Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

The row of small characters on the painting, Bai Qingjiu forgot that he had left his name on the painting, so he always misunderstood that this was evidence that Murong Qin liked Xia Yu.

Maybe in the last five years, Murong Qin knew that this painting was painted by him, but he didn't mention it.

Murong Qin's fingers slowly rested on the drawing board: "Bai Qingjiu, you must know that I have given you many opportunities, not because I need you so much, but..."

"I know." Bai Qingjiu smiled slightly: "Mr. Murong, what should I do?"

"Draw me a picture."

"Draw what?"

Murong Qin's pupils were lowered, and his hoarse voice was extraordinarily bright in the dim warehouse: "Draw me."

Bai Qingjiu was stunned for 2 minutes: "I won't."

Murong Qin sat down, always with a glass of red wine at hand, like a paid spectator.

It’s better to do something realistically, pick up a pen when Bai Sake is stiff, how to draw?What to draw?What does he want to see?

Bai Qingjiu bit his lip and remained in a stalemate for half an hour before finishing his first stroke. Murong Qin said, "If you can't draw, come back tomorrow."

Bai Qingjiu was really dizzy, and slowly put down the pen. When he left, his footsteps were a little shaky, the ground was dim and he couldn't see clearly, he accidentally tripped over Murong Qin's feet, and his body crookedly landed in Murong Qin's arms.

Murong Qin's bathrobe was originally tied, but he tore it away with his palm, sniffed the unique smell of a man, hiss, he couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried, his hairstyle got worse as he rubbed against his forehead, and he slapped it on his forehead indiscriminately.

Murong Qin said, "I suspect you did it on purpose."

"No, it's not like that."

Murong Qin held the red wine glass to his mouth, without saying a word, it was an order.

Bai Qingjiu opened his mouth slightly, raised his face, and the red liquid flowed down his lips and teeth.

Murong Qin wiped the remaining redness from the corner of his mouth, let go of his fingers, and Bai Qingjiu collapsed on the ground.

It's over, a little over the top.

Murong Qin brushed his hair away with his fingers: "Get up, you're good at acting, you're not afraid that I'll take you..."

Bai Qingjiu turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep. He was so tired that he didn't stop for a moment after waking up. After drinking, he could be lazy.

Murong Qin looked at the empty wine glass in his hand, and smiled coldly. It wasn't wine at all, and he was quite "drunk".

----

It didn't seem that long had passed, Bai Qingjiu was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone, and wanted to pick it up at the first time, but found that the whole body was covered with water, warm and hot all over his hands and feet.

Bai Qingjiu was lying in the bathtub of Murong's house. He knew this pool very well. Once he played so hard that he broke his tooth and bled a lot. Murong Qin smashed the bathtub and replaced it with a new one in a fit of anger.

He opened his eyes slightly, the thick water mist filled the air, the ringing of the phone stopped abruptly, and then he heard a man's hazy voice: "It's me, he's here with me, Xia Yu, you should understand, he is my people."

Bai Qingjiu seemed to have heard Xia Yu's name, sat up while leaning on the edge, and asked, "Is it Xiaoyu?"

Murong Qin hung up the phone, opened the door and came in: "Are you awake?"

"You... why did you answer my call?"

Murong Qin threw the phone aside: "Noisy."

Bai Qingjiu looked down at his naked clothes, and wanted to hug himself into a ball, but he couldn't use the strength: "Xiaoyu... what did he say?"

"He said, where did that stupid brother who couldn't even take care of himself go? He asked me to send you back, but I refused."

Bai Qingjiu clasped the edge of the bathtub tightly: "Did you quarrel?"

"Why do you say that."

"If not, why do you need me."

Murong Qin bent down slowly, staring at the corners of his pale lips: "No, we are just competing for one thing, Xia Yu will do anything to keep me away from him, heh, your brother is much smarter than you .”

Bai Qingjiu couldn't understand, he just felt dizzy. There were many things in this timeline that were different from before, but he didn't have time to understand.

Murong Qin's fingertips landed on his collarbone, and a hole sank into it. At this time, Bai Qingjiu had just been hungry for a few days and nights, so skinny and skinny, it wouldn't even arouse people looking at it naked. The kind of interest.

Bai Qingjiu turned his face away, his mouth was dry: "Mr. Murong, I'm afraid I can't do it now..."

Murong Qin extended down with great interest: "Why not?"

"I'm... too dizzy, I'm afraid I can't satisfy you."

"Heh," Murong Qin sneered, "What if I want to?"

Bai Qingjiu bit his lip, unable to speak for a while: "Then... can you be lighter."

Murong Qin's face froze instantly, he pinched his chin and looked left and right, as if he could peel off a layer of skin: "Bai Qingjiu, who taught you to say these words?"

Baiqingjiu was pinched uncomfortably, and he retched while holding his throat. Murongqin grabbed his hair and raised his face: "Baiqingjiu, I only thought you were innocent, but I didn't expect you to know a lot. Say, yes Who taught you this?"

"Ahem..." Bai Qingjiu hugged his hand, unable to pull it off, his face contorted into a ball.

Murong Qin leaned close to his face and questioned him word by word: "Tell me, have you ever said this to anyone else?"

"No... no."

Only to you, no one else.

Only then did Murong Qin let go of his hand, took off a towel to wrap him up and carried him out, Bai Qingjiu was still retching, pinching his throat in a daze, his throat was thin and tender, and his fingers had a red streak print.

Murong Qin threw him on the bed and took his hand away: "Okay, don't move, let me see, did you choke on water?"

Bai Qingjiu shook his head, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.

Murong Qin poured a glass of water for him to drink, and he didn't move, lying dry, with his palms on his stomach, a familiar feeling came up, and Bai Qingjiu was a little dazed.

Murong Qin covered him with a quilt, and said with disgust: "It's delicate, like a pregnant woman."

Bai Qingjiu shuddered, his fingers tightly grasped the quilt, and tried his best to restrain his panic. This is impossible, it must be an illusion.

Murong Qin closed the door, went to the balcony alone, and drank the remaining half bottle of wine. Someone always poured it down after a glass, and someone always got drunk after a thousand glasses.

Bai Qingjiu slept in a daze that night, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on his side, the same as before, when he first arrived at Murong's house, he lived in this room, and later he shamelessly said that he was afraid of the dark, so he moved to Murong Qin's master bedroom to sleep .

During the days and nights when he shared the bed with Murong Qin, Bai Qingjiu never felt that this man belonged to him.

Murong Qin had already finished dressing, and threw him a set of clothes: "New ones, change into them."

Bai Qingjiu sat up slowly, obviously nothing happened, his body seemed to be falling apart.