domineering man

It was nearly eleven o'clock when we returned to the Bauhinia Garden. Zhao Qian was sitting on the sofa with his arms folded, and the movie "Tsing Yi" by Yin Su was playing repeatedly on the TV.

Hearing the news of his return, Zhao Qian's ears moved, but he still sat upright with a straight face.

Yin Su changed his shoes and went straight to the bathroom.

Zhao Qian glanced quietly from the corner of his eye, and saw that Yin Su hadn't even looked at him from the beginning to the end.

He felt a little angrily that at this moment he was like a little wife who waited for her husband to come home but received no attention.

Thought so, but he still entered the kitchen helplessly.

Yinjuku wiped his wet hair and was wearing a loose bathrobe. When he returned to the living room, he saw that hot food had been set on the table.

He looked back and saw that Zhao Qian was still sitting in front of the TV with a straight face, but there were clearly a few drops of sweat on his forehead after busy work.

A chuckle overflowed from his lips, the person on the sofa sat upright, his brows and eyes were curved, and he ate a big bowl of rice to save face.

Unknowingly, it was early morning, and a figure moved towards him from the other side of the sofa.

He leaned against the back of the sofa, his limbs were wide open, and he was defenseless.

A warm kiss fell on his neck.

His eyelashes fluttered.

Oh, his little benefactor is begging him, Huan.

He didn't move, his eyes were slightly closed, like the fattest hoof in this night when the atmosphere was gradually warming up.

Someone was sliding his Adam's apple up and down and swallowing saliva right at him.

He was silent and bowed his head in thought.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, and he lowered his head to the people who were working hard and said, "Let's eat hooves tomorrow!"

The cheerful voice and eyes obviously filled with anticipation poured Zhao Qian's heart like a basin of cold water.

Zhao Qian's face was numb.

Both his baby and he want to eat meat, but they want to eat different kinds of meat.

The problem of the century!What to do if your lover has different tastes from your own#

Yin Su smacked his lips, as if he could already imagine how delicious the delicious hooves would be.

Zhao Qian got up from him, like a puppet who lost his soul, and walked into the kitchen stiffly.

"It's so late, what are you doing in the kitchen?"

"Prepare the ingredients for making hooves tomorrow!"

There was a smile on the corner of Yin Su's mouth, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

He couldn't have a normal nightlife for several nights in a row, and when Zhao Qian woke up the next day, the bags under his eyes seemed to be hanging down to his chin.

Yinsu was doing morning exercises refreshed.

It seemed that he couldn't notice the green eyes behind him.

Zhao Qian chopped vegetables with a sharp knife, why is he not as good as a hoof!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, the more ruthless he was chopping vegetables, as if it was not a piece of meat, but a rival in love who was comparable to him!

Zhao Qian's eyes flickered back and forth in resentment and unwillingness, looking at the figure bathed in the sun, he wished he could take off his pants...

Yin Su tilted his head, and the end of his eyes swept towards him lightly.

Zhao Qian's throat was dry, and he blushed and looked away, as if this could cover up the unscrupulous thoughts in his mind.

Yin Su gently curled his lips, and slowly began to change clothes.

He never felt ashamed in front of Zhao Qian, because to him, he was his closest person in this world.

The movement of chopping vegetables stopped at some point.

He could feel that pair of focused and fiery eyes looking at him.

It's just that he never said that he likes Zhao Qian like this.

As if he could occupy Zhao Qian's eyes and Zhao Qian's heart.

This feeling is like turning around a small world, and he is that world.

He pulled his long hair out of his collar and looked back at the man in the apron.

The other party's ears were red, and the voice of chopping chopping was obviously trying to cover up.

He lightly raised his lips and smiled, walking barefoot towards that cute but serious looking person.

"Good morning, Zhao Qian."

He held the other person's face, Zhao Qian understood, closed his eyes obediently and raised his head.

It's just that the kiss that was originally on the forehead fell on the lips.

Gently dawdling, just like Yinsu at this moment, gentle and tender.

Zhao Qian couldn't stand on his feet, Yin Su wrapped his arms around his waist to help him stabilize his body, but Zhao Qian couldn't wait to get closer and closer to get his body closer together.

He squeezed the hot earlobe of the other party, and opened the distance.

"Zhao Qian, I'm hungry."

Zhao Qian, who seemed to be fed a mouthful of dessert, immediately revived with full blood, and his movements of cutting vegetables were full of energy.

Sure enough, as the man who is the head of the family, his status is unshakable!

The days without work are leisurely and carefree, but there is a bloody storm outside.

The insults against Yinsu have risen to attacks at all levels, and some people even want to investigate Yinsu's past.

It's just that how could others find out what even Zhao Xun couldn't find out.

So the topic can only revolve around his outstanding appearance to speculate out of thin air about his dirty affairs with Zhao Qian and even Jiang Yuebai.

