Song Yuzhang

Under the eaves of the corridor, the autumn wind was blowing, but the temperature on both of their bodies was very hot. Their lips were kissed, and their hands were unconsciously held together. Only a little bit of fingertips were loosely held. Nie Xueping's fingers were naturally not long. The beauty of the fingers is slender, even a little thick, and there seems to be a little dust on the fingertips.

The information passed to Song Yuzhang's mind made him very clear that he was kissing a tall and handsome widower, Nie Yinbing's brother, Nie Bonian's father, Nie Xueping, a well-known and mysterious rich man in Haizhou.

Not only did Song Yuzhang not feel disgusted with kissing Nie Xueping, but he was even faintly excited. This kind of excitement was slightly stimulating, and it was different from kissing anyone in the past.

Nie Xueping is too serious and too repulsive. For Nie Xueping, a kiss like this can almost be regarded as a kind of blasphemy.

Song Yuzhang was very happy to kiss Nie Xueping even if he didn't consider any benefits.

It felt very good, so good that it was beyond Song Yuzhang's imagination, maybe it was because he really held back for a long time, just kissing Nie Xueping like this made his blood boil.

Song Yuzhang suddenly realized that even if he wasn't a little boy, he could still make him feel very good.

As for Nie Xueping, in fact, Song Yuzhang vaguely sensed the meaning in the small mansion on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he was too surprised to be sure—Nie Xueping was Nie Bonian's father, a man with a child, always It is difficult to associate with the scandal.

As soon as I think about it, it gives people a weird sense of breaking the ban.

Song Yuzhang never thought about what would happen to a man who became a father.

Yet it happened, and it was delicious, without being offensive to him in the least.

Nie Xueping's kiss was just like him, with restrained beauty and tolerance.

Maybe he really should change his taste?

Song Yuzhang held Nie Xueping's hand, his lips moved back a little, and Nie Xueping didn't chase after her any more urgently. There was a tacit understanding between them, which made Song Yuzhang feel that in this kiss he had room and would not be forced.

This is the second man taller than him that Song Yuzhang has ever kissed, and it tastes much better than the first one. Kissing Meng Tingjing is like fighting, kissing Nie Xueping... It's just a kiss, very lingering, very comfortable, and quite useless Burden of pleasure.

"Mr. Nie."

Song Yuzhang spoke first.

"It's late, I'll go back first."

Song Yuzhang's fingertips moved back slowly, Nie Xueping's hand was weak, Song Yuzhang pulled it out, staggered around him and walked away.

Nie Xueping stood quietly under the eaves of the corridor. After Song Yuzhang walked for a while, he also turned around. After walking a few steps, he ordered his servants to tell Nie Mao to send Song Yuzhang off.

"Fifth Lord—Fifth Lord—"

Nie Mao ran after Song Yuzhang with his long coat on his back. Fortunately, the Nie family was big enough, otherwise he would not have been able to fulfill Nie Xueping's orders.

Song Yuzhang paused, "What's wrong?"

Panting, Nie Mao said, "I'll see you off."

Song Yuzhang laughed, "It's almost at the door, there's no need to send it off, you can go back."

Nie Mao said: "If you want to send it, our uncle ordered me to take you home. Recently, there are bandits running around outside the city, so it's not safe."

The Nie family's car followed the Song family's car. Song Yuzhang sat in the car with his arms on his knees, swaying slightly. He couldn't help touching his chin, thinking that Nie Xueping really liked him.

After the window paper was punctured, all the things that happened between him and Nie Xueping before had completely changed in his heart.

After savoring it carefully, Song Yuzhang found it hard to detect when Nie Xueping started to be interested in him.

Needless to say about those things during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The sea is bright and the moon is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and the lovesickness begins at night.

Song Yuzhang's cheeks were slightly hot and crisp.

Naturally, this is not the first time for him to fall in love with someone, but the roles he played before are more inclined to the side of the domper, and it is rare to be doted from top to bottom like this.

Song Yuzhang's thoughts paused for a moment here.

Is Nie Xueping "petting" him?

That being said, it seems pretty good.

The whole Haizhou couldn't find a second pot of tea, so it was given to him so casually.

That lamp, that painting, that jade chapter... Yuzhang, Song Yuzhang wondered if Nie Xueping was interested in him at that time, right?

Thinking back carefully that night, he and Nie Bonian were swinging in the garden, did Nie Xueping really come to look for Nie Bonian?Nie Qingyun brought Nie Bonian back, didn't he tell Nie Xueping?

I really can't think about it any more deeply, and if I think about it again, it really tastes like narcissism.

When Song Yuzhang came home, Song Mingzhao was waiting for him to eat. Song Yuzhang waved his hand and said that he was not hungry, so he went upstairs.

Song Mingzhao couldn't help him not to eat, so he hurriedly chased after him, "You have been so busy all day long, how can you not eat, you have to eat if you don't have an appetite, at least eat a little, today the kitchen made your favorite food The crab powder tofu, the crabs are all alive and very fresh.”

Song Mingzhao talked a lot, but saw Song Yuzhang was lost in thought, obviously not listening to his words, Song Mingzhao grabbed his sleeve, "Xiaoyu! Did you listen to me!"

Song Yuzhang stopped in his tracks, turned his face and said with a natural expression: "I'll go up and change my clothes first, and I'll come down to eat later." He touched Song Mingzhao's face and said with a smile, "I heard you, crab."

