After the substitute, he counterattacked and became Bai Yueguang

Qi Tang glanced at the business card, but didn't pick it up, he just put his arms around Lin An, closed his eyes to calm down the turbulent emotions in his heart.

"Baby, what's the matter." Lin An murmured softly, for fear of disturbing him.

"Shh, don't talk."

The snow outside the window was still falling, and the wind was also very violent, but they snuggled up in the warm house, quiet and sweet.

After a while, Qi Tang let go of the person in his arms, raised his hand and gently plucked the broken hair at the corner of Lin An's ear:

"Sorry, I can't have it."

Lin An looked at him with unblinking fox eyes: "Why?"

Qi Tang shook his head: "There are many reasons. The most important thing is that I hope that our relationship is purely romantic and there are no interests involved."

These words made Lin An's expression lighten.

Why are children so twitchy.

Is it because of loftiness and self-esteem that has not been smoothed by the cruelty of society?

Lin An was patient, and since he came back to now, he has been explaining to Qi Tang, explaining constantly.

His patience is almost at its peak today:

"Baby, it's not about interests, I just want to give you a gift, understand?"

Qi Tang let go of him with a calm expression.

He understood that Lin An's thoughts really moved him, making him feel that he was deeply loved.

He accepts this idea and accepts this studio, but he cannot accept Lin An's use of money and connections to pave the way for him.

Some small financial interests are allowed to be involved between lovers. After all, two people are in the same community in love, and it is impossible to distinguish them clearly.

But with such big money and interest entanglements, Qi Tang felt that if he accepted it, what would be the difference between him and those little lovers that Lin An had taken care of before?

Once he accepts, in this relationship, he and Lin An are no longer equals.

At least there will be a lump in his heart.

"I can't."

The gentle and calm tone caused Lin An to frown with a headache.

He seldom frowned, and usually he showed such an expression when he was upset by something he couldn't do anything about.

"Baby, don't be stubborn."

Qi Tang's voice was still soft: "I'm not stubborn."

Lin An rubbed the space between his brows, and leaned wearily against the table behind him: "Then give me a reason, I don't accept the previous reason."

Qi Tang raised his eyes to look at him, was silent for a moment, and then slowly opened his mouth:

"When you raised your little lover before, what did you use to prove your affiliation?"

Lin An pursed her lips: "Money, connections."

As soon as he uttered these two words, he understood what Qi Tang meant.

When fostering, he spent money on his little lover and used his connections to help pave the way for them, while his little lover was responsible for meeting his needs in all aspects, being on call, obedient and well-behaved, for his entertainment.

This is completely a transaction, obviously, Qi Tang feels that he is treating him like a little lover now.

There was another silence in the room, and Lin An's headache was getting worse and worse. He was on a business trip during this period, and he forgot to bring aromatherapy, and he didn't sleep well.

Now that he came back, he thought he could have a sweet relationship with Qi Tang, but what awaited him was the child's unreasonable stubbornness and temper.

"Baby, I don't mean that, I just want to make you happy."

Qi Tang nodded, walked over and hugged him lightly: "Yes, I understand."

Falling into that warm and familiar embrace again, Lin An felt a lot more comfortable.

He buried himself in Qi Tang's arms, rubbing his face against his neck, feeling wronged all at once:

"You can't think of me that way. I will be sad if you think you have ulterior motives for my carefully prepared gift."

The soft voice was full of tiredness, and Qi Tang's heart ached.

He kissed the top of Lin An's hair, and said softly:

"I haven't. But as the one who was given the gift, I have the right to choose not to accept the gift, and you can't force it, right?"

Lin An wrapped his arms around his waist and arched his head lightly: "But I want you to continue painting and realize your dreams."

Qi Tang stroked his back one after another, like comforting a kitten:

"I will continue to paint, and one day I will realize my dream by myself. Is that why you don't trust your boyfriend?"

"I believe it, but the children don't appreciate the gift I have spent so much time preparing, I—"

Before Lin An finished speaking, his chin was raised, and then a warm kiss blocked his lips.

Qi Tang kissed very attentively, cautiously as if to flatter her, and normally Lin An's sensitive points were wiped out one by one by him.

The person in his arms soon couldn't stand it any longer, and limp into a ball nestled in his arms, still gently pushing Qi Tang with his hands:

"Baby, don't kiss anymore..."

Qi Tang lifted his chin with his index finger, fixed his eyes on Lin An's reddish lips, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Is this not enough?"

Lin An's face was flushed, her complexion was pretty, and she was still panting slightly: "Old men's lung capacity is not as good as that of children."

