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Shu Qingmo curled up in a corner of the bathtub, staring at the wall motionlessly, as if she wanted to count the mosaic tiles on the wall.

The fragrance in the bathroom changed from light camellia to rich rose at some point, and the ambiguous atmosphere filled the whole bathroom, making Shu Qingmo so nervous that she was about to suffocate

Tiny ripples appeared at the other end of the bathtub, and soon stretched to Shu Qingmo's side, rushing onto his skin one after another, making his heart itch.

Along with the water waves came Yan Zonglang's naked body. His firm muscles were the result of years of exercise, and every movement he made gave off misty male hormones.

"How long are you going to avoid?"

Yan Zonglang simply pulled Shu Qingmo into his arms, and took him to sit on the other side of the bathtub.

"I, I still need some time." Shu Qingmo firmly grasped the edge of the bathtub with both hands, her back was tense and she refused to lean into Yan Zonglang's arms.

"How long will it take?" Yan Zonglang turned his head leisurely, hooked Shu Qingmo's earlobe with the tip of his tongue and put it in his mouth, the stiff little white rabbit in his arms let out an "ah", and his body immediately softened.

"Mr. Yan..."

Shu Qingmo curled up her legs impatiently, taking a defensive posture, but Yan Zonglang's hand had already swam to his chest first, kneading the pink cherry.

"Don't like it?" Yan Zonglang brushed the tip of his tongue across the ears, came to the neck, and licked back and forth on the protruding collarbone.

Shu Qingmo groaned unconsciously, wanting to push away Yan Zonglang's hand rubbing his nipples.But at this moment, the other hand stretched between his legs without anyone noticing, holding Xiao Xiaoshu who was already reacting.

"Mr. Yan!"

The unfamiliar touch made Shu Qingmo extremely panicked. He struggled to get back to the other side of the bathtub, but Yan Zonglang's strength was much stronger than his. As soon as he got up, he was pulled back, and instead sat down on his buttocks. on a hard object.

When swimming in Huangjin's penthouse before, Shu Qingmo vaguely noticed that Yan Zonglang's things were very big.Now feel it with your butt, it's really not a normal size.

"Run why?" Yan Zonglang tilted his head, looked at Shu Qingmo's profile and asked, "Can you run away?"

"I'm not ready yet." Shu Qingmo's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and he asked without hope, "Mr. Yan, can we do it another day?"

"When will it change?" Yan Zonglang played with the upright Xiao Xiaoshu with one hand, and rubbed the swollen cherry with the other, "Could it be that you want to wait until I'm old and can't fuck you?"

"What are you talking about?" Shu Qingmo blushed, he never expected Yan Zonglang, who was usually polite, to be so rude in private.

"You don't need to prepare." Yan Zonglang turned over and let Shu Qingmo lie on the edge of the bathtub, "Leave it to me."

The fiery deep kiss emptied all of Shu Qingmo's thoughts, he wrapped his arms around Yan Zonglang's neck, and began to tentatively stick out the tip of his tongue to actively respond.

Yan Zonglang's kiss became more and more rough with Shu Qingmo's temptation, as if he wanted to eat the little white rabbit in his arms until there was no bone left.

Shu Qingmo was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, he broke free from Yan Zonglang's restraint, frowned and said, "Mr. Yan, be gentle."

"Sorry." Yan Zonglang took a deep breath, his eyes finally regained his senses.He lifted one of Shu Qingmo's legs to rest on the edge of the bathtub, and inserted a finger into the untouched pussy.

The feeling of foreign objects entering his body made Shu Qingmo panic again, he stepped back, trying to get rid of Yan Zonglang's fingers.However, this action just made his chest out of the water, so that Yan Zonglang could hook his waist and suck the already swollen breasts.

The knuckle fingers accurately found the source of pleasure, and the itching on the chest was transmitted to the lower body like an electric current. Under the action of the two, Shu Qingmo almost immediately had the urge to ejaculate.

He could barely hold back, pushed Yan Zonglang's shoulder and said: "This can't be done..."

"Huh?" Yan Zonglang raised his head and found that Shu Qingmo's eyes were blurred, biting his lower lip, trying his best to endure the impact of pleasure, he almost wanted to change his fingers and go into battle with a real gun.

