temperature of the sun

"Qiu Yan..."

Chou Sen always felt very familiar when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he figured it out.

"Oh, there is such a person, who happened to be here today, what's the matter, do you know him?"

"do not know."

"Tsk, then why are you asking?"

"This person messed with my child. Since you know him, save me the trouble of finding him."

Chou Sen grasped the key words in Liao Muyang's words and became a little interested, took a deep breath of thick smoke, and said playfully.

"Your child? Yangzi, you have a new love, or are you a student? It's ok, the old cow eats tender grass and the sword is not old."

Liao Muyang took his last puff of cigarette, dropped the cigarette butt and crushed it with his foot, and sneered at Qiu Sen's teasing words, but had no other reaction.

After all, they have been friends for many years, and Liao Muyang is very clear about the habit of joking and harmless.

"Same virtue as Fatty."

Qiu Sen smiled when he heard Liao Muyang's words, and stopped talking nonsense and asked about serious matters.

"What is it called Qiu Yan? I just took a look at it today. I started the game. All the idle kids in the Xincheng school came. I figured who brought them here. I didn't care. .”

"What did he do to your child, whether he was looking for trouble or asking for money, I will go over to remind Qiu Yan later."

Listening to Chou Sen's words, Liao Muyang subconsciously retracted the hand holding the mobile phone, and the knuckles were a little white when he squeezed too hard.

He licked the tight teeth with the tip of his tongue and continued: "Rape, today it was almost."

Qiu Sen listened to Liao Muyang's words, and the words in the words also accepted that laughing tone.

"Well, okay, I see, the old rules are still what you want to do?"

"Old rules, find a few people to play with him by the way."

"Okay, no problem, I'll start when I'm done, and I'll take care of it for you tonight."

Liao Muyang clamped the phone with his face and shoulders close together, and after listening to Chou Sen's words, he took out a cigarette with his empty hands and lit it again, and then released the phone.

"Well, you should be careful, your area has been strictly inspected recently, don't leave any clues for the opponent's family."

"Drill into the dead corner of the monitoring, don't leave footprints with masks and gloves, and don't make too much noise until you click, so there is no problem."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Lawyer Liao, you know the law and broke the law, and you took the lead in guiding the murder. If you want to poke it out, you have to go in and swim for a few years."

Liao Muyang heard the indecent tone on the other side, raised his eyebrows subconsciously, took a deep breath, and said.

"If you are threatened by someone because of the particularity and violate the legal provisions, it is not the party's own will, it is an act to protect its own safety, and the party did not participate in the action, it is easy to get rid of the crime, pay a little compensation at most, and the person who does the action can bear another threat personal safety offense."

"Hiss, Yangzi, I'm suddenly very glad that I and you are good friends."

"You're welcome, I don't think there is anything wrong with being friends with you for the time being."

"Congratulations baby, your shameless skills have reached a new level."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Naturally, Qiu Sen knew that even if he had two more mouths, he would not be able to say enough to Liao Muyang, so the two jokes were more or less to the point.

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I still have something to do. Lu Jie is almost too busy alone. I will send you a message later when I solve it."

Liao Muyang knew that Qiu Sen was always busy at night, so he answered without saying anything, and was about to hang up, when he suddenly remembered something and added something.

"You are here to paint tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes, about one o'clock."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense when you come tomorrow, the first child in the family is very good, and your inconspicuous appearance can easily scare people."

"Understand, understand, never scare your baby."

"Well, hang up."

"okay, see you tomorrow."

Liao Muyang put the phone from his ear back to his sight, raised his hand and tapped the screen to hang up the phone.

There was still half of the cigarette left to be sent to his mouth, and he took a deep breath looking at the dark night scene outside.

Brother Liao had already passed the sophomore age when he thought fighting and killing were cool, so he naturally wouldn't have any illusion of a bright face for this kind of bastard behavior.

But for some things, it is really unrealistic to use the law to solve it, and it is extravagant and lengthy, and there are many messy things that cannot be said and troubles about this kind of thing and the child's own situation.

To put it bluntly, it is not suitable for the public riots, and there is no need to make it bigger than various situations, so it is still very practical to use violence to control violence at certain times.

Even though Liao Muyang somewhat disdained this kind of hypocritical enthusiasm that belonged to the rebellious period of youth, he had to admit that this method was really useful for dealing with a young man who was too immoral and had no bottom line at this age.

After all, it is very unreasonable for an old hooligan who knows the law to really want to punish people.

As Brother Liao inhaled deeply, the second cigarette soon burned to ashes.

He lowered his head and smelled the slightly heavy smell of cigarettes on his body, and decided to blow the cold wind at the door for about ten minutes to dissipate the smell before re-entering the room.

