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The sunken garden on the 99th floor isolates all the noisy sounds of the city.

There was no cicadas screaming, and no sound of traffic. It was as quiet as if you were in the cloud space far away from the world.

Yan Zonglang sized up Shu Qingmo for a moment, then slowly said: "I'm marrying you, do you know what that means?"

The premise that Shu Qingmo said, "Anyway, you have to pick someone from the Shu family to marry", actually didn't exist at all.

Yan Zonglang was ready to announce the news of his and Shu Mengfu's dissolution of engagement at any time, but he has been busy with going to Beijing for the past few days and has not yet found the right time.

As for the "deal" that Shu Qingmo said, it was actually not true.

The purpose of the transaction is to exchange value between the two parties in order to seek reciprocal benefits.

Now Yan Zonglang has already caught up with Chang Yue'e. Although he still needs to spend energy and time to expand his network, he will focus on Beijing, and the rest is just a matter of time.

However, Shu Qingmo lost the opportunity to go to Beijing. For Yan Zonglang, from the perspective of profit alone, Shu Qingmo's residual value was pitifully small.

This is just like Shu Mengfu back then, her value is not worth Yan Zonglang's exchange through marriage.

Therefore, the premise does not exist and the transaction does not stand. If Yan Zonglang agrees to marry Shu Qingmo, it means a pure marriage without any interest relationship.

Does Yan Zonglang need a pure marriage?

At least Shu Mengfu, he doesn't need it at all.

But if the target is Shu Qingmo...

Shu Qingmo didn't know that Yan Zonglang was looking at him, but he was actually thinking about whether to put aside his interests and simply regard him as a marriage partner.

He didn't even realize that the deal he proposed just now was actually a pure marriage proposal.

He still proceeded from the perspective of interests, thought for a while, and said to Yan Zonglang: "This means that you will fight against the Shu family."

"En." Yan Zonglang responded casually, and continued to think about the problems in his heart.

"But you will get everything from me." Shu Qingmo said, "I won't make you regret tearing up with Fang Wanrou for me."

Hearing this, Yan Zonglang withdrew his thoughts a little.

He found that the kid was not on the same channel as him at all, and was still thinking about interests.

But this is not his fault, after all, Yan Zonglang himself is not used to abandoning the principle of "reciprocity of interests" and thinking about problems purely from the emotional point of view.

"If I want to marry you," Yan Zonglang looked at Shu Qingmo and said, "The Shu family is not a problem at all."

Shu Qingmo's eyes flickered, and there was a little expectation in her heart.

"But I need a reason." Yan Zonglang said, "Why you, not others."

Do you still need a reason...

Shu Qingmo pursed his lips tightly, his mind was already overloaded, and his heart was almost unable to hold on anymore.

The childhood experience allowed him to forge a strong heart, but it couldn't withstand the blows again and again.

He could see that Yan Zonglang had a crush on him, but why couldn't he accept him directly?

At this time, he still has to be so strict with him.

Shu Qingmo took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in her heart, continued to maintain her superficial calm, and said to Yan Zonglang: "I am the best at the Shu family, and the best at mounting paintings."

When he said this, he was like a well-behaved and innocent child, saying that my kite flew high and far, making childish comparisons for the adult world.

But it was the innocent eyes that made Yan Zonglang's heart tighten, and the balance in his heart showed signs of tilting.

He looked away, and the agitated and emotional part was uncontrollable, and gradually overwhelmed the rational.

At least for a long time, he has been able to control his sensibility with ease, and he will not want to throw his rationality out of the sky like he is now.

He didn't like this feeling, and his resistance made him want to crush the innocence in front of him.

"How good is the craftsmanship?" Yan Zonglang looked at Shu Qingmo again, and asked lazily, "Is it also on the bed?"

"Ah?" Shu Qingmo was stunned when she heard the words, all the bravado collapsed in this instant.

"You know, marriage is not just binding two people together," Yan Zonglang said, "it also involves other aspects."

Shu Qingmo obviously became flustered, because he had never thought about this aspect.

Even when Yan Zonglang's neck was continuously emitting hormones, he only had a feeling of wanting to get closer, and never thought of further intimate contact.

His mind was in a mess and he didn't know how to deal with it, but his subconscious told him not to show weakness, so he just followed Yan Zonglang's words and said, "I'm also good at bed work."

"Really?" Yan Zonglang opened his legs calmly, and said to Shu Qingmo beside him, "Then let me see."

Shu Qingmo looked at Yan Zonglang's slender thighs separated to the sides with a dazed expression, and the undulating folds on the suit pants were as majestic as the mountains and mountains he had seen in the swimming pool before.

He looked at Yan Zonglang at a loss and said, "What, what do you think?"

Yan Zonglang raised his chin, pointed at the majestic place and said, "It's yours now."

Shu Qingmo was still confused, he understood the meaning of Yan Zonglang's words, and his ears became hot unconsciously.

He plucked up his courage several times, and simply kept on doing it, treating it as a ceramic drawing, just put his hands on it and slide it up and down.But his whole body seemed to be nailed, and he couldn't stretch out his hands no matter what.

