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"Huh?" Qi Yan looked at Ling Muchen in surprise.The young master actually wants to live in his little crappy house?

"What's wrong?" Ling Muchen raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"You want, live, my house?" Qi Yan suddenly felt a bolt from the blue.

"About this matter, you can ask the director." Ling Muchen stated without looking at Qi Yan, and then paused, "My luggage is still downstairs." The last bunch of keys was thrown into Qi Yan's arms, Ling Muchen said lightly: "Go and help me get it."

"Master Ling, you want me to go?"

Completely ignoring Qi Yan's gaze, he stretched out his hand and patted the sofa cushion under his buttocks, frowned in distaste, then lay down suddenly, and casually explained: "I didn't sleep well last night, so I'll lie down first. "

"Hey, I listen to you in the company. Ling Muchen, are you going too far? Now... are you listening?" Qi Yan held the bunch of keys in both hands, his mouth twitched as he watched it slowly close. Eyes on the person lying on the sofa at home.And Ling Muchen suddenly opened his eyes, and then gave Qi Yan a final look: "Qi Yan, I'm very tired. I'm sorry to trouble you."

It's just that that look is quite different from what Qi Yan saw before, but it's really hard to describe it.

It's unbelievable that Ling Muchen also has times like ordinary people?

"Forget it....Anyway, it's not a day or two since I was ordered by you." In response, Qi Yan nodded and didn't dare to say anything more.He hadn't really planned on not moving the boxes.

...

However, it seemed that because of the look Ling Muchen looked at him for the last time, he felt that somehow he felt a kind of maternal sympathy for him? …

Bah Bah!

In fact, he just felt that that look touched him very much.Even, it seems to have a little familiar feeling.

Just can't remember, how can I not remember? ...But all the "thousands of thoughts" quickly fell away, because when Qi Yan was panting and helping Ling Muchen carry the suitcase up, he could clearly see someone watching the NBA basketball game in high spirits.

Although the heavy and piercing gaze seemed to be looking at the serious expression of a high-level function.But he can be sure of one thing - it should be absolutely unbelievable to treat this person named "Ling Muchen".And Ling Muchen glanced sideways at Qi Yan, and met the surprised and angry eyes of the other party, he just smiled quite evilly: "That's right, Qi Yan, well done."

"...Thank you so much." He thought he really liked working for others?

"By the way, what did you mean just now?"

"Don't worry, I'm just staying overnight." Ling Muchen continued to stare at the TV and waved his hands nonchalantly, "I won't do anything to you."

Maybe it was boring to watch, so he changed the channel, turned his head to look at Qi Yan, and smiled again: "Or?... Are you expecting me to do something to you?"

Qi Yan pretended not to hear what Ling Muchen said. After a while, Qi Yan turned his head and glanced at Ling Muchen.

"Can I ask why. If you... you shouldn't be homeless... Besides, why don't you go to work at the same time as me?..."

In fact, Qi Yan hadn't finished speaking.

"No." Ling Muchen maintained his original posture and replied without hesitation.He didn't feel that Qi Yan had the right to ask about his affairs.

"But, this is also my right." Qi Yan didn't give up, and asked again, "I didn't intend to take you in."

It's downright cute.Ling Muchen couldn't help smiling when he heard Qi Yan's words, and it took about half a minute for him to move his body slowly, put his hands on the sofa, and then raised his head.He glanced coldly at Qi Yan, and sneered: "I don't know what you shouldn't ask, so can't you talk too much?"

There was an inexplicable creepy feeling in that voice.

"But you live in my house now."

"No but." So what if it's your home?

Qi Yan's words were completely blocked by Ling Muchen before he opened his mouth.He looked at his site helplessly, and felt that Ling Muchen seemed more like the owner of the house at this moment. He glanced at the corner of the sofa, and Qi Yan didn't feel the nerve to sit there.Ling Muchen realized this, and very "kindly" raised his leg to give Qi Yan half a seat on the sofa.

"I don't need it. You sit down." Qi Yan said, standing aside by himself.

Ling Muchen raised his eyebrows clearly, but didn't make a sound at all, and put his legs down again without saying a word.But after a while, he stood up and looked at Qi Yan: "Where did you put my suitcase?"

"The door." Qi Yan pointed to the door.

"Move in." Ling Muchen walked over unceremoniously, grabbed Qi Yan's hand, and pointed to the back room with his gesture. Then he turned around gracefully, and walked into Qi Yan's bedroom on his own.

"You don't want to sleep with me, do you?" Qi Yan was completely stunned standing behind Ling Muchen, frowning and gritted his teeth, he went to help Ling Muchen carry the luggage.

"What's the matter? It's not like I haven't slept before." He waved his hand indifferently, really like a rich man.

...

Has this relationship reached between them?

"You are too messy." Ling Muchen looked at the bedroom with disgust, it was still clean, but there were too many messy things, so he threw away the underwear that Qi Yan had finished changing and threw on the bedside before, and glanced coldly , "Don't hang such a dirty thing on the head of the bed." At the end, I didn't know what happened, but I blushed.

"You! Are you sick?" Qi Yan watched his clothes being thrown on the ground by the other party, and couldn't help but scold him: "It's mine after all."

