After being taken away by the evil boyfriend [Quick Transmigration]

The puff of smoke sprayed on his face, and Qiu Yuzhi was choked and coughed. He should be angry and angry, but after being exposed, he only had time to panic and feel ashamed.

In the deep night, Wei Hongxue is as attractive as a ghost. He is like a goblin, wearing the most delicate and beautiful skin, luring ordinary people to do the most vulgar things.

Qiu Yuzhi caught a glimpse of the corners of his slightly raised lips, but didn't dare to look at him, he subconsciously avoided his sight.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" He was stern, how could he know, it was obviously the most secret thing in his heart.

Only when there is no one in the middle of the night, I hide in my own room, curl up on the bed and cover myself with a quilt, pretending to be isolated from the whole world.Only at this time, Qiu Yuzhi dared to say his name in a low voice and longingly.

Wei Hongxue approached him, her long hair flowing like a stream of water, as if it was gathering together with the night, Qiu Yuzhi was forced to be out of breath.

He wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to hide. Unknowingly, he was trapped between Wei Hongxue and the stone pillar.

The shameful secret was exposed in person... Qiu Yuzhi was ashamed to death, blushing as if drunk.

"Master Qiu." Wei Hongxue called out, lowering his head slightly, his rouged plump lips were almost crushed from the corners of Qiu Yuzhi's lips, "I'm talking nonsense? Do you know that every time you call my name? I can feel it?"

Qiu Yuzhi's hands and feet were numb, he was holding his breath and his brain was starved of oxygen, he began to dizzy, and he felt that the person in front of him was like a distorted painting.

No, no, he must be lying to himself, how could he feel it.

Qiu Yuzhi plucked up the courage to look at him, trying to see the playful look in his eyes.

But when he looked into those deep pupils, he kept falling, it was the endless deep well that imprisoned him.

Qiu Yuzhi saw his own reflection in Wei Hongxue's eyes.

No one spoke for a while, and at that moment, Qiu Yuzhi actually had the illusion that the other party wanted to kiss him, and what was even more tragic was that he actually had some expectations.

But Wei Hongxue didn't do what he wanted, he seemed to have teased the young master enough, chuckled, and suddenly stuffed the cigarette between his fingers into Qiu Yu's mouth.

"Master Qiu, this is my last bit of kindness, and it will be more than that next time."

Wei Hongxue turned around and left, Qiu Yuzhi became annoyed and took away the cigarette, and when he looked up again, he saw Wei Hongxue blending into the crowd and disappearing.

The young master once saw the terrifying appearance of a person smoking opium when he was young, and he has stayed away from this kind of thing since then. He classified cigarettes and opium into one category, and this was the first time he came into contact with this thing.

He should have refused, or thrown the half-burnt cigarette on the ground.

But Qiu Yuzhi looked at the cigarette, and saw the smear of lipstick sticking to the cigarette holder.

Like a ghost, he put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath just like Wei Hongxue.The next second, he coughed violently, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it in annoyance.

……

"Master, what are you looking at?"

The man's voice was slightly hoarse with smoke in his mouth, awakening Qiu Yuzhi from his memory.

It turned out that just now Qiu Yuzhi had been staring at Wei Hongxue in a daze. He gradually remembered it, and it seemed that the memory of Qiu Yuzhi was still imbued with it, and his face slowly turned red.

Wei Hongxue laughed at him: "What are you thinking?"

Qiu Yuzhi took a step forward, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily, "It's impossible for my father to bring you, a vixen, here. Don't you want to take this opportunity to announce your identity and force my father to marry you?"

Wei Hongxue: "...Since I'm not from Qiu's family, what should I do, the young master can control me?"

Qiu Yuzhi looked at him silently, and took a step forward: "Why don't I care, you are not my father's, but you are mine."

Wei Hongxue lazily leaned against the stone pillar, without the slightest oppression in his memory, but when Qiu Yuzhi approached, he whirled a puff of white smoke at him.

It seems to be the same, but not the same.

Qiu Yuzhi turned his head and coughed twice, then turned around and snatched the cigarette from his hand.

He said angrily: "I've played Wei Hongxue enough, you can't keep lighting the fire without putting it out, I'll be really angry if you do this again."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Wei Hongxue looked at him with a half-smile, leisurely like the night breeze.

If, in memory, the two were still in an ambiguous state that could not be explained clearly, one refused to admit his own thoughts, and the other could not bear to really attack him, then now, the two are like hungry wolves, disregarding etiquette, integrity and shame, and having no morals.

