steal bi

Mr. Yuan just tasted it, and he didn't take advantage of Qiao Yu's danger because of Qiao Yu being hugged by him.

If the postures of the two are reversed, Qiao Yu doesn't care about the style of a gentleman, and he must teach Master Yuan how to understand the style, so that he will think and be afraid in the future.

Qiao Yu was held down by him, unable to wrap his arms around his neck, and whispered to his lips: "Let go, sir, good boy." His voice was tingling, as if some rough brush had been scratched across his body The most ticklish place.

The tip of Yuanzan's tongue passed over his lips, and said: "Don't let go."

Qiao Yu was persuasive, "I want to hug you." He licked the tooth marks left by Yuan Zan pen on his lips, looking obedient, and said, "Master Yuan, what can the truth do? What can I do to you?"

He tried to move his wrist, but was pressed by the Yuanzan pen with a weird force that didn't hurt, but he couldn't break free, and couldn't move.

Yuan Zanbi smiled lightly and said, "If I let go of Qiao Xiang, will Qiao Xiang rest obediently?"

Qiao Yu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, covering her eyes like paint, "I just woke up to the truth." His tone sounded like he was protesting.

Yuan Zanbi said softly, "But I haven't rested yet."

Qiao Yu heard him speak so softly, and there was nothing she could not agree to, but she still teased and said: "Master Yuan is looking for the truth to sleep well?"

Yuan Zanbi let go of his hand, and before Qiao Yu wrapped his arms around his neck, he straightened up.

Even so, his long hair still scratched Qiao Yu's face. Like a child who saw the wind chime beside the bed, Qiao Yu reached out to touch it and pushed it aside.

Yuan Zanbi lay down beside him.

Qiao Yu rested his head on Yuan Zanbi's neck as usual, and said, "I don't know when I will have the effect of calming the nerves."

Yuan Zanbi closed his eyes and hummed softly.

Qiao Yu stopped talking, rubbed his neck, and closed his eyes with Yuan Zanbi.

The incense burner in the room has not been thrown out yet.he thinks.

But he could neither ask Yuan Zanbi to throw the incense burner out, nor could he ask Han Tan to come in.

Well, he thought.Let's leave it for a while.

He thought he couldn't fall asleep, but maybe because he was too reassured by Yuan Zanbi's side and the atmosphere in the room was too leisurely, he fell asleep again not long after.

Qiao Yu only felt that the sky was bright after he closed his eyes, and he touched the side of his side in a daze, only to feel that the quilt was cold, and there was no trace of sleeping.

Qiao Yu froze for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes.

The furnishings in the house are plain and elegant, and it is his bedroom in the Zhongzhou mansion.

Something seemed wrong, and nothing seemed wrong.

Qiao Yu pressed her forehead, feeling an indescribable headache.He was already in a bad temper when he got up in the morning, and the absence of Yuanzanbi made him even more bored. He called out hoarsely, "Master Yuan? Master Yuan?" No one answered for a moment, "Yuanzanbi?" Who else could call Yuan Zanbi away so early except the one in the palace?

Isn't it a serious business to be an emperor?Not to mention that you have to bring a group of important ministers with you when you go out of the palace to pray, even at this time, you have to call the ministers away early in the morning?Animals are given a rest after working for a long time, but this emperor seems to only know how to catch fish.

Qiao Yu thought with a blank face, his expression was cold.

He got up, got out of bed with bare feet, casually picked up the coat on the shelf, put it down again just after picking it up, disliked the stuffiness of this material.

The emperor has been trying to keep him cold recently, Qiao Yu's face is impatient, he can't wait to send dozens of memorials to the emperor a day, but inside he wants the emperor to let him hang out for a while, if he can't let him go to the court for a while as a punishment It couldn't be better, when that time comes, Qiao Yu must sincerely kowtow to the palace gate to thank the emperor for his kindness.