"Mo." Yan Zonglang kissed Shu Qingmo's lips again, "Don't be so tempting."

One finger gradually turned into three, Shu Qingmo wandered back and forth on the verge of ejaculation, tortured to the point of going crazy.He couldn't bear it anymore, wrapped his arms around Yan Zonglang's neck, and said with coquettish eyes: "Mr. Yan, come in quickly."

Yan Zonglang had already endured to the limit, he supported the iron-like weapon, straightened his waist slightly, and squeezed the glans head into the tender hole.

"Hiss, it hurts." After all, his fingers were no match for his thick penis, Shu Qingmo gasped in pain, and the lust in his eyes receded a lot in an instant.

"At the end, bear with it." Yan Zonglang accelerated the speed of teasing Xiao Xiaoshu, he straightened his back one by one, and because of the lubrication of warm water, he submerged his genitals in a short time.

"Mr. Yan," Shu Qingmo looked at Yan Zonglang nervously and said, "Did you stab me in the stomach?"

"Don't pinch it so tightly." Yan Zonglang rubbed Shu Qingmo's butt, and then began to thrust rhythmically.

The receding pleasure flooded in like a tide, more intense and crazier than before.Shu Qingmo's brain went blank, his eyes couldn't focus, and he moaned uncontrollably.

"Ah... um... Mr. Yan..."

"What do you call me?" Yan Zonglang slowed down, and it turned into bumps one after another.

"Mr. Yan." Shu Qingmo had to hold on to the edge of the bathtub to stabilize her body.His legs were wide open, and the backyard with the dick stuck in it was exposed to the light at a glance. This appearance was in stark contrast to the innocent and innocent little white rabbit in ordinary times, which made Yan Zonglang's anger rise and his mouth dry.

"Brother-in-law." Yan Zonglang accelerated the speed of the impact, and waves rolled in the bathtub.

"Ah?" Shu Qingmo was stunned.

"Do you like your brother-in-law to fuck you?" Yan Zonglang asked.

"You are so annoying." Shu Qingmo turned her head away, not wanting to please Yan Zonglang.

"Don't bark?" Yan Zonglang stopped and dawdled slowly instead.

Shu Qingmo suddenly became angry, he stared at Yan Zonglang with red eyes and said, "Rogue!"

Yan Zonglang smiled, and speeded up again. The wave after wave of pleasure made Shu Qingmo throw his restraint out of the blue.

"Mr. Yan, where are your hands?" Shu Qingmo looked at Yan Zonglang's idle hands, "Why...don't you touch me?"

Little Shu dangled alone in the water, Shu Qingmo could only do it by himself, but no matter what, Yan Zonglang was not as comfortable touching him.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Shu Qingmo finally came to his senses and looked at Yan Zonglang reproachfully.

"Isn't it enough to insert you?" Yan Zonglang was still unmoved, not only did he not touch Shu Qingmo, he didn't even kiss him.

Shu Qingmo bit her lip and was stubborn for a long time, but in the end, the desire for Yan Zonglang's caress was greater than her shame.He called softly, "Brother-in-law."

"Huh?" Yan Zonglang stopped and raised his eyebrows, "I didn't hear that."

Shu Qingmo called out again angrily: "Brother-in-law."

Yan Zonglang took the time to ask: "What do you want brother-in-law for?"

Now Shu Qingmo was silent, and Yan Zonglang was not in a hurry, he thrust into the tightly shrunk small tender acupoint without haste.

After a while, Shu Qingmo still couldn't hold his breath, he whispered: "Me."

Yan Zonglang asked: "What?"

Shu Qingmo closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "I want my brother-in-law to fuck me."

Yan Zonglang laughed again, leaned over and kissed Shu Qingmo's lips and said, "Okay."

Shu Qingmo released it once in the bathtub, and the water was cloudy everywhere.

Tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time was extremely delicious, but when Shu Qingmo finally got over it, he found that Yan Zonglang's thing was still extremely hard.

"Mr. Yan, are you alright?" Shu Qingmo entered the sage's time, calmly hoping that Yan Zonglang would end soon.

"It's still early." Yan Zonglang carried Shu Qingmo out of the bathtub, and carried him to the big bed in the bedroom in a position where his penis was connected.