Since Lin Sheng heard the sound of Liao Muyang closing the door when he went out, he put down the charcoal pencil in his hand, and raised his drooping neck that was already sore.

He raised his hands and held his face, as if he wanted to use the cool temperature in his hands to cool down the warmth on his cheeks, but when he put his right hand on his cheeks, Lin Sheng couldn't help but think of Liao Muyang's tight hands just now. Clenched his hand tightly.

The temperature on this cheek completely lost the chance to drop, and even added fuel to the fire.

Lin Sheng stared blankly at his right hand, and subconsciously raised his hand to the tip of his nose to smell it. He really smelled a trace of scent left on it, which was exactly the same as the indescribable scent on Liao Muyang's body.

Lin Sheng thought for a while and thought it was Liao Muyang's own deodorant.

The pair of black grape eyes looked at the back of the hand and blinked, and then smiled slightly, and the pear dimples beside the corners of the lips were deep, making people want to poke.

His appearance was small and exquisite, but with such a slight smile, he looked more like a ceramic doll.

Lin Sheng was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses, and no longer guarded the faint fragrance in his hand like a baby, picked up the charcoal pencil again, and followed Liao Muyang's words, and carefully practiced the strokes on the paper .

When Liao Muyang came back and just entered the door, what he saw was the obedient little Lin Sheng.

Brother Liao once again sighed in his heart, how could there be such a soft and cute child at the age of seventeen or eighteen in this world.

The gloomy expression on his face when he thought of Qiu Yan suddenly changed to spring, and he closed the door lightly, not disturbing Lin Sheng who was already in a state of mind.

Brother Liao stepped lightly to stand behind Lin Sheng and bent down, maintaining the previous posture.

Lin Sheng didn't realize that Liao Muyang had returned until he felt the sound of breathing, as well as the temperature on his back and the familiar fragrance. His little heart, which had finally calmed down, was once again overloaded by easy teasing.

"Good, got the point."

While looking at Lin Sheng's painting, Liao Muyang rubbed Lin Sheng's head with his right hand.

The tenderness of the rough man's patience is simply impeccable.

"Practicing brushstrokes at the beginning will be very boring. If you get tired of painting, go to play with Da Mao, that is, the husky who is obviously overweight lying in the corner."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng's eyes were drawn to the self-proclaimed Da Mao in the corner.

In fact, the husky's face was still very resistant when it was quiet. Lin Sheng had seen the big hair a few times before, and when he saw the layers of slippery hair, he wanted to touch it.

But after all, he was not familiar with Da Mao and had not obtained Liao Muyang's consent, so Lin Sheng had no choice but to let go of this idea.

Now that Liao Muyang took the initiative to mention this matter, Lin Sheng's heart of wanting to suck dogs and fluff their hair was immediately lifted to a high point.

He turned around and gestured to Liao Muyang.

can i touch it

"Okay, Big Mao is very lazy, he doesn't bite, he just wants to be pampered by others."

"If you want to touch it, you can touch it even if you are bald."

After obtaining Liao Muyang's consent, Lin Sheng got up from the chair without hesitation, walked to Da Mao's side and squatted down, gently rubbing Da Mao's soft belly.

Da Mao saw that a free hair shaving worker had come, he hummed a few times comfortably, and even turned over in a very cooperative manner, facing Lin Sheng with his belly up.

Lin Sheng watched Da Mao's movements, squinted his eyes and smiled, and sat beside Da Mao, hugging his bent knees with one hand, and stroking the soft fur on Da Mao's stomach with the other, completely realizing that he had wanted to masturbate for many years. Heart of a dog.

Liao Muyang leaned against the table with his arms crossed, watching the scene where Lin Sheng and Da Mao were so warm that they almost burst into colorful bubbles, and for the first time felt that the silly dog ​​he raised wasn't too stupid.

He smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, stopped standing, returned to the previous seat, took out the marker pen and filled in the unfinished sketch.

The night passed extremely quickly, and it was already eleven o'clock when Liao Muyang finished collecting the drawings.

Lin Sheng stroking next to Da Mao felt drowsy and drowsy, and finally fell asleep hugging his knees.

Liao Muyang looked at the soft and obedient person curled up into a ball, naturally he was reluctant to wake him up, so he gently picked him up and sent him back to the room.

Maybe it was because of today's bad day, Lin Sheng was very tired, he was still sound asleep when Liao Muyang hugged him, and he was still not awake when Liao Muyang closed the door and went out.

But it's a good thing that he didn't wake up. With Lin Sheng's personality, if he woke up halfway and saw himself being hugged by Liao Muyang, he would probably dig a hole and bury him on the spot.