Hu Meizi

twelve.

It was exactly 7 o'clock when Xie Tang got up.

One point is not much, one point is not much, even the second is just a few divisions past the 12 scale line.

He opened his eyes like a precise machine, and he didn't even look at the sleeping person next to him.There is no gentle thought at all, and no nostalgia for turning over and getting up.

There is not a single ray of light on his body, and the thin morning light shines on his broad chest through the gap between the curtains, along his abdominal muscles, climbs to his muscular thighs and calves, until it reaches his ankles before disappearing.

He stood there like a standard Roman sculpture.

Obviously Xie Tang, a man of 35 or [-], doesn't have too handsome features, but because of his figure and accumulated temperament, people can't look away.

Xie Tang's face was expressionless as usual, he strode towards the bathroom, ready to wash and tidy up, and then proceeded to plan his own itinerary.

But at this time, perhaps because his movements were not restrained, the person on his bed woke up slowly.

He was a blond boy named Ken who had been given to him when he was abroad a few years ago.

This little boy doesn't talk much and doesn't ask for anything. He has always been obedient and obedient, and he is used to it, so he hasn't changed it much.

Originally, he didn't intend to bring him back when he returned to China this time. After all, he is not a person who indulges in sex, but his assistant thought he was caring and arranged for Ken to come.

"Mr. Boot—" Ken woke up and looked at Xie Tang with wide eyes, blinking, "Are you going to finish your work?"

What he called was Xie Tang's surname abroad. In fact, he was not allowed to call out his name, and he couldn't read these two strange Chinese characters written by Xie Tang.

Xie Tan hummed, and continued to walk towards the bathroom without looking back at Ken.

Ken propped himself up half up on the pillows.Under his blond hair is a pair of big eyes like sky-blue patoite. When he looks at others hesitantly, he seems to be begging for mercy.

He was the only person present who could appreciate him. He was not interested in him, so he took his clothes and went straight to the toilet.

Ken bit his lower lip, looking at Xie Tang's back, his eyes were a bit sad.

He lowered his head, reminding himself like every time, reminding himself again, don't expect what you can't get.

Xie Tang, who stepped into the bathroom, of course sensed the depression of the people behind him.

But what did this have to do with him?

Xie Tang casually lay in the bathtub and turned down the water temperature.

He went over his schedule for the week in his head.

Saturday is a day for him to relax. He only has one morning to attend an art exhibition, and then he works out.

Xie Tang raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled up and down along with his breath, and it looked a different kind of sexy.

Xie Tan casually wiped his wet hair, and spread them to the back of his head casually, exposing his full forehead.

At this time, he had a somewhat messy hairstyle, but it was somewhat similar to Xie Zhou's, and there was a vague sense of bohemianism.

But Xie Zhou's eyes are always burning with the fire of youth and the arrogance of high-ranking people, while Xie Tang's eyes are always only covered with snow that has not melted for a thousand years, and a feeling of deep disregard.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered Sun Du whom he met at the dinner two weeks ago.

His seductive gesture is indeed seductive, and it is well controlled, neither making people feel offended, but also making people want to get close to him and find out.

No wonder so many people in City C are crazy about him.

Sun Du is indeed the most suitable person he has ever met to be a lover.

Xie Tang thought casually.

No matter from his appearance, character or from his conversation and means.

It's a pity that he has always had a dispensable attitude towards these things.He is suave, not someone who pursues pleasure and excitement.

No matter how good Sun Du was, to him, he was just one of thousands of people who tempted him.

When Sun Du repeatedly confirmed with Wu Moqing that Xie Tang would come to his art exhibition as an invited guest, he was so happy that the fox's eyes were completely bent - he couldn't even see the eyeballs.

"You are really my good mother—" Sun Du held Wu Moqing's arm with both hands, and kissed Wu Moqing's face with his lips pouted, the excitement in his eyes was hard to hide.

Wu Moqing rolled her eyes, and stretched out her hand to push Sun Du away in disgust, "Go away, don't beat me up! Look at your talent, don't you just come to your art exhibition? You are so happy, why, do you want to give it to the Xie family?" Young Master, arrange a high-level speech?"

After all, she patted her right arm, which was held just now, as if she was playing dust.

"Huh——" Sun Du seemed to be moved by what Wu Moqing said casually, with a look of surprise on his face, "Yes, Mom, why didn't I expect——"

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the pictures of his art exhibition, as if he was already planning to set up a table there to speak to Xie Tang.

After all, Xie Tang had the highest status, so it was only natural for him to speak, and he could still mention his status to Sun Du.

Wu Moqing hastily interrupted his train of thought, "Don't—your Uncle Zhao just asked Mr. Xie to come and take a break to see his nephew's painting exhibition—you too, thanks to others, Xie is always a lover of art. This assistant only agrees to come if there is someone who yearns for it—don’t mess with me, it’s ruined!”

Sun Du put away his phone, apparently listening to Wu Moqing's words.

Just hearing the phrase "nephew", he suddenly smiled slyly, his half-curved fox eyes obviously harboring malicious intentions, "Yo—Mom—is it still a nephew?——When will I become a son?"

Wu Moqing slapped him on the hand and cursed with a smile, "Fuck you."

Sun Du refused to go, and smiled even more maliciously, "I called you Dad so many times in bed, Mom—you have to satisfy my wish to be called Dad—"

Wu Moqing's ears and the side of her face turned red, and it happened that she had her hair in a bun today, so she could see it clearly, "You stinky and shameless, I don't want to talk to you—"

After all, she walked away quickly with her Gucci on her shoulders, stepping on ten centimeter high heels.

It looks like a heroic and high-spirited man.

If only her thumb didn't rub her index finger unconsciously.

Sun Du knew that this was Wu Moqing's shy gesture.