Prodigal son

The art exhibition went smoothly, Qiao Jingan couldn't understand the local people's words, and it didn't make any sense to go out with an unfamiliar translator. Now that Qiao Chen came here, he just wandered around and stayed by Qiao Jingan's side most of the time.

The members of the delegation also knew the feelings of the two brothers. Even when Qiao Jingan didn't go back to his room, they would turn a blind eye or close their eyes.Only Chang Dong occasionally felt a little pitiful to be alone, but he didn't know why, that President Qiao always didn't like to let him get too close to Qiao Jingan, or it was his own illusion.

The hotel that Qiao Chen and his group booked was the same hotel as that of Qiao Jingan and others, but the difference was that Qiao Jingan and others were paid by the delegation, and he was at his own expense.

After taking a shower, Qiao Jingan nestled under the quilt and watched those cartoon characters jumping around on TV. When Qiao Chen came out of the bathroom, Qiao Jingan was rolling on the bed laughing. He sighed and took a half-dry Towel, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, pulled Qiao Jingan to lean on his lap, and resigned himself to helping him wipe his hair.

On the TV was the Chinese-dubbed CD he bought for Qiao Jingan, which was the story of a stupid cat and a smart mouse, which made it completely impossible to see anything special about it.

Qiao Jingan lay on Qiao Chen's body, and stretched out his arms to hug Qiao Chen. Without paying attention, Qiao Chen lay down on the bed. He put the towel aside helplessly, hugged Qiao Jingan in his arms, and stroked his half-dried hair. He asked indifferently, "That Chang Dong, how is he?"

"His paintings are good, and he's an interesting person." Qiao Jingan played with the strap of Qiao Chen's nightgown, leaned against Qiao Chen's chest, let go of his usual defenses and vigilance, "You don't like him?"

Qiao Chen said in a flat tone, "I only like you." He reached down, pulled away the strap of Qiao Jingan's pajamas, turned over and pressed Qiao Jingan under him, and kissed him on the forehead, "Xiao An, I don't like you being with other people. Too close."

Qiao Jingan put his arms around Qiao Chen's neck, the corners of his mouth raised, "Are you being jealous like this?" pinching Qiao Chen's earlobe, Qiao Jingan smiled warmly, "Or, you don't trust me."

Pulling the hand that was messing around the ear and kissing it, Qiao Chen leaned down and whispered in Qiao Jingan's ear, "I just care too much about you."

The warm breath brushed Qiao Jingan's ears, causing him to shrink his neck, but his hands gradually wrapped around Qiao Chen's waist.How could Qiao Chen fail to notice his movements, kissed the corner of Qiao Jingan's lips, sighed gradually, hooked Qiao Jingan's soft lips, sucked gently, gradually moved his hand down, rubbed his waist, and hit the navel. turn, and hold the lower one.

"Hmm..." The small moan was stopped by the kiss, but the movements of Qiao Chen's hands did not slow down, on the contrary, they became more provocative, and even slid his fingertips across the sensitive front.

The hand around his waist was getting heavier and heavier. Qiao Chen let go of Qiao Jingan's lips, and the tip of his tongue slid across his white throat. He was very satisfied to hear the other person's breathing intensified. He didn't stop and kissed gently. Kiss the protrusion on the chest, and let go of the other party when the other party groans.

"Brother," Qiao Jingan opened his eyes dissatisfied, but the next moment his whole body tensed up, because somewhere under his body was contained in a certain warm space, which made him feel indescribably comfortable.

"Hmm..." He gripped the sheet under his body tightly until the irritation under his body reached a critical point, "Brother, I..." The feeling of exploding all over his body made him dizzy for a while, so that somewhere below was frozen Something intruded and didn't respond.

By the time he reacted, three fingers had already entered behind him, and the stimulation somewhere made him breathe harder again.

When the two became one, they hugged each other tightly, exchanging kisses, and could no longer notice anything else.

