Shelf life love

Qi Lin squatted beside the imperial concubine chair, watching Ye Zhuohan.

Probably because of the light, Ye Zhuohan's outline is much softer than usual, those coldness and arrogance are all gone, leaving only a heart-pounding and heart-wrenching beauty.

Suddenly, Qi Lin didn't know where the heartache came from.

Ye Zhuohan was so tall, close to 1.9 meters, with his legs bent at this time, he could not sleep soundly at first glance.

"How old are you?" Qi Lin said almost angrily, "I can't sleep well, and I'm still hugging a giraffe."

After finishing speaking, Qi Lin was startled.

He turned his head and looked again at this study room, which was comparable to a library.

Compared with Ye Zhuohan's bedroom, this place is more life-like, and everything is not so well-organized, especially the shelf in the corner for miscellaneous items.

Qi Lin suddenly thought, is this the place where Ye Zhuohan often sleeps?

Many nights, Ye Zhuohan would lie on this chaise longue, or on the sofa opposite, covered with a thin blanket, sleeping with a giraffe in his pocket?

"You..." The dim light flickered in Qi Lin's eyes, and finally gathered into a black ink, sinking into his heart.

Qi Lin quietly stood up, picked up the blanket that fell on the floor, and gently covered Ye Zhuohan's body.

His plans for a raid fell through.

Ye Zhuohan at this moment made him unable to bear to wake him up.

However, when the blanket fell, Ye Zhuohan's eyelids moved.

Qi Lin paused.

Ye Zhuohan opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, as if covered in a mist, gentle but strange, a look Qi Lin had never seen before.

The two looked at each other, neither of them moved.

Qi Lin felt frostbitten, but he clearly saw that Ye Zhuohan was staring at him firmly, the eyes melted from the cold, and it was his familiar eyes again.

Ye Zhuohan stood up, frowning slightly.

"You're awake." Qi Lin was a little embarrassed, "Why are you sleeping here?"

"Didn't you say you won't come back?" Just after waking up, Ye Zhuohan's voice was even deeper and more mellow, most of his face was in the shadows, and his eyes were particularly deep.

"I don't worry about you, come back and see if you have lifted the quilt." Qi Lin pretended to be relaxed, "Fortunately, I came back, otherwise I wouldn't know you slept here."

Ye Zhuohan raised his head, only staring at Qi Lin, without making a sound.

There is a kind of magic at night, people usually become more emotional and sensitive in the dark.

Shrouded by the bottomless sight, Qi Lin's chest tingled, and his emotions gradually got out of control.

He didn't know if Ye Zhuohan was the same.

"Hi. Why are you sleeping here?" Qi Lin shook his hand, "Why are you ignoring me? Xiaolong, are you playing tricks?"

"Snapped--"

Wei Liang's palm tightly grasped his wrist, Qi Lin opened his eyes wide, and before he could react, he was dragged down by Ye Zhuohan.

Ye Zhuohan clasped the back of his neck, almost pressing against his lips.

The imperial concubine chair couldn't fit two grown men at all, Qi Lin knelt on the ground with Ye Zhuohan hugging his back, the heavy force made him breathless.

The kiss was no longer the gentle and soft kiss last time, Ye Zhuohan's breath poured all over his face, as if it wanted to tear him apart.

He tried his best to respond, clasping his hands on Ye Zhuohan's neck, his back felt like an electric shock.

Ye Zhuohan kissed, his right hand suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled the hem out of his trousers.

When his fingers touched his waist, Qi Lin trembled and struggled subconsciously.

Ye Zhuohan hugged him even tighter.

"Hmm..." Qi Lin's heart beat like thunder, "What's wrong with you?"

The man in front of him was panting as fast as he did, and a thick black madness erupted in his eyes.

"Qi Lin." Ye Zhuohan's voice trembled, and he almost uttered these two words through gritted teeth.

"It's me, I'm here." Qi Lin held Ye Zhuohan's cheek and said as calmly as possible: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Ye Zhuohan's face was pale, the corners of his lips were tightly pressed, staring at him without blinking.

"What did you call me just now?" Ye Zhuohan asked.

"Huh?" Qi Lin recalled, "Xiaolong? I...I was screaming."

Ye Zhuohan took a deep breath, and the masseter muscle emerged.

Qi Lin stroked his back and coaxed him self-taught, "Did you really have a nightmare? It's all right, don't sleep here, let's go back to the bedroom..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Lin let out an exclamation.

Ye Zhuohan actually picked him up.

"You..." Qi Lin felt suffocated, and immediately understood what Ye Zhuohan wanted to do.

The bedroom door was kicked open, Qi Lin fell heavily into the quilt room, and the next moment, Ye Zhuohan pressed on him.

The night in Chenzhuang was very quiet. I don't know which cat ran out and howled under the pear tree, one after another, and was finally taken away by the owner in a nightgown.

Street lamps illuminate the long path, accompanying it to spread to the not-too-distant distance.

Qi Lin covered his eyes with his arms, the sound of "squeaking" water from the bathroom could be heard next to his ears, and the fragrance of shower gel could be heard in his nostrils - he had already washed it, but his mind was half clear and half chaotic.

He and Ye Zhuohan became real partners from legal partners.

He didn't reject the emergence of this kind of relationship, and knew that sooner or later, he would come to this point, but he didn't expect that it would be today.

today……

Qi Lin stared at the ceiling.

This morning when he woke up, one leg was hanging on Ye Zhuohan's waist.

Ye Zhuohan pushed him away calmly.

Then they got up separately and went to the company together, no different from the past.

After editing the picture in "Leaving", he didn't have to rush back in the early morning, but he rushed home because of a prank by Ye Zhuohan.