His fans were already pitifully small, and under this kind of attack, he was like a small boat in the sea, floating adrift, and he had already consciously withdrawn from the scolding battle and remained silent.

The outside media were like a group of hyenas smelling of meat. On the day of the press conference, the scene was even bigger than that of the actor.

After all, one of the parties involved is Xiao Zong Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian was rich and generous, so he directly booked a conference venue, and as long as the reporters who arrived at the time, he would not refuse to let them all in.

Seeing that each chair is matched with a small round table, there are drinks, melon seeds and exquisite pastries on it.

A red carpet in the middle separates the two sides and leads directly to the center of the venue. Luxurious chandeliers illuminate the inside brightly. The red-lacquered and gold-plated gate has been tightly closed. The paparazzi journalists who are full of seats are all looking around like ducks with their necks choked. .

Looking at it like this, those who didn't know thought they were here to attend the wedding banquet. If they said a wrong word, they would doubt whether they could walk out of this door with healthy limbs.

"squeak……"

The heavy door was pushed open.

Two handsome men stood side by side, their steps were in unison, dignified and elegant.

The slightly taller long-haired man was born noble. He was wearing a black suit, which made his skin paler, but his lips were as red as blood.

The quiet and dark eyes seem to be able to hold the whole world, but they are empty and far away.

The beauty of Yinsu is never just his superficial body, but the nobility and elegance in his bones.

When he is not smiling, the sense of distance is always accompanied by oppression, which makes people feel timid and weak.

Under such an aura, Zhao Qian beside him is like a star trying to shine, bright and bright, making people daunting, because his light only shines on the person beside him.

The two walked in unison, walking side by side from the other end of the red carpet to the center of the venue.

The surroundings were silent, and they were immersed in the harmonious atmosphere, watching the two outstanding people walk on the red carpet.

Zhao Qian moved the central microphone, and a piercing long cry drew the reporter's attention back.

Only then did they come to their senses, they were here to dig up black material, not to really attend the wedding banquet.

Zhao Qian's face was full of smiles, and he was able to handle such a big scene with ease. He raised his hand as a greeting.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time, please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

All the reporters choked up in their hearts. This is not a lack of hospitality, it is simply too thoughtful.

In the most corner of the reporter's seat, there was a reporter wearing a mask with gloomy eyes. He looked at the two men on the stage in silence. There was a camera on the table, and the vest on his body was bulging.

Zhao Qian leaned back against the chair with ease, and rested his other hand on the back of Yin Su's chair.

He tilted his head, as if he was leaning against Yin Su's arms, and the intimacy between the two was clearly revealed.

Those reporters looked at it with itchy hands and hands, wishing they could take pictures with their cameras.

Zhao Qian waved his hand generously and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's shoot, the people inside can't get in, and you can't get out either."

This made people feel chills, afraid that a few tall and strong men in black suits and sunglasses would jump out and carry them to the basement, roll them up in sacks and throw them into the sea.

But in this silent atmosphere, the ear-catching "click" sound attracted everyone's attention.

It was the man in the mask in the corner.

This made everyone a little bit more courageous, and they all raised their cameras to take pictures.

Zhao Qian's smile was even brighter, as if hanging on Yin Su's body, his white teeth reflected the light.

"If you have any questions, just ask."

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a while, someone dared to raise their hand to ask a question.

"I would like to ask what is the relationship between Mr. Yin and Mr. Zhao?"

It was the man in the mask again.

Everyone cast admiring glances at him, they are really not afraid that they will not be able to get out of this gate!

Yin Su glanced at him calmly, and said calmly, "What you see is what you see."

Then, someone boldly asked questions one after another.

"May I ask what is the relationship between Mr. Yin and Mr. Jiang?"

"Are you Mr. Zhao's lover who spends his wallet?"

"Please explain why you refused to shoot magazines for playing big names."

"I heard that Mr. Jiang sexually harassed you, is it true?"

"... "

More and more questions gradually become sharper.

The smile on Zhao Qian's face also slowly disappeared, but Yin Su always had that good-natured appearance. After listening for a while, he raised his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet.

But the reporters who are already on top still have so much to worry about, and their questions have seriously involved privacy.

Including asking whether Yin Su lives with Zhao Qian.

How does Yin Su deal with Jiang Yuebai who is a woman while maintaining a lover relationship with Zhao Qian.

Some people even asked who lived below.

Zhao Qian's face sank, and the microphone in his hand blared long and sharply, which silenced the reporters who were getting more and more exaggerated.

Yin Su changed his sitting position, his posture was casual.

He opened his thin lips slightly, and said in a calm manner in the quiet meeting place: "You are nothing more than two issues that are most concerned about, one, the relationship between me and Zhao Qian, and two, the involvement between me and Jiang Yuebai, now, I Let me help you answer your second question."

Dozens of mobile phones vibrated in the venue.

The reporters looked at their phones suspiciously.

The latest entertainment news was pushed for them.

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