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Shu Qingmo came to Yan Zonglang's house again, and the servants addressed him from "Mr. Shu" to "Master Shu".

He wasn't sure if it was Yan Zonglang who used the name "Little Young Master" when referring to him to his servants, but he found that he didn't seem to be more adapted to this kind of life in Vanity Fair than the servants of Yan Zonglang's family.

"Sir asked you to change your clothes and go directly to the swimming pool to find him." The servant said to Shu Qingmo respectfully, "There is a changing room in the garden, you can go there and change directly."

Shu Qingmo thanked the servant, then walked down the stairs on the side of the living room to the sunken garden below.

The Alpha in the enclosure really started roaring crazily again, Shu Qingmo subconsciously shrank his shoulders, at this moment he heard Yan Zonglang's scolding from the pool, Alpha immediately stopped barking and let out a whining sound.

"Mr. Yan." Shu Qingmo nodded in Yan Zonglang's direction. He could see that Yan Zonglang's hair was all wet behind his head, his sculpted face was stained with moisture, and his handsomeness revealed a touch of sexiness.

Further down are the strong shoulders and slightly raised chest muscles, Shu Qingmo didn't look at it, and took his eyes back in time.

"The dressing room is on your left." Yan Zonglang looked at Shu Qingmo and said, "Come and find me after changing."

Shu Qingmo stood in front of the full-length mirror and took a picture of himself wearing swimming trunks. His youthful body had faded away, and he could vaguely see the lines of his arms and waist, but because he seldom went out, his skin showed a faint An almost sickly porcelain white, not at all like a vigorous young man.

Thinking of Yan Zonglang's healthy wheat-colored skin and smooth muscle lines, Shu Qingmo stopped in front of the full-length mirror and suddenly didn't want to go out.

But he also knew that being an ostrich was not the way to go, so after dawdling for a while, he came out of the locker room obediently, holding the arm of the other in one hand, and awkwardly came to the edge of the swimming pool.

"For so long?" Yan Zonglang leaned against the pool with his arms outstretched, and gave Shu Qingmo a vague look.

"Warming up." Shu Qingmo said with evasive eyes.

"Then come down directly." Yan Zonglang said.

Shu Qingmo slid into the water from the handrail at the corner of the pool, and then walked towards Yan Zonglang along the edge of the pool.

But as he walked, he suddenly found that the scenery under his feet was a bit strange.

Generally speaking, the tiles of the swimming pool are blue, and if you look down, it should be blue.However, Shu Qingmo saw neon lights flickering under his feet, and he couldn't help but have big doubts in his heart.

"This is the suspended swimming pool." Yan Zonglang saw through Shu Qingmo's thoughts and explained, "Your feet are the sky garden on the 60th floor."

"Hanging, hanging?" Shu Qingmo's heart tightened suddenly, he subconsciously turned around, wanting to go back to the handrail and climb up, but at this moment, an extra arm suddenly appeared around his waist, and he was pulled back .

"Run why?" Yan Zonglang looked down at Shu Qingmo and asked.

"Hanging in the air means that there is nothing under your feet!" Shu Qingmo could feel his back pressing against Yan Zonglang's chest, but he still felt extremely insecure.He flung his hands and feet uncontrollably for a long time, and finally turned into a posture of hugging Yan Zonglang's neck.

"We can swim here without something?" Yan Zonglang supported Shu Qingmo's lower back, looked at him who was still in shock and said, "It's just a transparent material."

Transparent ones are also terrible.

Shu Qingmo does not have a fear of heights, but in this 99-story super high-rise building, there is no shelter under her feet, and she is directly "suspended" in the air. Anyone will feel scared.

"Can't we go up?" Shu Qingmo's face turned pale with fright, he hugged Yan Zonglang's neck tightly, and didn't realize how tight their chests were.

In fact, the two of them were in the shallow water area of ​​the swimming pool, and Shu Qingmo's feet could reach the bottom of the pool.But he always felt that the transparent thing under his feet was a layer of plastic film, and he would fall from the 99-story building with a slight touch, so he tightened his arms as much as possible, and his head was almost pressed against Yan Zonglang's ear.

