The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

Yu Qing's tone was very strange, as if there was a little charity and pity in the middle of the sky.

Even that arrogant expression is like a gift.

He is really conflicted.

The bad temper that should be annoying, but the self-confidence engraved in his bones is extraordinarily flamboyant, as if he was born to be so free-wheeling, unrestrained, and loved by others.

Lu Feng's breathing was disordered, under his calm eyes were raging and blazing flames, his moist and hot breath lingered in his ears, cleverly penetrated into the ear canal, and flowed through his body to generate a strange heat.

Kneel down for Yu Qing?

If you can really be with him, kneeling down is nothing.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to Yu Qing, but Yu Qing mistakenly thought that he was going to hit herself.

Yu Qing moved the rescuers and shouted: "Xi Yue!"

The third man's name broke the charm, and the emotions that were provocative to the extreme were burning like hot needles.

The boiling was still there, but it was extremely uncomfortable and hard to ignore.

Xi Yue put his hands under Yu Qing's armpits and easily took Yu Qing away.

Lu Feng didn't stop him, watching Yu Qing being hugged in his arms.

Just touched his arm, and now it's hanging on another man's neck.

Eyes so beautiful that they were naughty, looking at him provocatively, and mouthing at him again: change, state.

Lu Feng couldn't help laughing.

So funny.

Not long ago, Yu Qing hugged him affectionately, but in the blink of an eye, his face changed.

His two-faced behavior is really fascinating, just thinking about it will make people excited.

Yu Qing soaked for a long time, Xi Yue carried him out of the hot spring water.

Lu Feng stayed in the hot spring water for a while to calm down.

When Lu Feng sorted out his emotions, Yu Qing and Xi Yue had finished rinsing, Yu Qing's hair was wet, and Xi Yue was helping him to wipe his hair.

But Xi Yue obviously had never done such an errand, and coupled with his emotional outburst, he lost the importance of his attack.

The squeamish young master got angry because of Xi Yue's clumsy behavior: "Can you rub your hair? You make me hurt!"

"You got it in my eyes!"

In the steaming white steam, Yu Qing was wearing a dark bathrobe, and the dark color made his skin whiter and tenderer.

He is very white, and it is a sickly white. After the snow skin is powdered by hot spring water, there is an unconscious obsession.

Lu Feng stared at him for a moment, then stepped forward to ask for Ying: "Let me come, I promise I won't hurt you."

Yu Qing glanced at him suspiciously.

Xi Yue had no intention of giving in, and his tone was very light: "With Mr. Lu's identity, can he serve others?"

Since tearing his face just now, Xi Yue didn't bother to pretend to be with Lu Feng, the previous low-key respect disappeared, replaced by strong sarcasm and aggression.

But Yu Qing couldn't hear it.

He didn't want Lu Feng to help him either. He had played with Lu Feng just now, and he was afraid that Lu Feng would take the opportunity to retaliate.

But Xi Yue also made Yu Qing uncomfortable, so he simply grabbed the towel and walked out angrily: "I'll do it myself."

As soon as Yu Qing left, the two of them didn't pretend at all.

Two pairs of icy eyes clashed silently, the air pressure in the locker room plummeted, and even breathing became difficult.

They turned into beasts at this moment, fighting for the female beast in their own way.

Male animals are so possessive that they are pathologically possessive. They always want to be exclusive and cannot tolerate other possibilities.

Lu Feng's thin lips moved slightly, just as he was about to say something, the phone in the cabinet vibrated continuously.

He paused the confrontation and opened the cabinet door.

Many unanswered calls were displayed on the screen, as well as WeChat messages.

He took a cursory glance and found that all the visitors were Shang Ling, who seemed to be talking about work.

The two companies do cooperate, but why is Shang Ling so anxious?

Just thinking about this, Shang Ling made a video call, and Lu Feng answered it irritably, the phone screen was blurred by heat, but he could still see Shang Ling's current state.

Despite his expression, the tightly knit brows still showed that he was not in a peaceful mood.

