lover relationship

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In the dark, the smell of men's perfume and red wine is mixed, profuse and obscene.Thick and extravagant curtains block the crisp morning, and only a ray of naive peeping light penetrates through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the spacious and luxurious room.

The person trapped in the soft quilt on the bed is still sleeping, his face cannot be seen clearly in the dark, the clothes are scattered beside the bed, and the lust of the morning sun is floating in the air, everything seems to be glitzy at this moment and emptiness, such uncleanness as to almost drown.

Except for one thing.

sound.

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom matched the scene at this time to reveal its lifeless laziness, but it was mixed with a whistling whistle.

It is cheerful, jumping, and unrestrained, like a nightingale that reverses day and night, tirelessly romantic, full of innocence and cruelty like a childish nursery rhyme.

Suddenly the whistle stopped, and the sound of the bathroom door opening seemed very empty in the silence. The steam chased his footsteps out, kissing his skin reluctantly.

The nightingale flew out of the briers, and combed his wet feathers.

"Ah...it's too dark here." His voice was like an actor in an opera house, with ups and downs and romantic exaggeration of a bard.

The man walked to the window and stepped on the tail of the light, and then opened the curtains with a "squeak", and large swathes of splendor poured in, dissipating the feeling of spring in the room.

When the ray of light saw his appearance, his ears turned red, and he pulled his fluffy tail to break free from his feet, and fled.

French sunshine is all about romance.

The young man in the sun was only wearing a bath towel, showing his naked and beautiful upper body. He poured himself a glass of red wine from the small table next to him, his brows and eyes were slightly narrowed in the sun, he was beautiful and proud, and he held his head up on the branch like a happy man. Sing Dawn.

The nightingale who sacrificed to love in Wilde's fairy tale died, but Sang Ye lived.

If the word "artificial" is understood as "exaggerated deliberate", then Sang Ye is definitely not a contrived person. His exaggeration and deliberateness are purely natural, but in the eyes of others, he is probably a lunatic.

There was a cane next to the table, and the emerald inlaid with green stones matched the emerald ring in his hand. When the wine glass was shaken, Sang Ye suddenly showed a trace of annoyance. He tapped the floor with the cane lightly twice, and his tone was light and jumping: "Damn, I forgot one thing."

The lover on the bed woke up with an "uh" under the lure of the sun and the sound, the blond young man rubbed his eyes, his eyelids fluttered silently: "What did you forget?"

Kuwano smiled at him. He has always been romantic when it comes to being a lover. His frivolous taste and intoxicating tenderness are all combined in him. He was born with the pearl of Aphrodite in his mouth, and his love words are sweet and tactful. , Talking to anyone is like making a promise forever.

Sang Ye patted his lover's ass under the quilt with his cane: "It's not important, don't you want to sleep anymore?"

The little lover acted like a baby with some dissatisfaction: "The sun is too dazzling, how can I sleep?"

"Sorry, baby," Sang Ye rolled his eyes, and his tone rose again, "I was thinking about you just now, so I opened the window."

The lover laughed twice but didn't understand, and crawled across the end of the bed naked, begging for a hug, and reached out to untie the towel around his waist, but was grabbed by Sang Ye.There was a sense of strength in his hands, which made the young man suddenly tense up, and he looked up and saw a frivolous danger in his eyes.

However, this was only for a moment, and soon Sang Ye loosened his hand and held his face: "Your eyes are no gems, I think of your golden hair when I see the sun, it is so beautiful."

The reminder of the video call sounded, and the blue screen on the wall-mounted TV was lit up, with red dots flashing, hiding the danger in his eyes, and Sang Ye said softly to him: "It's a pity, don't worry too much."

Sang Ye kneaded|squeezed his lover's wrists between his fingers, kneading|kneading them, like tangled spider threads, wrapped his hands around his waist, turned around slowly and turned on the video conference.

