Dressed as a fake young master, I tear up the script

It was the first time for Rong Tingye to feel sorry for Xia Xingqiao, and he only came once last night.

But even so, Xia Xingqiao finally lost consciousness and fell asleep.

Even in his sleep, he felt that he was a small boat in the sea, constantly heaving up and down with the waves.

Maybe he was too tired last night. When Rong Tingye woke up the next morning, he saw Xia Xingqiao still curled up in his arms and sleeping obediently.

Xia Xingqiao slept deeply with her eyes closed, her thick and curly eyelashes covered like a small fan.

The tears from last night had already dried up, but Xia Xingqiao's eyes still had some tear stains in the corners of her eyes. Coupled with the two bright red corners of her eyes, she was even more adorable.

But what is completely different from Xia Xingqiao's sleeping peacefully is that there are some scary marks on his body.

If you look down gradually along his collarbone, you can see many bruises scattered on Xia Xingqiao's porcelain-like chest.

Someone was quite restrained last night, leaving not many traces, but they criss-crossed on the juvenile's artwork-like body, looking extremely ambiguous.

These speckled traces ran down Xia Xingqiao's sideways body, Wu Wuchun/Yi was all wrapped up in the quilt.

Rong Tingye knows that this delicate body will turn pink when emotional, and also knows how easy it is to leave traces of love/desire on it.

He stared at the sleeping Xia Xingqiao, and chuckled lightly.

As if feeling that the people around her had already woken up, Xia Xingqiao frowned slightly, and subconsciously arched towards Rong Tingye, and the whole person got into Rong Tingye's arms again.

The front of Rong Tingye's pajamas was loose because of his current posture, revealing a large area of ​​his chest.

Xia Xingqiao rubbed against Rong Tingye's chest coquettishly.

"Hmm... are you going to wake up..."

Xia Xingqiao didn't wake up at all, but he vaguely remembered that he was going to get up, and the humming words that came out of his mouth had a strong nasal sound.

Rong Tingye couldn't help laughing, he lowered his head and kissed Xia Xingqiao's forehead, and slowly stroked Xia Xingqiao's back with his other hand.

"Hey, Qiao Qiao, sleep a little longer."

Under Rong Tingye's comfort, Xia Xingqiao's brows quickly relaxed, he smacked his lips unconsciously, and fell into a sweet sleep again.

Rong Tingye didn't get up until Xia Xingqiao was completely asleep. He carefully tucked in the quilt for Xia Xingqiao, straightened his pajamas, and went out.

The old butler was taking care of the precious flowers and plants in the courtyard, humming a little song, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Seeing Rong Tingye walking towards this side, the old butler stopped what he was doing guiltily, and called out to young master.

"Uncle Chen, you've been in the Rong family for so many years." Rong Tingye poked the petals with his fingers, and said casually, "You should know that I don't like other people meddling in my affairs."

The expression on Rong Tingye's face was still gentle, and there was obvious satisfaction between his brows and eyes.

But like a fierce beast that has finally got what it wanted and dozed off in satisfaction, no one dares to let down its vigilance in front of it after all.

When the old butler heard Rong Tingye's words, he couldn't help shivering. He knew that this time he made his own claims and violated the young master's principles.

However, he saw that the young master had been alone all these years, and now finally a child could walk into the young master's heart.

And the old housekeeper could understand that the child really liked his young master.

Thinking of how Rong Tingye lived in the old house a few years ago, he seemed to have lost interest in everything, and he was not very popular. The old butler felt mixed feelings.

"Master, I really..."

"This is not an example." Rong Tingye said lightly.

Rong Tingye didn't expect that Xia Xingqiao, who was about to blush when he accidentally met him in the past, would make such a bold move last night.

It is definitely impossible to say that no one is "fanning the flames" behind the scenes.

Thinking of Xia Xingqiao's extremely well-behaved appearance on the bed last night, Rong Tingye's face softened involuntarily.

"When you see him in the future, you see me."

Rong Tingye's understatement was as if he was talking about having polenta in the morning, but it lifted Xia Xingqiao to the same position as him.

"Hey! Hey!" The old butler agreed hastily, "I'll give you an order right away. From now on, Young Master Xia will be another master of our family."

The old housekeeper looked at the back of Rong Tingye leaving, and couldn't help crying.

Seeing the young master's current state, not to mention asking him to treat the young master of the Xia family as the master of the family, even offering him up as a bodhisattva!

Xia Xingqiao was in a drowsy sleep, when she was half asleep and half awake, she suddenly heard her cell phone ringing.

He squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to reach for the non-stop ringing mobile phone.

I saw that the quilt slid down following Xia Xingqiao's movements, revealing his slender and fair arms.

But now this arm is dotted with bluish-purple ambiguous traces.

Xia Xingqiao tried her best to reach the phone, but picked up the call before she could see who was calling.

"Hey... May I ask who it is..."

Xia Xingqiao, who hadn't fully woken up, didn't realize how hoarse her voice was now.

