The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

At this moment, 556 was extremely excited: [Now the protagonists' emotions are agitated, like jumping off a building, ups and downs, such intense and surging emotions, what else is there besides the spark of love? 】

Xi Yue, who had witnessed everything, withdrew his gaze, and sat back beside Yu Qing as if he didn't notice.

The moment he took his seat, Mr. Yu walked out with his cane, and Shang Ling withdrew his hand at the same time.

Yu Qing hurriedly stretched her legs back, but because she was too anxious, her small body tilted to one side, and she pressed her left hand on Xi Yue's leg, looking for a support point.

Xi Yue narrowed his eyes to look at him again.

He was not breathing well, his lips were slightly parted, his wet cheeks, and his stubborn watery eyes all weakened his feeling of coldness.

"Can you beat him?"

"what?"

The unexpected question did not make Xi Yue react, and when he realized who "he" was, Yu Qing had turned his head away proudly and straightened his limp body.

虞清问完问题，才意识到自己有多愚蠢，席越和商陵迟早是一对，现在他们只是吃个饭，都能擦出爱情火花，又怎么可能帮他揍商陵。

But he was really angry.

In Yu Qing's world, there are only two kinds of people, one is those who follow him, and the other is those who don't follow him and provoke him in turn.

The former gets along normally, and the latter is listed as an enemy.

Shang Ling is obviously the latter.

With a thin and angry face, Yu Qing stared hard at Shang Ling opposite, completely forgetting that he had been bullied just now and was powerless, now that he had recovered, he started to die again.

The typical scar is healed and the pain is forgotten.

Seeing that Yu Qing's face was not as pale as before, but a little more bloody, and looked more energetic, Mr. Yu followed his gaze towards Shang Ling's unusual expression, and suddenly had an idea.

"Baby, you have kept yourself in the room for too long this time. Grandpa is worried about you living alone in the manor. It's too far away, and Grandpa can't take care of you."

Finally, Mr. Yu stated the main purpose: "You two should live together."

Old Yu had mentioned this matter to Shang Ling before, but Shang Ling was naturally unwilling. At first, Old Yu thought it was useless, but seeing Shang Ling's obviously different attitude towards Yu Qing today, he brought up the old matter again.

It is also a test of Shang Ling.

Shang Ling's first reaction was to resist. He wanted to politely refuse, but a more intense objection sounded.

"No!"

"I don't want to live with him, no!!"

Excited emotions, high eyelashes, all of which strongly explained his attitude.

Shang Ling had never been so disgusted before, and asked coldly: "Living with me has wronged you?"

Yu Qing trotted to Elder Yu's side, squatted down obediently and acted like a baby: "I don't want to live with Shang Ling."

Acting coquettishly to no avail, he can only place his hope on Shang Ling: "Grandpa, you have to ask the owner of the house what he means?"

Doesn't Shang Ling hate him very much?They lived together, Shang Ling would definitely have to kill him.

Yu Qing frantically gave Shang Ling winks, the disgust in his eyes almost came out.

"Xiao Ling, what do you say?" Old Yu nodded and looked at Shang Ling.

Shang Ling, who always thought Yu Qing was a troublesome and cumbersome, agreed for the first time: "Grandpa, I have no problem, it just so happens that my house has a spare room."

Seeing Yu Qingyin's stunned and gradually enlarged eyes, he was very happy, and emphasized: "Even if you take your little lover over to live with him, it will be completely tolerated."

Although Mr. Yu loves Yu Qing dearly, once he opens his mouth about certain things, there is no room for maneuver.

Yu Qing racked his brains to think of a solution, he didn't want to see Shang Ling every day.

Seeing Yu Qing's resistance, Mr. Yu patted him on the shoulder, his aged face was full of kindness, and his words were even more gentle, "Didn't you always like Xiaoling very much before? You were always pestering to see Brother Shangling .”

But that's not him.

But Yu Qing can't tell Mr. Yu that each world is just a bunch of data, including character settings.

The group of data that used to like to call Brother Shang Ling has become him.

Mr. Yu, who knows well that his grandson is soft but not hard, sees Yu Qing's obedience as he wishes. He always looks like this, with a prickly and unapproachable appearance. In fact, as long as he is reasonable, coax him and follow him, there are nine out of ten

will succeed.

He was protected in an airtight manner, extremely arrogant and indulgent, and at the same time extremely simple.

"Grandpa is getting old, it's time to go to bed. If you need anything, you can go to Brother Shang Ling." Old Yu showed just the right amount of fragility, with tired and gloomy brows, which is the usual fatigue at this age.

He glanced at the butler again, and Uncle Lin immediately stepped forward and handed Shang Ling a card, "Master Shang, if you have any expenses later, please help me check it out."

Looking at this black card with no quota limit, Shang Ling's first reaction was that Mr. Yu loved him too much, but his second reaction was that if he accepted this card, it meant he would take over the job of taking care of Yu Qing.

He was hesitating.

Agreeing to live with Yu Qing was unbelievable enough.

Shang Ling looked sideways, and Yu Qing's ice-cold face was flushed with anger.

The staring gaze was even more menacing, as if if he dared to accept this card, he would fight him desperately.

This Yu Qing is a little different from before.

In the past, Yu Qing always looked sick and lifeless, and his temper was even more unreasonable, although now Yu Qing is still unreasonable, even more arrogant.

But different.

Shang Ling looked away and took the card: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will take good care of him."

Mr. Yu's kindness to him is as great as a mountain. Now that his career is stable, it is not too much to ask Mr. Yu to take care of his grandson.

Old Yu coughed twice before returning to the room, stopping Yu Qing's next protest.

