Husband's Fingertips

Hearing Qiu Yuebai's call to the door, Qiu Jiyan, regardless of the nosebleeds still dripping from his face, suddenly stopped the foot that was just about to go back to the room.

Xia Wangchuan in the room had just put on his underwear, and Qiu Yuebai, who had been knocking on the door for a long time, was clearly impatient.

Qiu Jiyan felt that he had a strong urge to open the door and go in, put on Xia Wangchuan's clothes with his own hands, and then said to Qiu Yuebai outside the door, "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you flirting with!"

When Xia Wangchuan heard that the person outside the door was not Qiu Jiyan but Qiu Yuebai whom he had just met, he was both surprised and a little nervous, so he hurriedly responded first.

While scratching his hair randomly, he went to get the glasses on the bedside.

Qiu Yuebai who was outside the door had been knocking on the door for a long time, but seeing Xia Wangchuan's response but he still didn't open it, he couldn't help but tease, "Master Xia, you can rest assured, I am neither robbing money nor Jie Se, open the door quickly!"

Xia Wangchuan originally wanted to look for pajamas in the closet, but hearing his obviously anxious tone, he couldn't take care of it for a while, so he opened the door for him first.

Qiu Jiyan, who was outside the balcony door, saw Xia Wangchuan flustered for a while, and seemed a little confused under Qiu Yuebai's urging, and walked to the door in his underwear.

Seeing that almost all of Xia Wangchuan's slender body was exposed outside, Qiu Jiyan felt his brow sweat in desperation, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it off.

The door opened, looking at Xia Wangchuan who was only wearing underwear in front of him, Qiu Yuebai felt his eyes light up, his two beautiful peach blossom eyes widened instantly, and he blew out a long whistle.

While unabashedly looking up and down at Xia Wangchuan's smooth body after the bath, he walked into Xia Wangchuan's bedroom without stopping, and even closed the door behind him.

"Wow, it seems that I was right. Master Xia really has a good figure under a big robe, tsk tsk, this line, this bone, this skin, to be exaggerated, this is the rhythm that makes people nosebleed Ah ha ha!"

Qiu Jiyan in the shadow of the balcony instantly turned dark.

Who are you talking about nosebleeds!

Facing Qiu Yuebai's unabashed praise and half-joking tone, Xia Wangchuan was embarrassed.He walked to the closet in two or three steps to find the pajamas and put them on, instead of walking to Qiu Yuebai's side, he just stood there without moving.

"Mr. Qiu, what do you need from me?"

Qiu Yuebai didn't feel restrained at all, while looking around the room, he walked up to Xia Wangchuan's side, and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Give it to you."

Qiu Yuebai's hand seemed to be something like a bottle of perfume.

Xia Wangchuan by the closet and Qiu Jiyan on the balcony were stunned almost at the same time.

For the young master of the Qiu family who came home on the first day, giving a gift to the masseuse he just met, this gesture seems a bit too much even if Qiu Yuebai is a returnee who has settled in the romantic city all the year round .

"Mr. Qiu, this... I can't accept this."

Xia Wangchuan didn't reach out to catch what Qiu Yuebai was holding, and the expression on his face slowly returned to calm from surprise.

Qiu Yuebai seemed to be fully aware of Xia Wangchuan's actions, without any surprise, he gracefully weighed the small box in his hand.

"Master Xia, you are worrying too much, I have a habit, every time I come back from abroad, I will bring a small gift to everyone in this house, including Aunt Jin and Sister Qing, everyone has a share. "

Seeing Xia Wangchuan's expression seemed a little dubious, Qiu Yuebai continued, "When I was in Paris, my sister mentioned you in WeChat, saying that there is a new masseur with good skills at home, so I bought it before returning to China. Naturally, you are included in the gift, a small bottle of men's perfume, the gift is a bit simple, isn't it because Master Xia doesn't like it?"

Well, the person who gave the gift said that when it comes to this, who else can say no to it other than accepting it quickly and expressing gratitude.

Seeing Xia Wangchuan take the perfume unnaturally and politely thank Qiu Yuebai, Qiu Jiyan outside the balcony nodded vigorously with a gloomy expression.

