obvious that everyone was not focused on the course content up.

But this is not to blame for the students, they are all Luo Qing who has no school rules, but they don't even abide by the law, and even built a few buildings for the school, so what can they do with him?I can only let it go, I hope he will not come to school to pick up Xiaoqi directly next time, otherwise the class will really be impossible.

As soon as he left the school, Xiao Qi opened his eyes from Luo Qing's arms like a dead body, hugged Luo Qing's neck and called out cheerfully and affectionately, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"

"Ok?"

"I haven't seen you for two weeks, I miss you so much! Dad, why did you come to pick me up?" Xiaoqi rubbed her face against Luo Qing's neck, like a coquettish kitten, which made Luo Qing a little funny.

"Today is your birthday, don't you remember?"

"Birth, birthday? Isn't my birthday... eh? Is today the 25th?!" Xiaoqi immediately showed a look of extreme shock, then shook her calf happily, grinned and rolled her big eyes, "So Dad came back specially to celebrate my birthday? I'm so happy!!"

Holding Xiaoqi and sitting in the extended limousine, Luo Qing did not put Xiaoqi down, but let Xiaoqi sit on his lap with his legs spread apart, facing him, allowing him to take a good look at Xiaoqi, after all, two weeks He didn't see the real person anymore, and he was actually thinking too hard.

Pinching Xiaoqi's chin and looking left and right, Luo Qing frowned imperceptibly, and said somewhat displeasedly: "Didn't you eat well at home? Are you picky eaters again? You seem to have lost weight."

Squeezing her double chin, Xiaoqi gave Luo Qing a blank look, "It's almost a double chin! I'm not thin, I'm fat! I've gained three catties recently! The nutritionist said that I need to adjust my diet a little , or you will gain weight!"

Still frowning, Luo Qing squeezed Xiaoqi's face and arms, and said dissatisfiedly: "Where did you get fat? You are so much thinner than when you were a child. Which nutritionist told you that you would gain weight and asked you to adjust your diet? Go back and quit him .”

Staring dumbfounded at Luo Qing's serious expression, Xiao Qi held Luo Qing's face in both hands, and said seriously: "Dad, are you getting old and your eyes are not good? How old can I be now? Then Will you be as fat as a piggy?!"

His face sank slightly, and the corners of Luo Qing's lips tensed immediately. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and then pinched Xiaoqi's chin and approached Xiaoqi's face. Ask very softly: "What did the baby just say to Dad?"

Rolling her eyes, but not daring to meet Luo Qing's gaze, Xiaoqi looked around and said to him, "I, I said... I said... I said, Dad, read my composition!"

Immediately thinking of a way to escape, Xiaoqi picked up the composition that Luo Qing had placed on the leather seat and handed it to Luo Qing.

Luo Qing glanced at Xiaoqi's flickering big eyes, and finally did not continue to pursue Xiaoqi's words that he was old, but asked Xiaoqi to turn her right leg across and sit sideways on his lap with her legs together, while he He put his arms around Xiaoqi's waist, put his head on Xiaoqi's shoulder, and bit Xiaoqi's ear, although his tone was flat, but for some reason, there was always a kind of sternness, "Forgive you this time, and there will be another time." ...and see how Dad treats you."

The ear is a sensitive part of Xiaoqi's body, being bitten by Luo Qing so gently, and the heat from Luo Qing's breath sprayed on the cochlea, he couldn't help trembling, half of his body was a little numb, and his waist was also weak .

"Father..." Xiaoqi nestled into Luo Qing's arms subconsciously, her voice suddenly became soft, and the long ending, with a slight trembling and green temptation, seemed to be stained with a touch of dew spring water In general, Luo Qing's heart tightened, and an inexplicable emotion rose from the bottom of his heart.

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became weird and ambiguous. Something secret and undisclosed was slowly flowing into the hearts of the two of them. It was so hot that they didn't dare to touch it. The fire burns, but the flame is so beautiful that it bewitches the whole heart beating restlessly.

"Ok?"

"I don't dare anymore..." Xiaoqi arched Luo Qing's chest with his head, feeling a restless heat pulsating and surging deep in his body, which made him a little at a loss, so he could only hug Luo Qing indiscriminately , making a longing call with a slight weeping sound, "Dad, Dad, Dad...don't be angry, I'm just talking nonsense, Dad..."