Because in her own garden, Qiao Yuguan didn't wear it, and casually pulled her hair up and hung it high. The long, uncombed hair was scattered on her shoulders, making her look younger than the previous meticulous look.

Qiao Yu didn't even wear a belt, and walked outside in a baggy undershirt.

He stopped abruptly.

Qiao Yu looked up, but saw her face in the bronze mirror was shocked.

How did he get here? !

Even if the medicine fails, it is absolutely impossible for him to walk so freely, as if this is an extremely natural thing.What's more, the medicine was sealed in his flesh and blood, how could it suddenly fail, who discovered what?

Is it Yuanzan pen?Or someone else?

While Qiao Yu was thinking, she lifted the snow-white underclothes. As soon as her fingers touched her thighs, she heard the door being pushed open with a creak.

Qiao Yu raised his head suddenly, and said sharply, "Who?" His sharp eyes startled the people who came in.

The man looked at Qiao Yu in astonishment and worry, "Sir, what's the matter?"

What Qiao Yu hates the most is when people call him Mr., but today he called him in person in a dignified manner, but he couldn't say a word of reprimand.

The handsome young man with a slender figure who has not yet grown into a man is standing at the door, his hair without a crown is tied up high, and the wind is almost blowing in front of him, he dare not move, so he can only stand still in a daze Stand at the door.

"Yuan...Yuan Bi?" Qiao Yu's voice was as soft as a murmur.

The young man became more and more dazed, with worries in his eyes overflowing, "Sir?"

The boy looks seventeen to eighteen years old, and the man is twenty crowned. Even Yuan Zanbi himself will not know who Yuan Bi is in Qiao Yu's mouth at this time.

The flesh under Qiao Yu's palm was smooth, without any scars.

He was stunned for a moment, watching helplessly as he pinched his thigh red.

Is this a dream?

Seeing Qiao Yu clutching his clothes in a daze, Yuan Zanbi was a little embarrassed, but said in a calm tone: "I was rude yesterday, I shouldn't have had such a drink with my husband, today my father asked me to come with him Apologize, sir? Is sir okay?" He was a little worried, and couldn't help but step forward, "Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

Yuan Zanbi has always had more than respect for Yuan Congjing, but not enough intimacy. The tone of the young man's calling for his father is slightly higher, which is obviously very intimate.

How could Yuan Zanbi get close to Yuan Congjing?He has always been dispensable in the Yuan clan, if there is no momentary thought of Yuan Zanying, it is not yet known what he will look like.

Qiao Yu pulled his hands away, covered his face with his palms, and actually let out a deep laugh.

He remembered that Yuan Zanbi, who had been with him day and night before, was not as taciturn and indifferent as he is now.

In addition to being more silent than ordinary people, Yuan Zanbi was indeed a good-looking son of an ordinary family when he was young, and he was once a youthful spirit.

Three years after the Ning You party case, Yuan Zanbi brought him out of the quiet room. At that time, in Qiao Yu's memory, Yuan Zanbi tried to hide his worry when he was with him, but he seldom smiled.

Hardly ever smiled.

When I asked him anything, he didn't answer once, and was brought over lightly to find a topic.

In his most painful and craziest time, why didn't he want to kill Yuan Zanbi with his own hands, leaving the hatred of family and country behind, and only wanted to kill him, and then die himself.It's clean and easy, and you don't have to suffer a lot.

Pale and feeble hands had already strangled the young man's throat, and the veins were bulging because of the force, which looked especially frightening in this pair of thin and injured hands.

Yuan Zanbi looked at him expressionlessly, opened his lips slightly, his face was flushed because he couldn't breathe, but his eyes were so tired and cold, even because of suffocation, his eyes were full of desire to fall. of water vapor.

A drop of water rolled down Yuan Zanbi's face.

It wasn't Yuan Zan's tears, but Qiao Yu's.

He knew he shouldn't cry, and he didn't want to cry in front of Yuan Zanbi. He stretched out his hand hastily, but wiped more and more tears, and his hands were dripping wet.

