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It was only 4 o'clock in the morning when Ling Yan forcibly pulled himself out of sleep.

Last night was absurd, he didn't sleep well, he kept thinking about going back to Nanle Street to change his clothes before going to work.He called up Utopia, texted Marsh, and said he'd be downstairs in 10 minutes.

Ling Yan is in pain, but there are still many things for him to do today. The proposal of the Utopia committee failed, he had to take a look at the media, and let the fourth power stop talking nonsense, yes, he also offended a few congressmen, so he had to send some sweet dates to deal with the aftermath, and...

As soon as his thoughts came to this point, Ling Yan hadn't finished thinking, when suddenly someone leaned over from behind, and then his back sank, and he was hugged through the quilt.Ling Yan was startled, turned around in surprise, and finally lost any sleepiness.

Qi Siming raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his voice was muddled and dissatisfied.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did you forget who you spent the night with?"

He struggled to stay awake last night, and spent most of the night with himself, and just after 2 minutes of snoozing, he was woken up by Ling Yan's Utopia.

Ling Yan's expression was a bit indescribable, and he subconsciously asked, "Why didn't you leave?"

Qi Siming tightened his arms, this time he was really pissed off, "Where am I going? I'm not allowed to stay overnight for the rent I paid?"

"No." Ling Yan didn't know what to say, of course he knew that Qi Siming wasn't arguing with him about the room fee, but he was a little flustered by such an inexplicable tone.

"I have to go, I have an early meeting."

"It's eight o'clock in the morning, what are you in a hurry for?"

Qi Siming came prepared, turned sideways and pressed over, and nimbly got into Ling Yan's quilt with one hand.

Ling Yan was afraid of him, and his voice tensed unconsciously, "Don't, someone is waiting for me downstairs."

He didn't play hard to get, he really didn't want to do it again.

Sex can be deceiving. It can always mislead people into thinking that love can be born of physical contact.

But Qi Siming didn't care about this at all, he grabbed him, stretched out his hand and clamped his lower body, and said to him domineeringly, "Then let him wait."

Qi Siming's skills are really good.The feeling came very quickly, and it made people addicted in the blink of an eye. On the other hand, he chased his lips again, and kissed him hotly, from the cheek to the neck, all the way to the shoulder blade.

He seemed to be particularly fond of that small piece of skin, the delicate, affectionate kiss.

Last night's sex was chaotic and intense. They ate too fast, and their internal organs were all lumped together. This time, Qi Siming warmed up and showed unimaginable patience. Kissing him seemed to spread out his whole body, smooth him out, and then calm down everything about him patiently - Ling Yan knew that it was not a kiss and touch for a temporary bed partner.

Ling Yan has slept with many people, but he has not made out with many people. The feeling is too intimate. He feels like a grapefruit that is about to be peeled, and the muscles and bones of his whole body are about to be rubbed open by Qi Siming like this.

His ears were red, his face was red, and his whole body was red.

His eyes were blurred, surrounded by an emotion called Qi Siming, he couldn't help bowing his head and bending to him.

Qi Siming came prepared, turned sideways and pressed over, and nimbly got into Ling Yan's quilt with one hand.

Ling Yan was afraid of him, and his voice became tense unconsciously, "Don't, someone is waiting for me downstairs."

He didn't play hard to get, he really didn't want to do it again.

Sex can be deceiving. It can always mislead people into thinking that love can be born of physical contact.

But Qi Siming didn't care about this at all, he grabbed him, stretched out his hand and clamped his lower body, "then let him wait."

He rubbed Ling Yan skillfully, masturbating for him nimbly with his five fingers, rubbing the floating meridian with his thumb, scratching the sensitive tip with his fingertips, on the other side, he chased his lips, and kissed him passionately, from the cheek To the neck, all the way to the shoulder blade, and then kiss that small piece of skin densely.

Last night's sex was chaotic and intense. They ate too fast, and their internal organs were all lumped together. This time, Qi Siming warmed up and showed unimaginable patience. Kissing him seemed to spread out his whole body, smooth him out, and smooth everything about him patiently—that was not kissing and stroking a temporary bed partner.

It's not that Ling Yan hasn't slept with other people, but he hasn't made out with many people. He immediately noticed the difference. He felt like a grapefruit that was about to be peeled off, and Qi Siming's muscles and bones were about to be peeled Knead it like this.

His ears were red, and his whole body was red.

His eyes were blurred, surrounded by an emotion called Qi Siming, he couldn't help bowing his head to him, bending to him, he couldn't breathe, he felt like he was going to die at this moment.

Utopia should have rang when Qi Siming came in, but he couldn't notice it.The person behind him carried one of his legs, wedged it into him inch by inch, and then inserted it inch by inch.

It felt a little bit wrong, a bit astringent, Ling Yan didn't have time to think what was wrong, the person behind him kissed his ear that was dripping with blood, and laughed, "Ah Yan is so tight."

They didn't do it intensely, it felt more like some kind of ritual. Qi Siming straightened his waist one after another, and his heavy penis slammed into his body one after another. Ling Yan bit his breath and swallowed all his voice into his throat. Occasionally, a little bit of it is exposed, like the end of some kind of string music, trembling, sticking there.

"Are you comfortable?" Qi Siming asked him.

Ling Yan's mind was in a state of confusion, and he hummed instinctively.

The other party was dissatisfied, and pinched his genitals relentlessly, bit his ear and said earnestly, "Then don't hold back, call out."

Ling Yan wasn't sure how long they had been together that morning, it seemed like a long time, but also seemed to be very fast. He stretched his hands back and clasped the neck of the person behind him time and time again, and kissed him.Thinking of the joy of fish and water, but that's it.

