Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Lin Ziqiang then returned to normal, and was discharged from the hospital after the observation. The clerk looked at the untouched fruit basket on the cabinet, and carried it away. Among the bright red apples, a black snake was quietly entrenched in the gap, closing his eyes. Focus on sleeping.

Yang Pingan finished his business here and led his little slave to eat a cone. Xue Wuling held the cone and looked at this dark thing. Is this coal-flavored ice cream?

Yang Pingan saw him staring at him speechlessly: "Eat, eat."

Opening his mouth and sipping the tip of the ice cream, the cool milky fragrance melted on the tip of his tongue. Xue Wuling looked at Yang Ping'an and felt that the taste was really unimaginably sweet.

Seeing Xue Wuling's eyes widen suddenly, Yang Ping'an smiled as if he was looking at his own cub: "It's delicious."

"kindness!"

After wandering around outside for half a circle and eating roast duck, Yang Pingan led his slave back home.

But he didn't expect that there was a blockbuster waiting for him on the street.

It's a blind date!

Yang Ping'an was still holding Xue Wuling's hand, but Qian Bo ignored it and said happily, "Ping An! Uncle has a niece, do you still have any memories? The one you met when you were young was when you were in junior high school. You guys had a good time at that time, and she was about the same age as you, why don't you meet sometime?"

Xue Wuling listened silently by the side, but he didn't realize that this meant a blind date, but it was impossible for the other party to ask Ping An to meet another woman!

Xue Wuling's face fell directly into the ice cave, and he began to emit air-conditioning. Yang Pingan elbowed his arm before he was about to launch a physical attack, and successfully let him recover the air-conditioning.

"Uncle Qian, this... don't need it..." Yang Ping'an felt very embarrassed.

My old uncle, don't you see that Xiaopingan is still holding an air conditioner in his hand?

What kind of blind date is said in this situation, I hope the old man can understand that he has become more and more crooked now, going further and further away.

Uncle Qian didn't give up: "Just meet once, whether you like it or not, you have to meet once before talking, right?"

It's not easy to refuse, Yang Pingan can only say: "Okay, let's meet, if not, Uncle Qian, don't be angry with me."

"Not angry, not angry." Qian Bo was very satisfied, and finally completed the task of his niece. He looked at the hands that the two were still holding, and looked away. He didn't know anything, anyway, the goal was accomplished.

Yang Pingan felt that this matter must be unclear with Qian Bo, so let's communicate directly with the other party, and if there is anything wrong, he can just say it. Yang Ping'an thinks very simply.

If you don't like the other party, the other party may not be able to see yourself.

This is a very mutual thing, there is nothing to say.

Xue Wuling followed Yang Ping'an, and his vigilance was [-]% opened. Although Qian Bo didn't directly say what he wanted to do when they met, but this strange other party, what kind of words are similar to talking about whether it is okay or not after meeting, Made him feel bad.

Xue Wuling had already drawn his sword in his heart, and smiled slightly at Yang Pingan: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

If he was still tired after sleeping so much, Yang Ping'an would suspect that he was a pig.

Xue Wuling sharpened his sword, and Yang Pingan was preparing for a blind date, and finally met Qian Bo's niece the next day.

Yang Pingan saw that she was still vaguely familiar, and after many years, memories flooded back, and she suddenly remembered that her name was Qian Anru.

Back then, she was a tomboy wearing a boy's vest and ultra-short sweatpants, and her two bamboo-like legs ran like a hot wheel.

I didn't expect that when we met again, she would have long hair, slightly curly chestnut hair, wearing a small skirt, and still had two legs like bamboo poles.

Yang Pingan didn't expect her to change so much, she became a little restrained in an instant, and there was nothing to talk about between the two of them, it was nothing more than talking about the story of chasing each other in the street before.

Qian Anru is now the financial director of a company. Compared with her, Yang Ping'an can be regarded as a down-and-out jobless vagrant.

