Marry a rich and powerful man after wearing women's clothes

What the two of them were watching was a road comedy movie that was released recently. It had a compact plot and lots of laughs, and it was really good-looking.

Li Yuan has always been a heartless person. Just 10 minutes into the movie, after a few "haha" laughs, the worry in his heart disappeared.

The movie ended and the two walked out of the theater.

The formerly lively atrium has long been deserted, and there are scattered fireworks around it. The staff of the mall are dismantling the stage.

Li Yuan glanced at it casually, put one hand on the arm of the man beside him, put the other hand to his lips and yawned, narrowing his eyes: "I'm a little sleepy."

"The laughter was so loud just now," Sheng Lin laughed, "Why do you feel sleepy when you come out?"

Li Yuan: "Maybe I laughed too much, my brain lacks oxygen."

Sheng Lin put his arms around his shoulders and said softly, "Yes, I will sleep in the car later."

The two chatted one after another, and walked slowly outside the mall, walking harmoniously.

Even if you just look at the back, you can feel the harmonious intimacy between the two.

The fourth floor of the mall.

Shen Yu stood by the glass fence, staring coldly at the backs of the two figures who were slowly walking away on the first floor, the ups and downs of coldness enveloped the whole body, and his mood was restless.

As far as he is concerned, the more he sees the sweet picture of the two, the more deeply he feels the ruthless mockery of fate.

Don't you dislike men?

Why do you accept it now?

Then what is the love that I have carefully buried for many years?

Is it just a ridiculous secret love with no beginning and no end?

no!no……

That kind of person is not worthy of you at all!

The coldness suddenly condensed, and he could no longer contain the anger of being teased by fate, he clenched his fist and slammed against the railing, his cold eyes filled with deep jealousy and madness.

Ah Jin, since you can accept men, why can't I!

……

On the way back, Li Yuan fell asleep in a daze, but it wasn't enough, so he continued to take a nap on the sofa when he got home.

When the car was parked in the garage of the community earlier, Sheng Ling saw that he was not awake, so he was reluctant to let him carry his things.

So, I ran three times before I moved the big and small bags of purchases home.

By the time he arranged and stored the purchased items one by one, the person on the sofa who was wrapped in a blanket had already slept soundly, his little face was puffy and soft.

Sheng Purlin took a look, then took the initiative to get into the kitchen and get busy.

He seldom cooks, which doesn't mean he doesn't know how to cook. On the contrary, because of his experience of studying abroad, he does a good job of Western food.

While the pasta is cooking, melt the butter in the pan, fry minced onion and minced garlic until fragrant, then add minced meat, tomato, and shrimp, fry until cooked, and simmer over low heat until the tomato is soft and rotten.

At this time, the pasta is almost cooked. Pick it up, put it on a plate, pour the meat sauce, and a shrimp pasta is ready.

Sheng Purlin originally planned to set the dinner plate, pour two glasses of red wine, and set up the atmosphere before calling for someone.

The person sleeping on the sofa woke up by the smell.

"It smells so good!" Li Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, walked to the dining table with his slippers on, "What delicious food did you make?"

When he arrived at the table, the food that could be said to be delicious in color, fragrance and flavor immediately came into view, and in an instant, Li Yuan's eyes lit up.

He blew a rainbow fart without thinking: "Wow, how did you know that I want to eat this, I like pasta best! And shrimp! My husband... mua, you are so kind!"

Sheng Purlin was caught off guard by a slap on his face.

This feeling is very blissful.

But he didn't want to, before he had time to think about it carefully, the person who kissed the face twisted his back and sat down on the stool, picked up the fork, rolled the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth.

It's like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Li Yuan's body and mind were all focused on the food, and he didn't raise his eyes again. After taking a few mouthfuls, his mouth felt dry, so he picked up the red wine glass next to him, and took two sips like drinking water.

Like a cow chewing peonies, there is no romantic atmosphere.

Sheng Purlin shook his head helplessly, deeply feeling that he was thinking too much just now to make the atmosphere special.

After a while, he stared at the man in front of him who was drinking the red wine in a heroic manner, suddenly fixed his eyes, thought for a while, and silently poured wine into the half-empty goblet again.

It's not impossible to be romantic in another way.

After dinner, Li Yuan was truly full. He was half asleep and half awake on the sofa with his pillows around him, his cheeks were flushed, and the end of his eyes had a blurred soft red, which was very seductive.

Sheng Lin couldn't help admiring a few more times, but he didn't move. He refrained from tidying up the dining table and kitchen before appearing. He seemed to sit on the sofa casually, stroking his wine-stained cheek with his fingertips.

"Do you want to take a bath?" The deep voice was full of malicious coaxing.

With trembling eyelids, Li Yuan shook his head slightly: "I just washed it in the morning, I'm tired, I don't want to move."

