The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

Yu Qing was carried downstairs by Xi Yue, while Shang Ling walked down the stairs as usual with eye-catching slap marks on his face.

Except for them, everyone else in the restaurant is already seated.

Old Yu's weather-beaten face was lined with wrinkles. Although he was old, his eyes were still bright and his body was considered tough. He was still the head of the Yu Group.

As the most beloved grandson of Mr. Yu, the place next to him naturally belongs to Yu Qing, and opposite to Yu Qing is Yu Qing's uncle, Yu Yang.

Yu Yang didn't talk to Yu Qing first, but glanced at Xi Yue inexplicably: "Young people nowadays are playing in a different way. I'm getting old and I can't keep up, but Xiao Qing, you have to pay attention—"

"You are weak, can you bear it? Don't be breathless after kissing."

"but--"

"Did you really sleep with him? I think he looks like a normal person. On the contrary, you can't get up in the afternoon, and you need someone to hug you." Yu Yang put down his chopsticks and teased, "No matter how you look at the sleeping person It's you."

"Of course I slept with him." Yu Qing insisted, "How can someone be so cheap, spend millions and still be slept by someone, isn't that a disease of the brain?"

"Xi Yue, tell me quickly, did I sleep with you?"

It's not appropriate to talk about this at the dinner table, and Xi Yue's status is embarrassing, so it's for Yu Qing's sake to be able to go to the table, but even so, Xi Yue is not qualified to speak here.

"Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep." Old Yu gave Yu Yang a warning look, and when he looked at Yu Qing again, his face was gentle and kind, "Eat first."

Although Yu Qing has a bad temper, he eats very well. He eats food slowly and gracefully. With his cool appearance, even if he just eats, he looks pleasing to the eye.

The Yu family's family education is very strict, which is concentrated in Shang Ling. Most of his old-fashioned and conservative characteristics are cultivated by Mr. Yu. In Shang Ling's eyes, Mr. Yu is not only a benefactor, but also a relative.

After the meal was over, veteran Yu called Xi Yue away alone, because he should ask about the afternoon.

"Grandpa..." Yu Qing wanted to help Xi Yue speak, but Shang Ling interrupted coldly, "You can't talk about food."

Old Yu coaxed Yu Qing softly, and insisted on calling Xi Yue away. After Old Yu left, Yu Yang also felt bored, glanced at Yu Qing, and left with a cold snort.

Except for the waiters, only Shang Ling and Yu Qing were left in the restaurant.

Staring at Shang Ling who was eating silently, Yu Qing had another bad idea.

Yu Qing intentionally made the sound of the plate rubbing against each other, and instead of eating, put his hands on his chin and looked over with a smile.

"Eat well." Shang Ling warned.

After a while, Shang Ling snorted and raised his angry eyes in surprise.

But Yu Qing was still smiling, and even tilted his head on purpose.

Shang Ling restrained his anger, and just ten seconds ago, a foot came over from the opposite side under the tablecloth.

This foot was still wearing cotton socks and slippers, stepping on it slowly, crushing the expensive suit pants into a mess.

Yu Qing on the opposite side was full of smiles, his eyes were always cold and full of arrogance, but now they were full of viciousness like a gamer, he licked the corner of his mouth provocatively like a bad boy who succeeded in playing a prank.

He believed that Shang Ling would not make a fuss, even if his grandfather was not around, there would still be servants.

Shang Ling wanted face the most.

He stepped on Shang Ling's thigh as if venting his anger, and when he felt that it was about the same, he planned to retract it. As soon as the idea of ​​​​withdrawing was kindled, he was quickly cut off——

Shang Ling grabbed his ankle.

Even pulled back.

Unprepared, Yu Qing staggered and almost fell, but fortunately, he grabbed the edge of the table with both hands to stabilize his figure.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes widened.

A coolness rushed to the soles of his feet, his slippers and cotton socks were taken off, and his whole foot fell into a trap and was locked up.

The young master finally knew he was afraid, and he stared back hard, trying to intimidate Shang Ling and play a threatening role.

However, with such a beautiful face, it will only add fuel to the fire.

Shang Ling took a step forward with his thumb, stuck between his fingers, and rudely repeated what Yu Qing had just done——

Maliciously crushing, grinding, rubbing, and "stepping on".

Yu Qing's back was arched unconsciously, his fingers were intertwined and trembling, and his forehead touched

Above, the narrow shoulder blades are like the wings of a butterfly in the wind, crumbling.

"Young master, are you okay?" The servant approached.

"do not come……"

Yu Qing's ten fingers trembled violently, and his voice trembled and lowered at the end of his speech, as if all his strength had been taken away.

Shang Ling was still going on, the endless revenge, and the rough running over by Bo Yu, all of which were constantly stimulating Yu Qing's already precarious nerves.

A thin layer of sweat oozes from the back of the neck, carrying the scent of medicine, filling the entire dining room.

The servants looked at each other, the young master looked very uncomfortable, but he didn't let others get close...

They couldn't make up their minds either.

On the other hand, Shang Ling's expression was as usual, with a relaxed expression. He happened to be in a blind spot of sight, so that no one saw him when he lifted part of the tablecloth.

Delicate little feet landed on his legs, and the pure black trousers lined his skin with snow. His skin was really tender, but it was full of spring colors.

"You bastard..." Yu Qing trembled and cursed in a low voice, wanting to kick someone, but her eyes were red and she couldn't do it.

But because it is soft and waxy, it seems to be mixed with honey, so sweet and greasy that it seems to be coquettish and whispering.

Shang Ling ate as usual, except for a hand that was hidden under the dining table, and shoulders that restrained heaving.

No one knew that in the invisible darkness, the squeamish young master was being bullied, leaving only fragmented weeping sounds.

In fact, Yu Qing only needs to ask for mercy, or send rescuers to call others, and he can be saved.

But he was too proud, so proud that he would rather endure hardships, his back was numb, and he would never bow his head.

Therefore, for Shang Ling, the pleasure of conquest is better than the pleasure of successful revenge.

"Little master?"

A cold voice came from behind, rising slightly, and the footsteps stopped not far away, as if he was afraid of something and did not move forward.

Xi Yue entered another door. From this angle, one could clearly see how Shang Ling treated Yu Qing, and how he played the superior young master to the ground.

When Shang Ling saw him walk in, he squinted at him, not only was he not worried about being discovered by a third person because of his evil deeds, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his behavior intensified.

The snow-white and soft skin in memory has become a mess.

Xu Shi was taught a hard lesson, and Yu Qing in front of her bit the soft flesh of her lower lip, letting out a pitiful nasal voice.

Or maybe he heard someone calling him, he raised his wet red face like a flash of light, and opened his lips in confusion, but only a cloud of hot and humid white steam escaped.

Shaking like a lone green leaf remaining on a branch, the dust finally settled.