shallow affection

Fang Mingzhan learned about Le Yang's departure from Cangshi from his aunt.At that time, Jian Qingli was drying clothes on the balcony, and he received a call from Yang Ruoting, asking him if Le Yang had been wronged in Cangshi, otherwise, he would go to Australia for vacation without explaining to the company staff.

The reason for Le Yang's departure was naturally clear to Fang Mingzhan, but he pretended not to know and muddled through it.It's not because he's afraid of being scolded by his aunt, it's just out of concern for that troublesome cousin. After all, Le Yang has always maintained an obedient image in front of his parents. If his lewd and stupid things are suddenly exposed, the elders will definitely find it hard to accept. , and Le Yang's last piece of self-esteem will also be shattered.

Yang Ruoting was very dissatisfied with his answer, she thought that Fang Mingzhan had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a brother, but she couldn't reprimand him directly, so she hung up after a few pleasantries.

After a while, Yang Tong's call came.She blamed Fang Mingzhan for not caring enough about Le Yang at ordinary times, and her tone was harsh and high-pitched, as if she deliberately said it to others.Fang Mingzhan remained silent, and occasionally agreed perfunctorily, admitting that it was his fault, and looking forward to ending the call quickly.Yang Tong’s lecture was intended to appease his younger sister’s emotions, but he was also quite touched when he said it, and complained: “I shouldn’t have allowed you to return to China at the beginning. How much is that pharmaceutical company worth, so I will never forget it. Let you stay In London, help my uncle and uncle, so that the whole family will be together in the future, isn’t it good? You just have to go back, and you’re even eager to try with Le Yang.”

"That's right," Yang Ruoting couldn't help chiming in, "Come to your uncle, and you won't be treated badly. I'm afraid you don't like our small temple."

"I was born and raised in Cangshi, and I have feelings for this place, and I don't want to take root elsewhere." Fang Mingzhan retorted bluntly.While he was talking, Jian Qingli came back from the balcony, with brisk steps and bright eyes, she climbed onto the bed without making a sound, pulled the quilt over her chest, turned her head and smiled at him.

Seeing that Fang Mingzhan was busy, he looked for fun by himself, opened the mini program of Haibin Xiaoxiaole, and prepared to play a few games.As a result, as soon as I clicked into the game interface, the cheerful background sound rang out, which was shocking.

"What's going on?" Yang Tong's ears were sharp.

Fang Mingzhan was extremely calm: "Alarm clock."

Yang Tong said "Oh", I don't know if I believe it.She suddenly sighed anxiously and deeply, and said, "I'm always worried that you are alone in Cangshi. Since you don't want to stay in London, then I'll go back and take care of you."

"No need," Fang Mingzhan hastily refused, "You are not in good health, so you will recuperate over there. I am not a child, so I can take good care of myself."

"You live alone, how can I rest assured? If you have a family and a room, you can still support each other. Do you think why I keep urging you to go on blind dates? It's not for your own good. The Ge Yiyi I told you about last time, you can get Remember, whether you like it or not, you have to meet girls."

Fang Mingzhan didn't answer for a while, and glanced to the left out of the corner of his eye, and saw a white and tender arm with sparse hair, holding a mobile phone and playing happily, with colorful flashes on the screen.

"I see," he said, "hang up first."

Almost the moment he hung up the phone, Jian Qingli also put down the phone, and asked softly, "Finished?"

Fang Mingzhan nodded, his right hand slipped through the neckline where he had unbuttoned the two buttons, touched the rice grains with his thumb and forefinger, and pinched them lightly.

"So straight to the point," Jian Qingli lay flat on his back stretched, bit the corner of one lip hard, and made a funny face, "Don't you want to have some spiritual communication first?"

Fang Mingzhan kept moving, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a playful arc: "No one forbids you to communicate."

"Oh." Jian Qingli racked her brains and finally remembered something new, "Today Zhong Youling told me to shoot the cover of "hifashion" next month."

"Yes." Fang Mingzhan unbuttoned all the buttons of his pajamas.Jian Qingli doesn't have obvious abdominal muscles, but the flesh on her stomach is firm, with flat and smooth lines, and smooth to the touch, like a piece of warm jade that has been rubbed warm.

"Do you know who it is?" Jian Qingli endured the itching on his chest, kicked his legs unconsciously, and was immediately suppressed by Fang Mingzhan.

"Let me give you a hint. He is an actor. He is 30 years old this year. He acted in a very popular idol drama called "Cloudy Kite" before."

"Ah."

"Hmm, um, let you guess!" Jian Qingli angrily grabbed Fang Mingzhan's back.

Fang Mingzhan stared at him threateningly.Jian Qingli's eyes sparkled, and he provoked unscrupulously, "Why, want to pull out the pointed nails of the kitten?"

After finishing speaking, he himself was amused by this vulgar description.

Fang Mingzhan is not that cruel, besides, Jian Qingli is not a cat, he is a little fox with seven orifices and exquisite heart, who has transformed into countless cute and pitiful masks, and he has a bad relationship with him in this life.Although he couldn't pull out his nails and fold his tail, he could make him open his wet lips and let out a sticky moan.

After everything was over, Jian Qingli yawned with her pillow on Fang Mingzhan's arm, and even remembered to reveal the answer, saying that her subject was the big star Chu Quan, Xiang Tingzhou's boss.