"Then hurry up." Shu Qingmo said obediently, "Central Six will show a biographical movie later, I want to watch it."

"En." Yan Zonglang responded, making Shu Qingmo turn his back to him, lifted that white buttocks, and stabbed it hard.

After half an hour.

"Mr. Yan...what's the matter with you...my movie is about to start..."

"Um... ah... I want to watch a movie..."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I don't want my movie..."

"What are your plans after returning to Nancheng?"

On the flight to Nancheng, Yan Zonglang casually flipped through the magazine in his hand.In the past, Secretary Chen was usually seated next to him, but now Shu Qingmo was sitting listlessly.

"Pack your luggage first." Shu Qingmo said in a hoarse voice, "Then do the cleaning."

The inflammation hadn't healed yet, and she screamed all night last night, which made Shu Qingmo's throat worse.

Fortunately, the culprit still had a conscience, so he asked the flight attendant to bring a glass of warm water, and asked Shu Qingmo, "Only these two plans?"

Yan Zonglang handed over the good card of cleaning up Shu's house to Shu Qingmo, it all depends on how Shu Qingmo is happy to play.

"It's more important to pack your luggage." Shu Qingmo took a sip of warm water and said slowly, "I've found a room in Beijing, and I'll move here next week to prepare for the exam."

"Preparation for the exam?" Yan Zonglang asked.

"I'm planning to take the entrance examination for the Chinese Academy of Fine Arts." Shu Qingmo said.

Regardless of whether he had Yan Zonglang as his backer, Shu Qingmo couldn't stop moving forward.There is already a big gap between him and Yan Zonglang, and only by constantly improving himself can he stand beside Yan Zonglang with peace of mind.

"Retire the house and move here to live with me." Yan Zonglang said, "There is a servant at home who can take care of your daily life."

During the exam preparation stage, it is really good to have someone to take care of you.

But Shu Qingmo hesitated for a while, and still rejected Yan Zonglang's proposal.He shook his head and said, "No, you want to affect my study."

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows and asked, "How can I affect your study?"

Shu Qingmo snorted softly, looked out the window and said, "You are not satisfied with your desires."

Secretary Chen, who was sitting in the front row, choked on the tea and hurried to the flight attendant to get some extra tissues.

Yan Zonglang glanced at Secretary Chen expressionlessly, pursed his lips, and changed the subject: "Why isn't that painting of "Hundred Horses" sold?"

Shu Qingmo looked away after hearing the words, and asked curiously, "How do you know?"

Yan Zonglang said: "That anonymous buyer is me."

"That's it." Shu Qingmo suddenly realized, and then twitched the corners of her mouth, "I have been painting for three years, so you can pay 20 if you have the nerve."

"20?" Yan Zonglang frowned, "I quoted 100 million."

Shu Qingmo immediately realized what happened.

During that period, both he and Yan Zonglang were putting on airs, and neither of them would take the initiative to show affection, so Yan Zonglang pretended to be an anonymous buyer and bought paintings through Fanghua Art Museum, but Fang Wanrou planned to "make a profit from the middleman".

"It's really interesting." Shu Qingmo's eyes gradually turned cold, "I'll see how long she can dance."

After returning home and resting for a long time, Shu Qingmo's hoarseness eased a lot.

The tatters accumulated in the house for more than 20 years were all sold to the nearby waste recycling station. The originally cramped two-bedroom room suddenly opened up, just like Shu Qingmo's state of mind, sweeping away the haze of the previous period, and becoming relaxed and bright.

Early the next morning, Shu Qingmo went to Fanghua Art Museum.

Even though it was a working day, there were still many people visiting the art museum, and most of these people stopped in front of the showcase displaying "Hundred Steeds".

Next to the showcase, there are postcards, notebooks and other peripherals for sale.As soon as Shu Qingmo appeared, the surrounding areas were immediately swept away, and everyone rushed to get his autograph.

After finally signing the last postcard, Shu Qingmo breathed a sigh of relief, at this moment Fang Wanrou who was standing aside looked at him quietly and said, "It's really going downhill now."

Shu Qingmo was too lazy to talk, he walked to the showcase, raised his chin and said, "Give me the painting."