Overall, he was very happy. Qian Anru asked him about his recent situation, and then avoided the topic without mentioning anything.

Yang Pingan picked up his cup and drank a drink, and saw Xue Wuling at the next table staring at him, feeling like he was being raped.

But it was all an illusion, Yang Ping comforted himself, there was no reason to be caught and raped by a ghost.

The meal was very pleasant, and the two exchanged contact information and WeChat.

Xue Wuling looked at it indifferently, the knife had been polished to a shine anyway, but he could bear it any longer.

Yang Pingan looked at Qian Anru, who was opposite, with a very delicate mood, as if through her, he felt the carefree time in the past, when nothing happened, they were running around in the streets and alleys.

But now things are different, Yang Pingan always feels that something is wrong with his life, and looking at Qian Anru, he has a sense of confusion as he sees a peaceful life beyond his reach across the coast.

After dinner, Qian Anru proposed AA, and the two ended their first meeting peacefully, and went home after saying goodbye.

The two were sitting in the car, the driver was playing the classic playlist, and the ethereal female voice was singing 'Anywhere, anytime, I would do anything for you, Anything for you...'

When Yang Pingan heard the lyrics, he glanced at Xue Wuling. Xue Wuling didn't listen to the song, but only paid attention to Yang Pingan. He looked at him very keenly, and asked nonchalantly, "Ping An, what do you think of her?"

"It's very different from what I imagined." Yang Pingan gave such an answer without saying what his imagination was.

Xue Wuling raised his eyebrows, his heart gradually became irritable, but he just smiled, like a ripple on the surface of calm water: "Then, do you like her in Ping An?"

She is very likeable.

"Don't hate it." Yang Pingan chose to avoid the important answer, worrying that Xue Wuling would run away.

Xue Wuling ran away before he heard the answer, and he is not blind, can't he read it?

Yang Ping'an's expression and Yang Ping'an's expression all showed that he was quite happy.

He was happy, but Xue Wuling couldn't be happy.

Yang Pingan felt that his answer was pretty good, the two of them were silent all the way, and Xue Wuling couldn't hold it back when they got home, his irritable mood was running through his body, and he couldn't find an outlet to vent it.

In the end, he could only go to Yang Pingan. Yang Pingan was sitting on a chair to rest, and saw Xue Wuling suddenly come over and raise his face, turning it into an angle of looking up. Yang Pingan looked down at Xue Wuling with a sullen face. Own.

I thought this person was going to rebel today?

He raised his hand and patted Xue Wuling's wrist, signaling him to let go, but Xue Wuling didn't have the slightest idea of ​​letting go, instead he pushed back. Yang Ping'an was pressed heavily on the backrest, and was inexplicably kissed before he could react.

After pushing and kissing, Yang Pingan felt that he was going to fall apart. He was so dizzy that he couldn't find the north, south, east and west. He picked him up with one hand. When he was released, Yang Pingan found that he had been forced to sit on Xue Wuling on the thigh.

Yang Pingan did not expect that Xue Wuling would do this in broad daylight, and the surroundings were still bright. Yang Pingan felt ashamed of being stripped of his clothes for a moment, blushed unconsciously, stared at Xue Wuling, and jumped off him down.

"Why are you so crazy in broad daylight?"

"Can I go crazy that night?"

This answer made Yang Pingan choose to remain silent, as if it was a bit strange no matter how he answered.

Yang Ping'an is not ready yet. He hopes that Xue Wuling can maintain his ancient excellent education for himself, and he will be passionate and polite, but he obviously has no such plan.

Yang Pingan was pressed on the bed by him without any warning, and his cold hands poked into his pants without hesitation.

Yang Pingan's mind went blank for a moment, he didn't even have time to get angry, he was just surprised, how dare he treat himself like this?

Then Yang Pingan found out that he really dared, and when he grabbed his wrists, he basically had no ability to resist.