"Mr. Lu, have you forgotten that there is a public meeting at 06:30?"

Meeting?

There is indeed such a thing, but didn't Mr. Yu postpone the time until tomorrow?

"Mr. Lu, I hope you can be punctual. Having a sense of time is the most basic respect and education, and it is also an important condition for our long-term cooperation."

Shang Ling was born with an extremely upright spirit, his facial features were correct and he couldn't make mistakes, and his words were also correct and precise when he spoke.

But there is an information gap between them.

Although he didn't know why Mr. Yu didn't tell Shang Ling about the postponement of the meeting, as a partner, Lu Feng still decided to take the initiative to inform.

Lu Feng casually grabbed a towel and walked out: "Mr. Shang, the public meeting has been postponed until three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Although I don't know why you didn't know about it, this is indeed Director Yu's idea."

The temperature in the corridor was low, so Lu Feng wiped the screen clean with a towel.

Now is his rest time, but Shang Ling disturbs him with work matters, their friendship is not so good that they can chat with each other through video calls at any time.

He was very upset.

But Shang Ling's status is special, and when he and Yu Qing are together in the future, he has to call him brother.

Sooner or later, we are a family, and we have to give them face.

The clear faces of the two gradually appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, and Shang Ling frowned deeper, as if he really didn't know about the delay of the meeting.

Just as he was about to hang up the video call, he heard an extremely impatient voice.

"I said I wipe it myself, I blow my hair myself."

"Would you?"

Shang Ling would never mistake who these two voices belonged to.

Yu Qing and Xi Yue.

At the end of the corridor, Yu Qing's flushed face was full of impatience, he slapped away Xi Yue's hand: "Don't follow me."

Xi Yue actually thought that he couldn't blow his hair.

He was just too lazy to do these things, how could he not even blow his hair.

Xi Yue was born with a careful look, but he didn't know how serious it was when he wiped his hair, and the water droplets got into his eyes.

I blow-dry my hair too much, and now there is still a small piece of scalp burning.

He didn't know how attractive he looked now.

The corners of the eyes and the sides of the cheeks are all charming, the wet hair is like a snake winding on the pink and white skin, every detail seems to be deliberately teased.

Lu Feng was distracted, the phone slipped and rolled twice on the ground.

Yu Qing glanced at Lu Feng, then frowned and moved forward.

His eyes were still uncomfortable, and things were blurry, and he didn't notice the mobile phone with the screen facing up on the ground.

Yu Qing was about to step over the mobile phone on the ground, Lu Feng shouted: "Wait!"

The footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the mobile phone, and Yu Qing's expression was a little confused.

Shang Ling at the other end of the video connection almost stopped breathing.

He was looking up at Yu Qing. Although the angle was a bit weird, he could clearly see Yu Qing's steamed face.

The eyelashes are wet in pinches, and the posture is idle, with a vague laziness.

Perhaps feeling his gaze across the screen, Yu Qing suddenly looked down at the camera.

The eye sockets are red, the hair is wet, and the water drops run from the forehead to the tip of the nose, forming a transparent bead.

Time seemed to stand still.

Except for Yu Qing, Lu Feng and Xi Yue had already noticed that the phone video was not hung up, and they also saw the tense and surprised face on the screen.

Shang Ling didn't make a sound, he wasn't sure if Yu Qing saw him, peeping through the camera, the tense and secret stimulation flooded the senses like a tide.

His eyes kept following the drops of water on the tip of Yu Qing's nose.

As Yu Qing raised his head, it wobbled, and then fell heavily, just hitting the camera.

After that, Yu Qing raised her legs, and the dark bathrobe parted towards her legs, and the light illuminated her thin white legs.

He steps over to the camera.

Shang Ling could only see blurred blocks of color.

He didn't know when the video was hung up, and he didn't know when the secretary came in to report on his work.

He was in a trance, and his thoughts were occupied.

The workaholic who can maintain 100% focus on work, can't concentrate for the first time.

Shang Ling gave up on himself and closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair weakly, with complicated emotions surging in his chest.

Why is it pink...