Is Mr. Ling doing well today?

This kiss lasted for a long time, silent and gradually rough.

In the glaring sun and dry air, Ling Xuan stepped on Liang Zhao's shoes on tiptoe, and held his neckline tightly with his hands. Although he was looking up, he was more active and tough.

For a long time, there seemed to be a different kind of plundering fight between the lips and teeth of the two.It wasn't until their lips were dry and their clothes began to sweat that they stepped back and let go of each other.

Liang Zhao inserted his fingers under Ling Xuan's headband to help tidy up his hair stuck together by sweat.

Until he put down his hand, the other party's light panting still lingered in his ears, and laughter came after a while.

I don't know if it's because of the heat, or because the vital capacity has reached the limit, but Ling Xuan's cheeks glowed with vivid color.When his outstanding facial features are dyed with a smile, they are even more beautiful and unique.

"Kissing Lianggong is really interesting. It's completely upright and gentlemanly. It will neither hide nor take the initiative to take advantage of it. It seems that no matter how long you want to kiss, you can accompany it."

Obviously it was he who said the words to tease people about their jerky kissing skills, but the taste changed in his ears.

Liang Zhao pursed his lips slightly, and did not speak in response, but turned around quietly, sat on the spot with one knee curled up, and Ling Xuan also bent over and squatted down upon seeing this.

Climbing to the top of the sand dunes has exhausted too much physical strength, and they have been facing each other for a long time under the scorching sun. Now they all need to replenish their physical strength.

The two sat together on the top of the sand dunes, facing the vast landscape and looking far away.

There is a continuous red desert piled up with fine sand and dust under your feet, and the lines that stand shoulder to shoulder with the clouds are like graceful and soft ribbons, which make people imagine.

In front of this continuous and fantastic red, anyone becomes very small.

Ling Xuan drank half a bottle of mineral water facing the clearly intertwined hills, and was about to turn his body to say something to Lianggong, but during a slightly large movement, the shoes he had just taken off along the sand pile The edge fell off.

Liang Zhao stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was a pity that the shoe tumbled to a place where it was almost invisible due to gravity.Subconsciously, he turned his eyes to the young man beside him, but he heard the man let out a sigh of regret.

"what……"

Ling Xuan casually kicked the remaining shoe at his feet, and said with a smile: "If Lianggong hadn't been injured a while ago, I would have kicked this one away too, so that someone would carry me on his back out."

Liangzhao didn't speak when he heard the sound, but stood up silently, and carefully walked down the high hill, following the traces made by the shoe on the soft sand, and finally picked it up.

Returning to the top of the hill with the lost sneakers, the slender figure over 1.9 meters slowly knelt down on one knee, holding Ling Xuanchi's feet on the hot sand with his left hand.

"Liang Gong..." Ling Xuan's white toes that fell on Liang Zhao's palm trembled slightly.

Liangzhao, on the other hand, brushed off the sand on the soles of Ling Xuan's feet in a natural and gentle manner, helped him put on his shoes and socks again, then turned around and passed his broad back over.

"You can come up now." His deep voice came clearly.

"If I carry you down, it must be because I want to, not because you lost your shoes."

Ling Xuan was slightly startled, and then his smile became even brighter. He only used his strength to lay down on Liangzhao's back, then stood up, and replied with a smile, "Then why am I willing to do so?"

Leaving the towering sand dunes does not seem to save much effort than climbing. The two supported each other's shoulders and walked slowly for a while before returning to the horizon.

Going forward along the established route is the end point of viewing.

Because of the terrain changes and climatic factors here, the place that was once full of vitality has become a valley of death where there is no grass.

Looking around is a piece of camel thorns that have been sleeping for thousands of years. They are dry and twisted, but they guard the desert like ghosts.

"Why don't they fall and rot?" Ling Xuan touched these withered bodies with different postures and said to himself.

Liang Zhao replied softly, "Even though the body is dead, the roots are still there."

