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Long Dingchuan was teased by him until he almost collapsed, and he clasped his waist repeatedly, almost breaking it.

When Cui'er knocked on the door, Ye Linyun was the first to wake up, and quickly pushed him: "There is someone."

Long Dingchuan was still kneading his hands, ignored him, and continued to stroke his waist.

Ye Linyun blushed, struggled back, breathed rapidly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You...you stop."

Knowing that Cui'er was standing outside the door, Long Dingchuan snorted dissatisfied, held him and breathed gently: "Hurry up and promise me a big marriage, okay? If this continues, I will..."

Ye Linyun naturally understood the unfinished words, blushed and hummed.

Long Dingchuan immediately pulled him away, his eyes sparkling: "Did you agree?"

Ye Linyun...

"Promise to consider."

"Hurry up and think about it, okay?" Long Dingchuan's eyes dimmed, he wiped his swollen lips with his thumb, kissed him lightly again, and said softly, "Don't make me wait too long, okay?"

His voice was still hoarse after the love affair, and his deep eyes were staring at him like this, full of affection and pity, as well as a trace of pain, Ye Linyun froze and nodded.

Long Dingchuan hugged him tightly again: "I don't want to force you." It's just that he didn't get married, and he was always so uncertain, worrying about gains and losses, it was really suffering.

But he couldn't say such things to Ye Linyun, so he had to go to Mo Mingyu for a drink.

When they were young, they roamed the rivers and lakes together, living a happy life of love and hatred, drinking and riding horses.Later, both of them started to take charge of the family business, and what they often did was discuss business, deal with banquets, and drink together to put their minds to work, only a few times.

During this period of time, Mo Mingyu clearly felt that he had something on his mind.It's just between men, if you don't talk, I won't ask.He raised his glass, bowed his head and took a sip.

Long Dingchuan drank it all in one gulp, and said for a while, "When will you get married?"

Mo Mingyu Jiacai's hands stopped: "What?"

"Get ready for a big gift." After talking, the rest is easy to say, Long Dingchuan relaxed and teased.

"What about you? When. I'm ready too."

Hitting the disease, Long Dingchuan's face froze, but he didn't hide it, and sighed: "I always disagree."

Mo Mingyu raised his glass again in a good mood, and took a sip: "Cook raw rice for mature rice?"

It would be great if this is the case, Long Dingchuan shook his head, he was afraid that the rice would disappear after the raw rice was cooked.This inexpressible fear and concern.

"Is there something wrong?" Mo Mingyu paused, but still asked this sentence.

"There is something to do, but..." Long Dingchuan frowned, "Let's talk about it later." Touching Mo Mingyu's cup, he apologized.

"Anyway, with people around, how can there be so many things to think about?" Mo Mingyu thinks silently about a decisive person who is in a relationship, but isn't it the same when he thinks of himself?

One word awakened the dreamer, Long Dingchuan nodded, isn't that right?Anyway, when people are there, they always belong to themselves, so where else can they go?

But what if he really left?Where to find it?

He frowned again, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

"What about you? How's it going?" Long Dingchuan eased the depression in his heart and asked.

"Good."

"You really don't want to get married?"

"Think, why don't you want to?" Mo Mingyu raised his head and glanced at him. At this time, both of them were drinking a little too much, he talked more, and said frankly, "You don't know me yet, when you beat him when he was so young, I He's the only one I've ever wanted to marry."