lover relationship

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The scene Sang Qin added to himself was very absurd. He stayed in the hospital for a month and a half, from autumn to winter.

The cold current invaded from the coastal cities to the inland, the temperature of the whole city dropped, and the scenery became more bleak.

Sang Ye was wearing a white sweater. The fluffy clothes made him look very docile and well-behaved, making people want to step forward and touch him.

He likes Lin Wei's study the most. The bookshelves running through the two floors and the old bronze decoration on the bookshelves make it look calm and quiet, exuding a certain mysterious atmosphere.

If the library of Trinity College Dublin is compared to a piece of mellow coffee cake, Lin Wei's study is like a small corner dug out of the coffee cake. A typeface, embedded on a paper made of white chocolate, was tasted page by page with the flipping of Sang Ye's fingers, licked by him elegantly and sexyly, and eaten into his stomach bit by bit.

There is a light piano sound upstairs. The third floor is Lin Wei's piano room. On the cashmere carpet is a piano in a black tuxedo. Lin Wei is always silent when he is not with Sang Ye. There is no wave in his eyes. Sang Ye He often laughs at him as an AI with no emotions, but whenever Sang Ye spouts outrageous and rambunctious nonsense, Lin Wei's eyes light up with a smile.

Sang Ye is always lively.

Just like now, Sang Ye heard Lin Wei's piano sound, the light notes were repeated again and again, as if it was just a child's practice, but Sang Ye knew that Lin Wei was thinking about him.

Soujiro's ocarina song いつもいつもいつもいつもいつもいすでも (Forever together), the sound of the piano was originally in harmony with the ocarina, but now it loses the main melody of the ocarina and looks lonely and dry. This is an invitation.

Sang Ye raised his head from the book world, hung the corners of his mouth in a funny way, moistened his lips, and whistled.

Lin Wei's piano sound paused slightly, and he smiled unconsciously, then raised his hand to join the main theme, enriching their cooperation.

The leisurely tune floated into the colder wind outside the house, and the bare branches of a few deciduous trees hung on them, and the whistle followed the dead branches, and then ran to a farther and freer place.

Sang Ye put the bookshelf on his shoulder, and wandered to the third floor, the whistle was getting closer and closer, until Sang Ye walked to Lin Wei's side and touched the back of his hand with his two fingers.

Winter is too dry, and the air conditioner is turned on indoors to make it even drier. Sang Ye's lips are astringent. When he meets Lin Wei, he also loses his tune. Lin Wei can't help laughing out loud.

Naturally, the sound of the piano and the whistle stopped.

His hands were still on the piano. Lin Wei's hands were beautiful and flexible.

Sang Ye choked when he thought of the word "flexible", which was the flexibility he had felt inside his body.He is more obsessed with other thick and hot things than flexibility, Sang Ye secretly glanced at Lin Wei.He was sitting on the piano bench, wearing casual home clothes, the same style as the fluffy sweater Sang Ye was wearing, and the exact same white color. When buying clothes, he chose the style and color and bought them in pairs.

Both of them have good taste in clothes, Sang Ye is too lazy to do things, too lazy to walk, even too lazy to be an artist, too lazy to choose clothes, he throws money at Lin Wei and let Lin Wei buy them all.

Lin Wei seems to be determined to keep him in captivity. In autumn and winter, he is dressed up in fluffy clothes. With Sang Ye's tender face, he doesn't look like a 28-year-old man at all. Sang Ye looks at the new clothes that fill the closet , I feel like a scumbag pretending to be tender.

But Sangye didn't bother to scold him.

Both of them are very happy in the almost pampering freedom. This is the period of their passionate and crazy love.

They've only been together for two months.

At first, when Lin Wei bought clothes for him, he only bought one piece worn by Sang Ye. Lin Wei preferred other styles, such as shirts, vests, and crisp and meticulous suits.

Sang Ye likes Lin Chen's retro chic feeling very much, and prefers to break this feeling.

After he once complained about Lin Wei and proposed the idea of ​​wearing couple outfits with Lin Wei, Lin Wei began to buy two sets of clothes.

But Lin Wei's gentlemanly elegance seems to be carved into his bones, changing clothes can't take away his retro elegance at all, he has to be disintegrated from the inside, just like what Sang Ye did happily at night.

Lin Wei didn't have so many miscellaneous thoughts, he just pinched Sang Ye's fingertips: "Sang Qin is transferring his property."

Sang Ye: "To whom? Bai Tinghe?"

Lin Wei nodded, and Sang Ye sneered: "It doesn't matter, I just want to find him unhappy. No matter how long he drags on, Mianshan and the holes he needs to fill with money, even if Zi'an turns around for a while, It is undoubtedly a huge burden. Sang Qin is used to being pampered and is not used to the burden and pressure, not to mention he is so greedy."

"But I haven't seen you for a month and a half. It would be too disobedient if I don't show up again. I'm going to visit him in the hospital. It's embarrassing for the old man. He has been lying in the hospital for a month. He has such hobbies and still reads ancient literature. He came out of the film school. At his age, I'm afraid he can win the Golden Man and the Grand Slam." Sang Ye said, "I can even imagine how Sang Qin would explain to Bai Tinghe—"

"We are husband and wife, we are one body, what's mine is yours." Sang Qin held Bai Tinghe's hand.

