[ABO] is falling into the arms

Throughout the day, he was absent-minded, and all his thoughts were attracted by Yan Jinxiao.

Cloud knocked on the desktop: "What happened to you today?"

Cheng Qin was expressionless: "Sorry, let's continue this matter tomorrow."

Cloud was very helpless: "Is it because of Yan Jinxiao?"

Cheng Qin looked at her, and Cloud looked at his puzzled eyes, like a naive child, and couldn't help smiling slightly: "What's wrong? I'm confused, how do I know, do I need to say more about this kind of thing? Every time I meet When you see him, you are not you anymore."

Cheng Qin showed deep confusion at this moment, his blue-gray eyes floated like fish in the sea: "I don't know, I don't know what kind of emotion I have for him, this..."

He clearly knew that it was wrong to let go of Yan Jinxiao's emotions, but when he saw Yan Jinxiao's eyes, he was like a sheep caught in the forest, he didn't know the north, south, east, west, and north at all, but he was sure that Yan Jinxiao had brought him all the happiness People who are warm and warm, just like the forest brings the ultimate happiness to Aries, if you step into it easily, you will get lost.

Cloud knew that he was wavering, and said in a puzzled way: "Then why don't you go to prove it yourself? What kind of feeling is that, wouldn't it be good to go and prove it? But you don't dare, you are afraid that you will get stuck in it and cannot extricate yourself, Right? Or, would you rather have him hurt?"

Cheng Qin was suddenly very anxious: "No, you don't understand, you don't know at all, I am the person in the world who wants him to be happy the most!"

Cloud smiled: "Well, although I was jealous that you surpassed me in treating him before, but now I think you, Director Cheng, must be the last widow in the company."

The people in the company left work one after another. Cheng Qin sat in the office, pretending to be working, unable to read a word.

Until late at night, when Cheng Qin got up to pick up his suit, he was dizzy for a while, because he hadn't eaten all day, he had long lost his strength, and his stomach felt extremely uncomfortable.

Cheng Qin was startled by the sudden appearance of a pair of hands supporting him. It really appeared suddenly without warning.

"Let you have breakfast, you didn't, Uncle Cheng is not good." Yan Jinxiao's voice rang in his ears.

Cheng Qin was startled: "Why are you so timely?"

"Just came in." He stayed outside all night, how could he not be in time.

Yan Jinyan asked him to sit on a chair: "Have you not eaten all day?"

Cheng Qin felt a little guilty when he heard that his tone seemed to be asking questions, "What about coffee?"

As soon as these words came out, I really felt that the young man sneered. Cheng Qin was waiting to be scolded by him, and he felt his hands rubbing his stomach. It was warm and powerful, and it was much more comfortable. These hands really have magical powers.

Yan Jinyan opened Cheng Qin's drawer, and there were some file utensils and coffee powder, what was the most?toothbrush!

Looking at the toothbrush in a drawer, Yan Jinxiao was not surprised, but Cheng Qin turned his face away with a strange expression.

In the end, he brought some snacks to Cheng Qin in the tea room on the second floor.

Cheng Qin took a bite of a dry chocolate biscuit, feeling astringent and sweet, and it was so sticky in his throat: "Why don't you go back to Paris?"

"What do you think?" He thought about Uncle Cheng for more than a year, how could he solve it in a day.

The chocolate was really too sweet, Cheng Qin put the chocolate he took a bite out of on the table, and took a piece of bread, it was so dry that he wanted to throw up.

Yan Jinyan grabbed him: "Go to where you live, and I'll cook for you."

Cheng Qin was a little panicked: "No, just here, it's fine."

"Here?" Yan Jinxiao smiled ambiguously: "Uncle Cheng wants to do it here, and I have no objection."

Cheng Qin pushed his head: "What?"

"Cook……"

Yan Jinxiao picked him up, and Cheng Qin said violently, "What the hell, I'm not a woman..."