Uncle, you are amazing!

If Aunt Jin and Sister Qing heard what you said, they would probably burst into tears of grievance!Everyone has a gift for returning home?You liar!

When Qiu Yuebai saw Xia Wangchuan accepting the perfume, he was overjoyed, and a charming smile appeared on his face.

"I only found out after asking my family. It turned out that you lived in the suite next to Yan Yan, which happened to be diagonally opposite to mine. You don't know, I'm a very lazy person sometimes, and I might not like the idea of ​​a massage room downstairs. It's moving, it's all right now, everyone is at the opposite door, if I really want to be lazy, I will come to you to click, or invite you to my room, you won't find me annoying, will you?"

Xia Wangchuan nodded subconsciously, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and shook his head again, "How could it be, Mr. Qiu is too polite, but the beds in these bedrooms are not as suitable for massage as the beds in the massage room, where the massage effect will be better. Better."

Qiu Yuebai stared at the messy hair he had just scratched. Although Xia Wangchuan scratched vigorously, the freshly washed hair was wet. Not only was it not as messy as when it was dry, but it made him Captured a kind of casual and natural without deliberately.

Looking at this face, Qiu Yuebai seemed to want to say something, but probably felt that it was a bit abrupt, so he glanced at Xia Wangchuan's huge glasses, and changed his words temporarily.

"It's getting late, you should go to bed early, and I'm leaving."

Xia Wangchuan politely followed him to the door, still holding the bottle of men's perfume that he hadn't put down in time.

Qiu Yuebai opened the door and was about to go out when he suddenly turned around again, "I heard that Master Xia didn't get married, does he have a girlfriend?"

Xia Wangchuan didn't expect that he would suddenly ask such a question before leaving the house, and subconsciously replied, "No."

Qiu Yuebai raised his thick eyebrows slantingly into his temples, "Oh, there is another bachelor in this house, it's lively! I'm leaving, good night."

Seeing Qiu Yuebai finally push the door to go out, Qiu Jiyan finally let go of the breath in his heart, looked hard at Xia Wangchuan a few times, and then hurried back to his bedroom.

If you don't go back, your nosebleeds will run out.

When he came to the mirror in the bathroom, he was stunned when he was about to wash off the nosebleed.

When he saw sweat on his forehead just now, he wiped it casually with his hands, and didn't pay much attention to it.

But now, what appeared in the mirror was a big painted face covered in blood.

Qiu Jiyan glared fiercely at the embarrassed man in the mirror, and forced the splashing water onto his face.

He cursed in his heart, "Qiu Jiyan, for a man, look what the hell you've become!"

For three days in a row, Qiu Jiyan didn't go back to Qiu's house for dinner, didn't go to Xia Wangchuan for a massage, and didn't make tea, chat and watch the moon on the balcony.

Xia Wangchuan felt a little strange, he obviously lived in a room separated by a wall, but President Qiu, who couldn't be ignored wherever he went, unexpectedly didn't see anyone for three days in a row.

President Qiu took the initiative to increase the size of his work, and started the workaholic mode of leaving early and returning late.

The blood-stained image in front of the mirror that day gave him a heavy blow.

He suddenly found that the indifferent, upright, and steady Qiu Jiyan in the eyes of the employees and his family members seemed to be slowly fading, becoming more and more impulsive, irritable and even crazy.

The change disturbed him.

Qiu Jiyan, who has been working hard to control his emotions and desires for many years, couldn't figure out the root of his inner changes for a while.

It may be because the Qiu family has never had a cat before. If he had had a cat, he would probably find that he is very similar to the spring cat when he was in heat.

It's just that the cat can't hold back and wants to meow.

He couldn't hold back, and would mumble thinking that the man next door was just buying some tissues.

However, Qiu Jiyan, who worked overtime for three consecutive days to read the company's report, found some problems in the company's report.

The semi-annual reports of the South China and Southwest companies are very bad, and these two parts are the areas in charge of the second uncle Qiu Yuefan.

Qiu Jiyan carefully analyzed each item of financial data, and found that the non-operating expenses and management expenses of the two subsidiaries in the first half of the year were increasing sharply.

