After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

As the sun set, the glow of the sunset cast a layer of warm light on the side of Qiao Zhihuan's neck. Fragments of light shone along the skin, and slipped into the carefully buttoned collar.

The scene burned Ye Cike's eyes flickering, he tried his best to hold his breath, for fear that his breath would destroy the scene at this moment.He asked hoarsely, "Are you... not angry?"

Qiao Zhihuan's eyes were like hooks, trying to pull out his heart directly.

He stared at Ye Cike, stopped at a nearly seamless distance, lightly touched the tip of Ye Cike's lips, and said, "I am willing."

The palms trembling tentatively pressed against the narrow and soft waist, the paint on the fingertips stained the snow-white shirt, Ye Cike seemed to be touching the first tender shoots that just emerged in spring, which made people want to stop, pity, care and love Bullying destroys.

The breath trembled and intertwined, the shirt was messily pleated, mixed with colorful scratches, and finally torn off brutally, the smooth and beautiful back was immediately reflected on the glass color plate, Huanhuan, it was simply more beautiful than the snow-capped mountains.

Ye Cike glanced through the hazy reflection, as if he had touched some switch, and almost bitingly demanded to take it.

This is a kiss, but also a fight, and an entanglement. The heat in his arms is a vine made of fresh life. The attachment and possession invade Qiao Zhihuan along with the vine, rushing in his body along the blood, and blooming a coquettish and gorgeous flower.

The person's weight makes people feel palpitating and at ease, Ye Cike hugged him, got up suddenly, and carried him to the sofa in a connected posture.

The fireplace at the side was burning transparently, and the firelight reflected fine sweat stains, which shone messily on his back like diamonds, and the red mole on his shoulder blade burned even more dazzlingly, like a mole wedged in his heart.

The consciousness was shaking, the shadow was shaking, the brush was horizontally blocking the fatal crackling sound, the air was trembling sweetly, but he was palpitating and flustered, and could only compensate by desperately possessing.

At the beginning, Qiao Zhihuan responded positively and tenderly. From the middle, he gradually lost strength. He only remembered that the glass palette was so cold. He grabbed the edge and shivered from the ice, and his arms were covered with colorful paints.

The bay window is so cold, and the snow-capped mountains can be seen in the distance from the thick velvet curtains, which are dyed pink by the sunset, like Ye Cike's kiss.

He didn't turn on the light when he carried him to wash, Ye Cike curled up with him in the dark and narrow bathtub, the warm water climbed on his skin like soft waves.

After washing, Qiao Zhihuan was put into the silky quilt, and he pressed against Ye Cike's chest, his strong muscles stretched into a beautiful shape, and the originally cold quilt quickly became hot.

The room exudes the fragrance of roses, like Ye Cike, strong and lonely, with thorns all over the body, which can leave sweet marks all over the body.

The tide-like emotions gradually calmed down, like drinking a sip of mellow spirits.

Qiao Zhihuan's whole body was sluggish, listening to the heartbeat in the other's chest, she felt at ease and stable.

His back is firmly surrounded by Ye Cike, Ye Cike seems to be obsessed with his back, always touching every inch of ups and downs with nostalgia, leaving countless colors on it with paint, waiting for the fine sweat to slightly smear On the edge of the color block, Ye Cike's reaction will always be particularly violent.

He is obsessed with Ye Cike's hands. Ye Cike's body fat is very low, and the veins on his forearms are usually protruding with a sense of presence. As long as he exerts a little force, such as when he grasps his ankles or presses his shoulders, those veins will disappear. It will protrude more powerfully.

And his hands, slender and straight, like gentle warm jade.

Qiao Zhihuan stroked his slender knuckles, and felt that she couldn't put it down. These hands completed paintings one by one like magic, and left indescribable marks on the thin skin. Finally, they were gentle and comforting like the evening wind.

Ye Cike withdrew his hand, and gently covered Qiao Zhihuan's hair with the palm of his hand, groping from the hair to the pinnae, and then stroking along the straight spine to the back of the shoulder.

He embraced Qiao Zhihuan, kissed her forehead affectionately, and asked, "I haven't eaten dinner, are you hungry?"

