My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Ming Yi felt that Cao Xuanhe had been wronged too much, so he cared about his feelings the whole time without saying anything, and in the end he only wanted to touch him twice, so he took him to take a bath.

It was also the first time he was awake after doing something.

After taking a bath, one person and one ghost lie on the bed and caress each other tenderly.

Cao Xuanhe held the little ghost in his arms, seeing him staring at him with open eyes, couldn't help but kissed him on the forehead, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep?"

Ming Yi's voice was still hoarse after the event, and he shook his head: "Not sleepy."

During the day he slept in the cemetery all day, and now he only feels physically tired, but not sleepy.

Cao Xuanhe mumbled, and continued to hug him, refusing to let go.

It was hot summer and the weather was muggy. Holding Ming Yi in my arms was like holding a naturally cool air conditioner.

Ming Yi was not afraid of the heat, but was greedy for the body temperature of a man. He hugged Cao Xuanhe's thin waist tightly, and continued to suck and bite on his chest.

Cao Xuanhe took another breath, patted him on the back and reminded: "Ming Yi, it's done."

After a lot of hard work by the little ghost, the man's body and neck were covered with kisses and scars.

Ming Yi heard the words, and said in a sullen tone: "No."

He must stamp his daughter-in-law's body all over, and turn around to envy Youran, the seal of death, to see if he dares to make a fuss again.

How could Cao Xuanhe not be aware of his little thoughts, with a smile on his brows and eyes: "The tongue doesn't hurt anymore?"

Ming Yi bowed his head and was busy, ignoring it.

Actually it hurts.

At first, I just felt numbness, but after smoking too much, not only numbness, but also a faint pain in the tip of the tongue.

Cao Xuanhe knew that once his temper came up, he would be unrestrained, so he moved the kid away from his body, coaxing in a hoarse voice: "Hey, stop smoking."

Although Mingyi's mind is pure and he doesn't have that kind of thoughts, but if he continues to suck like this, his rationality will lose control.

His body was numb and numb from being sucked by the little ghost, and his body gradually became more energetic after being hooked. Ming Yi couldn't bear it, and he was the one who suffered in the end.

Ming Yi backed away, looked at his masterpiece on the man, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, let's do it for today."

He said so, but his hands were not idle. He lay in the man's arms, touching here and pinching there, as if he couldn't let go of the man's body.

Cao Xuanhe was not sleepy at this time either, seeing that the kid was very energetic, he couldn't help but want to chat with him for a while.

It's just that he's not good at finding topics, so he pondered for a long time and asked, "Ming Yi, who bought the cemetery for you back then?"

Ming Yi replied, "A friend of my dad's at that time, what happened?"

Cao Xuanhe stroked his chin with his fingers, and asked, "Why didn't he buy you and your family's cemetery together?"

Under normal circumstances, when a family dies, they would choose to be buried together, but the graves of Ming Yi, his parents, and his two brothers are scattered in several places. Although they are not far apart, they feel that this should not be the case.

"Oh, maybe he didn't pay attention to this."

Ming Yi didn't care much about it.

Although their family was not buried together, they were reunited in the underworld. Besides, they were all in the Qinglin cemetery, within a few steps, so it didn't make much difference whether they were buried together or not.

Ming Yi thought for a while and said: "It may be that our family left too suddenly, and that uncle couldn't find a cemetery where he could be buried together or next to each other."

"After all, it can't be because of money." Ming Yi couldn't help but sigh when he said this: "Let me tell you, my family was rich at that time."

"It was because he died so suddenly that most of the property was donated in the name of our family."

Speaking of this, Ming Yi showed a look of regret: "At that time, I thought that people would die like a lamp going out. Anyway, we don't need so much money, so we just donated it. I didn't expect that many years later, I would find a living person to be my wife." Son, eh, I should leave some of it.”

Cao Xuanhe asked, "What are you keeping the money for?"

Ming Yi: "I'll buy you a present."

Cao Xuanhe smiled lightly, with some joy in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek: "No need."

In order to prevent Mingyi from worrying about money again, he added: "We are not short of money."

Ming Yi shook his head and said earnestly: "Those are all your money, I buy you gifts, of course I have to earn money myself."

Cao Xuanhe didn't argue with Ming Yi because of this trivial matter, and he just hummed lightly after hearing what he said.

After that, one person and one ghost chatted about some things.

Ming Yi also praised Cao Zhong in front of the man.

Until late at night, Ming Yi held the tablet and played games, and Cao Xuanhe fell asleep holding him.

A deep night's sleep.

Early in the morning, the man woke up and found that the little ghost was still obediently in his arms, and he was in a good mood.

Ming Yi threw the tablet aside, hugged the sleeping man for a while, and made sure that the strawberries on his neck were still there, and they were all brightly colored. He couldn't help but ask, "Did Yin Youran come to look for you recently?"

Cao Xuanhe's voice was hoarse, with the laziness of just waking up, and asked: "What's wrong?"

Ming Yi snorted softly: "Of course I want to show him back!"

The other party didn't see the hickey he worked so hard to suck, so it's not for nothing.

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips, turned around and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table to send a message to Yin Youran.

Cao Xuanhe: Busy?

Yin Youran: Huh?

Yin Youran: Not busy

Cao Xuanhe: Come to the shop.

Yin Youran: Is there something wrong?

