The gentleman, he is spoiled

Wen Liangcheng sensed that something was wrong, tried his best to hold back a smile and stretched out his hand to really wipe it off for Qiao Huan: "Brother Huan, I really wiped it off for you this time."

But before his hand touched his face, his wrist was grabbed, and Wen Liangcheng was a little dazed.

Qiao Huan took off his glasses and put them aside, his eyes were as black as pools of water, and his long eyelashes quivered slightly: "Is there any flour on my face?"

"...Yes" Wen Liangcheng felt a little nervous for no reason.

Qiao Huan clasped the back of Wen Liangcheng's head with one hand, and with a little force, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Huan slowly leaned forward, and gently pressed his flour-stained side face against Wen Liangcheng's cheek, rubbing it softly.

Wen Liangcheng tensed his body for a moment, and his mind went blank for a moment. His rapidly burning cheeks were in stark contrast to Qiao Huan's slightly cool touch, but the coolness did not have the slightest cooling effect at all, but made it even more irritating.

"Do you have any on my forehead?" Qiao Huan's voice was low, hoarse, and naturally sexy.

Now Wenliangcheng's brain can't keep up with thinking, he said instinctively: "There is..."

Qiao Huan smiled, let go of his hand, slender fingers slowly slid up the bridge of Wen Liangcheng's nose, touched his forehead vaguely, and finally inserted five fingers into his hair gently, lifting his forehead The black bangs in front reveal a smooth forehead and delicate browbones.

Although Qiao Huan didn't use any force, due to inertia, Wen Liangcheng raised his chin slightly, leaned back and put his hands behind his back. His hot palms were pressed against the cold marble, which made him feel even hotter.

Qiao Huan approached slowly, pressing against his pale pink forehead.

"By the way, it seems to be on the tip of the nose too." Qiao Huan's tone was gentle.

After finishing speaking, Qiao Huan moved closer, the white flour on the tip of his nose made it feel smooth to the touch, and even his heart was itchy.

The breaths of the two were entwined in the sultry air, and the surroundings were quiet only the beating heartbeat and the bubbling sound of boiling water nearby. An unprecedented feeling spread from Wen Liangcheng's body, invading every cell of him.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the light-colored thin lips that were close at hand, and an absurd thought came to his mind, could Brother Huan's lips be sweeter than chocolate...

This flash of crazy thought made Wen Liangcheng wake up all of a sudden, his bright eyes were full of bewilderment.

He pushed Qiao Huan away, didn't dare to look, and spoke incoherently: "There is no flour on the mouth, mouth, and lips."

Qiao Huan put on the glasses again, and rubbed his lips with his fingers: "My little friend, I didn't ask if it got on my lips, or are you looking forward to it..."

"No! I didn't expect anything!" Wen Liangcheng denied it emotionally.

The white flour makes the two little red clouds on Wen Liangcheng's face more obvious, which is very beautiful.

The smile in Qiao Huan's eyes deepened, and he wanted to tease him at first, but with a "grunt", Wen Liangcheng rubbed his stomach, the blush on his face was still there, and his small eyes looked at Qiao Huan pitifully, his expression still With a little embarrassment: "Huan, Brother Huan, I'm hungry"

Qiao Huan curled his mouth and rubbed Wen Liangcheng's hair: "Okay, wait for a while"

When the two sat in front of the table to eat, they looked at each other's face with this piece of flour, held up their chopsticks and looked at each other for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

Qiao Huan handed a plate of dumplings that had been dried in advance to Wen Liangcheng, wiped the flour off his face, and teasingly pinched his soft cheek: "Still laughing, whose masterpiece is this?"

Wen Liangcheng put all his heart and soul into the dumplings, stuffed them into his mouth, and said vaguely: "My...my fault, these dumplings are delicious, Brother Huan, eat them quickly... .” After speaking, he stuffed another

Qiao Huan: "..."

Later, Qiao Huan stood by the window of his bedroom, turning the teacup in his hand, when the phone rang

"Is something wrong?"

"Why do you hear your tone, I'm disturbing your good business?" Yin Shuyu's tone was teasing.

Qiao Huan took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "You forgot what you did, and what kind of tone do you expect me to speak to you?"

"Listen to you, you won't be driven out to sleep by yourself." Yin Shuyu quickly changed the subject.

Qiao Huan's tone was unwavering: "I've never been in, so what are you talking about getting out?"

"Pfft, no way, Mr. Qiao, your kid won't even let you in." Yin Shuyu suppressed a smile over there.

"Ahem, it's not that I haven't gone in before. I go in every day...wake him up." Qiao Huan coughed twice to cover up, shaking the tea in his hand.

Yin Shuyu raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said cheaply: "Ah Huan, I have a trick that can make you..."

"Stop, my Liangcheng is still a child, I don't have so many messy thoughts now, besides your method, do you think I can still use it?" Qiao Huan leaned back on the chair.

"No, even if you don't do anything, don't you want to wake up every morning to see the beauty of your child in prosperity? Besides, did my method allow you to live in successfully?" Yin Shuyu still didn't give up.

Qiao Huan pressed his forehead, and said slowly: "It's not because my kid is so easy to fool, but I'm reluctant to hear what tricks you have come up with." The main reason is that what Yin Shuyu said is indeed a bit tempting to him. ...

After Yin Shuyu finished speaking, Qiao Huan's expression was extremely suspicious again: "Are you sure?"

"Sure, your kid looks more timid than a girl, believe me." Yin Shuyu crossed his legs over there, swearing.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Huan said to himself, "Scary things like horror movies can scare him?"

......

The next day, Qiao Huan was going to wake someone up every day, but just as he walked to the door, he found a piece of paper pasted on it, written in black pen: Today is Saturday, brother Huan is not allowed to enter!

Qiao Huan smiled helplessly, this time he really couldn't even get in.

Qiao Huan sat on the sofa, frowned and thought about the conversation with Yin Shuyu yesterday. After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and started searching for "Top Ten Scariest Movies" and "Scary Movie Recommendations"...

Then look at the profile and choose

Will this scare the kids, no.

This feels a bit boring and doesn't do much.

After picking and choosing, Qiao Huan still called Yin Shuyu

"Well, do you have any recommendations for horror movies?"

Yin Shuyu said lazily over there: "Yes, I forgot, you don't watch movies, wait a while, I will find you two"

"Don't look for anything inappropriate for children," Qiao Huan warned in a tone.

"Don't worry, I understand~" Yin Shuyu's tone changed.

Qiao Huan: "..." What did he understand, and why does he feel that he understands a little bit indecently.