The river is about to burn the mountain

When Jiang Zhan and Ji Qiuhan went downstairs together, the servant had just put the food on the table, and Yi Qian was there.

It is inconvenient for him to have a plaster cast on his right hand. He had to eat in front of so many people in the south hall just now and he had to be unruly. Naturally, he didn't eat enough at night. When he saw the food in the main building, he knew that Brother Ji hadn't eaten yet. He thought about coming down to rub meal.

"Brother...!, Brother Ji,"

Yi Qian did not expect that Jiang Zhan, who had been used in the South Hall, would also come down with him, and the chair he had just opened could not sit in it in an instant.

That day, Jiang Zhan was too busy to take off the seat belt in the car and didn't have time to settle accounts with him. Yi Qian didn't dare to hang out in front of his brother in the past few days. Avoiding Jiang Zhan is like a mouse hiding from a cat.

"Not full just now? Come and eat together."

I don't know if it's because he has a bill on his body, Yi Qian will see Jiang Zhan waving at him now, and feel as if he will be kicked in the next second

At the moment when his hips hurt, Yi Qian didn't feel very hungry. His life was the most important thing. He hesitated twice, and stole two slices of toast from the kitchen as a side dish, as if he wanted to step on a watermelon rind. I found an excuse and slipped upstairs.

Before he even moved his feet, he saw Ji Qiuhan who came down together, and secretly shook his head at him.

In just one second of dullness, Jiang Zhan had already taken the main seat.

"Eat it or put it down, what does it look like when you hold it."

"...Ah, sit here, bro..."

There was absolutely no other choice now, Yi Qian keenly sensed that his brother seemed to be in a bad mood, so he quickly sat down next to Ji Qiuhan.

The dinner was arranged in Western style, with pre-dinner bread, bluefin tuna tower with caviar, Jiang Zhan had already eaten it, so he scooped a thick black truffle soup.

Yi Qian didn't even dare to touch the plate with a fork to make a sound. Seeing Jiang Zhan casually picked up the political newspaper next to him to read, he found a space and turned his head to ask Ji Qiuhan in a low voice:

"What's the matter, brother Ji... just now?"

Ji Qiuhan swallowed a mouthful of delicious foie gras parfait and said:

"It's nothing, your brother is angry, and I pulled you over to share the firepower."

"...???"

Yi Qian couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, almost vomited blood, and said to his heart Brother Ji, is this time for me to share the firepower...!

Fortunately, Jiang Zhan wanted the two of them to have a good meal. He didn't say anything else, but when he occasionally raised his eyes, Ji Qiuhan scooped up two spoonfuls of soup with the spoon he was about to put down.

Not to mention Yi Qian on the side, even if he is not in debt, he would never dare to make a mistake when eating in front of Jiang Zhan. He knows how to satisfy Jiang Zhan at the dinner table, and he doesn't care about the meal. Whether you are hungry or not, the food in front of you is guaranteed to be finished, and you eat slowly, with an absolutely attentive attitude.

While eating, Ji Qiuhan glanced at the sirloin steak elegantly and meticulously sliced ​​by Yi Qian, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, how could the person who just swallowed a cup of coffee and fast food bread in front of the computer and survived a meal in Jiang Zhan is so obedient in front of him...

The answer was soon revealed, and Ji Qiuhan knew it deeply when he went upstairs to the bedroom after dinner.

This is really typed out….

Ji Qiuhan leaned on the bedside and flipped through a professional book on criminal psychology pretending to be calm. However, the page number under his slender fingers was no longer known. He caught a glimpse of Jiang Zhan looking for something in the cloakroom after he went upstairs. ...and, he opened the drawer on the side he was very familiar with.

Jiang Zhan's belts are not rolled up and placed in neat grids in the drawer as usual, but in a cabinet designed to be opened easily, and the servants arrange them neatly on rows of sandalwood shelves. One by one, they are arranged according to Jiang Zhan's preferences and the new season's new styles.

It is very smooth to draw, and it is also very smooth to draw people.

So after a while, when Jiang Zhan came out with a pitch-black belt in his hand, Ji Qiuhan, who had been pretending to be calm, finally couldn't help it. He coughed twice for no reason, got out of bed and stepped on soft lambswool slippers , going to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower first..."

He wanted to escape, but Jiang Zhan held him back, and said calmly, "Don't wash, you'll be sweating soon anyway."

Ji Qiuhan: "...,"

Not to mention that his physical strength is declining now, even in the past, Jiang Zhan would not be able to resist if Jiang Zhan wanted to teach him a lesson. The familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere caused those rather "long-term" scenes in the past to be played back unconsciously like a movie. in mind.

Jiang Zhan held the belt and pointed to the high stand with the white rose vase on the side:

"Hurry up, I haven't heard that I was responsible for stepping on people before the fight. Hold on, let's talk about today's affairs."

Jiang Zhan's habit of admonishing others has not changed at all, he puts on a good posture before talking.And this posture on the high stand does not need to kneel, and does not have to be afraid to lean forward against the regulations to increase the number, which is also Ji Qiuhan's special treatment given to him by Jiang Zhan.

"Jiang Zhan..."

However, Ji Qiuhan didn't want to take this kind of love at all at the moment. Jiang Zhan hadn't fought with him for a long time, and the kind of flesh and blood pain he hadn't feared for a long time made him really feel... It's better not to add it even once.

But obviously, Jiang Zhan has already accumulated enough anger during this time. In the past, because of Fang Bei and the others, they postponed the meal time again and again, and took medicine for stomach pains. , today was ignited by the gunpowder twister that he overdosed in spite of his body.

Maybe it's the shame of being taught by his lover like a child at such an age, or maybe he was thinking about something else, Ji Qiuhan stood still with his eyes downcast, Jiang Zhan didn't want him to rest too late, so he tapped his belt Thigh urged:

"Baby, there is one set of rules here, and another set of rules for me to carry you to the study. Go to bed at ten o'clock, and you will be punished if you go to bed late. You choose."

Jiang Zhan's tone of understatement, but there is no doubt about the tragic end once he enters the boundary of the study room. The clock on the wall is already pointing to a tight 09:30.

Ji Qiuhan had been with Jiang Zhan for a long time, so he naturally felt his lover's temper.He probably knew when Jiang Zhan was just threatening, and when he was going to do something. Generally speaking like tonight, three words in capital letters: can't escape.

The excellent brain checked the results inside and out, and Ji Qiuhan, who found that the ending would not change much, took a deep breath, stepped on the slippers, and walked inch by inch with difficulty, and finally put his hands on the high stand.

Just these few steps, from under the neckline of the black pajamas, the white neck like jade gradually rises up, and the burning red spreads all the way to the tips of the ears.

However, the more embarrassing action has not yet been done. Ji Qiuhan's flesh and blood are still immobile, and his fingers can't be lifted, hesitatingly stuck on the edge of his pajamas, refusing to move. Making love is one thing, and Jiang Zhan is extremely annoyed It's one thing to pick it up, but it's another thing to ask him to take it off and get beaten.

"I choose to double..." Ji Qiuhan pursed his lips in vain resistance. Maybe he was afraid that Jiang Zhan would not agree at the moment, so he thought about it and added: "...is it okay...?"

Ji Qiuhan's negotiating voice, which was as low as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, almost made Jiang Zhan lose all principles.

There is nothing more blood-thirsty than a lover who has always been vigorous and resolute in front of outsiders, leaning on a high stool in the bedroom as if begging you to be soft, isn't it?

"Ahem...," Jiang Zhan coughed twice this time, and the number of punishments in his heart has been lowered and lowered.