Ling Xuan turned his head when he heard the sound, and the person standing not far behind him just pressed the camera button, and these dedicated guards, together with his lover's gaze, were captured in the camera.

After walking out of the desert park, Liang Zhao arrived at the hotel and villa booked in advance after only a short drive.

In the past few days, I have been wandering all the way, and I really need to supplement high-quality sleep.Therefore, when comparing the outdoor tents that can watch the star river at night, he still chose the double-layer sand sea view room.

The various facilities in the villa are quite complete, making it impossible to imagine that you are still staying on the edge of the desert.

Liang Zhao simply took a shower downstairs and was about to go back to his room to rest. Passing by the spiral staircase on the first floor, he happened to see a figure with a straight back sitting on a hanging chair.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the afterglow of the setting sun like a scroll, and a piece of red light passed through the glass and fell on Ling Xuan's body, peacefully and peacefully.

He unconsciously swayed the chair under him, checked the company's monthly report on his laptop, and drank the iced drink on the table.

Liang Zhao approached with light steps, and raised the chin of the figure's owner from behind.

Ling Xuan seemed to have been taken aback, and when he looked up and saw a familiar face, he was relieved again.

"Good job."

"Ah."

Liang Zhao responded in a low voice, but kept moving his hands. He lifted the corner of the young man's jaw to a suitable angle, and leaned over to lean over.

Unexpectedly, he kissed a mouthful of rose-flavored wine, which was cold and sweet.

Withdrawing the corners of his lips, the always calm and reserved researcher opened his voice gently: "I have almost learned the new move you taught, please check and accept it, Teacher Ling."

The last serious three-character title made Ling Xuan laugh.

"Did you take a shower? Did the wound touch the water?"

"No, I'm careful."

When Liang Zhao answered, he sat down next to the young man.When the distance was drawn in again, he noticed that Ling Xuan was not just looking at documents, there was still an unanswered online meeting invitation hanging on the taskbar of his computer.

Ling Xuan didn't wear a Bluetooth headset, so he pressed the connect button frankly, and at the same time raised his eyes and cast a look of [I'll be busy for a while].

"Boss Ling."

"Good evening, Mr. Ling."

"..."

The portraits connected on the video storyboard are all Dr executives.According to the time difference, it should be almost midnight in China at this time, but judging from the background, these people are still in the working environment.

No wonder it is a financial vane company.

Even if Ling Xuan was not shy at all, Liang Zhao was not interested in listening to the internal meetings of other companies.He casually took out a local humanities magazine from the bookshelf, sat aside and quietly flipped through it.

The network connection at the entrance of the desert is not stable, and Ling Xuan's computer screen will occasionally disconnect the signal and automatically refresh.At this time, the young man rested his head with one hand and waited patiently.

It is inevitable to be sleepy after playing for a whole day, and coupled with the poor network, Mr. President will sometimes doze off with his lips covered.And when someone on the other side said something important, he suddenly opened his eyes from the state of closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Liang Zhao lightly flipped through a page of the album, and looked sideways at the clear-eyed boyfriend beside him. He was obviously too tired to keep his eyes open, but he still had to work hard, and it was inevitable that he felt a little distressed.

He stretched out his arm in silence, and wrote a few words on the table with the water drops on the side of the wine glass with his fingertips.

[rest for a bit. ]

Ling Xuan lowered his black eyes, calmly dipped in the rose wine, and wrote to respond.

[You go first, I'm working. ]

For some reason, Liang Zhao's mind suddenly remembered some pictures from the past.

When Wu Ze was studying abroad for a Ph. D., he often had to work on papers all night long, and the maniac with severe facial paralysis in his family was always quietly by his side, and occasionally made a small appeal.

Liang Gong frowned, and flatly used the "bringing doctrine", and wrote a quotation on the desktop that he temporarily copied homework from Cen Qi.

[Sleep with me. ]

After finishing the last stroke with his beautiful fingers, Liang Gong even sighed softly.

What I used to sneer at, I actually do it so easily.

