lover relationship

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Originally, when Lin Wei pulled him up, he really wanted to send Sang Ye home. Although his house was in the Yuhua Courtyard next to him, it was not on the way at all, but he could see that Sang Ye was sick. .Who knows, and then realizes Sang Ye's bad intentions.

The more frivolously Sang Ye ordered Lin Wei to send him home, the more he refused in actual attitude.

Lin Wei, whose IQ was back online, suddenly realized something: it was only the third time we met, even if he was sick, what would I do for him?

Boss Lin knew he was not a good person, and he couldn't show a caring attitude towards strangers.

Sang Ye asked, "Do you like me?"

Lin Wei thought quickly, swept Sang Ye up and down with the method of elimination, and said coldly: "It's not on the way."

Not on the way home, not on the way to shou, and not on the way to a lover.

They are rivals, even if there is a little hidden sympathy for each other, they are still rivals.

Sang Ye was not attached after playing wildly. He didn't think about asking Lin Wei to send him off.

No one would go all the way to a private hospital for a physical examination. Most of Lin Wei lived nearby, and Yuhua Courtyard was not far from the hospital. Maybe Lin Wei didn't even drive the car.

We've only met each other three times, and this Boss Lin is really interesting: he's cold and cruel, shrewd and cunning, and yet he still has the twisted kindness that I saw today.

After Lin Wei left, Sang Ye slowly called the driver at home, sat in the middle hall of the hospital and smiled inexplicably... That was not good intentions, who knows what it was.

In autumn, it is rare that the clouds and rain that plagued the south of the Yangtze River no longer afflicted, revealing a piece of sunshine in the clear afternoon, lazy, slightly cool, and no wind.

Sang Ye carried the medicine and walked downstairs, and sat in the back seat of the car. The black car was brightly lit and looked a little gloomy.

Lin Wei was smoking at the entrance of the alley, and through the faint smoke, he saw the window of the car rolled down from a distance, revealing Sang Ye's head lazily leaning against the window, a little hairy against the light, he couldn't see clearly from a distance, but Kuwano should have narrowed his eyes.

The car started slowly and drove away, Lin Wei turned around lazily.

There is no bleakness in the south of the Yangtze River, the evergreen trees are dotted with a little yellow leaves, burning in the autumn wind, the afternoon sun is pale, playing a piece of Bach on the treetops.

Wearing slacks and a shirt, Lin Chen walks along the red brick sidewalk and passes under the street lamps. The day turns into night, the toccata in E minor sinks into the deep blue, and the night covers him with dark silk pajamas, filthy Dawn had not yet broken.

His villa was empty, Lin Wei walked barefoot on the floor, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, the wafting aroma ignited the night, the computer screen illuminated his eyes, and the slender glasses chain hung from his forehead, swaying slightly, Crushed like stars.

The conversation window flashed, and a message from Xu Qing said: "Lin Xiaosi, I will go fishing in the mulberry field in Quan Town on weekends."

Lin Wei looked at the name for a long time before realizing that it was the name of Sang Qin's son. He hadn't remembered it carefully before.

It was late at night after finishing the official business. After closing the laptop, Lin Wei took off his glasses and said, "Sang Ye."

The name suits him well.

Falling asleep, Kuwano dreamed that the guests wearing masks at the dinner party were dancing to the tune of the movement, spinning, exchanging, flying skirts and tuxedos, and he shuttled among them.

I don’t know whose fingers are long and slender, jumping on the keys in a fast rhythm, one after another in series, urging him hurriedly and joyfully, the huge staircase is covered with a soft and luxurious deep red carpet, extending to the second floor The ladder twisted and rotated in the carnival of notes, sending him flying up, and suddenly opened the door at the end.

The music stopped abruptly, the balcony was covered with thorny rose vines, and there was a piano at the end with a glass of red wine on it. A suffocation.

His stomach hurt like a twist, slowly wearing away his pain in time.

Sang Ye's dream was interrupted at the wrong time, and he didn't let him see the man's face clearly.

But he knew who it was.

It's not liking, it's desire.

The man in the dream is wearing a smooth nightgown, the belt is loosely tied to the hip bones, revealing his neck, chest, and waist between the collars.

Even in his dream, he could still see the small cinnabar mole embedded on his waist.

The hand that plays the piano is very beautiful, and Lin Wei's skin is also fair.

He wants him.

Sang Ye has always obeyed his own preferences, this is his unruly freedom.

Sang Ye clearly knew the intention of that sentence—"You like me"——no, it was he who fell in love with him.

Who knows why.

What you see with your eyes is your appearance; what you hear with your ears is your voice; what you touch with your skin is your feeling; perhaps because Lin Chen has the same ambition in his eyes, it is very common for charms to attract each other. .

The only thing that makes Kuwano dissatisfied is a small, small place.

In the hospital, Lin Wei covered his eyes, and in the short 2 minutes before Ye Xiaoru came, he was so |stable.

Sang Ye didn't like the feeling of being too secure.

This kind of feeling will make people addicted, it will make people change themselves subtly, and they will involuntarily adapt to this kind of stability, and they will be afraid of escaping from the stability, so they will do everything they can.

He hasn't decided whether to make a move yet, but when he thinks of——

Tsk, think about the way Lin Wei begged him for mercy one day, his eyes glistening with mist, begging for perfection, forbearance, and then gradually and unbearably presumptuous, lowering his proud head to beg him...

too exciting.

Sang Ye likes this kind of pleasure, but like Lin Wei, the pleasure that is too easy to get makes him gradually feel numb and boring.

Losing the joy of conquest, you don’t have to worry about chasing prey, just like deep-sea fish, you can eat as long as you open your mouth stupidly, and it’s as calm as a pool of stagnant water, so why talk about the sea of ​​stars.

High returns and high risks coexist, and this kind of novelty-seeking excitement that hasn't happened for a long time makes him feel a little uneasy when he is ready to move.

Sang Ye is not a person who is afraid of failure, on the contrary, he is a very arrogant hunter. He believes that he has the capital of arrogance, and he is also confident that Lin Wei will see him differently from others.

His intuition is too sharp when it comes to seeing people. Whether Lin Wei realizes it or not, he can see it anyway.

Leaving aside liking, he doesn't really care whether the other party likes him or not when he finds a lover.Talking about sight alone, Sang Ye knew that he was always the focus, at least Lin Wei had some meaning for him.

This kind of uneasiness is nothing to fear, Sang Ye thought arrogantly.

Saying goodbye to the pain in his stomach in the chaos of drugs, he whistled gracefully again.

It would be even more wonderful if accompanied by a violin and piano. Kuwano doesn't mind too much. The roar of car engines and the sound of tires rolling across the ground can also be used as accompaniment.

The symphony reached its climax, and the springs and waterfalls gushing out of Mianshan Mountain were like a flying belt, passing through the forest, polishing the pebbles, and converging to the calm water at the foot of the mountain.

With a swing of the pole, the elastic end of the pole swung away with the fishing line, and the float was half down. Sang Ye and Xu Qing greeted each other warmly, and they waited for an hour for Lin Zhen.

The crawling beasts are approaching each other, the bait has already been prepared, and when will they bite?

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