The gentleman, he is spoiled

When Qiao Huan came back with the cake, Wen Liangcheng had already been sitting in front of the table waiting, looking at Qiao Huan holding the cake eagerly.

Qiao Huan sat across from him and pushed the cake in front of him: "Eat it."

"Brother Huan, you can eat too." Wen Liangcheng handed him a small fork. In fact, he is really not very hungry now, the main thing is that he is not hungry for cakes.

Qiao Huan took it hesitantly, wondering why the kid has changed his sex today, usually he just looks at the cake and never leaves his eyes, but now that the cake is in front of him, why is he still focusing on himself? face.

After eating for a while, Qiao Huan's computer sent a copy of company data. He may have been too focused on reading it, and accidentally rubbed the cake on the fork on his face, but he didn't know it yet.

Wen Liangcheng looked up, and his saliva was almost drooling. To him, the two sweetest things in the world were combined together, so greedy.

After Qiao Huan finished sorting and analyzing, and turned on the computer, the cake tray was already empty. He wanted to ask him when he would go to bed, but he watched Wen Liangcheng stare at him with his head tilted while biting a small fork.

"Uh, kid, are you not full?" Qiao Huan could tell from his eyes that he still wanted to eat.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Liangcheng sucked his saliva and smiled innocently: "Brother Huan, you've got chocolate on your face."

Qiao Huan picked up his phone to take a picture, and sure enough, a small piece of chocolate cream was stained on it. No wonder the kid looked so hungry when he looked at him. Just as he was about to wipe it off, Wen Liangcheng turned his head and pressed down his arm quickly, "Huan Brother, I don’t think it should be wasted.”

Qiao Huan laughed: "Then I'll scrape off the chocolate with my fingers and eat it?"

"No." Wen Liangcheng shook his head, "You just finished touching the keyboard, it's unhygienic."

Qiao Huan thought of teasing him, "Then why don't you come over and clean me up?"

Wen Liangcheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up when he looked at Qiao Huan, and he wanted to declare first that he was not playing a hooligan, but Brother Huan asked for it himself.

"Okay, okay, it just so happens that I'm not full." Then, Wen Liangcheng ran to Qiao Huan's side, licking his lips.

"Hmm." Qiao Huan didn't respond, "Huh?"

Before Qiao Huan could say anything, Wen Liangcheng leaned on the table and bent down, kissed Qiao Huan's face with a "baji", the chocolate stuck to his lips, and finally he was able to eat the "cake" blatantly, so why? Maybe just eat it.

Wen Liangcheng stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the chocolate on Qiao Huan's face, um!The double sweetness is the same as the taste that night, what to do, I really want to take a bite, anyway, it's like this, and then he really took a bite, it was soft.

Qiao Huan's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, the sizzling electric current ran up and down his whole body, and there was a wet and warm feeling on his face, as if a kitten was licking his face carefully, with Slight tingling pain, he always felt that his concentration had not been practiced to the point where he could sit still, and this was much more impulsive than sitting on his chest, if he didn't respond, he would have seen hell!

Panting, Qiao Huan wrapped Wen Liangcheng's waist with one hand, letting him sit on his lap.

It was only then that Wen Liangcheng felt that Qiao Huan's hands were really strong, and his lower back hurt a bit from pinching, and he couldn't eat cakes in this posture, so he had to support Qiao Huan's shoulders with both hands, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with Chocolate, the little face is flushed, very pretty.

But he found that something was wrong with Qiao Huan. This time it was his turn to look at him with eyes that looked like he was eating food, and the corners of his eyes were red. He looked a little scared, maybe he was angry!

Then the back of his head was buckled and directly lowered,

"Brother Huan! I was wrong!" Wen Liangcheng yelled with his eyes closed when the distance between their lips was only one finger away, but in fact he didn't know what Qiao Huan was going to do, but he had never seen Qiao Huan like this before. Moreover, his breathing was extremely short and hot, as if he had an asthma attack, Wen Liangcheng was really scared.

Qiao Huan let out a heavy breath, and continued to press down on the back of Wen Liangcheng's head, but he tilted his head, pressed his head on his shoulder, and then buried himself hard into his neck "to ....Life"

"Huan...Brother, I was really wrong, don't be angry, and you didn't let me..." Wen Liangcheng didn't dare to move, his voice became smaller and smaller, because he was afraid of being beaten... ..Wen Liangcheng's voice of admitting his mistake was softer than usual, Qiao Huan's heart almost melted into chocolate sauce, "Little friend, I'm not angry." He let go of his hand and slid it onto Wen Liangcheng's waist.

Hearing that Qiao Huan's tone returned to normal, Wen Liangcheng breathed a sigh of relief, held Qiao Huan's face in both hands, and told the truth: "Besides, Brother Huan, you are really sweet."

Qiao Huan suppressed the fire, quickly carried him to the bed, and rolled into the middle of the bed. After staying like this for a while, he would have to hold back his internal injuries: "I... go take a bath." He could see that the child It was really scary.

However, when Qiao Huan entered the bathroom, his head was still covered. He suspected that the blood was too congested, and it was not until the cold water rushed down that his temperature was lowered.

Qiao Huan leaned against the same cold tiled wall, slowly touched his face, then the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and finally the shrewd Mr. Qiao smiled like a fool.

Outside, Wen Liangcheng was wrapped in a quilt, and rolled several times on the bed depressedly. Is his cake alive or not? It's over, he won't run away.

So Wen Liangcheng ran out of bed and locked the door. Although he knew it was useless, he took it as psychological comfort.

When Qiao Huan came out after wiping his hair, Wen Liangcheng was still asleep, lying on the bed and staring at him with round eyes: "Brother Huan, are you still angry?"

"I'm not angry at all." Qiao Huan smiled helplessly, and sat on the bed: "You think I'm angry, so you waited until now and didn't sleep?"

Seeing Qiao Huan's smile, Wen Liangcheng was more relieved. He turned over and rolled to Qiao Huan's side, resting his head on his thigh, and stopped talking.

Qiao Huan stroked his hair, "But, what you did to me today, you can't do it to others, do you know?"

"I know." Wen Liangcheng propped his chin, and kowtowed his head, "No one will be sweeter than you..."

Qiao Huan lowered his head and kissed Wen Liangcheng's hair, "Liangcheng, you almost made me do something bad today, you know?" After finishing speaking, Qiao Huan squatted on the ground and stroked Wen Liangcheng's cheek: "But... it's because I like it so much, I can't do bad things to my little friend."

Afterwards, Qiao Huan stood up and covered Wen Liangcheng with a quilt, while he sat back in front of the table, turned on the computer, and looked at the business data for the whole night...