The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

The change of Xi Yue's disgust value is too abnormal. Whenever Yu Qing thinks that the disgust value should increase, the fact will always be the opposite.

The squeamish young master suddenly realizes that the protagonist, Xi Yue, is not as simple as in the introduction.

At the very least, it will never be a kind little white flower.

Shangling's house is located on the Daping floor of the city center. Before arriving at the bustling city center, it passes a shining road.

It is the rush hour at present, and the vehicles are crowded and lined up on the asphalt road, and it is difficult to move forward.

Moving forward without any progress, Yu Qing once again set his sights on the path outside the window.

Stalls of different sizes appear neat and orderly on the not-so-wide road. The stalls are covered with colorful food pictures and price tags, and pop music is mixed with them.

Yu Qing's eyes were suddenly attracted by a little girl, who was wearing cute braids and a plaid skirt, and was aggrievedly pulling her mother's hand, begging for something in front of her.

There is a wooden shelf beside the dilapidated stall, which is filled with colorful and cotton-like items.

The owner of the stall took out a wooden stick, sprinkled some sugar in the iron pot, stretched the wooden stick in and circled around a few times, and handed it to the satisfied little girl.

Looking from a distance, Yu Qing didn't see it clearly, but felt that the girl was holding a pink cloud in her hands, which aroused his curiosity.

Yu Qing poked Xi Yue's arm, "I want to eat that."

The three people in the car who were deeply troubled by the traffic jam all looked away.

Shang Ling was the first to speak out: "These things don't have sanitation permits, they're dirty, and you're not allowed to eat them."

No reply.Lin You helped him out, "Indeed, young master, especially if you have a bad stomach, in case something goes wrong..."

"I want to eat." Yu Qing stared at Xi Yue.

The young master lost his temper.

It was very interesting for him to lose his temper this time. He didn't make a big scene, but sat there with a cold and beautiful face, and let them spend their tongues without saying a word.

Cold and violent temper tantrums are the most difficult to deal with, and they can't be solved. If he makes a big fuss like before, they can at least communicate.

And now, they can't even communicate.

Xi Yue: "It happens to be stuck in traffic right now, you can park in front, let me get down and buy."

He also said, "This kind of pigment saccharin is not delicious. The young master is used to eating good things. He is just curious. When he really gets it, he will get tired after a few mouthfuls at most. A few mouthfuls will not hurt his body. He is not so fragile. .”

Xi Yue is very good at talking, first affirming Shang Ling, and then helping Yu Qing to speak in disguise, killing two birds with one stone.

Shang Ling agreed.

Xi Yue came back quickly after buying marshmallows, and bought the pink color according to Yu Qing's request, just like that girl.

Yu Qing still remembered the happy and satisfied expression on the little girl's face when she ate it. He was curious about the taste, so he wanted to buy the same one as the little girl.

Along the way, he stared at this pink cotton candy without unpacking the plastic packaging, just looking curiously, as if what was presented to him was a new and interesting toy.

After a few more traffic lights, the road became smoother and the traffic flow decreased, and the speed finally increased.

Shangling’s house has one elevator and one household. Walking out of the elevator, the first thing Yu Qing sees is a new Chinese-style double-fold copper door, followed by a mahogany end-view platform at the entrance in front, with a welcoming pine tree on it. Round landscape painting made with natural marble.

The large flat floor of more than 400 square meters is only made into three rooms, and the living room alone has more than 100 square meters.

After turning on the light, Shang Ling turned around and saw Yu Qing standing in front of his little lover, lifting one foot slightly.

Xi Yue was helping him take off his shoes and put on slippers.

The young master who thought the mat was clumsy, raised his foot in a bad temper, and stepped on the mat on his shoulders.

Under the natural light, his feet were delicate and smooth, exquisite and beautiful, stepping on the man's shoulders, there was an inexplicable erotic meaning.

Shang Ling's throat became inexplicably dry.

The young master who had finished putting on his slippers and taught him a lesson suddenly looked sideways. Shang Ling, who was caught on the spot, was inexplicably guilty, and his fingers gradually tensed up.

However, Yu Qing didn't pay attention to his plan, but raised his chin proudly, and walked forward without squinting.

completely as if he were air

people.

Yu Qing needed to visit the rooms and decide which one to live in. When he passed the Shangling, he encountered a resistance in his arm, preventing him from moving forward.

He raised his eyelids, his eyebrows mixed with impatience.

"It's late, you should go to bed." Shang Ling looked at the cotton candy in his hand, and said solemnly, "Don't eat these dirty things."

again.

Yu Qing resisted the urge to roll her eyes, why are some people so eager to be a father and so keen on disciplining others?

Before his grandfather was there, Shang Ling cared about Mr. Yu's training and kindness, so he gave him a good look.

Now that grandpa is not here, who will Shang Ling pretend to be?

But Shang Ling's overly serious and serious expression made the bad young master come up with bad ideas.

Yu Qing glanced at the big palm clasped on her arm, her light eyes lacked any strength, but scratched like a cat's paw at the tip of her heart.

