I walk the career line in dog blood

"I drank so much tea just now, why don't you eat something to fill your stomach?" Xie Jiu knew who it was when he smelled it.

"It's just tea, Uncle Jiu still loves me, otherwise there are so many tables, drinking all the way, I'm afraid I'm going to lie down and go back today. But Uncle Jiu, are you uncomfortable?" An Yinong who came out pressed his hand Reaching the lower abdomen where Xie Jiu pressed before, "Is it stomach discomfort?"

An Yinong's body temperature may be a little higher than Xie Jiu's, and his hand was pressed against Xie Jiu's lower abdomen, feeling warm.But this is a public area, people come and go, if someone sees it, there will inevitably be gossip.

Xie Jiu didn't care about it himself, but it would be bad to affect An Yinong.

"I brought painkillers," he said.

"Painkillers are just painkillers, you really should recuperate your stomach."

"Cough." Grandpa He didn't know when he appeared here. He didn't seem to see the two people who were frozen there, and he said to himself, "When you are old, you are useless. You can get lost when you go to the bathroom."

As he spoke, he turned back to himself, and soon disappeared from the sight of An Yinong and Xie Jiu.

"Mr. He..."

Xie Jiu looked at An Yinong, but An Yinong just smiled and kissed him, stood up and ran towards Grandpa He: "Grandpa, where are you going? I'll take you there."

Xie Jiu was the only one left in the small living room again. Xie Jiu rubbed his fingertips against his lips: Does this mean agreement?

"Grandpa." An Yinong supported Grandpa He, his voice became sweeter.

Grandpa He glanced at him and lowered his voice: "Your father made a big splash back then. I thought he was the most troublesome one among his descendants, but he turned out to be the most troublesome one. You are silent and holding back."

"I know grandpa loves me the most." At this time, he pretended to be stupid.

"Grandpa is old and can't control it anymore."

The parents of the family acquiesced that the matter was half done, but An Yinong was still wondering why the most rigid grandpa in the family didn't object?

"Because your wings are hard?" Xie Jiu, who was wearing casual home clothes, leaned on the sofa to correct the dialogue on the sketch, and he answered him with what An Yinong told Third Sister He.

"It has nothing to do with this. Grandpa doesn't value this."

The banquet was over, the guests also went home, and the received gifts were piled up in another room, waiting to be unwrapped, but the little birthday boy hurriedly sat at the table to finish drafting.

The assistant is not here now, and his workload is a bit heavy, so Xie Jiu is handed over to Xie Jiu for text correction.

Xie Jiu knew that An Yinong often missed or made typos when writing, but he couldn't help but be happy when he looked at the pencil writing in his hand: the font is so beautiful, and the atmosphere of elites rushes to his face, but the words are always missing. There is a wonderful sense of contrast.

He read the dialogue once before erasing the traces of the pencil, leaving his own handwriting with the pen he carried with him.An Yinong's handwriting is standard regular script, with a calm atmosphere, while Xie Jiu's handwriting is sharp, and the two are very harmonious when put together.

Xie Jiu revised one by one, and the time passed by every minute and every second. Finally, all the first drafts in hand had been revised. He raised his head and was about to change another batch of drawings, but saw An Yinong lying on the table, as if Fell asleep.

An Yinong had indeed fallen asleep. He got up early and had a lot of things to do today. He just finished drawing the last sketch and wanted to relax and close his eyes. As a result, his mind relaxed and his body relaxed as well—he fell asleep.

"Are you tired?" Xie Jiu's fingers combed through the soft and smooth black hair, as if touching a piece of satin.He carried him to the bed and leaned over to take a closer look.

His teenager was already a youth before he knew it, wearing a well-fitting dress with cuff buttons he had chosen on the cuffs of his shirt.

"Great performance today." He kissed the back of his hand carefully and piously, "Thank you for choosing me."

"Is there a reward?" The young man on the bed opened his eyes, put one arm around Xie Jiu's neck, tightened it, and breathed softly on his neck, "Uncle Jiu, I performed so well, shouldn't you show something? .”

Xie Jiu was stunned for a moment, but a warm hand playfully reached into the hem of the shirt, winding up along the curve of the abdominal muscles.