The two hugged each other, and when he calmed down a bit, Lin An stretched out his arms to wrap around Qi Tang's neck, and hung his whole body on him:

"Baby, take me to sleep, okay?"

Qi Tang's eyes darkened a bit, and he nibbled the tip of Lin An's nose lightly: "Think about it? There is no lubricant at home."

Lin An stared at him with fox eyes, with a hooked smile in her eyes, which was extraordinarily charming:

"I worked continuously for several days. Last night, I took the plane in the early hours of the morning and was busy renovating the studio during the day. I didn't rest for more than a day and a night,"

He suddenly grabbed Qi Tang's collar, exhaled ambiguously: "Do it at this time, do you want me to die on the bed?"

Qi Tang also looked at him lazily and smiled: "No, I can't bear it."

After speaking, he picked up Lin An and walked to the bedroom.

Before Lin An lived here, Qi Tang kept driving him to the guest room.

Although he would be left behind by his little trick every night, the two of them slept in the guest room together, but Qi Tang still preferred his master bedroom.

He put Lin An on the bed: "From now on, sleep here."

But Lin An hooked his neck and refused to get off him for a long time. The two looked at each other with their skins touching, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became ambiguous.

The smell of Qi Tang was everywhere in this room, which reassured Lin An and aroused his passion/desire at the same time.

"Baby, kiss me."

Qi Tang narrowed his eyes: "I kissed you just now, don't you want it?"

Lin An stared straight at him, with a very charming voice:

"It's different. This is your bedroom. We haven't kissed here yet. It will stimulate the double baby."

Qi Tang's heart skipped a beat, his eyes suddenly darkened a lot, he put her down, and then kissed her directly.

Different from the gentle and affectionate kiss just now, this kiss is full of aggressiveness, like a storm that seems to swallow people up.

half an hour later

"Hey, have a good rest." Qi Tang kissed his forehead.

Lin An put one hand on his head, and suddenly smiled: "Don't say the word good."

Pretty domineering.

"Have you bought the patent?" Qi Tang rubbed his soft hair.

Lin An: "I'm older than you, you can't treat me like a child."

Qi Tang didn't argue with him: "Well, go to sleep."

Lin An obediently closed his eyes, probably because he was extremely tired, but within a moment, there was a light breathing sound in the room.

Qi Tang gently pulled the quilt up for him, with a smile on his lips.

What a difference in the end.Not just one word.

But the old man has a good face, so don't say it if you don't say it.

Qi Tang closed the bedroom door, cooked something casually to fill his stomach, took a shower, and went to bed to rest.

In the middle of the night, Lin An would be restless.

He suffers from long-term insomnia, coupled with high-intensity work, which leads to high mental stress. He often falls asleep and wakes up in a half-dream, and then unconsciously kicks his hands and feet around.

When the two first started sleeping together, Qi Tang was so disturbed that he had no choice but to hug Lin An tightly. At this moment, Lin An inexplicably quieted down and fell into a deep sleep again.

After a period of time, the two developed the habit of sleeping with each other.

As long as one party's sleeping position is messed up and the other party moves away, the other party will naturally and instinctively touch it, and embrace each other again to sleep.

When Lin An was hugged by Qi Tang, he let out a moan from his throat comfortably, then turned over and slipped into Qi Tang's arms.

Qi Tang's eyes softened, he kissed Lin An's forehead, and said softly, "Good night."

When Lin An woke up the next day, it was already noon.

The bedside was empty, so he got up and searched around the room, and finally found Qi Tang in the studio.

The man was wearing a black shirt, with a calm and elegant demeanor that made people unable to move their eyes away.

His cuffs were rolled up slightly, revealing his forearms with strong lines.

Those long and bony hands held the palette in one hand, and moved the paintbrush lightly on the canvas in the other, as elegant as a work of art.

Under the sunlight, Qi Tang's gold-rimmed glasses reflected light slightly, and one could see his deep eyes drooping slightly.

The intellectual and gentlemanly sense in his whole body made Lin An's eyes warm, and desire surged in his heart.

When he thought that such a treasure was already his, he felt an indescribable joy even more.

Lin An walked over lightly, and before he got close, he heard a magnetic voice: "Are you awake?"

He hugged Qi Tang's waist from behind, and bit the man's earlobe: "Baby, you are so sexy."

Qi Tang chuckled lightly: "I'm neatly dressed and painted with sacred art, why am I hooking you again?"

Lin An rubbed his lips against his ear, whispering softly:

"Every cell in my body is hooking me."

The author has something to say:

Just delete the whole plot, don't change it, just leave it like this, let it go and let it go

Invading the bedroom = invading Tangtang's heart

Still have to continue to pave the way, Tangtang hasn't sent himself out QAQ~