No one mentioned it, Qiao Zhihuan really didn't think it, once it was mentioned, the hunger after consumption was obvious.

Qiao Zhihuan looked up from his arms: "I want to drink something sweet."

Ye Cike went downstairs to find him something to fill his stomach.

It was only when he passed the hall that he noticed that it was almost late at night, and the house was dark, so he probably fell asleep early.

Originally, Ye Cike wanted to get some hot drinks to replenish energy, but when he entered the kitchen, mushroom soup was simmering on the stove, and there were baked lobster and puff pastry in the oven, which could be eaten after a little warming. They stayed.

Ye Cike set up the oven, and the rich aroma overflowed in the kitchen. The thick soup was poured into the cup and then covered with puff pastry. He put all the dishes on the tray, turned around, and met the person's eyes.

In the living room, as if he had noticed the noise, Little Fang poked his head out from the sofa and looked at him blankly across the huge room: "Ms. Ye, what are you and Huanhuan doing? You don't even come down for dinner. .”

Ye Cike: "..."

Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Little Fang was even more puzzled: "A Li Jie wants us not to call you."

"You guys are so mysterious, what are you doing?"

"..." Ye Cike looked around the room, and suddenly saw the sweater left on the sofa in the living room, and prevaricated: "We...knit a sweater on it."

Little Fang opened his eyes wide: "Why do you need two people to knit a sweater together?"

"...a special...sweater." Ye Cike's scalp was numb when asked, "I have nothing else to do, I'll go up first, Huanhuan is still waiting for dinner."

"Oh." Little Fang didn't know if he understood, rested his chin on the back of the sofa, and turned his head to send him upstairs.

Alijie’s cooking is really delicious. The puff pastry melts into the sweet and salty thick soup, and one bite feels full of energy, not to mention the rich and soft lobster.

Qiao Zhihuan was already hungry, and the food was so appetizing, he took out the largest amount of food in his life, and ate it to his heart's content.

After eating and drinking, Qiao Zhihuan was hugged happily, watching the last light scattered in the darkness.

The room was finally flooded with tranquility.

"jingle--"

The ear-piercing old-fashioned telephone ringing pierced the silence, Qiao Zhihuan opened his eyes sleepily, and it was already daylight.

He was nestled in a warm embrace, the room was filled with the fragrance of Ye Cike, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his bright red and soft lips.

Qiao Zhihuan raised her head and kissed the corner of his lips like water, Ye Cike woke up with a start, slowly opened her eyes, looked down slightly, and looked at him gently.

The phone was still ringing hoarsely, and he and Ye Cike looked at each other tenderly, as if the noisy ringing didn't exist at all.

"Morning, Teacher Ye."

Ye Cike didn't reply, and responded by kissing him on the side of his neck.

The kiss went up intermittently, melting and entangled, Ye Cike slowly turned over, with half of his body pressed against him, just about to bow his head and kiss deeply, but his cold fingers pressed against his lips: "No, it's really unreasonable not to get up again gone."

Ye Cike's eyes dimmed, and the ringing of the phone stopped abruptly.

Seeing him stop, Qiao Zhihuan got up from under him. Unexpectedly, the buttons of his pajamas were messy, and the material on his shoulders fell off weakly, revealing a large white and firm chest, and traces like blossoming red berries. With a red tooth mark.

The heavy quilt was rolled up suddenly, and Qiao Zhihuan was rolled into a warm embrace, being held down and fragrant enough.

The phone rang again at the top of its voice, and the slender, white and thin arms broke out of the bed and moved towards the phone, but were immediately held down by the chasing big hand and pulled back into the quilt.

After the third ring, one hand finally struggled out of the suffocating kiss, grabbed the old-fashioned phone handle by the bedside, Qiao Zhihuan got out of the quilt, and asked hoarsely, "Hello?"

There was a deep smile on the other end of the phone, and the proficient French came: "You are really easy for me to find."

Qiao Zhihuan found it strange.

It stands to reason that he doesn't know anyone here, and after Dacheng's affairs reversed, everyone should be afraid to avoid him now, who would look for him at this time?

Can you still find Ye Cike's grandpa and grandma here?