Last night Shu Qingmo agreed with Fang Wanrou that she would pick up the painting today.Normally, Fang Wanrou should have put away the painting in advance, and posted a notice at the entrance of the art museum, informing visitors that the Hundred Horses will no longer be exhibited.

However, Fang Wanrou didn't move at all, which only showed that she didn't want to waste a minute and a second of displaying this painting.

"You have been denounced so badly on the Internet, yet so many people buy your account." Fang Wanrou took out the key, and opened the cabinet slowly, "What else can I say?"

The tone of Fang Wanrou's words did not contain a hint of helplessness or jealousy, but rather cool, which shows that she does not think "black and red" is a good thing.

But in fact, Shu Qingmo is not black and red.

With a calm expression, he put the painting into the paper tube, carried it on his back, then casually glanced around the art gallery, and asked Fang Wanju, "Is there a convenient place to talk here?"

Fang Wanrou raised her eyebrows in surprise: "What do you want to say?"

Shu Qingmo said: "The topics you are interested in."

Fang Wanrou looked at Shu Qingmo calmly for a while, and finally took him to the staff passage on the first floor.There is a thick fire door separated from the exhibition hall, so there is no need to worry about someone eavesdropping.

"Do you usually not surf the Internet much?" Shu Qingmo asked.

"What?" Fang Wanrou didn't answer directly.

"You said I was condemned so badly," Shu Qingmo paused, "Don't you know that the public opinion on the Internet has already changed?"

Fang Wanrou's expression froze for a moment, but she quickly returned to her usual ease.She said: "It's true that the world is going downhill, and things like being in two boats can be forgiven by the public."

"Okay, you know in your own heart whether I'm stepping on two boats." Shu Qingmo said, "Only your idiot son can do such indecent methods."

"What did you say?" Fang Wanrou frowned, "Who are you calling an idiot?"

"Which son do you have?" Shu Qingmo asked amusedly, "Or do you want me to tell you that your son's name is Shu Yichen?"

"Shu Qingmo." Fang Wanrou said coldly with a dark face, "Have you been a little drifting lately? Don't forget that you are now a jobless vagrant. No one will take you seriously after the show is over."

"By the way," Shu Qingmo looked at Fang Wanrou calmly and asked, "Do you know that Shu Mengfu has resigned?"

This time Fang Wanrou's expression froze for a long while, disbelief written all over her face.

Shu Qingmo's guess was right, Shu Mengfu didn't dare to tell Fang Wanrou about it.Because if Fang Wanrou knew that she had resigned from the museum for a male singer, she would definitely be furious.

"You did it?" Fang Wanrou finally regained her strength, looked at Shu Qingmo viciously, and said, "What did you tell Dean Chang? She reminded me a few words, so why would you interfere with Xiaomeng?" work?"

"This matter has nothing to do with Dean Chang." Shu Qingmo said, "You can ask your precious daughter who 'won at the starting line' for the specific reason, but..."

Speaking of this, Shu Qingmo raised her hands and clapped her hands twice, and said flatly: "I have to applaud such a great love."

Fang Wanrou pursed her lips, obviously wanting to know the inside story, but she was unwilling to learn from Shu Qingmo.She adjusted her breathing and asked Shu Qingmo, "So you just want to tell me about this today? Do you feel very proud?"

"What's there to be proud of?" Shu Qingmo said nonchalantly, "Shu Mengfu didn't want to follow the path you arranged for her. She has been relieved. Should I be happy for her? ?”

"I don't care what you do behind your back." Fang Wanrou tensed her jawline, raised her chin and said, "Don't underestimate the Shu family's ability, I can make you sad tomorrow if you are happy today!"

Shu Qingmo thought it was funny, he said "Okay", and then said leisurely: "Fang Wanrou, you don't know that "Ladies Outing in Spring" has been mortgaged by your son, right?"

"What mortgage?" Fang Wanrou's high profile could no longer be maintained, and a look of panic appeared on her face.

Shu Qingmo also mentioned a few famous paintings collected by the Shu family, and then told Fang Wanrou that these paintings were mortgaged by Shu Yichen together with "Lady Outing in Spring".

Fang Wanrou didn't believe what Shu Qingmo said, so she immediately called Shu Yichen, so in the next minute, her expression went through a sequence of calmness, disbelief, and edge of rage, and finally stabilized and dignified decent.