The penis in his body slightly adjusted the angle. Ling Yan didn't know where he was pushed, and suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed the quilt, and his whole body seemed to be grabbed. His lifted leg couldn't help it. He convulsed, numb all the way from the heel of his leg to the sole of his foot. He wanted to hug him, but Qi Siming held him back.

He couldn't help crying, tossing and turning, almost suffocating, Qi Siming hissed unbearably, and held him down fiercely, "Ah Yan, don't move, let me finish ejaculating."

The pleasure came so fast, Ling Yan twitched all over, and finally felt something was wrong.

Qi Siming didn't wear a condom, he ejaculated inside.

Today, when the self-driving car industry is quite mature, few people drive cars anymore.Members of Congress will hire a team to take care of their official duties and life, but I have never heard of anyone who also hires a driver. Marsh should be the only anomaly in Congress. Of course, his husband is afraid of embarrassing him, so he hangs a Bodyguard job.

When Ling Yan came out of the hotel, there were still 10, [-] minutes and [-] o'clock sharp. After getting in the car, he first listened to the international news for a while, and then looked at the summary of domestic news that Ms. He compiled for him.

Seeing him finish all this, Marsh looked in the rearview mirror and asked him, "On Nanle Street just now, Mr. Bo asked me who you were with last night. I said it was Miss Liu. Do you want to communicate with him now?"

Liu Song, the current deputy director of the Propaganda Department.She was born as a host, but she is still famous for her low-cut tops and short skirts after entering politics.Ling Yan has a good relationship with her, and he also likes to use the name of this glamorous and coquettish minister as a shield.

Ling Yan hummed a short piece of music very rhythmically, and replied no, "I'll go directly to his office later."

Marsh smiled, "You seem to be in a good mood."

Ling Yan took a look at him, there was light in his eyes, "Is there?"

"Yeah," Marsh said figuratively, "it feels like a relationship."

Marsh has been with Ling Yan for two years.Two years ago, he was just an ordinary Congressional police officer. Due to a mistake in his work, his career was almost at an end. It was Ling Yan who personally contacted his superior and made a lenient effort for him, and was promoted all the way to the cabinet. Minister Boqi's position as the captain of the guard.

Out of gratitude, he gave up that job and willingly became his bodyguard and drove for him.He knew all of Ling Yan's itineraries, he knew his well-known and unknown faces, but he never knew that Ling Yan would actually spend the night with someone else.

At four o'clock in the morning he called him to pick him up, but he didn't go downstairs, and around six o'clock, Marsh went to Nanle Street and knocked on the door with his suit.

Although he was prepared, he still frowned when the door opened. The smell was too strong. He wondered if his husband hadn't slept all night.

"Are you an old acquaintance with that Mr. Qi?"

The man he met this morning left a deep impression on Marsh, not because of his handsomeness or anything. After all, among Ling Yan's bedmates, it's not unusual for him to be tall and handsome, but mainly because of his aura. Laughing can actually make such a big difference to a man.

"Yes, we've known each other for a long time—well, you give Mr. Qi the highest authority."

Ling Yan straightened his tie, and before stepping out of the car, he said one last sentence, "Send someone reliable to protect Mr. Qi, don't let him notice, and also, help me keep an eye on Mr. Qi's itinerary today, if Utopia's Qi Hongshan Find him and tell me immediately."

In the capital, news always travels fast.

Councilor Ling fought against the bill yesterday with his sharp tongue and sharp tongue. Qi Siming has been by his side all the time, so how could people not notice it.

As Ling Yan expected, people from Utopia did come into contact with Qi Siming first, but it was not Qi Hongshan, but his wife Tan Qing.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, she came over and asked him if he was still in the capital, and warmly invited him to have dinner at home.Since the birth of her second child, she has stopped going to work. In Utopia's video chat, she joked that she has almost become a half-housewife and urgently needs to chat with old friends for a change of mood.

At that time, Qi Siming was having breakfast at the hotel, listening to a little song, enjoying reminiscing about the scene two hours ago, only feeling that his appetite was so good today that he could finish the double set meal.

Just two hours ago, in the bathroom, Ling Yan was putting on his tie in front of the mirror.He was wearing a suit, which was elegant and expensive, and he meticulously outlined the youth's body, which made people wonder.

Qi Siming was wearing a baggy bathrobe and was out of shape. He leaned against the door as if asking him if he wanted to eat, and said with a smile, how about we stay together?

Mr. Qi has been playing with flowers for many years, and he knows that expressing his heart is not a charge of emotion, so he just throws a stone first, asks the way, and sees Ling Yan's reaction. After all, after ten years of separation, you let someone you have rejected It's not realistic to suddenly let go of the past and be with you without any grievances.

But Ling Yan's response was unexpected.

He stopped while tightening his neckline, and looked at Qi Siming in the mirror, his glass-colored eyes were cold and lonely, obviously unable to see any emotion, but Qi Siming just read the vague fear of being let down.

He asked him, are you serious?

Qi Siming was stabbed by that look.

He was indeed serious, he wanted to try it with Ling Yan.He didn't let him go on the bed, because he didn't want Ling Yan to leave so emotionlessly, and didn't want last night to be just an irresponsible one-night passion.

But he suddenly regretted it again. He regretted choosing such a casual occasion and using such a casual tone. He should be more formal. Although Ling Yan doesn't care about that, it should be a top restaurant, candlelight dinner, violin music, Only then was he worthy of the man in front of him.

He is obviously not the boy he was back then, and he should not give him the tenderness and love of those teenagers anymore, but at that moment, Ling Yan stripped off all the masks of an adult, allowing that boy to come back to life in his memory .

He said, "If you're serious, let's be together."