"Stand up for me." Yan Zonglang mercilessly grabbed Shu Qingmo's waist with both hands, and forced him down.

Shu Qingmo was no match for Yan Zonglang's strength, so he had to step back and stand in the water, but his hands were still tightly grasping Yan Zonglang's elbow sockets.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Yan Zonglang raised one eyebrow, looked at Shu Qingmo and asked.

There was fear in Shu Qingmo's eyes, but more of them were grievances and complaints.

"Do you think I'm bullying you?" Yan Zonglang asked amusedly.

"Isn't it?" Shu Qingmo plucked up the courage to ask back, "Why do you always scare me so much?"

It's fine to scare him with Alpha, but now he's even tricked him into the suspended swimming pool. If Shu Qingmo had a little doll in the shape of Yan Zonglang in his hand, he would have pricked him countless times with needles.

Shu Qingmo's tone was very aggressive, but Yan Zonglang was not angry.He patiently turned Shu Qingmo over so that he faced the outside, then slightly lowered his head and asked in his ear: "So the question is, why are you afraid?"

Shu Qingmo was stunned when he heard the words, and couldn't understand the meaning of Yan Zonglang's words for a while.

"Many times, people always scare themselves." Yan Zonglang held Shu Qingmo's waist and led him to the center of the swimming pool bit by bit, "What you are afraid of will most likely not happen, but fear But it will make you lose the motivation to move forward."

The deep voice kept echoing in my ears, and the comfortable speaking speed made Shu Qingmo's heartbeat gradually calm down.

"Just like now," Yan Zonglang took Shu Qingmo to stand still in the middle of the swimming pool, "I told you that the swimming pool will not fall, and if I fall, I will die with you. Are you still afraid?"

Shu Qingmo looked at the endless night in front of the swimming pool, and shook his head in a daze.

At this moment, the transparent plastic film seems to turn into hard reinforced concrete.

"Don't be afraid." Yan Zonglang said and loosened Shu Qingmo's waist, "Let go and do it."

Shu Qingmo suddenly realized that Yan Zonglang didn't ask him to come to the floating swimming pool to scare him, but to exercise his courage.

The "let go and do it" that Yan Zonglang said was not only to let him let go of his hands and feet in the swimming pool, but also to encourage him to calm down and face the difficulties Fang Wanrou posed for him.

There was a subtle chemical reaction in Shu Qingmo's heart, but at this moment he suddenly felt that Yan Zonglang behind him was moving away, he turned around quickly, looked at Yan Zonglang helplessly and said, "Mr. Yan?"

"Don't be afraid." Yan Zonglang retreated to the edge of the pool after a while, hooked Shu Qingmo and said, "Come here."

Under Yan Zonglang's guidance just now, Shu Qingmo did overcome her fear briefly.But now that Yan Zonglang left, he immediately fell into the quagmire of fear.

"Mr. Yan, I can't walk..." Shu Qingmo froze in the middle of the swimming pool, looking at Yan Zonglang in a daze.

"You can do it." Yan Zonglang didn't have the slightest intention of coming to pick up Shu Qingmo, he leaned leisurely against the edge of the swimming pool, as if he didn't care.

Shu Qingmo mustered up the courage to look down, but the scene under his feet made his liver tremble with fright.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and kept urging himself in his heart. If he couldn't even overcome this, then Yan Zonglang would definitely look down on him.

Compared with people of the same age, Shu Qingmo's psychology can be described as strong.He can train his left hand to be more proficient than his right hand, which not only depends on his extraordinary talent, but also requires perseverance.

Shu Qingmo forced himself to calm down, because he didn't want to be looked down upon by Yan Zonglang.

He tentatively took the first step, but fortunately, his legs were not as weak as he imagined.

Next, the second step, the third step... At first the process was extremely long, but afterward, his steps became more and more smooth, and he was getting closer and closer to Yan Zonglang.

There was a faint smile in Yan Zonglang's eyes, Shu Qingmo involuntarily quickened his pace, he only felt that his blood was boiling, his heart was beating like it was about to fly out of the sky.

