Porcelain industry leader

After Song Yu read this message, he slumped in his seat for a long time and didn't recover.

He has not experienced this kind of feeling like looking forward to a spring outing when he was a child for many years.

In fact, for him now, as long as he can stay next to Gu Qingchi and see those beautiful and affectionate eyes when he tilts his head, even if he doesn't speak, it's good.

Of course, it would be better if you can move your tongue.

The afternoon also became particularly long because of this expectation.

He didn't reply to Gu Qingchi's message, trying to pretend he didn't care.

Because when he was thinking about something, he suddenly realized that his seemingly active behavior all morning was actually very passive.

When Gu Qingchi rubbed his head, he was happy, when Gu Qingchi touched his small mouth, he was satisfied, and all his emotions were taken away by Gu Qingchi.

Shouldn't he be the dominant one?

Why after Gu Qingchi accepted him, the whole person seemed to have fallen into an endless state of madness, his mind and body were no longer his own.

It's so stupid, and it's so horny.

And, is that kid Gu Qingchi possessed by something?

How come it looks like it has changed.

The one who should act like a baby and beg for a kiss and hug should be Gu Qingchi!

Song Yu rested his cheeks, thinking about life while drawing pictures.

He even prepared the lines for when Gu Qingchi gave rewards at night, "Huh? There are rewards, I'd have forgotten it if you didn't tell me."

Then when Gu Qingchi's small mouth wanted to withdraw the reward, he held him down again!

Push down and kiss!

hey-hey……

"Xiao Yu," Xiao Sun saw that he didn't respond, and pushed Song Yu's elbow heavily, "Song Yu!"

"Ah?" Song Yu wiped the corner of his mouth and put away his smile, "What's wrong?"

"The manager is calling you in the group." Xiao Sun reminded.

Song Yu clicked on the company group and glanced at it, then got up and walked to the office with an ominous premonition.

Normally, if the manager invites someone into the house to drink tea alone, it will not be a good thing.

Manager Zhou cut to the chase, "Xiao Song, you can go to Dongfang Construction with Chen Binbin from the sales department."

"Why are you going?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows.

Manager Zhou pushed a business card to Song Yu, "There is a townhouse under Mr. Ji's name to be renovated, and he has a strong intention to hand it over to our company, and try to get this list down today."

Song Yu was stunned for several seconds.

This is not his job at all. Although he has already guessed a certain possibility, he still tried his best to decline politely: "Thank you for the trust of the leader... But I have never been in charge of this kind of business. Given such an important task for me, I'm afraid I'll screw it up."

Manager Zhou smiled, "That's why I asked you to go with Xiao Chen, an outstanding talent like you should develop in a diversified and comprehensive way..."

Manager Zhou said a series of polite words, but Song Yu didn't listen much.

The various departments of the company have always had a clear division of labor, and this kind of situation rarely happens. Even if it does, it is the kind of designer who brings his own customer source to go out to communicate with the customer. commission.

He is not a fool, and neither is Manager Zhou.

This kind of shit bowl that was inexplicably put on his head was obviously not out of Manager Zhou's intention. From his embarrassed face, he could feel that this matter was deliberately arranged by someone above.

Song Yu didn't refuse anymore, nodded and walked out of the office.

There is only one person who can think of such a boring way to torment him - his own father.

Song Yu pushed open the door of the safe passage in the corridor, sat down on the stairs, and dialed his father's phone.

"Hey, did the sun come out from the west? My son actually took the initiative to call me." Dad's ironic laughter came from the receiver, making Song Yu's teeth itch with anger.

He took a deep breath, and tried to express his inner dissatisfaction in a calm tone, "Do you think that I am usually too idle and ask someone to send me messy chores?"

"What are messy chores?" Dad smiled lightly, "The tasks assigned to you by your leader must be intentional."

"Yes, there is intention, but is that his intention?" Song Yu frowned, "Leaving me a business that I have never touched before, don't you think your decision is a bit hasty?"

"As long as you do it seriously, I'm not careless." Dad said.

Song Yu gritted his molars, "I didn't join the company to pick up customers."

"What are you talking about? What is picking up customers? This is talking about business with customers. This is also one of the most important tasks of the company. If you don't have a list, where can you get the artwork and get paid for it?" Dad said. He raised his voice, "When I have time, I usually get in touch with the work of other departments and learn more about the company's operations."