Fang Mingzhan thought his more serious appearance was particularly funny, and nodded under Jian Qingli's mournful stare: "I see."

A few days later, Jian Qingli was invited to Xia Ziying's house for afternoon tea.The cause of the incident is as follows: he sent a message on Moments, asking all photographer friends if they had bought the Fuji GFX100, but Xia Ziying saw it and sent him a message saying that he had this machine at home and could lend it to him for practice.

Jian Qingli was a little moved, but his first reaction was still to refuse. He said that he didn't need such a high-end camera for his work, and he just asked casually out of curiosity.

Xia Ziying was so innocent that she insisted on lending it to him: "But I don't need this camera for the time being, and it's a waste to leave it alone. Since you're interested, just take it and use it."

Jian Qingli said it was really unnecessary, and after a while, Xia Ziying sent a message: "Do you hate me?"

Jian Qingli didn't dare to hate him, so she had no choice but to go to the appointment.

They basked in the sun on the terrace on the second floor of the villa, with multicolored glass above their heads, and rabbit sunflowers, hydrangeas, and roses growing around them. Xia Ziying liked plants, and this was a small garden specially opened for him by Xie Jiangyan.The maid brought desserts on delicate plates and made Jian Qingli Pu'er tea. Unable to bear Xia Ziying's pestering, the maid brought him a cup of mango smoothie. Before leaving, she repeatedly told him not to drink too quickly. , so as not to hurt the stomach.Xia Ziying made a face at the back of her leaving, and turned her head to find Jian Qingli looking at her, so she grinned.

He showed Jian Qingli his recent works and asked him if he had made any progress. Jian Qingli took a closer look and found that Xia Ziying's composition was good, but the photos were either overexposed or had obvious dark corners, and the technique needed to be improved.Holding someone else's Fuji GFX100 in his hand, it was inconvenient to pour cold water on him, so he smiled and said a lot of praise.

"Don't lie to me." Xia Ziying held her chin, sucked on the smoothie, and stared at the distant sky in a daze.At that moment, his spirit seemed to be a little slack, and he actually asked a strange question: "Brother Jian, do you...do you know any private detectives?"

Jian Qingli was surprised in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm, only observing secretly from the corner of his eye.Xia Ziying pinched the straw and stirred in the glass, melting the smoothie.He was restless, obviously regretting asking that question, but he didn't open his mouth to remedy it, and was still waiting for Jian Qingli's answer.

After hearing Jian Qingli's conclusive answer of "no", he was inexplicably relieved, and regained his composure, saying that he was just asking casually.

"What does your boyfriend do?" Xia Ziying changed the subject, concerned about Jian Qingli's emotional life, "You look so good-looking, I can't think of anyone who can match you."

Jian Qingli was embarrassed by the compliment, and said, "He's just a businessman, nothing compared to Mr. Xie."

When Xia Ziying heard Xie Jiangyan's name, she pouted, lowered her head to drink the smoothie, and didn't show much joy at the flattering words.

They chatted until the sun went down and both felt very close to each other.The accident came in a hurry, and while Jian Qingli was saying goodbye, Xia Ziying suddenly frowned, squatted down, clutching her stomach, her face pale as paper.Jian Qingli was terrified, but the housekeepers reacted quickly, quickly helping the young master to rest on the sofa, bringing water to him, and medicine to him.

A maid explained to Jian Qingli that the young master has always had a bad stomach.

A few minutes later, Xie Jiangyan came home. He still remembered Jian Qingli and greeted him politely. When he heard that Xia Ziying had a stomachache, he immediately lowered his face and scolded the housekeeper while walking to the living room.

Standing behind the cabinet at the door, Jian Qingli saw Xie Jiangyan holding Xia Ziying in his arms, covering his lower abdomen with his palms and gently rubbing, while kissing his forehead repeatedly, calling "baby" in a low voice.Xia Ziying hugged his neck with tears in her eyes, writhing in pain.

Jian Qingli suddenly remembered Xia Ziying's question about private detectives.If he wants to find detectives, he just needs to ask, and Xie Jiangyan will definitely send the best batch to him.But instead of begging Xie Jiangyan, he asked himself, which is really weird.

After leaving the villa, Jian Qingli took a borrowed Fuji camera and two lenses, and drove to the center of Cangcheng to take pictures. The GFX100 is a medium-format camera with [-] million pixels, which is a bit overkill for his daily work. He plans to take pictures of landscapes, urban culture, etc., which may even be published in Natural Geography magazines.

After tossing until the sunset, Jian Qingli was exhausted, took out her mobile phone and checked, but there was no news from Fang Mingzhan.He drove home, packed a serving of sauced pork ribs for dinner, and took a photo with a sense of ritual before starting the trip. He deliberately used brightly colored filters to make a plate of ordinary dishes vivid and delicious, and then posted To Fang Mingzhan, asked: "Eat?"

Fang Mingzhan replied quickly: "No."

Jian Qingli smiled: "Then eat me?"

This is a typical example of him healed his scars and forgot about the pain. Fang Mingzhan typed a few words badly, and before he was about to send them, he saw a bright red ① in the upper right corner of the prelife icon.

Cyan: Long time no contact, how are you doing?