"Mr. Yan!" At the last step, Shu Qingmo jumped into Yan Zonglang's arms with excitement on his face, put his hands on his shoulders and said, "I did it!"

This is probably the joy of reaping success after overcoming difficulties, and it made Shu Qingmo happier than any time she won a scholarship.

"Well, congratulations." Yan Zonglang smiled at Shu Qingmo, and then said in an ugly way, "Is it not good for you to hug your future brother-in-law like this?"

Shu Qingmo was taken aback for a moment, an unnatural blush appeared on her cheeks, she quickly let go of her hand and stepped aside.

"Go up." Yan Zonglang raised his hand and rubbed Shu Qingmo's head, then took the lead to go outside the swimming pool and picked up a towel to wipe his body.

Only then did Shu Qingmo realize that Yan Zonglang not only had good-looking muscle lines in his arms and chest, but also had obvious grooves in his abdominal muscles, which looked like he had been exercising all year round.

If you look further down...

Shu Qingmo quickly retracted her gaze and blinked vigorously to stop the quake in her pupils.

"What are you still dawdling about?" Yan Zonglang asked while looking at Shu Qingmo while wiping his hair.

Shu Qingmo crawled ashore with her head buried in guilt, her hands placed in front of her body intentionally or unintentionally, just to cover up the particularly obvious outline after being soaked in water.

Yan Zonglang picked up a clean bath towel and threw it on Shu Qingmo's head, and asked, "Do you want to use the sauna?"

Shu Qingmo wrapped his body in a bath towel, and finally felt more at ease, he nodded and said, "Yes."

The sauna room is next to the changing room. It has a wooden structure and is about ten square meters.

Yan Zonglang raised the temperature in the room, and said to Shu Qingmo who was sitting beside him, "Tell me if you can't stand it."

Shu Qingmo had never been in a sauna, he didn't know why he couldn't stand it, but he still replied: "Okay."

After a while, the temperature in the sauna room gradually increased, and beads of sweat began to ooze from Shu Qingmo's forehead.He wiped it with a bath towel, only to hear Yan Zonglang suddenly ask: "What do you mean by saying that there is a lack of materials on the phone?"

Shu Qingmo said: "The painting is very broken and needs to be repaired. I don't have the materials to make it up."

He roughly explained to Yan Zonglang the most difficult step of repairing the mounted painting, and then briefly mentioned that Wu Yunmo didn't support him, and he couldn't get old silk materials.

While talking, Shu Qingmo felt weak several times. He vaguely sensed that the temperature in the sauna room was too high, but Yan Zonglang seemed to be okay, and he didn't want to show weakness, so he kept on being brave.

"The old silk material you are talking about refers to the silk paintings at the end of the Qing Dynasty?" Yan Zonglang said, "It's like tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall."

"That's right." Shu Qingmo subconsciously nodded, but this action made gold stars appear in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and insisted, "It is best to use materials from the same period to restore the old ones."

"For materials," Yan Zonglang paused, "I can help you find them."

"Really?" Shu Qingmo looked at Yan Zonglang in disbelief. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was like a reborn Bodhisattva, and dazzling holy light appeared around his body. He asked in a daze, "Didn't you say you won't help?" me?"

"Of course there is a price." Yan Zonglang said, "How do you plan to repay me?"

repay?

Shu Qingmo's mind couldn't function at all, double images began to appear in his eyes, and he heard Yan Zonglang calling his name.He opened his mouth and tried his best to respond, but in the end his eyes darkened and he passed out.

"Shu Qingmo?" It was the first time Yan Zonglang met someone who made him faint in a sauna, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

He wrapped Shu Qingmo in a bath towel, carried him outside, then turned his head to look at the head hanging on his shoulder and said, "Young master?"

Shu Qingmo's cheeks were flushed red from the steam, as if the jade white porcelain had been painted with cinnabar, it was so simple and elegant.

Yan Zonglang called again: "Little friend?"

Shu Qingmo still didn't respond.

Yan Zonglang exhaled with a headache: "What are you trying to do, you little brat."

Are there many unwanted starfish?