ABO

When Lin Ai opened his laptop, he was almost overwhelmed by a pile of emails.

They were all sent by the editor-in-chief of "Fashion". He has not many remaining manuscripts in the past two weeks, and he urged Lin Ai to hurry up and catch up with the manuscripts.

He wanted to smoke, sniffed the smell of black cedar that still lingered in the room, and let it go.

He wanted to drink, which worked.

So he slipped into Fu Sili's study room, where there were rows of fine wines in the wine cabinet with glazed screens, and the amber liquor, which was either dark or light, exuded a crystal clear luster under the light.

Um.It is the luster of banknotes.Lin Ai concluded.

He thought, with so many wines, row after row, half a bottle missing, could it be possible that Mr. Fu, who manages everything every day, can spot it at a glance?

Besides, Lin Ai also understood that these collections were just decorations, and he had never seen Fu Sili with a bad habit of drinking.

After making up his mind, he touched a good bottle of whiskey from an inconspicuous corner and went back to his room.

After a while, he went downstairs again and asked his servants to fetch him a wine barrel filled with ice cubes, and cut a plate of salty cheese and carambola slices. Under their puzzled eyes, Lin Ai coughed softly, "This is my health regimen. The secret is not to be passed on.”

After locking the door, he curled up his white and tender feet in front of the table, enjoying his alone time.

The cheese is sweet, the carambola is slightly sour, and the spirit is full of sweetness when it enters the throat.

At the beginning, he just took a few sips while holding the glass. When he was a little drunk, his thoughts were flowing, and he was almost addicted to the plot as he typed.

When he was happy, he even gulped himself a few mouthfuls, his chest became hot. After he finished typing, he turned out the website of Fu Group, browsed carefully, wrote and drew on the paper, thinking about the luxury vehicle. The matter of perfume planning.

He forgot that brandy has always had a slow and lingering aftertaste.

When Fu Sili came back in the evening, he had already had dinner outside, and he also piled up some business to take home.

The assistant followed him into the study room, and when he saw his back when he entered the door, he froze slightly and asked him, "What's wrong? Mr. Fu."

"It's nothing." Fu Sili said calmly, and he walked in calmly.

There is a very faint smell of freesia in the air, which is barely audible.

When he passed by the desk, his footsteps stopped again, and he glanced heavily at the furnishings in the study. Almost all of them were in their original positions and had not changed, but he still felt that a certain place was different from the past.

What is the difference? ...

When his eyes glanced at the row of wine cabinets in front of him, he understood a little.

"Where did you just say?" The corners of Fu Sili's lips curled up slightly, his eyelashes were pitch-black, and his pupils were shining like stars, "Continue—"

On the glass of the wine cabinet that had been polished by the servant, there were clearly a few finger prints, which were extremely clear, clumsy and cunning.

……

When the knock on the door rang.

Lin Ai was talking to the pot of purple grape hyacinth, "You are bitterer than me?... Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

"You're just a few flowers blooming on your head. Let me ask you, have you ever bloomed in your ass?..."

"No?" He laughed foolishly, "I drove..."

After hearing the door knock, he grumbled and complained a few words, and ran down barefoot to open the door.

"Who is it?..." He only slightly opened the door a crack the size of a fist, squinting his eyes to identify the person in front of him, "Yes, it's Mr. Fu!..."

The man was staring at him indistinctly, with dark eyes.

He yelled loudly, and hurriedly squeezed the door to close it, but as soon as he moved, Fu Sili stretched out his elbow to block it.

He pressed hard, but the door didn't move at all, and squeezed hard again, but the door was slowly pried open bit by bit.

Lin Ai felt that his safety zone was also shrinking.

Finally, Fu Sili forced him into a corner through the door, crossed his arms, and looked at him condescendingly, "What good thing have you done?"

There was still half a bottle of wine left on the table, and the man was leaning against the corner, his long hair curled slightly, and he looked at him with misty eyes, his cheeks flushed, "Do you want a drink? Fu Sili..." he murmured, his lips were red.

……

He was really drunk.

Otherwise, how dare he push the ashen-faced Fu Sili to sit on the sofa, and pour the half bottle of wine into his mouth.

Fu Sili pursed his lips tightly and stared at him darkly. Lin Ai was very annoyed by his disobedient appearance. The wine flowed down the man's thin lips to the |protruded' Adam's apple, and from the line The beautiful neck is wet|wet in the shirt on the chest|.