"I don't want to know, can't I?" Song Yu leaned against the white wall and sighed. Even though he knew the question was stupid, he still asked it.

"Either you honestly follow the arrangement of your leaders to meet the clients you should meet, or you resign and don't do it." Dad said firmly.

"You didn't say you wanted me to do these things when you arranged me into the company." Song Yu said.

"How old are you and still making trouble like a child?" Dad snorted softly, "You really plan to stay in the office as a small designer all your life? Can you be successful? Let you get in touch with more The contact with this area is also to train you, and you can be tougher when you take over the company in the future, do you know that Song Junyao is now opening a new company in X City."

Song Yu frowned and said nothing.

Song Junyao is his cousin, the son of his father's brother.

Dingxiang International Headquarters is a joint venture established by father and uncle. The two companies each contribute half of the start-up capital, and all the profits in the later period are also shared equally. So far, there have been no major conflicts.

However, with the gradual expansion of the company's scale and the continuous injection of fresh blood, Dad and Uncle seem to have the intention of retiring to the second line.

Dad mentioned this when we had dinner together during the Chinese New Year, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

Song Yu and his cousin have had little contact since they were young, and they don't have much affection. They don't have a deep revolutionary friendship like their father and uncle, and it's a matter of minutes before they part ways.

Then who will run the company next is a big question.

Dad is going to let himself compete with Song Junyao?

Isn't this a dream?

Song Yu breathed out with difficulty, feeling as if a meteorite had fallen from the sky and landed on his shoulder, making him a little out of breath.

Since he was a child, his thoughts have not been in the company, and his father must have known it in his heart all these years.

He hadn't expressed his intention to let him inherit the mantle before, but such a sentence suddenly made his back break out in cold sweat.

Dad never makes a decision casually, since he has already let the words out, it shows that he has thought about this matter carefully.

But before that, at any rate, you should ask him about his wishes, right?

If you just throw the company to him, aren't you afraid that he will bring the company down?

What does Song Junyao have to do with starting a company in X City?

Song Junyao started a company, so should he follow suit?

Will my father slap me to death if I directly hand over the operating rights of the head office to Song Junyao?

He felt that if his father really dared to hand over the company to him, then he would definitely dump the company to Song Junyao the next day and exchange some shares back. It would be great to get some bonuses every year and travel around with Gu Qingchi happily.

Dad will definitely call him worthless.

If there is no interest, there will be no interest.

What everyone pursues is different, he really couldn't imagine what it would be like to be trapped in a cage and worry about the messy things in the company all day long.

He must be driven mad.

Gu Qingchi received a call from Song Yu at around three o'clock in the afternoon, saying that the company had something to do overtime, and he would be home late so he could eat first.

After he got home, he fed the small fish for a while, and then cooked a bowl of noodles to eat.

When lying on the sofa, I feel comfortable, and every cell in my body is in a relaxed state.

I don't know when it started, living here with Song Yu has become a particularly peaceful thing, and he doesn't even want to go home.

I don't want to face my father, and I don't want to face everything in the past.

How nice it would be to live a lifetime without any worries.

But whenever he relaxes, there will always be a voice echoing in his mind: You are a black household without an ID card.

Gu Qingchi lowered his arms and sighed.

I have to go home when I have a rest this Sunday.

It was almost nine o'clock when Song Yu arrived home. He dragged his tired body into the house, and while changing his shoes, he shouted, "I'm back, is there someone to pick me up?"

"Hey! The servant is here!" Sitting on the sofa, Gu Qingchi replied, looked at Song Yu and said excitedly, "The big fish begets the little fish!"

"Really!" Song Yu immediately became excited when he heard this, and excitedly ran to the sofa and squatted down.

Inside the transparent isolation box, there are seven or eight small fish the size of tadpoles wriggling their small tails.

"Sure enough..." It was also the first time Song Yu saw a female fish give birth to baby fish, staring at them with a smile on his face, "When did it give birth?"

"I didn't notice it either. It wasn't there when I got home. When I looked at it just now, I suddenly found that the belly of the pregnant woman was flattened." Gu Qingchi said.

"The water in the sink needs to be changed." Song Yu said.

"How to change?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"Use a straw, suck slowly, suck up one-third of the water, and fill it with new water." Song Yu said with a smile.

"Then how long do you have to suck it?" Gu Qingchi was stunned.

"You don't really believe it, do you?" Song Yu couldn't help laughing.