Ling Xuan tilted his head slightly, and was obviously surprised to see the vigorously written words on the table, and then he raised his eyebrows and gave a reply with a smile.

[OK, wait for a while. ]

Then, Mr. Ling resumed the state just now, drooping his tired eyelashes, and continued the meeting.

Liang Zhao pondered for a moment with no expression on his face, then put away his book, and the seemingly unintentional action just knocked down the glass on the table.

The rose wine poured out immediately, and the flowing liquid rolled all over the table, wet Ling Xuan's white shirt cuffs.

The thin cloth was translucently attached to his skin, revealing a cold white and fair flesh color.

Liang Zhao pursed his lips and said nothing, took out a tissue to help clean up, while two fingers dipped in cold wine quietly drew Ling Xuan's wrist.

"..."

Being teased so extravagantly, Boss Ling not only got distracted from the meeting, even most of his sleepiness disappeared.

This is the basic quality of top scientific researchers.

He applied what he had learned and made inferences about other cases from one instance.

Looking at his clothes that were almost wet to his shoulders, Ling Xuan smiled mischievously, imitating Liang Gong's tone of response in the past.

"Don't make trouble."

Ding--

A computer system prompt sounded, the video conference was temporarily suspended, and a new call window came in.

Dr Qiao Jianan, Chief Financial Officer, is online.

"Good evening." Ling Xuan adjusted the expression on his face and greeted him.

"What a shit."

Director Qiao, who got the news from the president's special assistant, came here specially to arrest him, and he couldn't wait to speak when he saw his boss's face.

"Ling Xuan, hurry up and come back to me. Where did you go to enjoy yourself after so long? Can you keep track of all the things in the company?

"And your annual leave will be over soon, should I take it instead? How did you guarantee it when you were let go?"

"..."

For Ling Xuan, in the years after his parents passed away, Qiao Jian'an's role was like an undeserved elder.Not only admonish and guide in official affairs, but also often monitor and take care of him in private.

Having been scolded by him since he was a teenager, Ling Xuan has long been immune to this person's poisonous tongue.

The young president leaned back, his face calm and he replied: "As the old saying goes, you will not accept the orders of the generals. I am the king. Why does Mr. Qiao think he can order me?"

"Don't give me words, no matter where you are, take the nearest flight back." Qiao Jianan, who was just half asleep, was not in the mood to argue at all, and waved his fingers to issue instructions.

Ling Xuan glanced at Liang Zhao who was beside him, and then responded casually: "I can't do it, I'm in the middle of the desert."

Qiao Jian's forehead wrinkled together, and his tone was mocking: "No, do you think you are the rose waiting for love? Still in the desert? I'm still at the bottom of the sea!"

Ling Xuan choked back without hesitation: "Then you are a capsized water ghost..."

"Ling Xuan." Listening to the coming and going of these two people, Liang Zhao interrupted with a frown, "You might as well go to rest if you have this time."

The helm of the group who has just strategized can actually be like a child, who can blah blah.

The young man who was insulted frowned: "He said about me first, the old man is ugly and no one wants him, and he is jealous of me."

Still talking more and more vigorously, Liang Zhao sighed helplessly, and said in his usual voice: "Hasn't Mr. Ling ever heard of a soldier who surrenders without fighting?"

ha?

Ling Xuan tilted his head in doubt, Liang Zhao got up, bent down and hugged the person beside him.

"Hey?!" Ling Xuan, who was still arguing with Qiao Qian'an, was taken aback, and quickly grabbed the computer.

In the next second, he was taken away with his computer.Liang Zhao carried him into the bedroom on the second floor with a clear goal all the way.

What was recorded on the video call screen was a shaky scene.Then there was the scene of Ling Xuan being thrown into the pure white bed, a bony bracelet wrapped around his waist, slowly and tightly tightened, and finally pushed him down under the quilt.

In the loudspeaker, Qiao Jian'an's cursing voice stopped abruptly, and after a moment of silence, he hung up directly.

Liang Zhao put the thin quilt on his boyfriend whose brain had overtimed standby, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, you won this round."