You are really not the father of the child

Yan Qing unconsciously grabbed Geng Yihuai's wrist.

He used his strength very tightly, and his fingertips rested on the man's skin, the temperature stuck together, and it was impossible to tell whose body temperature it was.

He even stopped breathing for a moment, and only when Geng Yihuai stopped talking did he suddenly take a deep breath.

The man's index finger finally moved away from his lips, but he still held him firmly in his arms, not giving him a chance to escape.

He bit his lower lip, and his clear eyes were panicked, full of embarrassment that had been stabbed in his heart.

He didn't expect that Geng Yihuai knew that he kept accounts every day.

It's not counting as keeping accounts. Besides money, he also recorded the soup that Geng Yihuai ordered Li Mushan to cook for him every day, the new clothes Geng Yihuai gave him in the closet, and every time Geng Yihuai took care of him when he was not feeling well...

From small things to big things, from morning to night, I remember a lot of things in detail.

He thought that Geng Yihuai didn't know, and he just planned to secretly remember that he should treat Geng Yihuai better than these, and he must be able to afford these cares.

He kept telling himself every day that his Mr. Geng was so good, if one day he was not wanted, it must be because he was too bad.

This kind of careful thinking Yan Qing has been buried in the deepest part of his heart, and it is the only secret he has not told Geng Yihuai.

It was never a secret.

He suddenly felt his nose sore, and before he could shed tears, Geng Yihuai lowered his head and kissed gently under the corner of his eyes.

"As for the matter of the black demon, you are obviously very worried about something wrong with you, and you really want to know the situation of the blood, but you never ask me for help, and you would rather not know anything."

"In the past few days, you've been sticking spells near your home, worried that the black demon would hurt me, but you didn't come to me directly to mention it."

"For work, I respect your ideals and never thought of breaking your dreams."

"I can directly pause the shooting for you, and start the project after you recover. As long as you mention it, I can let you take care of it, but you don't mention it."

"I don't want to hear an excuse."

"Sorry, I'm a bit harsh," his Mr. Geng said in a low voice, "You can settle the score with me after talking about this matter."

It is clear that he is the one who should be accounted for, yet this person bears all the mistakes first.

These words were more heartbreaking than the one just now. He was unprepared, and was directly hit by the red heart, which hit the softest and most powerless part of his heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Geng Yihuai was a little reluctant to continue, but he also knew that if he didn't make up his mind, this issue would only linger between him and Yan Qing, making him even more arrogant.

If the cancerous tumor is not pulled out, it will only wreak havoc.

He said harshly, "You—"

"Geng Yihuai."

Yan Qing spoke up.

His eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars, converging into a river, flowing into Geng Yihuai's eyes, lighting up thousands of brilliance.

He held Geng Yihuai's hand tightly, his eyes shining brightly.

The little flower demon blinked, looked seriously into Geng Yihuai's eyes, and after a while, said softly: "I think about it. You said it, tonight."

He felt Geng Yihuai's face move.

His eye sockets were still a little wet, and the red corners of his eyes showed a three-point innocence.He whispered, "I'm making a request to you..."

"I think so."

"You promised me, tonight."

Geng Yihuai didn't move, he lowered his eyes, as if he had returned to the original calm and cold fan.

Yan Qing felt the temperature rise of Mr. Geng in his family.

With a nasal voice, he continued softly, "I'm acting like a baby with you..."

"I think so."

The third time.

Geng Yihuai carried him directly to the bed.

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Survival is not easy, the author sighs.

The bed is covered with branches of roses, green and trembling, and the two people in the center seem to be in a sea of ​​leaves and flowers.

Yan Qing's face was blushing, and the corners of her eyes were blushing all the way, mixed with slight sweat.

Geng Yihuai kissed the flower that had just bloomed and closed, and whispered in his ear: "The flower that bloomed is bigger than before."

The hot air sprinkled on his ears, Yan Qing trembled all over, unable to speak.

……

The night got deeper and quieter.

Yan Qing heard his panting clearly, and raised his hand weakly to stop Geng Yihuai.

"Ok?"

"In the closet..."

Around the little flower demon, the more prosperous branches of the main body after the bloodline awakened swayed gently, but it was not as trembling as his voice: "The white shirt you gave me...is in that closet."

He pointed in the direction of the closet, blushing and made another request: "Can you bring him here?"

"What are you taking it for?" The man gnawed at his neck, pretending not to understand.

"You said..." Yan Qing's voice became lower and lower, "Give it to me... let me take it off again..."

Hearing what Yan Qing said as he wished, Geng Yihuai chuckled lightly: "Okay, I'll get it."

……

Even though the temperature had risen a little, Yan Qing still put on a scarf.

There were more than one marks on his neck, and he was unwilling to remove any of them.

Geng Yihuai personally drove him to the set, and at the end, before he got out of the car, he heard Geng Yihuai say: "I still hope you go home to recuperate."

There seemed to be something between them that broke suddenly, and Yan Qing was not afraid of his Mr. Geng's request at all: "I...I don't want to go home."

Geng Yihuai glanced at him.

Yan Qing insisted, but he was not at all humbled like before: "I, I want to be on the set."

"You're still pregnant with my child," Mr. Geng insisted, "I'll let the crew start work after the child is born."

"I don't have the final say on the crew, it's not good..." The little flower demon lowered her head, and suddenly thought of something, "And it's not your child, it's mine..."

"It's our child, I can make decisions about the crew."

"Halfway started, suddenly stopped and restarted, others are because of some force majeure, our crew is suddenly like this, what should other people do?"