"Do you want me to hug your underwear to sleep? How is that different from falling asleep while touching your butt? I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of habit." Ling Muchen didn't even look back, and threw out a powerful sentence that made Qi Yandu dumb Mouth speechless.

"I won't argue with you!" Purely because of shame, Qi Yan didn't have the nerve to continue saying a word.

At this time, Ling Muchen suddenly turned around to look at Qi Yan, and smiled sarcastically, "Qi Yan, do you really lack love?"

"What do you mean."

"Your place smells really bad."

I suddenly remembered something... I looked at the window that I didn't have time to open.

"Ling Muchen, what do you mean?"

Ling Muchen didn't answer, but looked down at Qi Yan's boxer shorts with Winnie the Pooh printed on them that he threw on the ground: "I can't tell you have a restrained face, but?..."

"Ling Muchen, show respect in what you say!" It's a pity that this time Ling Muchen didn't have time to finish, Qi Yan interrupted in a cold voice, it seemed that he was really angry.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ling Muchen didn't care about it, but suddenly stuck to Qi Yan, one hand actually stuck to Qi Yan's side chest through the clothes, it slid all the way down, and finally reached between his legs. Go: "Don't dare to say what you dare to do? What are you afraid of? I'm not interested in how you masturbate."

This person turned out to be not only arrogant, but also a pervert...

"You're sick!" Qi Yan turned around angrily.

"Are you sick?" Ling Muchen raised her pretty eyebrows unhappily, and turned Qi Yan to face herself with one hand: "Qi Yan, how dare you speak to me like that."

"...Why am I afraid? Have you forgotten, I am several years older than you, and I am not your subordinate after leaving the company!"

"Oh?" Ling Muchen sneered, and soon stopped being angry: "So, you are quite arrogant." The words were still cold, without extra emotion, and it was hard to tell that they were in a positive or derogatory sense.But Qi Yan was no longer embarrassed.

"If you don't want to live, can you leave?" Qi Yan looked at Ling Muchen indifferently, "And I prefer to live alone." He didn't mind at all when he was carrying the young master's luggage back!

"Did I say I wanted to leave?" Frowning, Ling Muchen walked over with long slender legs, pressed Qi Yan's shoulders, and said domineeringly: "Qi Yan, let me tell you, if I want to stay here, You have to serve me like a little daughter-in-law!"

"...You are the young daughter-in-law! I am just your subordinate, who do you think you are? Young Master Ling!" Qi Yan blushed inexplicably, but it was fleeting.Soon, he kicked Ling Muchen expressionlessly: "Yes, I am sick!"

"It doesn't matter if I'm sick." Ling Muchen said coldly, holding Qi Yan's shoulder with one hand: "I will live here for sure, you have no right to say anything else."

"Childish ghost!" Qi Yan looked at Ling Muchen, and because he felt a little uncomfortable, he quickly turned his head again.This action lasted for a long time, Ling Muchen seemed to have the intention of killing Qi Yan with his eyes, but Qi Yan was once again a little at a loss by his eyes.

They stared at each other for 2 minutes.

The two actually refused to give in to each other.

Who is naive!

"I know I'm bothering you like this. Qi Yan, but now, is it okay? Count me in, begging you?..."

Who will believe it, who does Ling Muchen need to entreat?

However, for the first time, Ling Muchen's voice carried an attitude that should have been there.In this regard, Qi Yan felt much more comfortable.

"Actually..." In fact, it's okay to stay.

"Is it okay?" Ling Muchen lowered his head and looked at Qi Yan seriously, with a very low tone, as if asking again.

"You've said it all, what else can I say?" Qi Yan hesitated, and started to pack his things, "Then, let me lend you my room. I can go outside."

"Why do you want to go outside?" Ling Muchen asked coldly.

"Is it not possible?" Qi Yan felt very strange, "This is my freedom, right? Isn't this also allowed?"

"Of course not." Ling Muchen said word by word, "Qi Yan, don't even think about it." He looked at Qi Yan with cold eyes.

"Why?" Qi Yan thought it was ridiculous, "Can you please tell me the reason?" Of course there was no such reason.

Sure enough, Ling Muchen didn't say anything, and said for a long time: "...Because I don't want others to say that I use my status to suppress you."

"... That's really true, thank you!" Qi Yan retorted him coldly, "When you said that I had no choice but to use my identity to oppress me? My boss." Said almost sarcastically these words.

He really didn't understand why Ling Muchen, who had a blurred identity but looked like he was born in a wealthy and high-ranking family, would want to live in his dilapidated old shabby house?It's not a bloody TV series about a rich young master and a poor|low-spirited female subordinate!

"...Why did you choose to come to me? You should have many places to go, right?" Qi Yan suddenly remembered that many years ago, he had probably always been the kind of person who felt a little dispensable no matter where he was.Smiling, he said, "I'm going out for a while, you, feel free."

"Oh?"

He stood in the distance and glanced at Qi Yan, not knowing what to say.His eyes were cold, and his tall and thin reflection was in his pupils.

It actually felt like holding him down, overwhelming him, pressing him beside me, under me.

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