Cao Xuanhe: Yes

Yin Youran readily agreed: yes

At around ten o'clock in the noon, Yin Youran entered the store humming a song in a good mood, and when passing by the front hall, he also took the initiative to say hello to the clerk Qiao Fan.

But soon, his good mood was completely destroyed.

In the lounge, Ming Yi nestled down on the sofa, watching a movie on a tablet, while Cao Xuanhe sat beside him and watched patiently.

All of a sudden, Ming Yi heard Yin Youran's voice from the front hall, and immediately got up as if he was flashing back, and actively put his hands around Cao Xuanhe's neck, and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

Cao Xuanhe was startled, and realized his intentions, with a smile on his face, he raised his hand to protect the back of his neck, put his other hand on the armrest of the sofa, and invaded domineeringly.

Cao Xuanhe smelled the light bath fragrance from the little ghost's body, and his breathing gradually became heavy. Ming Yi was forced to bear the man's scorching breath, and rubbed his moist and hot lips.

"My grass!"

Yin Youran walked around the screen, saw this scene, and immediately uttered a dirty word.

Mingyi was very satisfied to see the astonished expression of the other party as he wished, and patted Cao Xuanhe's chest with his hands, reminding him that enough is enough.

Cao Xuanhe reluctantly let go of Ming Yi, seeing his lips that had become rosy from his own kiss, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him again.

Yin Youran looked at one person and one ghost sticking together crookedly, and in an instant, ten thousand muddy horses galloped past his forehead.

Cao Xuanhe rubbed his thumb on the kid's lips, helping him to wipe off the saliva.

Ming Yi looked at Yin Youran and pretended to be stupid, "Hey, why are you here?"

"..." Yin Youran looked as if he had eaten shit, and said angrily, "I have to ask your family, why did you send me a message early in the morning to eat your dog food!"

Ming Yi giggled twice, and asked, "Is the dog food delicious?"

Yin Youran rolled his eyes at him, sneered, and didn't answer.

Cao Xuanhe patted the kid on the head, and said in a gentle voice: "Stay well."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked towards the backyard, followed by Yin Youran.

Ming Yi stretched his head and looked out the window, curious, didn't he say he wanted to show Yin Youran his affection?How did you go to the backyard?Is there really something else to call Yin Youran to come over?

He was hesitating whether to go to the window to eavesdrop on the corner, when he heard Yin Youran curse angrily under the willow tree: "Grass, Cao Xuanhe, are you sick? Isn't it easy to ask about such trivial things on WeChat?" , it is necessary for me to come all the way here!"

Cao Xuanhe looked calm, raised his eyes to look at him, and threw out three words: "Too lazy to say."

What Yinyou wanted to say next was blocked in his throat, and his eyes fell on the man's neck.

There were a lot of red hickeys on the originally fair skin, which did not penetrate into the neckline. One can imagine how intense and lingering they were last night.

Yin Youran showed a bit of a wry smile: "Cao Xuanhe, can you hold grudges a little more, I just teased you a few words yesterday, and today you are going to give me dog food?"

This man is really not willing to eat at all.

The corners of Cao Xuanhe's lips were raised, and it could be seen that he was in a good mood at this time. He tapped the stone table with his slender and fair index finger, hummed lightly, and did not hide his thoughts at all.

"..." Yin Youran was speechless: "Well, I've been forcibly stuffed by the dog food of the two of you now. Do you have other things to do, so I left without me."

Cao Xuanhe reminded casually: "He doesn't know."

Yin Youran paused, and looked towards the half-opened window. Ming Yi was lying on the edge of the window secretly, without realizing that he had revealed a little head.

He withdrew his gaze, hummed lightly, and left quickly, escaping from this poisonous place.

Ming Yi watched Yin Youran leave, and when Cao Xuanhe stepped in, he left and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

Cao Xuanhe rubbed his head and said, "It's nothing."

Ming Yi didn't give up, and asked: "Then he doesn't know what you just said, who is he?"

Cao Xuanhe curled his lips: "A victim."

Ming made a noise, thinking they were talking about some case, didn't think about it any more, nestled back on his exclusive sofa and continued to lazily watch movies.

Cao Xuanhe sat back by the window, picked up his mobile phone, and saw a WeChat message from the person who had just left.

Yin Youran: Say he doesn't know in front of the person involved, do you think he is stupid!

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, and retorted: "It's pure

Yin Youran: ...

This person's filter for little ghosts has been set to [-]%!

Cao Xuanhe: Waiting for your news

Yin Youran: Got it, got it.

Cao Xuanhe quit WeChat, turned off the phone screen, tilted his head and squinted his eyes half-closed, looking like a drowsy little ghost, his eyebrows and eyes stretched.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was scorching outside, Ming Yi didn't hold on, and fell asleep on the sofa in a cool corner.

Cao Xuanhe was sitting by the window reading a book quietly, and the chirping of cicadas and various birds came from outside the window,

These voices not only did not feel noisy, but set off the scene with a sense of tranquility.

"buzzing"

The mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, breaking the silence.

Cao Xuanhe looked away from the book, glanced at the message prompt: Yin Youran.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, picked it up and unlocked it to check.

Yin Youran: Found it.

Yin Youran: The last City God of Qinglin Province was surnamed Song and named Feng.

Yin Youran: He is one of the five great families in Qinglin City, the ancestor of the Song family.

Yin Youran: Why did you suddenly check him?

Yin Youran: Could the death of Ming Yi's family be related to him?