Xia Yichen, who was on the other side of the phone, couldn't help frowning when he heard it, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiao Wu, is your voice... a cold?"

Hearing Xia Yichen's voice, Xia Xingqiao suddenly opened his eyes, and the sleepy people just now were scared away by the elder brother's voice.

Holding the phone, he hesitated and said, "No...ahem, a little bit."

Xia Xingqiao just wanted to deny it, but when she opened her mouth, she was taken aback by her magnetic voice, and quickly admitted it.

Help!How could his voice be so hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

Xia Xingqiao coughed, cleared her throat, and asked Xia Yichen in a soft tone as much as possible:

"What's the matter, brother? Is something wrong?"

Xia Yichen just made a phone call to confirm Xia Xingqiao's safety, and didn't say anything else.

Before finally hanging up the phone, Xia Yichen also told Xia Xingqiao: "Remember to take medicine on time and drink plenty of hot water."

Xia Xingqiao: "..."

He hugged his mobile phone and nodded obediently. When Xia Yichen said something, he nodded and said yes.

After the call was over, Xia Xingqiao couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief after hanging up.

But before he finished exhaling, Xia Xingqiao suddenly saw Rong Tingye leaning against the window not far from the bed, looking at him with a smile on his face.

I don't know how long I've been standing here.

Xia Xingqiao exhaled half of her breath, and was suddenly frightened by Rong Tingye. She choked and started coughing.

Rong Tingye quickly stepped forward and patted Xia Xingqiao on the back.

As soon as Rong Tingye approached, Xia Xingqiao smelled him, and before coughing twice, his whole face turned red, even his ears hidden under his hair were red.

Finally letting go, Xia Xingqiao found herself leaning against Rong Tingye's arms.

He confessed that he drank alcohol that night, and his memory couldn't be put together intermittently, but last night he didn't drink a single drop.

Except that Xia Xingqiao's head was a mess in the second half of the night, and he could only shake his head and cry, but Xia Xingqiao's consciousness was relatively clear earlier last night.

Because of this, leaning against Rong Tingye's arms like this, Xia Xingqiao suddenly had the image of last night in his mind...

There was also the feeling of Rong Tingye's big hand walking on his body, touching his whole body.

Xia Xingqiao felt the top of his head start to smoke.

Last night, although it hurt a little at the beginning, but in the end he actually...

"Comfortable?"

Rong Tingye knew what Xia Xingqiao was thinking when he saw Xia Xingqiao's expression, and couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Shu, comfortable..."

After Xia Xingqiao finished answering blankly, she suddenly realized that she had spoken out what was on her mind, and immediately froze in Rong Tingye's arms.

Now not only her face and neck, Xia Xingqiao's whole body was red.

He felt that he was now a prawn thrown into a pot and boiled.

And why isn't he wearing any clothes yet?

Seeing that Xia Xingqiao was really ashamed and about to cry, Rong Tingye asked quickly, "Is Qiaoqiao hungry now?"

Xia Xingqiao sobbed: "Hungry. QAQ"

It's okay if Rong Tingye didn't say anything. When he asked, Xia Xingqiao suddenly felt empty in his stomach, and he was really hungry.

He raised his hand and pushed Rong Tingye softly, "I want to eat."

Rong Tingye smiled lowly, and brought a bowl of white fungus soup from somewhere else.

"Let's go down to eat in a while, and drink some soup to moisten our throats."

I don't know how long this white fungus soup has been stewed. It has already been stewed very thick. There are red dates and wolfberry dotted in it.

Xia Xingqiao's stomach was growling with hunger, and he didn't want Rong Tingye to feed him, so he took the small bowl of tremella soup and drank it clean.

"That's great," Rong Tingye stroked Xia Xingqiao's hair, "Our Qiaoqiao is a good boy who doesn't waste food."

Xia Xingqiao: "..."

Xia Xingqiao covered her hot face: "You, get out of the way first, I have to get dressed."

Rong Tingye did not let go of Xia Xingqiao in a hurry, only to see that he spread out his palm, and in his palm was a small tube of silver ointment.

Xia Xingqiao first looked at the tube of ointment in confusion, then raised his head to look at Rong Tingye: "?"

After Rong Tingye explained the efficacy of the ointment to Xia Xingqiao, Xia Xingqiao: QAQ! !

He buried his head low, refusing to look at the ointment again.

But somewhere behind him was really uncomfortable.

"I'll help you first this time, and you can come by yourself in the future?" Rong Tingye whispered in Xia Xingqiao's ear.

Xia Xingqiao bit her lower lip and nodded.

A dark look flashed across Rong Tingye's eyes, and his hands slowly moved down Xia Xingqiao's legs.

Soon, Xia Xingqiao's intermittent crying came from the half-covered bedroom door.

In the end, Xia Xingqiao, who was dressed neatly, was still hugged by Rong Tingye and went downstairs to the restaurant.