Qiu Yuzhi clasped Wei Hongxue's waist, fiercely kissed those full red lips that tempted her again and again in memory, Wei Hongxue took whatever he wanted, and gave all the sweetness to him. he.

Gradually, the vicious person in the painting was also emotional, but Qiu Yuzhi flicked the cigarette, stomped it out with his toe, and when Yu Wei Hongxue turned around and hugged her, he pushed the other person away.

Qiu Yuzhi was short of breath, and his eyes were watery.

Wei Hongxue licked the corners of his lips, with different shades of rouge on his mouth: "Why, did the young master regret it?"

"Yeah." Qiu Yuzhi raised his chin and showed a hateful smile that made his teeth itch, "Didn't you ask me what I want you to do, then I will tell you now, I want you: don't, touch, I !"

As he said that, he turned around to leave, but after walking a few steps, he turned back: "If you want to play, you can, I will accompany you, as long as you can bear it."

Like Wei Hongxue in his memory, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving another person to chase after him.

……

People laughed and danced, and in the magnificent ballroom, the light from the crystal chandeliers was as soft as heaven.

Qiu Yuzhi's mood was still a little turbulent, he picked up the sparkling wine and drank a whole glass, trying to suppress the restless fire on his body.

"Yuzhi?" Seeing him, Wei Qingyu curiously came over to say hello. He was a little surprised that Qiu Yuzhi seemed to be drinking to relieve his worries.

As a result, Qiu Yuzhi turned his head, and Wei Qingyu saw the ambiguous red marks on his mouth and chin.

Wei Qingyu was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Seeing his expression, Qiu Yuzhi quickly wiped his mouth, and there were traces of lipstick on his hands. He coughed lightly: "I didn't do anything... What, there are so many people, what can I do, don't think about it."

Wei Qingyu persisted: "You just told me that you have the girl of your dreams, don't lie to me."

Qiu Yuzhi choked: "If I say that the lover of my dream came to me in reality, would you believe me?"

Wei Qingyu didn't quite believe it, but he couldn't find any evidence to refute him.

They have known each other for so long, anyway, Wei Qingyu didn't see that Qiu Yuzhi had a crush on any girl he knew, let alone kiss so intensely on this occasion.

Anyway, Qiu Yuzhi finally made it through, and agreed to meet at the dance hall tomorrow.

As time went by, people came home one after another, and Qiu Yuzhi followed suit and left Wei's house.

When he returned to the depressed Qiu's house, Qiu Yuzhi had already wiped away the marks on his mouth. At this point, Qiu Yuzhi had fallen asleep, so Qiu Yuzhi walked towards Wei Hongxue's room.

He didn't have the consciousness to knock on the door, he just pushed it away, creaking——

There was no one inside.

Alas, I knew that Wei Hongxue's sudden visit to Wei's house must have his own reasons. Calculating the time, Miss Wei was not born when he died, and there was no relationship between the two parties. It must not be purely for attending Miss Wei's birthday party.

Unless Wei Hongxue is willing to speak, there is nothing to ask.

Qiu Yuzhi knew his mouth too well. When he loves, people love him, and when he hates him, people hate him.

But now that Wei Hongxue was not around, it happened that Qiu Yuzhi took off his coat and climbed directly onto his bed.

This bed was extremely cold, the quilt was neatly folded, and the sheets didn't have a single crease. It was obvious at a glance that the owner wasn't sleeping here at all.

There is a painting hanging inside the bed curtain, and it is hazy through a layer of veil. There are only rockery scenery and no beauties in it.

But it doesn't matter, Qiu Yuzhi knew that when he called his name, he felt it, and when he touched the painting, he also felt it.

Qiu Yuzhi shook off the quilt and covered him, carefully took off the painting and carried it into his arms.

The touch in the hand is smooth and delicate, this is by no means ordinary paper, this is...

Qiu Yu stroked it inch by inch, closed his eyes, hugged the painting as if hugging Wei Hongxue, and whispered the man's name between his lips and teeth.

In the unknown place in the dark night, Wei Hongxue raised his elegant neck, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He looked at the person he hated so much, his mood was interrupted, and he had to take a few steps back.

A moment later, in a certain room on the second floor of Qiu's house, a gust of wind blew in through the window.

In the next second, Wei Hongxue picked up the person who occupied his bed, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

The author has something to say:

Only those who like it will feel it when they touch the painting