After a long while, Shu Qingmo didn't move, and Yan Zonglang smiled lightly, as if saying "I knew it" in his laughter.

He slowly leaned towards Shu Qingmo, and finally locked the child in the space between his chest and the armrest.

Shu Qingmo had no choice but to rest his head on the armrest. He nervously looked at Yan Zonglang who was covering him and asked, "Mr. Yan, what are you doing?"

"Do you know how you feel to me?" Yan Zonglang held Shu Qingmo's waist with one hand, and he could feel that thin waist trembling slightly.

"What?" Shu Qingmo stared blankly at Yan Zonglang's lips getting closer and closer to him, and his heart couldn't help but lifted into his throat.

"You're just a little white rabbit." Yan Zonglang leaned close to Shu Qingmo's neck and said maliciously, "You'll only be eaten and wiped clean."

Shu Qingmo crossed Yan Zonglang's hair, looked straight at the lotus-shaped ceiling above, and a rebellious thought vaguely arose in his heart.

He felt that what Yan Zonglang said was wrong, he was not a little white rabbit.

The little white rabbit is innocent and harmless, he only knows how to eat carrots happily, but he knows how to fight for what he wants step by step.

If one had to talk about the commonality between him and the little white rabbit, it would be that his skin was fair enough.

Perhaps in Yan Zonglang's eyes, his current performance is not good enough, he is no different from a little white rabbit.

But he felt that even if he was a little white rabbit, he would definitely bite.

Shu Qingmo's strength came from nowhere, pushed Yan Zonglang's shoulder away, and pressed him against the armrest at the other end.

"Mr. Yan," Shu Qingmo sat straddling Yan Zonglang's waist, looked down at him and said, "Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry."

Yan Zonglang's expression was quite surprised, Shu Qingmo didn't give him a chance to answer the words, just closed his eyes, pressed down and blocked his lips.

Shu Qingmo doesn't know how to kiss at all, he only knows how to press the four lips tightly together.

Yan Zonglang's lips were much softer than he imagined, at least not as cold and unkind as the words that came out of his mouth.

He pressed against Yan Zonglang's lips motionlessly, feeling the warmth of this square inch.But after about three seconds, he started to regret it.

——What should I do next?

Shu Qingmo's body became a little stiff, and she didn't dare to open her eyes or move around.

When he was thinking about how to end this crappy kiss without embarrassment, he suddenly felt that Yan Zonglang held the back of his neck with one hand, and at the same time, a dexterous tongue penetrated into his mouth.

Shu Qingmo opened his eyes suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but the big hand on the back of his neck became more and more forceful, making him unable to move. He could only bear this fiery deep kiss with his lack of kissing experience.

and so……

Does this mean that Yan Zonglang accepted him?

Shu Qingmo's head was a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen, but before he could keep up with the rhythm of the kiss, Yan Zonglang pushed him away, a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

"Don't be silly." Yan Zonglang frowned and adjusted his breathing, his tone became as fierce as before, as if the gentleness just now didn't exist at all.

Shu Qingmo was not reconciled, Yan Zonglang was obviously more active than him just now, how could he change just now?

He boldly leaned towards Yan Zonglang's lips again, and his hand continued to follow the button of the ascetic shirt...

There seems to be something wrong with Mr. Yan.

This thought popped into Shu Qingmo's mind because he realized that he had touched a rock.

Why did Yan Zonglang push him away even after he was like this?

While Shu Qingmo was in a trance, Yan Zonglang pushed him away angrily and said, "Little brat, have you had enough trouble?!"

Shu Qingmo shrank his shoulders from the fierceness, this was the first time he saw Yan Zonglang angry.

He lowered his head, biting his lower lip, all the emotions of unwillingness and grievance surged up at this moment.

Yan Zonglang saw that Shu Qingmo looked like he wanted to cry to the point of death, but he still tried his best to bear it, the softness in the deepest part of his heart was severed, and he couldn't hide it anymore.

He rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, let out a breath, looked at Shu Qingmo in a compromised way, and said, "Mo."

Shu Qingmo looked up in a daze, thinking that she was having auditory hallucinations.

When he made a mistake, it was impossible for Mr. Yan to be so gentle to him.

"I don't want you to rely too much on me." Yan Zonglang said, "You have to learn to grow by yourself."

Shu Qingmo lowered his gaze dimly, he understood the truth, and he was not in the mood to listen to it now.

Yan Zonglang knew that Shu Qingmo must be blaming him again in his heart, he raised his hand and rubbed the drooping head, and said helplessly: "Mo, you don't need to make a deal with me, I'm already standing with you On the other hand, you can even regard me as a trump card in your hand."

Shu Qingmo was puzzled: "Ace?"

"Yes." Yan Zonglang replied, "I will help you unconditionally, but the premise is that no matter what happens, you are not allowed to cry like today."

Shu Qingmo bit his lip, he suddenly felt that Mr. Yan was a bad guy.

Just now he was beaten to pieces, his heart was ashamed, and he almost wanted to give up completely and become a salted fish.

As a result, now he wanted to go to Yan Zonglang's side even more, and even clarified the vague thoughts in his heart.

——He wants both career and Yan Zonglang.

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