He quickly filtered the large-scale business and special events that occurred in these two areas in the first half of the year in his mind, looking for the reason for the increase in expenditure.

Although the decline in the earnings of the two subsidiaries will not affect the growth of the entire group, they must not be taken lightly.

After thinking for a long time, Qiu Jiyan took out his phone, as if he wanted to call someone.But after hesitating again and again, Qiu Jiyan put the phone away again, and fell silent.

It was nearly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night when Qiu Jiyan returned home for the past three days.

To be honest, he was very tired after staying up late and working overtime, and his whole body was sore and swollen, especially his neck, which was numb and painful as if being grabbed by a big hand.

At this time, if you can take a comfortable hot bath, lie on your own super big bed, and then a little wonderful person pushes in from the balcony, speaks softly, with fingers like cotton, and presses his neck to push back Back, relax your thighs after pushing, tsk tsk, if life is like this, what more can I ask for!

But after taking a hot bath, the person is lying on the super big bed, where is the little wonderful person on the balcony?

did not come.

Qiu Jiyan knew that the Qiu family liked Xia Wangchuan's massage very much now, and the man who lived next door was busy every day from afternoon to night.

But he also knew that no matter how late he worked and how tired he was, if he went to the balcony, knocked lightly on his door, and said that he was not feeling well, he would definitely come over without saying a word, and with a pair of skillful hands , Press yourself so that one Buddha ascends to heaven, and two Buddhas enter the earth.

But now, he suddenly didn't dare to see him again, didn't dare to take him into his bedroom, put him on his bed, and massage his bones.

Because Qiu Jiyan knew that the current self was like being tapped on the acupoints of losing his soul, and he was becoming more and more fascinated by that man.

If we lived together in the same room and bed together like that night, I am afraid that it is not a mountain torrent, spring tide is undercurrent, but it may be getting on the horse and the steel gun is loaded.

And if he really lost the super-strong control he had always had and did something inappropriate to that masseuse, would he half-push and accept it; or would he... be shocked and fight back angrily?

If it's the latter, the Qiu family's house will probably be turned upside down, right?

Although Qiu Jiyan always felt vaguely in his heart that the masseur who occasionally stared at him secretly must also like him, the so-called latter could not exist at all.

Just like the last time I pinched his ass in a dream, he was not angry, and said half-truthfully, "...Actually...it's okay if you did it on purpose..."

However, just like their bedroom is only separated by a wall but cannot pass through the wall after all, between him and him is like a wall with a locked door, although both sides are guarding the side of the door and trying to listen. The voice of the other party, but at the most urgent moment, it was discovered that no one had the key to open the door lock.

During the three days when Xia Wangchuan didn't see Qiu Jiyan, his little uncle Qiu Yuebai seemed to be a striker who had discovered a loophole in front of the goal, trying to bypass the goalkeeper and hit the empty goal.

On the third day after returning home, Qiu Yuebai set up an easel in his room.

One reason is that he is a person who can't stop painting, and he is at the most creative age of a painter, and has great love and passion for painting.

Another reason lies in what Qiu Jiyan said at the Qiu family's dining table before.

Qiu Suyun and Xiang Hong took his words about waiting for his uncle to come back and let him draw a picture for each of them to be true. The old lady started by painting portraits of the women of the Qiu family.

Qiu Yuebai, who moved his paintbrush, had an even more reason to massage every day this time.

I can't help it, how tiring it is to draw, and hold your arms and straighten your waist all day long, you women should know how to love me!

Qiu Yuebai used such a grandiose reason to occupy Xia Wangchuan's last massage time at night, and also used the excuse that he was too tired after painting, so he didn't even go to the massage room downstairs, but went directly to the massage room. Xia Wangchuan came to his bedroom for a massage.

And enjoy it every day.

At night, Xia Wangchuan was wondering what Qiu Jiyan was up to these days, and he disappeared for several days.

In the past few days, he also sneaked to the balcony after eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and peeped at Qiu Jiyan's balcony door, but without exception, he never saw the figure of that man.

Did that man come home after midnight?

To be honest, apart from being a little worried about Qiu Jiyan's work pressure, Xia Wangchuan couldn't stop himself from thinking about him.