"Then I will help you."

After the words fell, Li Yuan's body suddenly flew into the air, and he smashed a piece of thick chest with his soft fist, which could barely be regarded as a silent resistance.

There was a patter of water in the bathroom, and the mist was steaming.

Li Yuan's eyes were cloudy and weak after drinking, and Li Yuan lowered his eyes in a daze, his hands softly supporting the plain white tiles.

He could feel the people behind him smearing his neck, back and limbs with soap.

Just bathe him, very well behaved.

After the soap was applied, the man took a bath flower and rubbed the foam of the shower gel, and wiped it again.

I don't know why it is unnecessary.

Li Yuan opened his heavy eyes, didn't bother to pay attention, and let him go.

After the skin is moistened with foam, the nose is filled with the fragrance of roses, while the other side is the refreshing mint fragrance of soap.

Two different fragrance factors, silently mixed in a small enclosed shower.

After a while, Li Yuan was pulled under the shower head by pinching his forearm, and the water drops suddenly poured down, flowing softly across the skin, taking away the mixed fragrance on the skin.

The temperature of the hot water is not too high, just a little bit cooler.

His head was clearer than before, he looked at the well-behaved man in front of him, and smiled: "Why are you so serious today?"

Sheng Purlin didn't answer, but smiled in a low voice, then took off the shower, and rinsed off the lingering foam on his elbows.

On the stern face, the thin lips were tightly pursed, and his appearance was extremely serious and focused, but Li Yuan always felt something was wrong when he saw this scene.

He knows this person too well, it's definitely not that simple.

Almost to test his thinking, the person in front of him quickly turned off the faucet, leaned forward, and with a low-pitched chuckle, wrapped him in his powerful arms.

He lowered his head, his deep eyes were black and bright, revealing a charming and dangerous gentleness.

The arms are too tight, Li Yuan has no chance to escape at all.

He didn't feel afraid, so he used his hand to block the too close distance, raised his eyebrows lightly, and teased, "Your waist is healed?"

"You won't know until you try."

Hearing this, Li Yuan couldn't help but glared at the person in front of him, and was about to mutter and curse, when in an instant, he was hugged.

He was startled, and subconsciously put his arms around his shoulders. At this moment, the person who was holding him leaned over and gently touched his lips.

The tiles behind him were icy cold, and Li Yuan's body couldn't help shaking twice.

Even so, he was not let go, the man still hugged him, lowered his head and kissed lightly on the ear, with a deceptively low tone.

"You seem curious?"

"...What are you curious about?" Li Yuan didn't understand for a moment.

This time Sheng Purlin did not continue to speak, and once again pressed his cold thin lips tightly, one arm tightly wrapped around the waist of the person in his arms, and the other hand held Li Yuan's slender wrist.

The two clasped their fingers together.

Suddenly, Li Yuan seemed to be enlightened, and the doubts that had been in him for several days were resolved at once.

He rolled his eyes immediately.

It turned out that the seemingly useless armrest had other magical functions.

He pushed the man's shoulder hard, and said angrily, "Can you study some serious things?"

His black eyes were darkened, Sheng Lin pursed his lips with great interest, but he didn't speak.

The next moment, Li Yuan frowned slightly, and lost the strength to speak.

The night is getting darker.

A night of rain came quietly, and the quiet neighborhood was gradually stained with moisture.

The bedroom with no lights on also lingers a bit of coolness unique to the night.

Li Yuan's whole body was buried in the warm quilt, only his ruddy face was exposed, and his mouth moved like a dehydrated fish.

Really tired.

Thinking of what happened just now, Mingming morning's relaxed wrists couldn't help feeling sore and limp. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing, his fingertips trembled twice again uncontrollably.

How much do you like bathrooms to install something like that?

After muttering, he raised his eyelids, and darted several times at the approaching black shadow.

However, Soi Ying didn't feel it at all, and went straight into the bed, embracing the exhausted person in the bed with his warm body.

"Your physical strength is not good." Sheng purlin curled his fingers and caressed the slightly moist sideburns of the man in his arms, "I couldn't hold on after grasping for a few minutes, it's time to exercise in the future."

Hearing this, Li Yuan was so angry that his chest heaved and he wished he could kick this man's raised waist hard.

After thinking about it, I tolerated it again.

After all, he kind of likes it.

He ignored him, his eyelids gradually drooped, and when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the person hugging him behind him sigh: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't exercise, I will just work harder in the future."

"..."

Li Yuan was speechless, thought he was annoying, so he turned his elbows hard, so that this man stopped making noise.

When he woke up the next day, Li Yuan's forearm was even more sore than yesterday.

He thought about it silently, and soon realized that it was the result of the accumulation of lactic acid in the muscles after exercising, but after taking a bath, he didn't exercise much, so it was outrageous.