His eyes seemed to fall on his head, and the skin he touched suddenly became extremely hot, and Shang Ling immediately withdrew his hand from the heat.

Yu Qing, who had regained his freedom, did not leave, but faced Shang Ling directly.

Under Shang Ling's watchful eye, he stuck out his tongue to lick the light pink marshmallow, some of the marshmallows formed into lumps when wet, and some of them stuck to the corners of his mouth.

The spoiled young master picked up part of the marshmallow with his thin white fingers, slowly put it into his mouth, and slowly picked it with the tip of his tongue.

This deliberate disgusting way of eating really aroused Shang Ling's disgust, and the sharp eyebrows just frowned a little before being replaced by shock.

Yu Qing was indeed eating the marshmallows picked out by his fingers, but he didn't just eat them, but licked them slowly.

The tongue lingered slowly on the fingertips, and then moved into the lips, hooked out the tip of the tongue, and licked off the saccharine rubbed on the fingers, leaving nothing behind.

He was deliberately slow, and even stared at him on purpose.

The wet reflection, the arrogant expression, and the comfortable movements are somewhat provocative.

Shang Ling didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He looks upright and handsome, with an unusually conservative temperament. He has kept himself clean for so many years and is incomprehensible. He is a real workaholic.

Even if he was seduced by someone with malicious intentions, it was always a secret seduction. No one had ever made such a suggestive action to him.

Unprecedented hot blood rushed up from the soles of his feet, as if a blower was blowing in his head, making him dizzy and dizzy.

Shang Ling kept his eyes on Yu Qing's rosy lips, "It's very unhygienic."

"Brother Shang Ling,"

Yu Qing changed the subject on his own, "You haven't eaten, have you?"

Hearing this long-lost title, Shang Ling was stunned.

Shang Ling was older than Yu Qing, so it was reasonable to call him brother, but Yu Qing hadn't called him that for a long time.

Before Yu Qing called him that, he never felt such a strong desire and hot feeling like now.

Shang Ling's eyes darkened unconsciously, and his voice was hoarse: "I haven't eaten."

He asked again, "Is it delicious?"

Yu Qing was so beautiful that it was impossible not to stare at him.

Even those arrogant characters are extraordinarily charming.

Looking at Shang Ling's eyes, Yu Qing knew that he had guessed correctly, and this way of eating really aroused Shang Ling's disgust.

Doesn't Shang Ling think cotton candy is unhygienic?Then he will eat in a more unhygienic way.

The fingers left the teeth, but did not leave immediately, but pressed the lower lip down.

The knuckles reflected the moist light under the light, stained with the powder that was sucked out.

"Come closer and I'll tell you."

Yu Qing's eyelashes were slightly raised, and the tails of his eyes were also raised. Anyone who knew him well knew that he had started to have bad thoughts again.

Everyone could see that Yu Qing was deliberately playing tricks.

But he is also very contradictory. While being extremely arrogant, his eyes are lazy and confusing.

No one can resist such a look.

Shang Ling leaned over.

He swore he had no other thoughts than whether the marshmallows were good or not, that's all.

But Yu Qing didn't speak in his ear, and the rhythmic breathing flow poured into his ear, and the shallow breathing sound was amplified and amplified again.

The heat intensified, Shang Ling just moved, his cheeks softened, and

A little wet.

Yu Qing wiped his cheeks with her wet fingers.

Shang Ling's complexion changed suddenly, and his sharp brows arched in astonishment.

Astonishment, anger, and shock all appeared on this young and handsome face.

He wiped his face vigorously, as if stained with something dirty, his fingers were obviously wet, his shoulders stiffened, his temples twitched, and he said angrily, "You are simply unreasonable!"

Compared to Shang Ling who was so hot that he almost collapsed, the corners of Yu Qing's mouth were full of triumphant smiles.

Let him provoke himself, he deserves it.

The young master who succeeded in pranking the prank was satisfied and raised the corners of his lips, but the saccharine left on his fingers was very sticky and uncomfortable.

He raised his chin lightly, tapped a tissue beside him, and handed his white and tender hand to Xi Yue, "Wipe it clean."

After the squeamish young master gave the order, he continued to appreciate Shang Ling's angry face.

His eyes flashed with boiling anger, his chest heaved violently, and his brows were screaming with anger.

But soon, the anger disappeared from his face, replaced by a new shock.

Yu Qingzheng was puzzled, his fingers were suddenly shrouded in the hot and humid atmosphere, and he followed Shang Ling's dull gaze, also staying in place in a daze.

The young master who was pampered and pampered was beautiful in every way, and his hands were also the same, slender and soft, with slender knuckles, which should have been a very pleasing picture.

——The premise is to ignore Xi Yue's behavior at the moment.

The wrist like fresh snow was firmly clasped in the big palm, making it appear smaller and more delicate, and the two had an inexplicable sense of harmony visually.

And Xi Yue was concentrating on lowering his head, helping him wipe the wet saccharine off his fingers.

by licking.