Even if Mr. Yu can do whatever he wants in his career, he has to admit the fact that he is old.

With the growth of the years, the cheekbones are raised, and new gray spots appear on the temples that have just been blackened, like layers of frost on the branches.

Yu Qing obediently said goodnight to Old Yu, with a docile and obedient attitude, and when he turned his head, he changed his face.

The eyes that fell on Shang Ling were disgusted and angry: "I want to go back and pack my luggage."

Not negotiable.

Yu Qing thought very well, first stabilize grandpa and then talk about it, when he returns to his own territory, he refuses to leave, what can Shang Ling do?

Shang Ling just watched Yu Qing trot to the shoe cabinet. When he bent over to put on his shoes, his clothes outlined the line of his back, revealing a small part of his snow-white waist.

He is really thin.

Male skeletons are inherently large, but he wasn't.

Small frame, but big temper.

Shang Ling quietly approached Yu Qing's position.

Yu Qing was planning while putting on his shoes, and when he was fascinated by thinking, a strong arm took the opportunity to cross his waist.

He felt dizzy and dizzy, and when he came back to his senses, the limp arm was hanging on Shang Ling's back, and it was lifted to carry it on his shoulder.

Shang Ling has broad shoulders, and the high-end suit cuts out sharp and powerful muscle lines, while Yu Qing has narrow shoulders and a thin waist, hanging upside down on his shoulders, with her soft belly just pressing on it.

The big palms with clear bones are clasped on the back of the legs. Looking at the very thin person, the snow-white leg flesh is squeezed out of the fingers by the darker skin.

Shang Ling was made a little irritable by the overly soft and sensuality. Seeing that Yu Qing was still struggling, his white and greasy calf swayed.

Distraught, he slapped badly on the back with his free hand.

"Don't move."

"Shang Ling, I will kill you!"

There was a snap, and another snap.

Yu Qing just looked thin, and there was flesh where there should be flesh. After Shang Ling put down his hand, the round and plump soft flesh was extremely elastic and lively.

"you--!"

Where did Yu Qing suffer such humiliation?Growing up so big, no one dared to hit him, let alone hit him here.

Raising his eyes a little, he saw the servants around him covering their lips in surprise, and the shame of being embarrassed by the crowd made his face burn.

It is Shangling again.

The person who made him make a fool of himself before was also Shang Ling, did he have a grudge against Shang Ling!

Although the young master has a bad temper, he doesn't know how to swear. He swears with harmless words, "Are you a hooligan? How can you hit me here!"

The weeping sound produced by shame sounded unreasonable and lovable and pitiful.

Shang Ling stopped in his tracks, his deep eyes swept over everyone, and many servants hurriedly lowered their heads and scattered like birds and beasts.

There were only the two of them in the empty corridor.

Shang Ling gave another warning, the person on the shoulder struggled harder, he simply reached out and reached into the hem of the shorts, submerged in the shadow of the folds.

He tugged at the edge of the pure white cloth excessively, whipped the rubber band slightly on the edge of the round and soft flesh, spreading a faint powder.

The moment the fingertips touched the soft skin, Yu Qing's small face flickered with horror and fear, and she was so sluggish that she dared not move.

It finally stopped.

"You scold again?"

Just as Yu Qing was about to open his mouth, Shang Ling's cold warning came again, "If you don't want me to teach you a lesson, just shut up."

Yu Qing was ashamed and angry, because she was hanging upside down, her chestnut color spread out around her pink skin, revealing her flushed soft cheeks.

He was so ineffective every day, so he could only pin all his hopes on Xi Yue on the first floor.

"Xi Yue! Help me!"

"I don't want to go to Shang Ling's house, Xi Yue!!"

An earth-shattering cry came from the second floor, with an anxious tone and tearful voice, completely aggrieved by being cornered.

Hearing the sound, Xi Yue looked up.

Lin You, Shang Ling's assistant, immediately stopped him and said, "Young Master and Mr. Shang grew up together. They often play around like this, so don't take it too seriously."

He emphasized, "The young master listens to Mr. Shang very much."

As soon as he said that, there was a loud and crisp sound from the second floor.

The man's deep voice sounded: "Have you had enough trouble!"

Another arrogant voice followed closely behind: "If you don't want to be slapped again, just let me down!"

"you--"

"Snapped--"

Another slap.

If it had been uninterrupted just now, then the subsequent slaps would resound like a gust of wind and rain.

The sound of ping-pong followed, and the sound of intense pursuit came from the second floor.

Xi Yue looked sideways at Lin You, whose face was blue and white: "Do you want to go up and have a look? Mr. Shang seems to be in need of help."

Lin You showed embarrassment, and warned: "This is just a small affair between them, don't interfere." After speaking, he hurried upstairs.

Xi Yue didn't go upstairs to meddle in his own business.

He probably guessed that Yu Qing kept him in order to stimulate his sweetheart Shang Ling, but he thought it was unreasonable.

At least from his point of view, the young master of the Yu family didn't have any thoughts about Shang Ling, but wanted to stay away.

Anyway, the money actually went into his account.

Xi Yue has already received an admission offer for next year, and currently has very little time, just taking care of a spoiled young master, which is not hard work.

It's easy to make money and work, so why not do it?

The Yu family's old house is decorated in a typical Chinese style, with a simple and elegant style, and a panoramic landscape painting hangs on the main wall.

The style of the picture is fresh and vigorous, the use of ink is subtle, the layers are rich and empty, and it is obviously the work of everyone.

When Xi Yue was fascinated by admiration, there was a loud noise from the second floor.

He looked up, and saw a pair of blindingly white calves protruding from the wooden railing on the second floor.