Dressed as a canary and turned into an attack

Chu Yao opened his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, moved his head to the pillow next to him, hooked Su Xingqiao's neck with his big hand, pulled him down, and put his cheek against his cheek, "Are you ready? here we go."

Su Xingqiao pecked Chu Yao once.

Pushing down the furry head, Su Xingqiao's weight also fell on Chu Yao's body. Su Xingqiao's arms spontaneously wrapped around Chu Yao, and he lowered his head first as if he had learned without a teacher, and opened his mouth to enclose Chu Yao's upper lip.

Chu Yao opened his lips and teeth to accept him, the tip of his tongue probed, touched, licked the delicious shellfish, and tasted the sweetness and softness like nectar.

Su Xingqiao hummed from above, his voice softened to water.

The voice was still cold, as if the snow on the mountains had melted a little and flowed down the turbulent river valley, discussing with him with the breath of ice and snow, "Mr. Chu, can I take a breath?"

"Why do you still call me Mr. Chu, huh?" Chu Yao didn't understand the magical power of the three words Mr. Chu.

Su Xingqiao buried his face in Chu Yao's neck, and said after a while, "Because Mr. Chu is the hero who saved me."

is my god.

Fearing that his deep feelings would burden Chu Yao, Su Xingqiao knew that he was good-looking. If Chu Yao liked him, he would most likely like this face. Why can't he live without him——

He didn't believe it, but he was happy with the words.

If Chu Yao only thought of himself as Su Xingqiao's hero, wouldn't it be natural for the hero to be surrounded by many admirers?

He can convince himself not to be sad.

"Then what about Chu Yao?"

"Chu Yao—Chu Yao is a lover."

Su Xingqiao thought for a while, under what circumstances would he call Chu Yao directly, there seemed to be only two situations: a stranger or a lover.

Picking up what Chu Yao loved to hear, the other party really laughed, and a warm kiss fell on his forehead.

"Sisi is so cute, can I kiss you again?"

Su Xingqiao put his mouth on it bluntly, omitting to answer.

The employees in the towering building were in a hurry, with documents in their left hand and coffee in their right. Except for the people in Nagano, no one set their sights on the 24th floor.

"It's still jingling inside, Mr. Zhang is too strong." The employee who came back from the bathroom just now reported the new progress.

"What noise, why didn't I hear it?" A frizzy sentence came out from behind the desk, revealing only a pair of curious eyes.

"Kids, don't worry about these things, go back to your work station and do what you are doing."

"But, no..."

"There's nothing wrong with it." The old employee stretched out his finger and pointed at it. "At most, he can change his surname. Whether someone should take care of his head or someone else should take care of him. Don't be lazy."

The real young interns were persuaded to go back, and the old employees got together again to talk about the topic just now.

Zhang Ye made a round of phone calls, and ended up smashing around in the office angrily. He heard that his favorite decorations shook to the ground.

In the past, if someone told Zhang Ye that you would have nothing in one day, he would definitely scoff.

This world will always favor some people, especially those who are not very particular about him, otherwise how could he make him stand out.

Zhang Ye was dressed in a formal suit and used to be a social elite who looked like a dog. When he went out, men and women flocked to him, just in response to the saying that men are not bad and no one loves them.

Now the expensive shirt is tightly attached to his body, wet and dry, and his hair sticks to his forehead in locks. He looks like a stray dog ​​in the sun.

Staring at the news sent by the private detective with scarlet eyes, he wished to find out Mr. Su between the lines, eat his flesh and drink his blood.

What a good Mr. Su Xingqiao Su!

The geese were pecked at the eyes by the geese all day long, and the little thing thought that the big tree on the list would be able to enjoy the shade. Zhang Ye gritted his teeth viciously, and the words almost came out from between his teeth, "I'm not happy, no one will Don't overthink it."

Forking off the plan to seek peace from Chu Yao, he contacted Gao Lin cruelly, "Do you want to become a shareholder of Nagano?"

In the evening, Zhang Ye finally got out of the office. Everyone looked at his expression and couldn't guess the follow-up, but they still had to ask for greetings.

Zhang Ye responded indifferently as usual, "Please ask Auntie Cleaning to tidy up my office. We will have a meeting on time at 09:30 tomorrow morning. Let's review this project. Members of the second group, please pay attention and learn from it."

Zhang Ye put down these words and left. No one left early in the restless office. They all squatted at their workstations and worked out the workload of these two days in full swing.

Only the little intern smiled happily and rolled his eyes, "Thank you brothers and sisters for reminding me, I've finished my work, see you tomorrow~"

Zhang Ye didn't know those sighs, he was waiting outside Fenghe's supermarket in Quyuan.

A familiar figure finally appeared, looking a little fatter from a distance, not like the weak willows that would fall down at a poke, holding a kraft paper bag in his arms, with fresh green leaves sticking out, walking in and seeing a flower Fresh calla lilies.

Bright yellow cores and pure white flowers spread out on the side of Su Xingqiao's face.

The sunset in autumn is so red that there is no temperature, and it becomes cold when the wind blows. Su Xingqiao is wrapped in a soft sweater, which collides with his own appearance to create a strange and attractive attraction.