"I almost believed it." Gu Qingchi lowered his eyelids.

Song Yu took a long rubber tube to guide the water out, and taught Gu Qingchi about the principle of siphons for nearly half an hour, then went to the kitchen to get a small spoon, and pulled the pregnant woman out of the isolation box, leaving only The baby fish remained in the isolation box.

As soon as the pregnant woman got out of the isolation box, her husband clung to her and swam around her sticky.

Lu Qingchi couldn't help dubbing his husband, "Wife, wife, let me chirp."

"I'm starving to death, get out of the way, don't stand in my way." Song Yu couldn't help but dubbed the voice for the pregnant woman.

Gu Qingchi smiled and grabbed some bread crumbs and threw them in. Xiong's stick lingered around the pregnant woman, rubbing his small forehead from time to time to show his affection.

Song Yu enjoyed watching it, took out his mobile phone, took two short videos of it and posted it in Moments.

"Can I have a bite after eating?" Gu Qingchi leaned forward, leaning his elbows on his thighs, raised his eyelids and looked at Song Yu.

"Chirp..." Song Yu's gaze swept over Gu Qingchi's face, and the word "wool thread" was stuck in his throat and did not come out.

Gu Qingchi pouted across the tea table, and made a crisp kissing sound.

After the kiss, she smiled with crooked brows and eyes, which was very pretty.

Song Yu was not satisfied by the blown kiss from the air, got up and walked around the tea table, stood in front of Gu Qingchi, looking down at him.

Gu Qingchi raised his head and blinked his eyes twice, his lips slightly showed a slit, looking very cute and delicious.

Song Yu couldn't help swallowing, raised his right knee, and knelt down on the sofa.

Gu Qingchi instantly understood what he wanted to do, and involuntarily leaned back, and raised his hand to support Song Yu's waist.

The whole living room suddenly fell silent, except for the faint sound of the air humidifier.

Song Yu's back was surrounded by clouds and mist, and there was also a faint fruit fragrance.

The atmosphere is ambiguous and sweet.

"Do you want a reward?" Gu Qingchi put down the phone with his other hand, supported Song Yu's lower back, and smiled, "I've been looking forward to it all afternoon."

Song Yu's mind quickly flashed the idiotic line that he had thought up during the day, but saying it under such circumstances would be too disruptive to the atmosphere. He decided to follow his inner desire, answered honestly, and said with a smile: "You've been looking forward to it all afternoon, too."

Gu Qingchi smiled but said nothing, he took Song Yu's wrist and moved towards him.

Song Yu was pulled so that his center of gravity was unsteady, his hands rested on Gu Qingchi's thigh at the same time, and the other knee pressed against the edge of the sofa.

When he looked up, he was less than ten centimeters away from Gu Qingchi's face.

Sight is a little out of focus.

He tilted his head back a little later.

The smile on the corner of Gu Qingchi's mouth was as good-looking as ever.

His heart began to pound wildly, and he couldn't even breathe involuntarily.

"More than eight hours." Gu Qingchi smiled and pinched Song Yu's red ears.

"Huh?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows, and before he had time to realize what he was talking about, Gu Qingchi had already moved his palm to the back of his head and pushed forward slightly.

Song Yu's lips were instantly compressed by a gentle force.

He seemed to be able to smell the coffee smell on Gu Qingchi's body while breathing, but when he took another breath to make sure, he couldn't smell it anymore.

Gu Qingchi kept exerting force on the palm of Song Yu's head, as if he wanted to rub this person into his body.

The corners of Song Yu's lips curled up slightly, this time he obediently closed his eyes, waiting for a verbal battle.

Gu Qingchi pressed forward with his palm on his lower back.

Song Yu took a tight breath, and in order to maintain his balance, he had to kneel down on his lap.

Gu Qingchi tilted his head back, held Song Yu's flushed face and admired it.

Song Yu opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction, his small eyes seemed to be asking, "Where's the agreed tongue?"

"Have you kissed anyone before?" Gu Qingchi asked with a smile.

Song Yu never thought that Gu Qingchi could ask such a boring question at this time, but he soon saw the possessiveness of a little beast protecting food in Gu Qingchi's eyes.

This discovery made him elated.

"Of course I took it." Song Yu almost blurted out.

Gu Qingchi frowned, and quickly regained his composure, clenched his molars and asked, "When?"

"At school..." Song Yu responded with a guilty conscience, but the expression on Gu Qingchi's face was really interesting.

