Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

Murong Qin looked down at his prey like a hunter, "Bai Qingjiu, don't make me angry."

"Let go of me, please." Bai Qingjiu turned his face sideways, his eyes filled with mist.

Murong Qin has a slight soft heart, but he must be given enough threats: "Don't forget, you still have so many paintings in the warehouse. If you dare to leave, I will burn them all."

Bai Qingjiu's eyes were dull, he bit his pale lips, and his hand slowly slipped down.

Even if the buyer doesn't like the paintings that are sold, he doesn't want him to be burned. Like me, I am ignored but unwilling to be humbled.

Murong Qin got up slowly, making sure that he would not run away again, and then closed the door with a "bang", and went through countless red lights along the way before returning home.

Murong Qin pinched the back of his neck and pressed him on the big bed in the bedroom. His hot breath poured into his clothes: "I can pretend that what happened today didn't happen. You stay here obediently and don't go anywhere."

"Murong Qin..."

"Okay, I don't want to hear anything. I don't recognize a single word of the letter you wrote."

Bai Qingjiu turned his face sideways and asked blankly: "Why? Xia Yu has already returned, I..."

"It has nothing to do with Xia Yu, you just stay here and don't mention it again."

Murong Qin untied his tie, threw it to the ground, leaned over and kissed his forehead, but was dodged unwillingly.

Murong Qin clenched his fists and left angrily. The door was slammed heavily, as if the whole world was shaking.

The next day, Murong Qin ordered his aunt to cook a table of his favorite dishes. He lost his appetite for white sake and couldn't swallow a mouthful. He vomited out everything he ate.

Murong Qin had a cold face: "Eat if you can't eat, don't think that I can't do anything to you because of hunger strike."

He didn't know why Bai Qingjiu was anorexic and why he vomited.

Bai Qingjiu has lived in this house for five years, and for the first time feels like a canary in captivity, but he is not pretty enough.

After Murong Qin left, Bai Qingjiu worked in the warehouse for a whole day, packing up all the paintings. Before dark, Bai Qingjiu just stepped out of the threshold when Murong Qin came to meet him. Seeing him carrying a large number of drawing boards, he was furious: " what are you doing?"

Bai Qingjiu hid back guiltily: "Take the painting and get it waxed."

"Leave it alone and ask someone to take it."

"No, I'll be more at ease by myself."

Murong Qin sneered: "Okay, then I will go with you."

Bai Qingjiu froze in place, he really didn't expect him to say that. To him, these paintings are waste products bought with a lot of money, but to me, they are full of passion.

Murong Qin said: "Why don't you leave, aren't you in a hurry?"

Bai Qingjiu swallowed his throat: "These paintings are useless to you, they are stored in the warehouse, why not..."

"Not what?"

"I know I may not be able to sell it, but I will try my best to find a seller. If the money is not enough, I will pay you back later."

"Why pay me back?"

"You paid too much for them, they're not worth it."

"I say it's worth it, and it's worth it. Who will allow you to sell my collection privately?"

Murong Qin's expression became more and more frightening as he spoke, approaching with low pressure, Bai Qingjiu was at fault, but he still wanted to say: "I am the author, I have the right to take it back, and I will pay you back the money."

Murong Qin gritted his teeth and threatened: "Bai Qingjiu, what belongs to me will always be mine. If you dare to take it away, I will smash it right now!"

Bai Qingjiu trembled all over: "Why do you..."

"You'd better put them back in place now, I don't care about you."

Bai Qingjiu turned his face away, refusing to back down, how could the things he had decided to take away return to the original point.

The two fell into a stalemate, Murong Qin's slender fingers untied his cuffs, and approached step by step: "I have never found you so disobedient, is it because I haven't trained you for a long time?"

Bai Qingjiu's eyes dodged, and he wanted to quicken his pace to leave, but he was pinched by the shoulder with a palm and pushed to the sofa easily.

Bai Qingjiu's feet were disturbed, he fell down unsteadily, the drawing board slipped from the palm of his hand, was caught by Murong Qin, and lay flat on one side.

Bai Qingjiu pressed his palm against his chest, with resistance written all over his face, the more indifferent he was, the angrier Murong Qin became, and he slammed his chin: "What's wrong? Didn't you take the initiative two days ago? Very good, Learned to play hard to get."

"I'm not……"

Murong Qin pulled open his neckline, lowered his head and bit his Adam's apple: "Bai Qingjiu, what kind of tricks are you playing with me? Do you think that I will let you go?"

"No, please..."

His body was severely torn, and the pain of landslides and ground cracks made him scream silently.

In the past five years, the relationship between the two has been neither painful nor itchy. For some reason, when they were about to part, the troubles reached such an irreparable point.

Bai Qingjiu clenched his teeth, layers of sweat oozed from his forehead, and for many moments, he felt that he was about to faint.

Murong Qin felt the heat of his body, and did not touch his forehead until the impulse was released: "What's going on?"

Bai Qingjiu's lips and teeth were dry, and he looked at him bewilderedly: "Murongqin, you don't like me, why... do you do this..."

Murong Qin was suddenly upset, picked him up, and whispered into his ear: "I like you, Xiaobai."

Maybe it was a dream, in the dream he would say such things.