Bai Tinghe is no longer the simple and innocent girl she was when she was young, Bai Tinghe subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, she was a little scared.

Sweet talk scares her because it means there is still value in her to be squeezed.

But the person she was facing was Sang Qin, her husband, someone she had loved simply and sincerely.

Sang Qin was once the person she wanted to be with even if she had the reputation of being a meddler.

When they were together, Bai Tinghe saw the romance and sweetness of being trapped in a rented house in Guangzhou, and the struggle and helplessness of those struggling southward.When she was with Sang Qin, Sang Qin was not very rich, and Bai Tinghe didn't fancy his money.

Young people always have a shining point that confuses ignorant prey. It is the scope mounted on the gun, which reflects light slightly in the sun.

Until the marriage came, the free little nanny knocked down a giant iron cage with a "bang dang" on its head, and a cold snake clung to the cage. Bai Tinghe didn't know anything, and she was terrified.

Marriage can tear apart a person's truth.

There's nothing more unbearable than watching someone you love reveal their true ugliness.

Sang Ye's mother couldn't accept it, so she even hated life, life deceived her.

At the beginning, Bai Tinghe was also shaken. After she saw Sang Ye's mother, she felt that she had been tricked and manipulated by Sang Qin. She was very sad and resented Sang Qin very much.

But Sang Qin bowed his head and compromised with her, sent her flowers, helped her with housework, took her to a date, and then held her hand.

Love blinds the eyes.

"It plucked the wool and dug the corner, saw the ugliness but let the ugliness go, blinded by the ugliness. Time and space are crumbling, and those who are in love still shout: We are eternal!" Sang Ye is sitting in the car, across the street is a private hospital , obviously, belonged to Sang Qin.The car had been parked here for a while, Lin Wei was driving a very low-key car, and Sang Ye was still holding a bouquet of carnations.

Lin Wei raised his hand and rubbed Sang Ye's head: "Go."

Sang Ye thought that he would see Sang Qin soon, and he was very unhappy. He said critically, "Don't forget our one-year agreement, don't mess around all the time, or you won't be able to get out of bed for the whole year next year."

Lin Wei said with a smile: "Then you have to work hard."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Sang Ye's stomach: "You lost two abdominal muscles."

Sang Ye was getting fat, he pushed Lin Wei's hand and opened the car door viciously: "Get out!"

Lin Wei smiled at him tenderly, Sang Ye leaned on the car window and poked his head in again, the two kissed a short but deep kiss.

It's like cheering for each other.

Sang Ye walked into the hospital and found the location of Sang Qin's ward from the consultation desk.

The information desk repeatedly confirmed his identity and called Sang Qin's ward.

The person answering the phone was Sang Qin's assistant. Sang Qin was sitting on the bed playing poker when Sang Ye Diao Erlang walked into the ward.

Four cards, 24 points.

This used to be one of Sangye's favorite games when he was young, because he was no match for his father at that time, and he always had a kind of fear and respect for his father.

This kind of respect made the young child feel dependent, and timidly pushed over a bowl of sweet bean curd.

1, 5, 8, 12, Sang Ye only glanced at it, and said lightly: "(1+5)*(12-8), Dad, let's talk."

Sang Qin put away the playing cards and said nothing. In the suite ward, the relationship between father and son was once again falling out and tense.

"Father?" Sang Qin wore glasses on the bridge of his nose. He put the poker aside and said with a sneer, "Boss Sang, I can't afford it."

Sang Ye also didn't want to maintain an illusion of harmony with him, there were no outsiders, even the assistant had left the door.

"That's the best," Sang Ye said, throwing the flowers aside casually, "You look good, I thought you were terminally ill, then I'm going to die laughing!"

Sang Qin looked at his son sharply: "If you die early, won't you get my will?"

"It's as if someone cares about it," Sang Ye dragged the single sofa next to him and sat down, and said thoughtfully, "It's just a will, and it can be exchanged for 14 billion. It's a good deal..."

Sang Qin was so angry that he swept away all the things beside the bed, the sound of porcelain shattering and gift boxes of various sizes smashed to the ground.

"Sang Ye, don't push yourself!" Sang Qin said, "Don't think that I don't know what's going on behind your back, and what's going on with that Lin Wei. Do you think you're a genius? You were born to me!"

"Yes," Sang Ye said with a smile, "No wonder I'm so shameless, I was born by you."

Sang Qin's face was green: "The unit of [-] million is not a small amount, but I am not short of this money. Do you really think that your father and I have no savings? Fourteen hundred million is nothing."

"Of course it's nothing. To you, this is mosquito meat and fly blood, but you just can't bear it! Otherwise, wouldn't Zi'an not be able to get the one hundred million yuan from No. 183? You just want to set me up a little bit more." It’s just money.” Sang Ye put his hands on his chin and smiled, “We are the same person, Dad, we are all greedy.”

The author has something to say: Calvin...was not satisfied after writing four or five editions, and kept revising it, so he came late.

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