Xue Wuling didn't want Ping An to be angry.

But there are some things, if you don't leave a mark in time, what should you do if someone else touches it?

At that time, he would do things that would make Ping An even more angry.

Like killing that woman.

Before she appeared, Xue Wuling felt that he could bear anything, but when she appeared, Xue Wuling realized that he had overestimated himself.

He couldn't bear it.

Both hands were held by Xue Wuling with one hand and fixed on top of his head. Yang Pingan looked at his silhouette in the dark room, a trace of panic surged in his heart, which had always been loved presumptuously, and he held back the trembling tone: "Xue Wuling, let go I."

"Peace, don't be afraid, I only use my hands."

Xue Wuling's consolation didn't work at all, instead it made Yang Ping'an's ears burn badly.

"Stop making trouble, let go of me, um..."

The quick humming sounded, drowning out what Yang Pingan was going to say next, so he could only close his eyes and hide his expression in the pillow.

He couldn't resist, and hastily curled up his calf.

After a while, Yang Ping'an opened his eyes violently, struggled and twisted his body vigorously: "Xue Wuling, stop for me! You dare to touch me!"

The person who was warned lowered his head and approached his ear, still saying the same thing: "Peace, don't be afraid, I only use my hands..."

"But you have to remember, your first time belongs to me."

Still struggling in vain, Yang Pingan frowned, turned his head to hide his expression, and was about to cry.

He is on the verge of collapse, both physically and mentally.

The fingers of both hands were tightly twisted, begging for mercy instinctively, although the content of begging for mercy was only.

"stop."

Finally, Xue Wuling stopped as he wished. Yang Pingan was still breathing. Seeing the liquid on the hand drawn by the other party, his stomach churns. Yang Pingan felt that he was about to vomit, so he got up and ran towards the bathroom in a hurry Go, push open the door and retch on the sink.

The feeling just now remained in his body, Yang Pingan couldn't vomit anything, but retched in pain with stomach cramps.

Someone hugged him from behind, trying to straighten his bent body, and the other hand was still stroking his stomach from top to bottom: "Okay, don't be uncomfortable, okay, peace, say you hate her .”

The person in the mirror turned his head and kissed him on the cheek, with a calm and gentle tone, but he found that he was being watched, looked at the mirror, and was still gently stroking the stomach of the person in his arms.

"Ping An, say you hate her."

Yang Pingan didn't speak, his face was pale and he didn't say a word.

The person in the mirror tightened his hands little by little, hugged him tightly, put his chin lightly on his shoulder, and looked at the two people in the mirror indifferently.

"Then do you hate me? You hate me so much that you vomited?"

Yang Ping'an was still looking at the mirror. The person behind him pinched his jaw and forced him to turn his head: "Ping'an, what are you looking at? I'm right here."

Yang Pingan smiled, showing extra gentleness on his pale face: "Guess."

"I guess... you're looking at me and think I'm annoying?"

Yang Pingan shook his head: "No, I was just thinking. Sure enough, a dog can't change eating shit. The first time we met, you already had bad intentions. I actually got along and gradually forgot about it? Thinking about it, it's true. strangeness."

Xue Wuling was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Ping An would scold him like this, and it was cruel, but Ping An is really kind, for a person like him, saying that a dog can't change and eat shit is not enough. Yes, Xue Wuling didn't care, and laughed in a low voice.

"But you like it very much, don't you? You just bit it tightly."

Xue Wuling was smiling lightly in the mirror, Yang Pingan turned around and gave him an ear scraper, but Xue Wuling didn't grab his wrist this time, he slapped him and wanted to show his right cheek too.

"Are you still fighting?"

Seeing his shameless look, Yang Pingan punched him on the right cheek again.

The author has something to say: this chapter happens to be this song randomly, and I feel that the voice has a kind of fascinating and affectionate style. The author doesn't know much about the song, but he just thinks it sounds good. Amway to you~