Yan Qing took a soft look at Geng Yihuai: "And... what if it affects the quality of the drama?"

Geng Yihuai: "..."

If he continued, he would be thrown away by rose thorns, Geng Yihuai didn't continue, and said to Lin Xiao who walked to the car to pick up Yan Qing: "Take care of him."

When Yan Qing got out of the car, he moved a little more, and the scarf happened to move. Lin Xiao could see the marks on the young man's neck without looking closely.

They're all demons, and this superficial mark can be removed in the blink of an eye.I still kept it, and covered it with a scarf, which shows that I deliberately didn't remove it.

Mr. Geng, what's the fun of this?

The desire to control is so strong that if you don't give pocket money, forget it!Don't let people get rid of this mark!

Lin Xiao glanced at her boss complainingly: "Okay."

Geng Yihuai: "?"

Why did Lin Xiao act like he was sorry for Yan Qing?

"Geng Yihuai!" The little guy waved his hand outside the car, "See you tonight!"

"Ah."

The little flower demon stood outside, watching the black car disappear into the distance with her own eyes, and then came to the set with Lin Xiao.

Today is the scene between Lu Yuanxing and Hua Xun. The filming hasn't started yet. Lu Yuanxing is talking to the director, but Hua Xun doesn't seem to be here.

Yan Qing heard Director Wu yelling in front of Lu Yuanxing from afar: "What's the matter with Hua Xun? He's playing a big game? Tell me that he was bound by the elders of the family to go on a blind date and he will be late. What kind of stupid reason is that? Am I stupid?"

Lu Yuanxing smiled: "Yes."

Director Wu glared at him: "What are you doing to me?"

"Of course it doesn't mean you're stupid." Lu Daxingxing's answer was very deceptive, but he smiled with peach blossoms in his eyes, which caused the fans outside the venue to scream, and Wu Yi was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth.

Director Wu is just a firecracker, he hates people when he doesn't like it, he picks up the loudspeaker and shouts: "What's your name? No noise is allowed on the set, or I will clear the set!"

Lu Yuanxing's fans were immediately as quiet as chickens.

Yan Qing walked into the circled work area and saw several supporting actors.Even though a little freshman like He Jing didn't have a show, he was asked by Director Wu to watch along with him.

Seeing Yan Qing coming, He Jing, holding a cup of milk tea, smiled: "Little brother, you are here!"

Yan Qing had just stepped out of Mr. Geng's aloofness, and was caught off guard by He Jing's soft-spoken greeting.

He walked straight forward, walked to the diagonally opposite corner of He Jing, and sat down at the farthest distance - otherwise, if Geng Yihuai knew, he wouldn't know how to be jealous.

Mr. Geng from his family is getting jealous... well, technology will be better.

It's just that the mood will be bad, so forget it.

Watching Yan Qing find a place farthest away from him, He Jing looked aggrieved and took a big sip of milk tea.

His manager went to a bathroom and came back, and saw this guy holding milk tea, and leaned over fiercely: "He Jing, put it down! Don't drink it! Keep fit!"

He Jing felt even more uncomfortable.

He glanced helplessly before drinking less than a third of the milk tea, and under the murderous gaze of the manager, he reluctantly put it down.

Yan Qing's appetite was whetted.

It seems that he hasn't had milk tea for a long time.

"Lin Xiao," Yan Qing turned his head and said obediently, "I also want to drink milk tea, the scarf is a bit hot, I want to drink with ice cubes."

Lin Xiao opened his eyes wide.

"Do you want milk tea?" She was surprised and happy, "Then I'll buy it for you right away. Don't worry, I ask you—"

"How can I spend your money? I was supposed to give you a salary. Just keep it in the account. The bill...well, give it to Geng Yihuai."

Lin smiled: "???"

The sun is out in the west.

Could it be that Mr. Geng's conscience has found that he is finally willing to give his little lover a little pocket money?

That's not such a big pig's trotter.

It was the first time in so many days that Yan Qing took the initiative to ask for something else. Although Lin Xiao was surprised, she was afraid that Yan Qing would regret it, so she immediately stood up and went to buy milk tea.

Anyway, it was the very rich Mr. Geng's money, Lin Xiao felt sorry for Yan Qing, besides the milk tea, she bought several cakes and sweethearts at one go, and sent someone to deliver them along with the milk tea.

He Jing looked at the pile of sweets in front of Yan Qing, with eyes like a resentful woman.

"Teacher Xiao Yan, Brother Xiao Yan," he begged, "Shall I share some secretly with you? Can I trade my body with you?"

Yan Qing was so frightened that he dropped his spoon, he hurriedly dragged Lin Xiao to move the takeaway farther away from He Jing, and ran away like the plague.

He actually just wanted to drink milk tea, but Yan Qing was moved by Lin Xiao's kindness, and finally ate all of them.

As a result, Lin Xiao's intentions were only out of good intentions, but in the eyes of others, it had other meanings.

Since the filming started, Yan Qing has always been very frugal, but when he suddenly became so extravagant, Geng Yihuai drove him to the set in a luxury car and did not hide from people's eyes and ears. The combination is different.

When Yan Qing came to the set early the next morning, several supporting actors and staff looked at him with unusual expressions.

Yan Qing wanted to ask what was going on, but was stopped by Lin Xiao.

"Mr. Yan," Lin Xiao, who arrived first, had already inquired about something, and she secretly pulled Yan Qing aside with a very displeased expression, "Someone in the crew said that you were backed by the sponsor to bring money into the crew, how do you write the script?" No matter how you shoot, it’s all yours. If this word can reach my ears, it means that you are not shy away from you, and I’m afraid it has already spread.”