poppy beauty

Seeing that Shu Yan had a cold, Ying Shuqing ordered Aunt Li to cook some light dishes for dinner.Shu Yan sat at the table and saw a table of sick meals, regretted it in his heart, he chewed the bland vegetables like chewing wax, and peeked at Ying Shuqing from time to time, thinking it was a beautiful meal.

After evening, Ying Shuqing took the golden retriever Bell out of the dog house in the garden, and prepared to take him for a walk.Shu Yan stood on the balcony and looked at the sky, reminding Ying Shuqing that it might be raining.

Bell next to him screamed happily, trying to pull the owner out of the small door. Ying Shuqing had no choice but to tell Shu Yan to go and come back quickly, but Aunt Li came in from the garden with his mobile phone .

The phone rang continuously, it was Shen Mingyang's number, Ying Shuqing slid the answer button, spoke to him in a low voice, but hung up after saying a few words.

Ying Shuqing raised his head and saw Shu Yan still standing on the balcony, so he said to him: "Shu Yan, I have something to do, you can take Bell out for a while."

Shu Yan didn't refuse, and answered loudly, turned around and went to the room to change clothes, got off, and led Bell away through the small gate of the garden.

Ying Shuqing then walked out of the garden, went up to the second floor with her mobile phone, and went straight to the study.He turned on the light, locked the door when he closed it, and turned on the computer in front of the desk. After a short wait, he received a video request from Shen Mingyang.

It was dark here, but it was still bright in France.Shen Mingyang sat in the living room of the suite, sitting against the light in front of the notebook, like a dark shadow, isolated from the bright world outside the window.

Although the image was a bit blurry, Ying Shuqing could tell that Shen Mingyang was drunk.

This man pays great attention to his appearance on weekdays, and he also wears more formal suits during vacations. His hair is always meticulously combed behind his head, adhering to the rigor of excellence.But now, his shirt collar was slightly open, and even his tie was taken off, his chest heaved unnaturally, accompanied by slightly disordered breathing.

When he was serious, his facial contours became sharper, and his whole body exuded a gloomy and dangerous aura.

Shen Mingyang didn't speak, but Ying Shuqing spoke first. He sat on the comfortable sofa chair, didn't ask how much the other party drank, and didn't care about buying the winery. He just casually asked about the weather and conditions in France these days. The customs in the small town, sometimes the words will pause, as if searching for topics in my mind.

Shen Mingyang talked with Ying Shuqing in short words, as if he didn't pay attention to these dispensable topics.He suddenly coughed lightly, interrupted Ying Shuqing's lazy voice, and said hoarsely, "Take off your clothes, I don't want to talk."

Ying Shuqing's brows trembled, a trace of undetectable fatigue flashed in his eyes, he left the table with his right hand, and obediently unbuttoned the first shirt button.

Shen Mingyang said again in an orderly tone: "It's all off."

He moistened his lips and tongue with the warm water at hand, and his wine-stained eyes became more and more red.

Without hesitation, Ying Shuqing stood up from the sofa, faced the camera above the computer screen, and took off the dark trousers and bottoms together.

The lights in the study were bright and dazzling, Ying Shuqing stood naked in front of the computer, quietly accepting Shen Mingyang's gaze.

His body is undoubtedly good-looking, with a slender figure, three to seven points, and a pair of long straight legs; his skin is delicate, creamy white, without any blemishes.Shen Mingyang admired it silently for a long time, but said with a little regret: "The French vineyards are very suitable for sex, but it's a pity you didn't come."

Ying Shuqing kept his head down, and then he raised his head to look at Shen Mingyang on the computer screen.A few strands of black hair fell down from his forehead, covering half of his eyes, like a curtain falling, blocking the two people's meeting sight.

"It will satisfy you to have someone plant some grapes in the garden."

Shen Mingyang chuckled, noncommittal, reached out to touch the computer screen, and outlined Ying Shuqing's beautiful body with his fingertips.

The carcass under the fingers seems to exude holy light, and the beauty of alienation is revealed from thousands of miles away, easily arousing the deepest, most primitive and filthiest desires in people's hearts.

"I bought a few new pens, go get them."

Knowing Shen Mingyang's interest, Ying Shuqing glanced at the pen holder lightly, then walked out of the screen, and came back with four or five pens in his hand.

He sat back on the sofa chair again, leaning against the back of the chair, with a pair of long legs spread across the armrests on both sides, exposing the most tender parts of his body to Shen Mingyang's eyes.

Because there was nowhere to borrow strength, the muscles on the inside of Ying Shuqing's legs trembled tremblingly, looking a little uneasy.His cheeks were slightly red, as if he had applied peach-colored rouge, and his lips were also shining with water, as if he had applied a thin layer of glaze.

A crimson pen was pulled out of his hand, and it fell gently between his legs.The cold temperature made the tender flesh below tremble, Ying Shuqing bit his lip, his pale chest trembled, and he suppressed a groan in his throat extremely restrained.

At this moment, Shen Mingyang suddenly asked about Shu Yan.

"Where's Shu Yan? Isn't he at home?"

Ying Shuqing closed his eyes, panted slightly and replied, "I asked him to go out for a walk with the dog."

"Very good." Shen Mingyang narrowed his eyes, with the light of desire in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I want to hear your voice."

Ying Shuqing slowed down a little, answered yes in a weak voice, and slowly inserted the round end of the pen into his body.