If I can't see for a day, I feel a little empty in my heart.If I haven't seen it for two or three days, it's not because I feel empty, but because I'm a little restless.

He admitted that he was a little guilty.

But in love, it's normal to fall in love with someone, want to see him, and can't leave him. If this is a crime, I would have committed it a long time ago.

From the distant 16 years ago, to the time when I left my hometown and traveled thousands of miles to approach him, and then to the time when I came to Qiu's house disguised as ugly and stupid , I have already committed a crime in love.

However, no matter whether it was the ignorant self when he was a teenager, or the self who is now an adult, his love and infatuation for Qiu Jiyan has never changed.

Someone knocked on the door, Xia Wangchuan subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall, and sighed.

At this time, needless to say, it must be Qiu Yuebai who has been familiar with the massage in his room these few days.

To be honest, Xia Wangchuan didn't hate Qiu Yuebai.

This man who is only three years older than Qiu Jiyan actually has a very pleasing personality and unique charm.

If you get in touch with him more, you will find that he has a vivacity and vitality that is younger than his age.Not only that, but he is very knowledgeable and cheerful by nature, and his conversation is witty. Unknowingly, he will make people feel relaxed and comfortable when communicating with each other.

But I don't know why, although this kind of Qiu Yuebai is not annoying, it still makes Xia Wangchuan faintly resist, and even have a feeling of wanting to escape.

Because he always felt that this man with peach blossom eyes not only contained peach blossoms, but also invisible infrared rays in those beautiful eyes.

Infrared rays that can pierce their own camouflage.

Whenever he massaged him, Qiu Yuebai would always find a suitable topic between the two of them, making the whole massage process relaxed and enjoyable.

But Xia Wangchuan would still inadvertently discover that the man's eyes would often fall on his face and body intently.

Those two gazes seemed to be searching for something, as if they had seen their true face through the thick rims and wide lenses.

This person has already seen the true appearance of his own body, if he sees through his own face... what should he do?

So Xia Wangchuan would unknowingly shed fine beads of sweat on his forehead under such a slightly examining and searching gaze.

And every time at this time, he would look forward to the man next door being in front of him even more, even if he stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at him calmly and steadily, he would be able to calm himself down slowly Come down, and have the courage to confront all the problems in this world.

Qiu Jiyan came back tonight a little earlier than a few days ago.

His mind was still filled with the messy figures on the company report, his gaze had already landed on the balcony, where there was light from the next room, indicating that the man hadn't rested yet.

It's been three days.

It has been three days since I saw his face, his body, or touched his tender fingertips.

During these three days, Qiu Jiyan, who worked crazily every day, thought a lot on the car returning home every night.

He even thought of the question his uncle asked himself on the way home on the first day he returned from France.

"I may come out with my family when I come back this time, Yuan Fang, what do you think?"

The answer I gave him at the time was, "I guess I'm courting death."

So what about yourself?

Maybe one day, I will face the same problem.

So for him, should I "court death"?

Qiu Jiyan came to the balcony silently.

The lights in Xia Wangchuan's room looked like his own person, looking gentle and charming in the night.

Qiu Jiyan felt as if he was fascinated by that charm, and unconsciously moved his steps outside his balcony door.

The room was very quiet, and there was a tall and tall man lying on the big bed in the center, from head to toe, wearing only a pair of pitifully small white underwear.

Qiu Jiyan felt a rush of blood rushing directly from his heart to his temples, and his whole brain buzzed.

The man on the bed is his uncle Qiu Yuebai.

At this time, he was looking at Xia Wangchuan beside the bed with a handsome face, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to be able to drip out two tanks of spring water.

But his artist's slender hands were grabbing Xia Wangchuan's equally slender fingers, as if he was confiding something to him.

The masseur by the bed was probably stunned by what he said, his eyes were a little confused and confused, as if he believed and doubted Qiu Yuebai's words.

Fuck!

Rabbits don't even eat grass beside their nests, so Qiu Yuebai, can you show some face!

At this moment, Qiu Jiyan had completely thrown his calm and solemn expression to Java, and pushed open the balcony door full of anger.