She hung up the phone, looked at Shu Qingmo coldly and said: "I really underestimated you, you are more capable than your mother, and you found a reliable man."

Shu Qingmo felt a little strange when he heard the words, the fucking man was Shu Guohua, why did Fang Wanrou insinuate her husband?

"It's good that you know." Shu Qingmo said lightly, "You just said you wanted to make me sad, and I don't know if you can do it, but I'm sure..."

Shu Qingmo tilted her head slightly, looked straight at Fang Wanrou, her eyes were fierce and fierce like never before, but she softly uttered a few words: "If you dare to make me sad, then I will definitely let you compare I'm even more sad."

Fang Wanrou's expression turned to ice, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and swung her right hand without warning.

Speaking of which, Fang Wanrou and Shu Qingmo are not people who are used to doing things.However, Fang Wanrou is already in her 40s, so her slap speed is far behind Shu Qingmo's reaction speed.

Shu Qingmo leaned back and felt the palm wind flashing in front of her eyes.A cloud of anger sprang up in his heart, but he did not fight back immediately, but quietly observed the surrounding cameras.

After confirming that the location of the two people was in the blind spot of the camera, Shu Qingmo suppressed her anger because Fang Wanrou was a woman, and said, "Do you want to try again?"

Fang Wanrou sneered, raised her right hand again and said, "I hit you bastard!"

"Snapped--"

With a clear slap, Fang Wanrou stepped back unsteadily and fell to the corner of the wall. The elegant cheongsam on her body was rarely wrinkled, and the pattern on it was as distorted as her expression.

She covered her right cheek, stared at Shu Qingmo in disbelief and said, "How dare you hit me?!"

Shu Qingmo shook her left hand, and returned Fang Wanrou's words: "I hit you, the old witch."

"You!" Fang Wanrou took a few deep breaths, pointed at Shu Qingmo's nose tremblingly and said, "Why are you so uneducated, you bastard?!"

"What kind of education do you want from you?" Shu Qingmo cast a cold glance at Fang Wanrou, pushed open the fire door leading to the exhibition hall, and kindly reminded, "Pay attention to your image, what does it look like to show your thighs at such a young age?"

In order to maintain balance, Fang Wanrou separated her legs by about one meter, which caused her high-cut cheongsam to shrink upwards, which looked extremely indecent.

There were still many tourists in the exhibition hall outside, Fang Wanrou had to swallow her anger and stand up straight, staring at Shu Qingmo's leaving back with a face of unwillingness.

Coming out of the Fanghua Art Museum, Shu Qingmo was in a good mood, and the sky in his eyes seemed to be much bluer than usual.

He took a taxi back to the vicinity of the Academy of Fine Arts, and rarely had time to eat snacks on the street.Spike potatoes, sizzling tofu...the so-called dirty eating is not sick, each of these messy snacks is mouth-watering.

Until the horn sounded from the side of the street, Shu Qingmo, who was indulging in snacks, turned around and found that it was Yan Zonglang's black business car.

The tall and long-legged Yan Zonglang got out of the car, his suit and leather shoes didn't fit in with the surroundings, and attracted the attention of many passing students.

Shu Qingmo asked in surprise: "Mr. Yan, why are you here?"

"Go and see your house." Yan Zonglang said, "Have you packed your luggage?"

"Yeah." Shu Qingmo nodded, still feeling strange, "Aren't you going to work?"

It was only past ten o'clock in the morning, and it was still early before get off work time, Shu Qingmo really couldn't understand why Yan Zonglang would choose this time to visit his house.

"No." Yan Zonglang said, "I'm the boss, so if I don't want to go to work, I don't have to go to work."

……I do not want to go to work?

In Shu Qingmo's impression, Yan Zonglang was definitely a career freak.Every time he made careful calculations was to pave the way for his career, and now...he didn't want to go to work?

A white light flashed in Shu Qingmo's mind, he bent his eyes, looked at Yan Zonglang and said, "Mr. Yan, did you miss me, that's why you came to me?"

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, raised his eyes to look ahead and said, "How far is it from your home?"

Shu Qingmo pursed her lips, suppressing the upturned corners of her mouth.He took the initiative to hold Yan Zonglang's hand, and led him towards home: "Mr. Yan, you just miss me."