It's outrageous, he's worse than that king in The Emperor's New Clothes, that king is stupid, he's shameless.

When the video was connected, the yellow-skinned middle-aged man looked at him half-naked|naked for a while and was speechless, and finally scolded him angrily: "Bastard! Put the clothes on me!"

It is Chinese.

Sang Ye didn't pay attention to him at all, he played with the cane smoothly in his hand, stood in a handsome gentleman's posture, smiled frivolously, and asked him in the same language, only one sentence: "Why?"

He pulled his lover's hand from behind to his lips and kissed the back of his hand, and glanced at the screen provocatively. Sang Ye said "you" for a long time, and finally turned pale and sighed hard.

A woman's slender hand stretched out from the old man's side, stroking his back, and said to Sang Ye: "Can't you two have a good talk?"

Sang Ye played with his lover's fingers absent-mindedly, and the atmosphere was weird. He suddenly laughed softly: "Aunt Bo, you can't give me a younger brother. The nanny's life is not very satisfactory, right?"

The face of the woman in the video changed instantly, the old man also raised his eyebrows and was about to get angry, but Sang Ye smiled again, the laughter was full of provocation, contempt and ridicule, and he raised his eyebrows maliciously, artificially and exaggeratedly, The cane knocked on the ground, the voice was dull, and each word pierced the heart: "It's a pity that the children and grandchildren will be cut off. No one will inherit the family property. You are not willing to give it to your current wife for nothing, right?"

The lips of the old man in the video were trembling, and Aunt Bai was even speechless. Sang Ye smiled as if nothing had happened.

Passionate people are also the most ruthless, they can speak romantic words when they open their mouths, and they also know what kind of language can turn into a sharp knife to cut out the heart.

The old man over there in the video finally forced out a sentence of "Niezi". He didn't mention the matter of asking him to return to China to inherit the family business that he had been talking about a while ago, but Sang Ye just happened to laugh with his old friend just before he turned off the video. : "I miss you too, and I will go back after a while, my dear dad, you must miss me too."

The ending sound was lost in the blacked out screen and the old man's astonished and nervous expression.

Sang Ye looked at his silhouette faintly visible on the black screen, and the smile on the corner of his mouth pressed down.

The foreign youth behind him couldn't understand Chinese, but he also knew that the atmosphere was not good at the moment. He wanted to pull his hands back many times, but was caught by Sang Ye, his wrists were a little red.

Sang Ye looked down at the red marks on his white skin, his usual charming smile appeared on his face again, the gloom just now seemed to be an illusion in the black screen.

Sang Ye kissed his wrist, licked the marks left by the fingerprints with the tip of his tongue, and said to him softly: "I'm sorry, did it hurt you?"

The lover tastes a poison from his tenderness, and is afraid of approaching, but the fragrance of the poison is too charming.As soon as Sang Ye rolled his eyes, he became innocent and romantic. He kissed his hand and then his cheek, creating the illusion of pampering.

After untiing the bath towel, the lover obediently put on clothes for him, including a shirt, a suit, custom-made leather shoes with exquisite patterns, and finally put on a tie.

Sang Ye took off the ring from his hand and put it in his palm, his lover trembled all over.

"Your eyes are prettier than them," Sang Ye rubbed the emerald in his palm, "Keep it."

He has had many lovers, and he only dated one at a time, and he never half-heartedly, but to him, lovers are just lovers, not lovers, not boyfriends, and not lifelong choices.

The young man knew too much about such things, and he obviously understood the meaning of the ring Sang Ye gave him, so his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he asked Sang Ye back and forth: "Isn't it what I thought? No, is it? Why, aren't we having a good time?" Are you good? I love you!"

Sang Ye pinched his chin and kissed his beautiful eyes, then kissed the top of his hair, the sun came in, and he stood in the shadow, Sang Ye smiled and said goodbye to his lover: "Gems and sunlight are both beautiful, but I don't love gems , I don’t even like sunshine.”