"A Tong." Xie Jiu's voice became hoarse, and her breathing became disordered.

"Uncle Jiu, you are so cute. Have I ever said that I never fell in love with you for a long time, but fell in love at first sight when I saw you? Another thing to say, Uncle Jiu's Tang suit today is also very beautiful, with a thin waist , the legs are long, I like it very much."

An Yinong said while pressing his favorite Uncle Jiu under his body.

Xie Jiu could only feel a small flame rising up in his body, and his reason became shorter and shorter. His muscles tensed, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Only the body likes it?"

"I like the face too."

"There's more." Xie Jiu stretched out his hand to unbutton his own button, and took off the puller on his finger.

"I like the soul inside the most. How much do I like it, as much as I like myself..."

An Yinong's words were as warm and candid as ever, and Xie Jiu couldn't refuse to be attracted.

As always, Xie Jiu is not good at expressing what is in his heart. He can only describe his love with practical actions—even when he is together, he must give priority to pleasing his lover's love.

Touching Xie Jiu's tight arm, An Yinong's eyes were wet, his chest heaved and he spoke intermittently: "You can be more presumptuous, this is the privilege I gave you."

Xie Jiu narrowed his eyes, kissed his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice, "I obey."

The black Tang suit was stacked with a navy blue suit, and the emerald green fingers rolled to the ground between the pulls of the sheets and broke into two pieces, but no one paid any attention to it.

An Yinong leaned back, his eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, and all his voices were suppressed in his throat, only some vague air sounds came out, like feathers scraping Xie Jiu's eardrums.

Xie Jiu likes every part of him, like the redness at the corners of his eyes, the cute bead on his lips, especially the pink earlobe with a small pierced ear.

"I'm glad to be liked by you, Yinon."

An Yinong opened his eyes slightly, and he saw a pair of deep red eyes with tenderness and persistence: "You found me again."

An Yinong wanted to ask something, but the waves came one after another. He didn't know when he fell asleep. He only knew that when he woke up the next day, he was so tired that he didn't even want to lift a finger, and the sun outside It's almost downhill.

The room was clean and there was no other smell, and the desk was also clean.Xie Jiu moved the stool and sat beside his bed, watching him for some time.

An Yinong: ... (blinks)

"The editor came to pick up the manuscript, and I already gave it to her." Xie Jiu pretended to pick up the book.

An Yinong looked up at him, quietly admired the beauty for a while, and asked, "May I ask?"

"I can't say, but I will always be with you." Xie Jiu tightened his fingers holding the book, and glanced at An Yinong, "Sorry."

"If you don't tell me, I won't ask." He got up a little, kissed him, and then retracted his head into the thin quilt, "I want to sleep for a while."

Xie Jiu touched the kissed cheek and put down the book: "I'll go downstairs and cook a bowl of noodles for you."

"No noodles, but small wontons." A muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"it is good."

Little wontons like a fairy dress, sprinkled with green onion, golden egg shreds, and pink transparent dried shrimp, An Yinong ate without looking up.

Xie Jiu watched him eat bite by bite, he didn't know how satisfied he was now.He only knows that his own barren and lifeless world is now being painted over with color.

"Want to eat?" An Yinong held up a spoon, and there was a little pink cloud in the spoon, "Ah."

Xie Jiu stuttered down the small wonton, the strange sweet taste made him almost spit it out.

"Hahahahahaha." An Yinong scooped up the last small wonton while laughing, "Are you too nervous to treat sugar as salt?"

Xie Jiu wanted An Yinong not to eat it, but he had already eaten the last one.An Yinong has always been picky about food, it can be simple, but it must be done well, but he laughed and ate all the uncooked wontons.

Saying an inappropriate word, Xie Jiu felt that he was the one he liked unprincipled.

This wonderful feeling made him a little overwhelmed. He wanted to hug him, but he was worried about hurting him. In the end, Xie Jiu just said: "This is the last time."

In the evening, editor Qian called, and her excitement seemed to be able to pass through the phone line: "The new manga is really good-looking! All the female colleagues in our editorial department are rushing to read it. Even if a corner is broken, then The white dragon is still very handsome and majestic."

"Yeah, he has always been handsome and imposing." An Yinong said with a smile.