Song Mingzhao still felt uncomfortable, his eyes swept across Song Yuzhang's face, and then blinked on Song Yuzhang's lips.

Today Song Yuzhang's lips seemed to be extra red and moist.

Song Mingzhao's eyes were open, and Song Yuzhang also noticed it. He sighed lightly, and explained with Song Mingzhao's aggrieved expression: "Fourth brother, don't be angry, I'm just thinking about the bank."

Song Mingzhao said "Oh", "I'm not angry, I'm worried about you."

"I know," Song Yuzhang smiled, "I know fourth brother that you love me the most."

Song Yuzhang went upstairs, and when he took off his coat, he smelled the faint scent of grass and trees, and the scene of kissing Nie Xueping appeared in front of him.

I don't know if it's because he held it in for too long, or because of the excitement brought about by kissing Nie Xueping, he seems to be a little excited today.

Song Yuzhang turned around and lay down on the bed.

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes slightly, rolled his Adam's apple slowly, and swallowed with relish.

Song Mingzhao waited downstairs for a while. Before Song Yuzhang came down, he asked the kitchen to heat up the dishes first. He got up and wanted to go up to call for someone, but he was afraid that Song Yuzhang would find him annoying. In fact, he himself sometimes felt that he was right. If Song Yuzhang "manages" too tightly, it will be annoying.

Song Mingzhao half-supported his face, and drew a circle with his fingers on the table. When he drew a circle, think about Song Yuzhang. I couldn't help it anymore, let it go, and went upstairs to find Song Yuzhang.

The door of Song Yuzhang's room will not be locked. There are only two masters in this house, he and Song Mingzhao, a pair of good brothers. They don't have to avoid each other when doing anything, so there is no need to lock it. Song Mingzhao has always been free to come and go.

After pushing open the door, Song Mingzhao didn't shout. He thought that maybe Song Yuzhang was too tired and went to sleep. Although he wanted to wake up Song Yuzhang, his footsteps were light and slow, and he didn't want to wake Song Yuzhang up rudely. Like a cat, he walked through the front hall, turned to the door of the bedroom and entered, but there was no one on the bed.

Song Mingzhao was a little strange, where did Song Yuzhang go?

Turning around in the room twice, he suddenly heard movement in the bathroom.

It turned out to be in the bathroom. Song Mingzhao was still a little anxious to make trouble, and walked to the door of the bathroom lightly. He put his hand on the door, put his ear on it, and after listening for a while, his hand shook off as if it was hot. .

Song Mingzhao blushed and was about to leave, but he couldn't get away when he walked, and the hand he had shaken off unconsciously stuck to the handle again.

He actually had a little peeping thought.

Peeping is not a good thing, but it is Song Yuzhang who is peeping. Somewhere in Song Mingzhao's heart he firmly believes that Song Yuzhang belongs to him, if not all, at least many belong to him, so it's okay to take a look!

Thinking about it, Song Mingzhao made a slight effort with his palm, trying to twist the doorknob, but he didn't dare to twist it again after only a little force.

Song Mingzhao didn't blink, and almost stopped breathing.

There was no way for his footsteps to leave or shift, he just stood there in a daze, logically speaking, there was really nothing to peek at, a big man, he was also a man...

Song Mingzhao bent slightly.

He thought he should go, go quickly.

If you don't go, you will be ashamed.

Song Mingzhao endured and squatted down slowly, but he didn't go, his feet didn't listen to him, and he grabbed the door frame with both hands, as if he had grasped the only support. on the ground.

Song Yuzhang pressed the door with his hands, looked down at him, saw his distressed appearance, and said with a smile: "Fourth brother, why are you squatting here?"

Song Mingzhao raised his face blankly.

Song Yuzhang's appearance is chic and handsome, and he has always been beautiful, but at this time, Song Yuzhang is three points more beautiful than usual, with a faint blush on his face and a slight glow in his eyes.

Song Mingzhao understood what that expression represented, and his eyes moved down quickly, staring at Song Yuzhang's flawless hands hanging by his side in a daze.

The fingernails are pink, and the skin color is white.

Song Mingzhao watched steadily, and finally curled up in shock.

Song Yuzhang said: "Can't wait to come up and call me?"

Song Yuzhang stretched out his hand, wanting to give Song Mingzhao a hand, but Song Mingzhao backed away again in surprise, stood up scrambling, and whispered, "Go down and eat."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Song Mingzhao quickly turned around and went downstairs.

After running down the first floor in one breath, Song Mingzhao stopped, and the appearance of Song Yuzhang just now appeared in his mind involuntarily.

who is it?Who made Song Yuzhang suddenly have such an idea?

He... What is he doing then?

Song Mingzhao's feet were numb, and he leaned on the handrail of the stairs, feeling a little dizzy and uncomfortable. Song Mingzhao touched his face, which was very hot. He looked down at the steps one after another, as if he would roll if he stepped on the air. Falling into the abyss, he shivered coldly, thinking: "From today on, I can no longer sleep with Xiaoyu."

Song Mingzhao suddenly felt sad. It was a kind of sadness that the mountains and rivers and rivers poured on him together and couldn't escape. He repeated in his heart woodenly: "...I can't sleep with Xiaoyu anymore."