He frowned and asked in French, "Who is your Excellency?"

"You can't even hear my voice, my esteemed brand ambassador."

As soon as the title came out, it immediately brought back the memory of the voice, it was Mr. Small from Stardiv.

Seeing that it was work-related, Qiao Zhihuan immediately sat up and seamlessly switched her serious tone: "Mr. Small, I have some personal affairs to deal with these few days. I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

There was a hearty smile on the other side: "Am I serious? I need you to apologize. If you sign a contract, you are a partner, so don't be so nervous. Besides, if I had known that you and Laurentium had a relationship, I should have signed you when I saw you .”

Laurentium?

Qiao Zhihuan heard an unfamiliar word, but he covered it up calmly, and only asked if Small had any arrangements when he called.

"Yes, of course." Small's tone returned to seriousness, "The end of August and the beginning of September have always been the most critical period for major brands. I called to ask, do you have any arrangements for this time?"

He said a time period.

The recording has been suspended indefinitely, he should be free soon, Qiao Zhihuan nodded: "Yes."

"Very well, I'll wait for you in Paris."

After hanging up the phone, a soft touch fell on the shoulder, and it was Ye Cike who kissed slowly: "Who?"

"Smo, a job offer." Qiao Zhihuan answered briefly, "I thought they wouldn't look for me after Big Orange messed up the public opinion."

Ye Cike smiled slightly: "Stardiv has been around for more than 100 years, so of course I believe in my own judgment more."

"He also mentioned...Laurentium, saying that if he knew that I had a relationship with him, he would have signed a contract with me." Qiao Zhihuan was a little confused, "But I don't know what Laurentium he is talking about."

These words completely made Ye Cike laugh, he sat up after laughing enough, and lightly tapped the tip of Qiao Zhihuan's nose: "You."

Qiao Zhihuan: "??"

"Laurentium, nicknamed Lori."

Qiao Zhihuan suddenly realized, Lori, isn't that... Ye Cike's father? !

"I... I only heard Ali Jie call him Lori, but I don't know his full name." Qiao Zhihuan explained dryly. He made up his mind to ask Ali Jie for Ye Cike's family tree later, even if he memorized it by heart. Back down.

His father's name was not remembered, Ye Cike was not angry, but gently rubbed his head: "Get up. Anyway, there will be a lot of time to get to know him slowly."

Qiao Zhi laughed and said yes.

He propped himself on the edge of the bed, his plain white feet landed on the soft cashmere slippers, just as he stood up, several paintbrushes rolled off the bed, with deep tooth marks still left on the brushes.

The memory fragment of last night was instantly revived, and Qiao Zhihuan's ears burned instantly. He picked up the paintbrush and fled.

Qiao Zhihuan was looking for food in the kitchen in Ye Cike's pajamas.

It's strange at home today, usually when he comes down from the fourth floor he will meet people, but this time he didn't see a single person.

Qiao Zhihuan boiled milk, planning to give herself and Ye Ci Ke Wen two bowls of cereal.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter from a distant place, Qiao Zhihuan turned off the fire, and only then did he notice that there was obviously a conversation in the direction of the living room.No wonder he didn't see anyone on the way down, they were all in the living room.

Judging from the laughter, the visitor should be quite familiar with this family.However, this place is remote, and Alijie rarely has guests. The visitor is probably Ye Cike's other relatives.

Qiao Zhihuan was still wearing pajamas. He quickly filled his stomach and planned to go upstairs to change clothes before coming to say hello. Unexpectedly, when he passed the door of the living room, the door suddenly opened.

The light at the door suddenly illuminated him. Qiao Zhihuan was wearing slippers, Ye Cike's pajamas, and fluffy hair. He was caught off guard and looked at the person at the door.

Mr. He Qichun was still holding the door with one hand, a trace of surprise escaped from his eyes, and he looked him up and down several times in disbelief.

He looked at Qiao Zhihuan until Qiao Zhihuan's back went numb, just as he took a step back in embarrassment, "Teacher." came from behind him.

Ye Cike was walking down the spiral staircase, and his pajamas... were exactly the same as his.

Qiao Zhihuan: "..."

What kind of shrine is here?

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