What's even more exaggerated is that when I arrived at the studio, I couldn't even hold the pen steadily, and it kept shaking, so I couldn't draw well at all.

So, he could only sit on Senior Sister Du's favorite recliner, while emptying his mind and kneading his sore arms.

Du Yiyi came in with an old popsicle in her mouth. Seeing Li Yuan's movements, she casually joked, "Are you hurting your hand? I said practice should be done in moderation and a combination of work and rest is the way to go. Don't imitate Mu Wuqu, our studio It’s enough to have one scroll king.”

Listening to her cheerful tone, Li Yuan unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and gave her a faint smile.

"Here, eat a popsicle." Du Yiyi immediately handed him a popsicle, and then walked to Mu Qiufeng who bowed his head and painted with almost no sense of presence, "Your."

These days, Mu Qiufeng's personality has changed a lot, becoming more humane.

He focused his attention on the popsicle and took it after a moment of hesitation.

Du Yiyi is not a small-bellied person, every time there is something delicious and interesting, he brings a portion to Mu Qiufeng while bringing it to Li Yuan.

Although Mu Qiufeng, who is cold and ruthless, doesn't know how to deal with the world, he can't do things that are specially targeted, so he will still bring a copy to Du Yiyi.

After coming and going, the relationship between the three became more and more harmonious because of Li Yuan's mediation in the middle.

After delivering the popsicles, Du Yiyi returned to the wooden chair next to Li Yuan and sat down, eating the popsicles and casually said: "The Academy of Fine Arts and our Department of Chinese Painting are going to organize a collection of folk songs together. There are only three people in our department, so I Report both of your names, gather at the school gate at [-] o'clock on Saturday morning, and go to Muxigou."

Li Yuan moved his ears, he was not surprised to hear Du Yiyi mention it before.

Mu Qiufeng stopped writing, glanced at Li Yuan with his raised cold eyes, and then nodded to Du Yiyi.

Du Yiyi couldn't escape this small gesture, she snorted lightly, and continued: "The girl from the Academy of Fine Arts said that they will go camping at night, so remember to prepare sleeping bags, as for the tent, two people can use one..."

After a pause, she grinned at Li Yuan again, "We can use one."

"This..." Li Yuan knew that Du Yiyi was joking on purpose, so he showed a embarrassed expression, "Senior sister, this is not very good."

Du Yiyi laughed "hehe" twice: "What's the problem, when you go in women's clothing, we can sleep in a tent together."

Wear women's clothing?I'm afraid not.

"By the way, I haven't seen you in women's clothing for a long time. I really miss it. Why don't you wear women's clothing on Saturday and let the guys from the Academy of Fine Arts see that beauty is gender-neutral!"

Li Yuan: Not really, really not.

Du Yiyi: "My dear brother, you can wear it again."

Li Yuan shook his head firmly.

Du Yiyi: "Whoa, please."

Li Yuan turned his face away unmoved.

One of the two persuaded, the other refused, sawing repeatedly, but did not realize that the bamboo painter on the other side had already stopped his pen, and the ink had unknowingly soaked through the rice paper.

Sleep in a tent?

At dinner that day, Li Yuan suddenly remembered about the weekend gathering, so he told Sheng Ling across the table.

About when to leave, who will go, need to camp for one night, etc., all are clearly stated.

Sheng Purlin listened quietly, then nodded, there was nothing unusual on his usual calm face, he just reminded him to be safe, and brushed off the matter.

After a while, he put a spoonful of corn ribs into Li Yuan's soup bowl: "Eat more, you've lost weight recently."

After moving here for more than a week, Li Yuan has actually gained three catties, but he didn't say anything, and obediently took the bowl and drank the soup.

I have to say that this soup is quite delicious, and the old man is very talented in cooking.

Sheng Purlin put down the spoon, picked up the phone on the table and fiddled with it a few times, and quietly composed a message.

"Ding--"

In the small work group with only six people, the president who had not bubbled up for more than ten days cheated his body.

The members, who were too idle to dig their feet, clicked on the work group with excited faces, gearing up and waiting for the opportunity to show their talents, but they became sluggish again after seeing the content.

Sheng Purlin: [Team building on Saturday. 】

Assistant Li: [What the hell is team building, CEO, we have to go to work! 】

Sheng Purlin: [Double salary. 】

Qiangzi: [Okay! 】

A Chao: [Thank you boss! 】

Assistant Li: […]

Assistant Li: [Excuse me, who are these two? 】

The discussions in the work group were lively, and the surrounding dining table was warm and harmonious.

Sheng Purlin put down his mobile phone, glanced at the person opposite him who continued to drink soup, and who shook his head and legs from time to time, couldn't help but frowned.

In his eyes, he couldn't hide the joy.

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The author has something to say:

Brother Mu: Really... Can I really sleep in a tent?

Sheng purlin: climb