"If you refuse again, I will kiss you to death." Yan Jinxiao said coldly.

Cheng Qin was stunned, so he could only shut up, nestling in his arms, the girl chirped weakly.

Cheng Qin bought a two-story house in Marseille, which is only a 5-minute drive away from the company.

Cheng Qin looked flustered along the way, trying to stop Yan Jinxiao, but Yan Jinxiao ignored him.

This is a rather Gothic-style building, surrounded by a one-meter-high red wall, planted with several tall plane trees, and piles of small and thin daisies.

Cheng Qin moved slowly, hesitated to speak: "Why don't you go to eat somewhere else..."

"Look, there isn't even a trace of blood." Yan Jinxiao rubbed his bloodless lips with his fingers, making his lips slightly rosy.

Cheng Qin was taken aback, lowered his eyes, and trembled, this beautiful finger could already take away his soul, especially when this hand was placed on his own lips, it stirred up a more and more stubborn heartbeat.

Yan Jinxiao was obsessed with Uncle Cheng's lips that instantly turned pale. As a man in his early forties, he had baby muscles that could be squeezed out with just a touch, and his mixed-race blue-gray eyes looked like a doll.

He leaned over and kissed Uncle Cheng's cheek, the warmth gradually thinned to the corner of his mouth, and finally solidified on his lips, but it only stayed for a few seconds before the warmth left.

Cheng Qin felt a little inexplicably lost and dissatisfied, and remembered Cloud's words: You are afraid that you will be stuck in it and cannot extricate yourself, right?

Maybe cloud was right, he simply couldn't resist Yan Jinxiao.

"What is Uncle Cheng afraid of?" Yan Jinxiao smiled slightly, his pupils reflected the sky of stars and moon, and the clouds were bright and white: "Or is Uncle Cheng hiding in the golden house?"

Cheng Qin's heartbeat was raised by his smile, and Yan Jinyan had already held him—his hand trembling slightly due to hypoglycemia, and pressed the button to open the door.

Cheng Qin's anxious ears turned red: "Then can you close your eyes?"

Yan Jinxiao unexpectedly cooperated, and he closed his eyes.

Cheng Qin didn't even dare to turn on the light, and hurriedly took off a stack of photos on the wall.

"All right……"

Yan Jinnight heard a mess of voices, followed by Uncle Cheng's panting. He opened his eyes and glanced at the living room. It was decorated in black and gray, but the sofa was flamboyantly red, and the walls were bare.

Cheng Qin finally breathed a sigh of relief, thirsty, opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of milk, raised his head and poured it into his stomach, suddenly his pupils trembled.

puff!

When he saw a pair of huge fish that slipped through the net on the ceiling, milk sprayed all over the floor from his mouth.

Yan Jinxiao was about to raise his head when Uncle Cheng pressed his head first: "Little Unforgettable!"

Yan Jinxiao's ears are sensitive, and he frowned at his decibel shock: "What's wrong?"

Milk was still dripping from the corner of Uncle Cheng's mouth, his lips became whiter, but his face turned red with anger: "Didn't you say you wanted to kiss me to death? You did!"

This is really too suspicious, Yan Jinxiao was determined to raise his head to see the truth, when suddenly he felt his shoulders being pressed tightly, Uncle Cheng kissed him forcefully, saying it was a forced kiss, but he was much shorter than Yan Jinxiao, so it's fine if he refuses to stand on tiptoe. The young man's head was forced to be pushed down, so due to uneven force and wrong posture, the two were honored to hit the floor.

Yan Jinxiao pressed on him, put his hands under him, and protected his body. Although this posture is very ambiguous, in the past, this opportunity must not be missed, but now he just wants to play tricks on Uncle Cheng, just want to see What on earth was on the ceiling? Cheng Qin hugged him tightly, not allowing him to get up.

"What's the matter?" Yan Jinxiao was forced to press on top of him.

"I'm cold, you press me like this to keep me warm..."