On the TV screen, the kitten named Tom gave the little mouse Jack a piece of delicious cake on Christmas Eve. The little mouse had a pot of cake, and a mousetrap popped out of the cake, but this mousetrap could not catch the mouse, but It was playing sweet Christmas carols.

Since even cats and mice can live in peace, what is impossible in this world?

Not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns. Qiao Chen hasn't touched Qiao Jing'an for several days, so the two of them are like firewood when they are together. They linger several times before it is completely over.

Qiao Jingan stayed still on the bed, Qiao Chen put away the bath water and adjusted the water temperature without complaint, then went back to the bedside and hugged Qiao Jingan into his arms. A princess hug came and carried his lover into the bathroom.

Then there was Qiao Jingan lying motionless in the bathtub, Qiao Chen taking the bath, drying Qiao Jingan's body, and then carrying him to bed again, his movements were extremely skillful and experienced.

When he lay down on the bed, Qiao Jingan was already half asleep and half awake. He seemed to hear Qiao Chen saying that he was going to XX Bank to do some business in a daze. He hugged Qiao Chen's arms and fell into a coma.

When I woke up the next day, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning, and Qiao Chen had already left, because this time I only needed the paintings to be exhibited, not necessarily the artist, so Qiao Jingan changed his clothes, and went to the restaurant downstairs to have breakfast, As soon as breakfast was ordered, there was one more person beside me.

"Qiao Jing'an, you didn't go to the exhibition hall today?" Chang Dong ordered two breakfasts casually, looked a little tired, and understood, "You and your brother have a really good relationship. We chatted for a long time last night?"

Thinking of last night, Qiao Jingan coughed dryly, "It's been a while." He glanced at the big TV in the dining room, the screen was a bit chaotic, and it seemed that there were police officers. He couldn't understand Japanese, so he had to ask Chang Dong next to him, "The TV said What?"

Chang Dong knew some Japanese, so he could vaguely hear the general idea, "It seems that a bank was robbed by a few robbers, but the police arrived and hijacked a bank president and a client who happened to be negotiating business."

"Bank," Qiao Jingan's expression changed slightly, his eyes fixed on the screen, he couldn't see anything except the reporters and the crowd outside the cordon, "Which bank?"

Chang Dong listened again, and then said with certainty, "XX Bank."

Qiao Jingan's face darkened. He remembered that Qiao Chen said he was going to this bank to do business yesterday. He took out his finger, pressed the shortcut key, and dialed Qiao Chen's cell phone. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered it.The uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense. Normally, even if Qiao Chen was in a meeting, he would always answer the phone. Why did the phone ring for so long now?

The more he thought about it, the more he panicked, he stood up abruptly, and ran out. Seeing that Qiao Jingan's expression was not right, Chang Dong hurriedly chased him out, "Qiao Jingan, what's wrong with you?"

The phone in his coat pocket was vibrating all the time, but Qiao Chen couldn't move, because he, the president and Shen Jun were being pointed at by three robbers, and the outside of the bank was full of policemen and guards.

The negotiator hadn't even entered the door before he was shouted back by the robbers. He had a wry smile in his heart, and he didn't know if he would be able to escape unscathed today. He glanced at the pale-faced president beside him, and Shen Jun, who was sweating on his forehead, and his heart ached. A thought popped up suddenly, if Xiao An knew what happened here, he would not know how anxious he would be.

When Qiao Jingan arrived at the scene, the police had already sealed off the bank, and the surrounding area was crowded with reporters from various TV stations. Some reporters saw him at the scene and squeezed forward and asked in awkward Chinese, "Qiao Jun, your brother was arrested by gangsters. Hostage, what do you think?"

"I see your sister, what do you think at this time," Chang Dong, who was following behind Qiao Jingan, gasped and scolded softly, and then he saw Qiao Jingan, who was always polite to others, push away several reporters with one hand, and rushed straight to the gate of the bank. Two policemen stepped forward to stop him, but he pushed them away one by one, as easy as pushing away two rabbits.