How could such slippery hands kill?

Yuan Zanbi closed his eyes.

Yuanzan pen's voice was so soft that it almost broke in the throat.

Yuan Zanbi said, "Don't cry."

The unresolved tears fell down and slid into the temples.

Qiao Yu looked along the water marks, only seeing a white hair covered in blue hair.

He let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and pressed his tear-stained face to the red bruised throat, calling him over and over again: "Yuan Zan pen."

It turned out that in his dream, the Yuanzan pen looked like this.

Yuan Zanbi should also look like this. He was born in a family, his father loves him, and his brothers are respectful. He was well-bred since he was a child.

Seeing him like this, Yuan Zanbi didn't care about anything else, and strode up to Qiao Yu, as if he wanted to see how Qiao Yu was doing.

Qiao Xiang put down his hand.

Yuan Zanbi didn't expect it, and looked at Qiao Yu unexpectedly.

Qiao Yu's dark eyes seemed to have a Gu that could shake people's hearts, Yuan Zanbi looked at him for less than a moment, then turned away in a bit of embarrassment.

But Qiao Yu was standing right in front of him, blocking all his sight, if he didn't look at Qiao Yu's face, there was always something else to look at.

Most of Qiao Yu's hair is scattered, and the long hair is scattered softly on his shoulders, making his exposed neck extremely white, his clothes are not well worn, and a large area of ​​his chest is exposed. Although he is not strong, he can see the strength in it .

Yuan Zanbi simply put his head down, wishing he could bury it in the stone slab.

The inner garment did not drag the floor, and the ankles were faintly visible under the hem of the snow-white robe. His white veins looked particularly green, almost like a piece of jadeite.

Yuan Zanbi turned his head stiffly.

Of course he knew that staring at a girl's feet was a huge faux pas, but Qiao Yu was not a girl!

What's wrong with not being a girl?

Young Master Xiao Yuan attributed his beating heartbeat to the fact that Mr. Qiao was born too well. If there was a tall and thick man in front of him, he would definitely stand and watch.

The young master consciously hid it well, but the red tips of his ears were exposed to Qiao Yu's eyes.

He will be able to write Bi in the future, so people will naturally be like jade.

Looking at such a young man who is as clean as a piece of white jade and as clear as moonlight, the emotion in his heart is close to love and pity. On the one hand, he wants to put the jade in the bright hall, so that it will not be stained with dust, and be high above the ground. The moon that should have been hanging high in the nine sky.

The young man was half a head shorter than him, and his frame was still very slender. A young man like Qiao Yu could wrap his arms around him tightly, and he couldn't resist.

Qiao Yu wanted to hug Yuanzanbi very much. If this hug was only limited to teachers and students, then Yuanzanbi might be stiff for a moment, and then hug Qiao Yu back in a considerate manner.

If this hug is beyond the norm, what kind of expression will the young man in front of him who can't hide his emotions well show?

He may be stunned, shocked, or even terrified.

He used the boy's long hair tied up with a headband to cover his eyes, and he was filled with shock and anger. Maybe tears would wet the headband.

With Yuan Zanbi's temperament, no matter how many injuries and crimes he has suffered, he will not make a sound. Although the young man is no younger than him, he will probably only bite his lips tightly to prevent the slightest sound from coming out of his mouth.

How is it a dream?

Qiao Yu thought.

Dreams will wake up.

Yuan Zanbi couldn't see Qiao's unpredictable expression, but felt an indescribable danger, as if he was being stared at by some extremely hungry beast.

The author has something to say:

I want to make a story about an old perverted Mr. Qiao and a piece of white paper, Mr. Yuan, as well as the story of the insane young man Qiao Yu and Mr. Qianfan Yuan.

Let's put it on the sidelines.

? ? ? ? ?Hand slipped it out, this is actually my manuscript! ! !