He even smelled a sour vinegar.

Gu Qingchi didn't speak any more, he pursed his lips and looked straight at him, took a breath, and then let it out slowly.

Song Yu didn't dare to look directly at him, and lowered his eyelids, staring at Gu Qingchi's heaving chest.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Song Yu couldn't help raising his eyelids again, "Why? Are you jealous?"

"Nonsense." Gu Qingchi was a little depressed.

"Then what should I do, how about I wash my mouth?" Song Yu was overjoyed.

"Is it true?" Gu Qingchi asked persistently.

"Why, do you still have a kiss scene? Don't you want someone else's kiss?" Song Yu asked with a smile.

Gu Qingchi moved his lips, but without saying anything, he put his head on the back of Song Yu's head and kissed it directly.

This kiss was stronger than every time before, and Song Yu could even feel a strong pressure.

His waist and head were tightly locked and he couldn't move at all, but he had to admit that he enjoyed this aggressive capture very much, as if he was protecting a very precious treasure.

Gu Qingchi took his lower lip and sucked it heavily.

Song Yu's breathing became rapid in an instant, and his palm slowly moved up to Gu Qingchi's waist, and he stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched Gu Qingchi's upper lip tentatively.

Gu Qingchi immediately became excited like a puppy who has snatched the food, and also stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick Song Yu's lips.

Before Song Yu could respond, he boldly moved forward to push those two soft lips apart, teasing recklessly in the warm and soft mouth.

After touching the tip of his tongue for a short time, Song Yu felt dizzy, and his brain stopped working as if a wire had short-circuited and tripped.

Gu Qingchi could almost be said to be in a state of chaos, and Song Yu's face was covered with slightly hot breath.

His kisses have no rules or techniques, just a domineering attack.

Song Yu's heart was beating violently, and his fingertips were deeply embedded in Gu Qingchi's shoulder socket.

To be honest, he quite likes Gu Qingchi's savage, unreasonable entanglement wrapped in a strong desire to invade.

Along with the detailed responses and teases, Gu Qingchi's breathing became more and more rapid, and his body temperature soared wildly.

Song Yu was so dazed by the kiss that he even had difficulty breathing. In the end, it was too late for the tip of his tongue to respond, but Gu Qingchi still swept between his lips and teeth unrelentingly.

Unable to break free from the shackles and was about to be kissed to death, Song Yu let out a low, short moan, more precisely, a groan for help.

It was such a small and weak sound that brought Gu Qingchi a huge mental stimulation in this quiet space.

The brain was short-circuited directly.

Roughly rubbing the back of Song Yu's head with his fingertips, he desperately pressed him against him like a ferocious beast.

Song Yu's eyes turned black and he was going crazy, he pushed Gu Qingchi's shoulder and found that it couldn't be pushed at all.

He seriously suspected that Gu Qingchi took his distress signal as flirting.

Having no choice but to bite Lu Qingchi's tongue hard.

"Oh..." Gu Qingchi looked at him with frowned eyebrows, his eyes were full of displeasure when enjoying delicious food was interrupted.

Song Yu wiped the corner of his lips and wiped Gu Qingchi's body, "I'm going to die, don't you know!?"

"Ah?" Gu Qingchi felt embarrassed when he saw Song Yu's slightly swollen lips.

Song Yu took a breath, "I admire you."

"Huh?" Gu Qingchi stared, puzzled.

"You are probably the only person in the world who can kiss someone until he almost dies." Song Yu pointed at his nose.

"I think...it's okay." Gu Qingchi lowered his head, suddenly saw the protruding little brother Song, and immediately raised his head again to pretend he didn't see it.

Song Yu glanced at Gu Qingchi's trousers and crotch unconsciously, raised the corners of his lips, and nodded on Gu Qingchi's chest, "It's rising from the ground, do you want to go to the toilet to solve it?"

"No...no need," Gu Qingchi looked away, his ears flushed, "It will be fine after a while."

Song Yu narrowed his eyes and got off Gu Qingchi's body, and sat aside.

Staring at the small fish in the tank, he calmed down after a while.

After all, he was used to this situation.

But Gu Qingchi...

Song Yu couldn't help but clicked his tongue twice in his heart.

This idiot doesn't seem to know that there are many things two men can do together besides kissing.

Straight men are such lovely creatures.

No, Lu Qingchi is really a lovely creature.