His gaze was glued to him, and he couldn't tear it off.

Zhang Ye was a little uncomfortable—was Su Xingqiao like this before?

The memory is too long, three years is enough for him to forget those beginnings, the last time he saw Su Xingqiao was half a year ago when Xu Qing led him away.

Once the dust-laden memory is opened, it will be difficult to look at Su Xingqiao with the amazing eyes just now, a plaything, and it is also a plaything after running away.

Zhang Ye pushed the car door to block Su Xingqiao's way, the person holding the paper bag stopped to make a detour, apologized, but took two steps back when he raised his head.

Zhang Ye noticed Su Xingqiao's movements, sneered, stared at the snow-white ankle, approached and said: "Why, Chu Yao raised you, kept you, and wanted you to cook."

The big hand shook the paper bag, glanced at the contents, and got closer to Su Xingqiao's face, "Why didn't I see you virtuous before, maybe you are subdued, so we will love you."

Seeing him, Su Xingqiao trembled in fear at first, and when he grabbed the paper bag, he thought of what Chu Yao had said to Chu Yao: Zhang Ye is just a paper tiger.

Su Xingqiao licked his lips to cheer himself up, and said like a cannonball, "What are you, even a pile of garbage deserves me to cook for you. You don't look very good, but you think it's pretty!"

"I like Chu Yao, and I am willing. If it were for you, I would not want you to have a better life!"

"Stay away from me! Get out!!"

Su Xingqiao's voice grew louder and more confident, because he saw Chu Yao waving at Zhang Ye behind him.

Zhang Ye didn't know that Chu Yao was here, or that even if he knew, he wouldn't change his mind. His first reaction when he became angry was to slap his hands.

Su Xingqiao moved faster than him, clamped the paper bag with his left arm, freed his right hand and slapped Zhang Ye's face so hard that Zhang Ye's head was tilted.

The same shock made Su Xingqiao's hands numb.

Zhang Ye was about to strike hard in the next second, but someone locked his throat from behind. Chu Yao controlled Zhang Ye who was struggling, and said to Su Xingqiao, "Can you relieve your anger? Can you hit me two more times."

In the crowd, people began to detour around ten meters away. Su Xingqiao was really immersed in the feeling of slapping. When Chu Yao asked him, he answered honestly, "I want to slap."

Chu Yao dragged people into the car, pulled out Zhang Ye's tie to restrain himself, kicked his feet around twice with the seat belt briefly, and vacated the seat on the other side for Su Xingqiao.

Chu Yao watched as his slender and fair five fingers gesticulated on Zhang Ye's slap print, and the afterimage flashed out quickly, and a symmetrical slap print was printed on Zhang Ye's other cheek.

"I. Grass. You. Ma Su Xingqiao! Fuck, Chu Yao, you fucking wait!"

Chu Yao held down his throbbing legs, "You didn't intend to do anything good when you came here by yourself. Private detectives are useful, right? What's the news?"

"It's you!" Zhang Ye's eyes were tearing apart.

"Of course it's me, not only that, I have a gift for you." Chu Yao called the police on the spot, "If you have anything to do with the police, please explain it to the police."

Chu Yao submitted Zhang Ye's criminal evidence and the evidence of illegally imprisoning Su Xingqiao that he had collected. Now that Zhang Ye bumped into him, it could be regarded as making Su Xingqiao vent his anger in advance, but Chu Yao thought it was too light for two slaps. up.

On the way home, Chu Yao rubbed Su Xingqiao's hand, "Look, it's all red."

"I didn't know I had such great strength." Su Xingqiao calmed down, and he didn't know how to face Chu Yao.

At that time, he only wanted to relieve his anger, and Chu Yao supported him and encouraged him to do it.

He really moved his hands.

In fact, his heart is still beating now, and the shadow that he didn't dare to fight before has turned gray and white, falling lightly on the ground, and he feels that the soles of his shoes are dirty even when he steps on it.

Chu Yao stroked his hair, he seemed to have raised the little snail to be braver today.

Zhang Ye's matter was dealt with very quickly. When Su Xingqiao saw him again, it was already reported on the financial news. The nickname of economic fraudster was attached to Zhang Ye's name and photo, which was very conspicuous.

Wearing a small orange vest, he restrained his unruly face, lowered his head, and answered questions humbly.

Su Xingqiao didn't finish listening, just listening to these background sounds, Su Xingqiao lay on the old place on the glass window.

The thoughts in his heart surged and flooded his whole body.

The morning sun was warm, and the tears that flowed quickly evaporated.

The calla lilies on the table are juicy.

The kitchen was bustling again, and suddenly there was a rush of bells in the room amidst the fireworks.

Su Xingqiao put down the spatula, and there was a curious expression on Yan Li's face, did Chu Yao leave his mobile phone at home?

The bell rang three times, and Su Xingqiao pleaded guilty outside the door, and picked up the mobile phone that vibrated and rang.

The eye-catching word Ning Yu came into view.

Su Xingqiao answered the phone, "Hello—"

"Chu Yao, Chu Yao, save me!"

The voice on the other side was chaotic, and Su Xingqiao squeezed the phone tightly, unable to respond for a while.