"I feel that the emotion in this comic is more sincere and moving. Are you in love, Mr. Gu Pan?"

An Yinong laughed: "Is it so obvious? Of course I also met my dragon."

Editor Qian was a little surprised, but immediately congratulated him: "Congratulations, you must be a very good lady."

He doesn't know modesty at all: "He is indeed very good."

Before hanging up, Editor Qian said that he had seen him in the newspaper, and he was very handsome.

"The city of Hong Kong is so big, it's normal for the He family's third-generation adult party to have a newspaper." An Yinong flipped the page lightly. Since he has already entered university, the exposure of his identity has no effect.

As long as the two vests are not exposed, there is no problem.

In fact, editor Qian still said that it was too small, not only in newspapers, but even a few pictures flashed on the TV station.It was mainly about Grandpa He, who also appeared for a few seconds as the protagonist of the birthday party.

But An Yinong, who was specially taken care of that day, was really very attractive, and attracted many people in just a few seconds.Later, it was revealed in the newspaper that he was the initiator of the student grant fund and the mobile hospital, so more people thought that he had a good family background, good looks, and kindness, and they had a good first impression of him.

Therefore, it was no surprise that An Yinong was surrounded when he went back to school to get his diploma.

To be honest, he has been in this school for several years, many people came to see him secretly, and there were also many handed love letters, and it was the first time in his life that he was besieged.

His bodyguards also stubbornly stopped some crazy students, but two fists were no match for four hands, there were too many people.

Zhang Wei and Zhang Wei who were originally standing next to him were swept away by the crowd in the blink of an eye. While waving at An Yinong, they were pushed further away, which made people laugh and cry.

In the end An Yinong hid in the boys toilet, he was still in shock: "It's a good thing they didn't know about it before, it's really an exaggeration."

"It's not an exaggeration at all, do you know the He family? How many people wanted to join the He family's company, but the third generation of their family is in our school? You are hiding too tightly." Zhang Wei was panting.

"I said why Ms. Li Yufeng donated buildings to our school in such a good manner, which solved a mystery that has troubled me for a long time. Ah, but speaking of it, your mother's daily attire is completely different from the drama photos. I didn't recognize it." Zhao Gang said.

Zhang Wei was finally relieved. He turned on the faucet and flushed his face. He raised his head and saw An Yinong's still handsome face with messy hairstyle in the mirror. Taller, taller and more handsome, if you like any girl, just ask and you will definitely be able to ask her out."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, I have someone I like, and I'll do it wholeheartedly."

"Eh?" These words made Zhang Wei and the two interested, "When did you have it? I haven't heard you say it on weekdays."

"Of course you don't know. Anyway, I have a partner."

While they were talking, the toilet door was knocked twice, and then it was pushed open again. A man with broad shoulders, narrow waist and slender legs appeared at the door. He ignored Zhang Wei and the two and looked at An Yinong: "Just passing by , to pick you up."

An Yinong and Zhang Wei greeted this man and left with this man. Zhang Wei stroked his chin: "It looks familiar, I seem to have seen it before... Oh! I remembered, it was that one! We went to the cinema together That man who helped Tiantong while watching a movie!

"I just said, it's rare to see such an imposing person in a Tang suit."

As a result, Zhao Gang frowned and looked outside the door, without responding for a long time.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, Gang?"

Zhao Gang came back to his senses: "I think there's something wrong with the way that man looks at Tiantong. I can't tell, it doesn't look like he's looking at a friend."

Here, An Yinong and Xie Jiu had reached a secluded path, and their bodyguards were not far behind.

"I saw the magazine today. It turns out that the new comic is called "Fenglong."

"Ah."

"The previous "Mr.", and the name Gu Pan..."

"And Superstar, right, General Manager?"

Xie Jiu stopped, An Yinong looked at him with a smile: "Are you still jealous?"

Who the hell is he who still cares about 'Sir' teaching him swordsmanship, even if he gave him a birthday present, he would come here to be his equestrian teacher.

"They are all me, but I'm not just them. So," Xie Jiu looked at An Yinong, "I'm still jealous."

The author has something to say:

Xie Jiu: Still jealous. (Unreasonable and strong)