"Okay!" Luo Qing's tone was rough, as if trying to hide some emotion, he firmly fixed Xiaoqi's waist to prevent Xiaoqi from moving around in his arms.

Seeing that Xiaoqi seemed startled by his tone, Luo Qing tried his best to restrain his sudden and inexplicable temper, smiled, and said softly: "Father didn't hurt you, he was just joking with you. Do you want to read the composition? The baby reads to Dad."

Luo Qing looked down and found that Xiaoqi was wearing a school uniform today, a white lapel shirt, a dark blue jacket and a tie with diagonal stripes of the same color. It was clearly the purest and simplest attire, but somehow there was a taboo temptation. Xiaoqi, like an unripe fruit, is tempting to pick. Watching this scene, for some reason, his throat feels a little dry, and he wants some ice to quench his thirst.

Xiaoqi lowered her head and opened the composition paper, and began to read the article "My Dad" word by word, but all Luo Qing's attention was instantly attracted by the small piece of sexy white skin on the back of Xiaoqi's neck , He didn't listen to every word Xiaoqi read, his ears seemed to be deaf in an instant, all the voices faded from his world, leaving only a blank space of hoarse voices and a violent heartbeat.

It turned out that this child was already so old, big enough to seduce him, and big enough to fly with wings.

No!Never allow it!

Thinking that Xiaoqi would want to run away from him one day, Luo Qing's eyes were instantly tinged with madness. He grabbed Xiaoqi's waist tightly, but Xiaoqi cried out in pain and complained, "Dad, what are you doing?" Well, pinch me! It hurts! Let me go!"

"Don't even think about it!" As if the most sensitive nerve was touched, Luo Qing suddenly let out a low growl, and then saw Xiaoqi's inexplicable eyes, and then he regained consciousness a little bit. He forced his lips up and said with a smile, "Baby The composition is really well written."

"Really?" It's okay not to mention this, but when this is mentioned, Xiaoqi's whole body becomes depressed instantly. He hangs his head and says full of grievances, "Then why did the teacher ask me to rewrite it? I also think I wrote it well. Very good, it’s all my true feelings!”

"Huh? Dad, take a look again." As he spoke, Luo Qing wrapped his arms around Xiaoqi from behind, held Xiaoqi's hand and turned it over to look at the paper, scanning it at a glance. When Luo Qing saw the article, he wrote at the end: My father only has me, and I only have my father, so I don't want to be independent, I want to rely on my father for the rest of my life, and live happily with him.

The heart suddenly trembled violently, Luo Qing couldn't help closing the arms holding Xiaoqi, his eyes felt a little hot for some reason, he asked Xiaoqi, "Is everything you wrote true?"

"Of course!" Xiaoqi clenched her fists and said in a flash, but then said dejectedly, "But the Chinese teacher said that my writing was wrong, and she said that I couldn't rely on my father for the rest of my life. I rewrite."

"No, Dad thinks the baby's writing is very good, so there's no need to rewrite it." Luo Qing leaned over and kissed Xiaoqi on the head, a gentle smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Baby really doesn't need to be independent, Dad is willing to let the baby depend on him for a lifetime .Dad is very happy to see the baby write like this."

"Really?" Xiaoqi turned to look at Luo Qing, but was fascinated by the seriousness in Luo Qing's eyes.

Luo Qing's eyes are very good, with slightly slanted eye ends, extremely black eyeballs, and his eyes are as vast and deep as the sky. Every time Xiaoqi feels that Luo Qing's eyes hide a complete world, and there, only him , which made him inexplicably excited and proud.

"dad."

"Ok?"

"I love daddy the most."

"Hehe..." Luo Qing actually burst out laughing after hearing this, the beauty's smile was enough to captivate the city, and Xiaoqi was instantly fascinated by it, losing her head and losing her direction.

Luo Qing rubbed the tip of Xiaoqi's nose with the tip of her nose, kissed the corner of Xiaoqi's lips, and said softly, "Daddy loves you too."

"Hey... Dad!"

Hearing this, Xiaoqi couldn't help hugging Luo Qing's neck with both hands happily, and laughed happily, but she didn't know that in a place he couldn't see, Luo Qing's eyes suddenly darkened, and what was deposited in it was endless madness and nothingness. Unrepressed desire for forbidden things.