Sao Bao's sports car cut through the splendor of Montpellier all the way, cut through the various styles of the southern French city, and passed through the Perumen Square.The equestrian statue of Louis XIV is still proud, and the gilded Arc de Triomphe used to commemorate him is no longer ostentatious under the precipitation of history, and has become neutral and peaceful over a long period of time.

The sports car passed it expressionlessly, and the lion statue on the wall that had been honed and rough by time watched him pass by, and seemed to let out a faint sigh.The vicinity of St. Pierre Cathedral is quiet, and the singing of the choir seems to be heard in the silence, and I don’t know how many years it has been around the beam.

Going all the way through this area, small supermarkets and pedestrian streets are interspersed, and the aroma of crepes wafts from the vicinity of the flavor restaurant, and the aroma quickly dissipates with his ruthless driving.

The bell rang, startling the pigeons flying in the nearby park. Sangye finally stopped and bought a bouquet of pure white lilies from the flower shop nearby. The old woman who sold the flowers smiled at him, and Sangye smiled back , much more sincere than he was in front of his father and lover.

The cemetery is very quiet, and the stone tablets record those who have left. Most of them did not have any great deeds and cannot affect history. They left quietly in history, and they may be annihilated in the future and become unremembered for a long time. Dust raised.

Sangye stood there for a long time, putting the flowers beside a small tombstone.

All the wildness on his face disappeared, without saying a word, he wiped her tombstone with a handkerchief to wipe away the fine dust.

"Love is so absurd," Sang Ye squatted down and sat on the stone steps next to him, with the gray and green wind under his eyes, "Stupid and useless, like you, you can only end up here, and you can't even do anything to—though that doesn't make sense either."

"The retribution is not good, that woman didn't even leave him a child, after all she was old enough to ask me to go back, in this case, of course she can't leave anything to an outsider who is a nanny, mom, are you right? Sang Ye paused for a moment, "I know you don't like to hear this, you love him and miss him, even the cemetery has to choose the direction to look at the homeland, it's too weak."

Sang Ye Xiaozuo stood up in a moment, the moment of dullness disappeared with the smile on his face again, and his tone became light again: "Love is useless, you should live happily, otherwise can you die quickly?"

Sang Ye patted his body and touched his mother's tombstone, as if she often hugged him and rumpled his hair when she was still alive, Sang Ye said to his mother: "I don't want any fetters, there is no money for that kind of thing As faithful as a dog."

"But a dog is so innocent and loyal that it makes people feel ashamed, so I don't want to keep a dog, um... Then let me think about it," Sang Ye rubbed his chin and snapped his fingers, "I can inherit all his money and continue When he comes back, it’s best to let him go out of the house, just like our situation back then...Are you right?"

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[Tweet] "Hypocrisy" by Wan Chunhan

Potential for anxiety disorder?Potential for depression?Potentially violent?

The will was clearly written, the above three items, all of which put Liang Rongyi at risk of not getting the inheritance.

From then on, cultivate one's morality and cultivate one's character, and don't lose one's temper?

Liang Rongyi frowned: "How is it possible? In this way, it can only be fake."

For this reason, Liang Rongyi brought back a Que Yunke, forced him to lose weight (he is not fat), taught him to study (actually a master), and exercised his patience (mainly for making videos as proof materials).

"Do good" every step of the way, and all roads lead to heritage.

Liang Rongyi: "In this world, there are only things I don't want, and there is nothing I can't get."

Que Yunke: "I only blame your surname 'Liang', you look cold from both sides, what else can you do, lie on your stomach."

Gong (Que Yunke), who is forced to be fat, who wants to turn his secret love into a love affair (Que Yunke) vs. Shou (Liang Rongyi), who is only interested in "hypocrisy" and only engages in inheritance.

Strong!Next year!

A large part is about trying to lose weight, a small part is about self-deception and being eaten, and the whole part is about gourmet food.

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