How did Bundi get caught by Lao Gong at the scene?

In order to see An Yichu, Li Qing went out of his way to buy clothes that fit other people's designs, and even smoked his eyes until his eyes turned red and shed tears for the pitiful and miserable person he was about to make.

The boy in the mirror still had palm prints on his face. He was delicate and fragile. His thin bangs were draped over his forehead obediently, covering his browbones. Lovely.

Li Qing nodded in satisfaction, he looked pitiful and embarrassed, but if he pretended to be shy or embarrassed, he would become coquettish.

Very good!

When the phone rang, Li Qing immediately ran back to the bed and pulled the pillow away. The words "Uncle An" on the screen made people's hearts move.

Not answering immediately, Li Qing stared at the phone, counting the time in his mind, and picked it up to connect when he felt that it was almost time.

"Mr. An."

Carefully and with surprise.

"Okay, I'm downstairs."

The man's voice came into the ear, and the corners of Li Qing's lips raised uncontrollably, wishing he could just jump down the stairs, rush into the man's arms, press him on the car and kiss him.

Mature men are really too good at it, Li Qing sinks into An Yichu's tenderness and cannot extricate himself.

No one has ever cared so much about him, and would rush over by plane just because of his words...

Li Qing couldn't wait to have this man, he was so comfortable and sleepy.

"Mr. An, wait for me, I'll go down right away."

Li Qing didn't hang up the phone, and trotted downstairs. When he got to the entrance, he didn't even change his shoes. He opened the door and ran out wearing slippers.

Running all the way to An Yichu, Li Qing held his cell phone and looked up at the man in front of him.

"Mr. An..."

The boy was panting slightly, his eyes were moist and red, his cheeks were also red, and his chest heaved violently.

The boy's skin is very fair, so the red mark on his face is particularly obvious.

An Yichu's eyes turned cold for a moment, and then became distressed in an instant.

"Who hit it?" An Yichu stretched out his hand, put it down again, not daring to touch it: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Li Qing lowered his eyes.

He has loved to fight since he was a child. He has beaten people and been beaten. His face really doesn't hurt much anymore.But this look has a different meaning in An Yichu's eyes.

An Yichu pursed his lips, thinking of what he found out, he had a guess in his heart.

"Why did you run in such a hurry? What if you fell?" Rubbing Li Qing's hair, the man still couldn't control it. He stroked his cheek with his fingertips.

"I, I..." Li Qing bit her lips, lowered her head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "I want to see Mr. An."

President Anda has lived to be 32 years old, and he has never had such a clear heart for anyone, and he never thought that he would be attracted to a child who is 14 years younger than him.

The man whose appearance is as stable as Mount Tai has already had a turbulent heart. He wanted to show off, but he was afraid that the collapse of the person would scare his sweetheart, so he pinched his palms and said softly, "I want to see you too."

Li Qing's ears were red, as a voice controller, if An Yichu always talked to him like this, his ears would definitely be pregnant.

"Hey, did you put medicine on your face?"

"No."

President An gave up his mature and stable personality, and was domineering for a while, pinching his sweetheart's chin to force him to look up, looking into his red eyes, "Is there any medicine at home? I'll wipe it for you."

Li Qing hadn't figured out how to get An Yichu to go home with him, but he never thought that An Yichu would send him to his door.

Li Qing lowered his eyes, his eyes wandered, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Yes, there is medicine."