Bewitched by this scene, he couldn't help leaning over and sticking out the tip of his tongue to|lick|the shiny liquid, and the roots of the hair on the back of his head felt a slight pain. His face was forcibly separated from his body|body.

His brows were tightly frowned, his eyes were dark and bright, when he looked at Lin Ai silently with a dark fire in his arms, it reminded him of the overwhelming galaxy in the midsummer night, drowning him in it, almost forgot to breathe .

The bottle of wine slipped from his hand onto the carpet, and the amber liquid gurgled out, like someone's tears when they were sad, and the gate opened, carrying a rich aroma.

Unable to tell who took the initiative first, Lin Ai came back to his senses and realized that his whole body had been pressed on the table.

The gorgeous hyacinth in bloom was shaking its branches and leaves violently above his head, and occasionally some flowers fell down with the movement, sticking to his sweaty cheeks.

That person didn't know what kind of bad taste he had for him, and he put his body in a very shameful posture, and every time he grinded | grinded | deeply | into | his bone marrow.

"Fu Sili...Fu Sili..." He cried and called to him, opening his arms to ask for a hug.

Fu Sili ignored him, knocking him out of his begging posture time and time again.

Lin Ai stared at the ceiling ignorantly, his vision was spinning, and tears were streaming down the corners of his eyes.

"You can't wake up... How good... How good..." He raised his arms again and said in a fluttering voice.

Finally, when he gave up and lowered his arm along the edge of the table, the man leaned | lowered | and kissed his lips fiercely, with a savage and predatory aura, even biting him.

Fu Sili turned his face again, and looked carefully, from his frowning eyebrows to his red and swollen lips, he lifted his sweaty forehead hair again, revealing his clean and beautiful whole face Come.

Fu Sili stared at him intently, his obsidian-like pupils moved, a little puzzled.

Unwillingly, he moved violently a few times, hitting his genital cavity, causing Lin Ai to bite his lip and sob in pain, trembling on the table.

The bewilderment in Fu Sili's eyes intensified, and he simply backed out, pressing his fortified chest towards Lin Ai, almost face to face, his breath intertwined.

The man's long and curled eyelashes seemed to touch his cheek every time he blinked.

"Lin Ai." He called his name for the first time, his voice was deep and unexpectedly a little sexy hoarse.

"...What are you doing?" Lin Ai responded dazedly.

In the next moment, his whole body was overturned, Fu Sili embraced him, pierced hard from behind him, his chest was burning hotly against his curvaceous back.

He kissed the glands at the back of his neck, gasping in his ear.

Lin Ai felt that the wine that had just flowed onto the ground might have evaporated, and the room was full of mist, maybe it was just the mist in his eyes.

His heart was ups and downs, churning along with Fu Sili in the sea of ​​desire.

When she fell asleep in his arms, Lin Ai suddenly remembered a sentence she had read before.

——The moment when the desire is satisfied is the moment of repayment.

He thought, isn't this just repaying it?

……

When he woke up, there was no smell of Fu Sili on the bed, and the pillow beside him was also fluffy and unmarked. Last night was like a beautiful spring|dream.

If it weren't for the soreness and weakness coming from his body, and the mess all over the floor, he would have lied to himself.

"My God! It's so embarrassing..." He pulled the quilt over his head and kicked his legs on the bed in embarrassment, "What, what?..."

How could he throw Fu Sili, who was awake, on the sofa...

And licking his chin like a dog...

His face under the quilt was so red that it was about to burn.

But thinking about it later, he didn't remember the fiery moments between the two of them very clearly.I only vaguely felt that Fu Sili called his name a few times...

"No," he couldn't help trembling, "It's too shameful, I have to go back and hide for a few days."

He did what he said.

After getting up and washing up, he went downstairs to have breakfast with a guilty conscience, and took the opportunity to snatch Old Shen over from the backyard.

"I want to use the car," he said.

Old Shen naturally nodded.

So he went upstairs to pick out a few of his belongings at random, and left with his laptop in hand, without even thinking about asking if Fu Sili was at home today.

He didn't dare to glance back until he got in the car. This villa was still solemn and elegant, but he didn't know when, the fear of this place had subsided a lot.

There was even a little nostalgia in my heart.

Lin Ai thought, it turns out that he is also the kind of person who is often said in the book that "it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality".

But, is it really just nostalgic for the stable and prosperous life in Fu's family?

He didn't dare to think deeply.

It seems that as soon as that point is touched, the whole person can't help shivering, and starts the self-protection mechanism, wrapping it tightly, without revealing any clues.

He really needs to cool down.