Chang Dong stared dumbfounded at Qiao Jingan's dodges before reaching the door of the bank, and then lifted his foot, the tempered glass door shattered into pieces.

"Bruce Lee possessed!" Chang Dong was even more surprised.

But the police and the robbers were stunned, and no one reflected the sudden change. No one could have imagined that the tempered glass door for anti-theft and anti-thief was kicked into pieces just like that. , or a layer of plastic film?

Seeing Qiao Jing'an walking in, the three robbers realized that they dragged the hostage and put it on their foreheads.

The snipers behind Qiao Jingan and on the opposite building were also tensely waiting. After the chief of the police department knew the identities of the two brothers of the Qiao family, he almost didn't grab the land with his head. He was afraid that if he was not careful, a bank president would disappear. A big entrepreneur and painting genius in China will also disappear, which will be an international shame, and even cause international disputes if you are not careful.

"Don't come here," the robber yelled at Qiao Jingan, "I will shoot."

Qiao Jingan didn't know what the other party said, but he understood the general meaning. He glanced at Qiao Chen and forced a smile on his face, "Brother, trust me."

Before Qiao Chen could say anything in the future, he saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes, the sound of wailing, and then another gunshot. Before he could react, he felt a black shadow flashing in front of him, and there were a few snaps, three pistols He flew out of the bank and fell to pieces.Then the person holding him flew out lightly, and he was protected by Qiao Jingan behind his thin back.

There were two more muffled sounds, and the three robbers lay on the ground, howling continuously, but they couldn't stand up anyway.

"Brother, are you alright?" His hands were clenched tightly, and he felt pain. Qiao Chen looked at the pale Qiao Jingan, and hurriedly hugged him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm fine." .”

Qiao Jingan tightly wrapped his arms around Qiao Chen's waist, unable to say a word, fortunately these people don't know martial arts, fortunately this is not the world he lives in.

The bank president on one side looked at the hem of his clothes pierced by the bullet in panic, and sat on the ground with a plop, unable to stand up for a long time.

"Oh, the Emperor, this is the real Kung Fu of the Celestial Dynasty," the chief of the Police Department looked at this scene, and said to the police officer beside him blankly, "Did you see that, just swished twice."

The policeman said, "Hidden weapon?"

The two were speechless.

The police rushed into the lobby of the bank, only to see a shiny silver thing, a dinner fork, in each of the three thugs' right hands.

Immediately, all the policemen were in awe of Qiao Jingan.

The reporters also rushed in, but Qiao Jingan and his party were protected by the police and boarded the police car. When they got in the car, Qiao Jingan still hadn't recovered from his nerves, and his palms were cold.

"I'm fine," Qiao Chen hugged him into his arms again, "I'm fine."

Qiao Jingan held Qiao Chen's hand tightly, "We'll go back tomorrow."

"Okay." Looking at Qiao Jingan's still pale face, his heart ached.All the lack of self-confidence and uncertainty in my heart is gone now.

If he still suspects that Xiao An doesn't love him enough, that would be an insult to this relationship.He is very lucky that the person he loves also loves him deeply.

Sitting in the corner, Shen Jun, whose legs were so frightened, looked at the brothers who were comforting each other, and his face was full of introverts. Don't think that I am a living person, but the second young master is indeed a master, otherwise he might have eaten it by now. The gun is gone.

It was a long time later that Shen Jun found out that the original move was called Shaolin Chain Kick.And the few guests who were taken away by Qiao Jingan in the restaurant expressed their great honor.

Not long after, the bank signed a deal with Qiao's, and was very grateful to Qiao Jing'an, and served for decades of benign cooperation.

After this incident, there was an upsurge of foreign friends learning Celestial Kungfu. More and more people said that Celestial Dynasty is a mysterious country.There are still many media that call Qiao Ershao an expert, but all this has nothing to do with Qiao Jingan. He only needs to eat his favorite food every day, draw a few pictures, write a few words, and occasionally write a few words when he is in a good mood. It is enough for TV programs to refresh the lower limit of Qiao Chen's loyal dog every day.