Too ordinary day.

He wasn't ready.

He felt that they could get a little more familiar to make this kind of thing more natural.

But it happened suddenly, and he didn't think anything was wrong.

It's easy to accept and enjoy it.

Qi Lin's cheeks were very hot, and when he heard the sound of water stop, he pulled up the quilt and covered his head completely.

For a time, he didn't want to face Ye Zhuohan.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened and the mattress sank.

Don't come, don't come.

Qi Lin muttered silently.

Ye Zhuohan approached and pulled the quilt.

Qi Lin dragged on desperately.

"I won't be able to breathe." Ye Zhuohan is sober now, "Qi Lin."

After being named, Qi Lin revealed a pair of red eyes.

He was made to cry before, and the redness did not fade for a long time.

Ye Zhuohan covered him, and for a moment, lowered his head and kissed his eyelids.

"What time is it?" Qi Lin asked.

Ye Zhuohan said, "It's almost five o'clock."

Qi Lin patted his forehead, "Damn!"

It turns out that staying up late may not only be because of work, but also because of performing partner duties.

I shouldn't have come home this time.

"Can I take a day off?" Ye Zhuohan lay down.

"Who are you asking for leave? Are you?" Qi Lin laughed, "I'm the boss. I'm busy."

"Then go to sleep." Ye Zhuohan turned off the light and reached out to grab Qi Lin.

Qi Lin hides.

"Be quiet." Ye Zhuohan still brought the person over, "I can't ask for leave, I only have three hours to sleep."

Although Qi Lin felt like throwing up - for example, is this my fault?Who is the beast?

But he really didn't have the energy to argue, so he had to sleep next to Ye Zhuohan.

In the morning, Ye Zhuohan woke up first.

When Qi Lin dragged his tired body out of the bed, the CEO had already washed up, and was full of energy to squeeze the juice.

It is said that success is engraved in the genes of successful people, because they are naturally more energetic than ordinary people, and three to five hours of sleep a day is enough.

Qi·Ordinary·Lin seemed to feel the dimensional suppression.

"Morning." Ye Zhuohan already looked pure and pure, as if nothing happened at night.

"Morning." Qi Lin wandered into the bathroom, looked at the person in the mirror, and almost jumped up in shock.

The gods descended so fiercely?

What are these red blobs on the collarbone and shoulders?

Worthy!

Grass!

Gan!

"Ye Zhuohan!" Qi Lin roared.

"Huh?" Ye Zhuohan replied slowly.

After shouting this, Qi Lin also calmed down.

Is this the fault of Brother Immortal?

of course not.

This is him helping the evildoers!

Ye Zhuohan walked over, poked his head, "What do you want my husband to do?"

Qi Lin quickly pulled up his pajamas, "It's okay, let's go out."

Ye Zhuohan sized him up, "Don't go out."

Qi Lin: "I want to pee! Do you want to watch me pee?"

Ye Zhuohan took a step back and closed the door: "Oh."

Qi Lin was the only one left in the bathroom, but Qi Lin thought about Ye Zhuohan's appearance just now while urinating, and felt that what Ye Zhuohan wanted to say was not "oh".

Ye Zhuohan had written all over his face - it wasn't that he wasn't rich.

Some people are born to be clothes hangers, and what clothes they wear is equivalent to advertising, which makes people want to imitate.

For example, Qi Lin.

Ever since seeing Qi Lin's light pink shirt a while ago, Xu Quan has been itching in his heart.

As a person who dares to name himself "Yizhihua", he is really pretty, but it's a pity that he can't wear too coquettish clothes for Ye Zhuohan's secretary.

But he couldn't resist, so Xu Quan bought a light pink shirt and hung it in the office closet.

What if I have a chance to wear it someday?

Here comes the chance.

Ye Zhuohan's state is obviously different from usual.In the morning, Xu Quan brought several troublesome documents to Ye Zhuohan to sign, but Ye Zhuohan didn't make any trouble, and even boasted casually: "Your tie clip is not bad."

Xu Quan floated away immediately, and immediately changed into a light pink shirt when he went back.

At noon, Qi Lin came to Leting after finishing his "running away".

Although Ye Zhuohan didn't leave marks on his neck, but the collarbone can't be exposed, the buttons are so tightly buttoned, it's really uncomfortable.

Xu Quan looked in the mirror for a long time, and he was very beautiful in his heart, but it was not easy to show off. When he saw Qi Lin coming, his eyes lit up immediately.

Only a man in pink can admire another man in pink!

"Mr. Qi!" Xu Quan brought the coffee he just bought, and wanted Qi Lin to comment on his collocation, but as soon as he got closer, he found something wrong.

Qi Lin supported his waist with one hand, and was wearing a gray shirt.

Being able to work beside Ye Zhuohan, Secretary Qiao's eyesight is really good.Combined with the boss's surprisingly good mood today, Secretary Qiao seemed to know something.

"Thank you." Qi Lin was sleepy, took the coffee, and asked politely, "What do you want from me?"

Xu Quan has already left the matter of exchanging outfits behind him, and just wants to find out what happened to the boss and the proprietress (crossed out) last night.

Qi Lin was already a little hot, but he felt even hotter after drinking coffee, so he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt in a moment of negligence.

Xu Quan: "..."

Xu Quan groaned: "Oh!"

"Huh?" Qi Lin didn't know why, and after two seconds, he calmly buttoned the button back.

"I'll give you a pair of eyes you haven't seen." Qi Lin stretched out his hand and said.

Xu Quan cooperatively took it from the air, and patted his eyes, "Okay, I installed them."

Ye Zhuohan who appeared silently asked, "What are you doing?"