Ordinary but not simple

Liang Hanwen came out of the shower. He didn't put on the pajamas and pajama pants he had brought into the bathroom. He only wore a bath towel around his waist. He was naked and wiped his wet hair with a small towel. He strode to the bed and turned his back to Qiu Chen. Yu sat down.Qiu Chenyu saw Liang Hanwen sitting by the bed wiping his hair, put down the newspaper, picked up the unplugged hair dryer, knelt on the bed, crawled behind Liang Hanwen, and dried his hair.

Qiu Chenyu's mouth is bad, but he treats Liang Hanwen sincerely. Liang Hanwen smiled softly, holding the wet towel that he had just wiped his hair in his hand, feeling Qiu Chenyu's hands on his head, the buzzing sound in his ears The noise of the hair dryer is actually a good part of it.

Qiu Chenyu touched his hair with his hand, feeling that it was almost dry, so he turned off the hair dryer, "Okay."

"Are you ready?" Liang Hanwen turned over and overwhelmed him, "Why do I feel like this is just the beginning."

Qiu Chenyu let go of the hair dryer, "How do you want to start?" Lifting his leg, he used the soles of his feet to remove his towel, and found, "Why are you naked?" , but will blush.

"Isn't it all for the convenience of everyone?" Liang Hanwen thought he would be happy when he said this, but he turned cold.

"Go away," Qiu Chenyu said, "Don't disturb me reading the newspaper."

"You've been reading the newspaper for a long time, so why don't you take some time to look at me?" Liang Hanwen was always confident in his appearance, "At least I have a face that went to art school."

His good looks are the kind of thick eyebrows, big eyes, docile and friendly, not to mention that others like him, even Qiu Chenyu likes him, "So what, I don't look sloppy either."

Indeed, his handsomeness resembles that of Chinese and English, which reminded Liang Hanwen of those plaster heads from time to time, "Since everyone is so good-looking, why don't we give each other more time?"

"Did I tell you that you are pretty?" Qiu Chenyu said with a stubborn expression, "Stop being so pretty."

"I haven't had plastic surgery." Liang Hanwen didn't delay with him, and leaned down, kissing and touching him.

Qiu Chenyu didn't push him away, and took off his trousers cooperatively, followed by his jacket. His posture was normal, his movements were agile, and he was sensitive. How could the person you want to be touched refuse? Panting, waiting to be barred, tremblingly hugged Rubbing his neck, grabbing his back, "Ah, you are like this, ah, don't be like this..." After a few buffers, this is the rhythm that will drive people crazy, "Damn it, you can't...don't use your fingers ?"

Although he was used to it, he couldn't do without a perfect prelude. Liang Hanwen carried him to the middle of the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out the small jar inside, "Here we come."

Qiu Chenyu saw that he was going to be serious, "I'm an old couple, and I'm still so particular about it."

His cuteness is that he is shy and still refuses to admit it. Liang Hanwen didn't laugh, and asked seriously, "Then I will wear a thin film, can you agree?"

"What time is it, you still ask me this," he was not in a hurry, Qiu Chenyu felt that the atmosphere was chilling for half a day.

"Nowadays, anyone who reads novels or has passionate dramas has to pay a membership fee. Why don't you ask me to pay attention to details?" As a freelancer, Liang Hanwen is not usually sensitive to this matter. "You want me to be more dynamic, either I am sealed chapters, or I am changing endlessly, you want me to clear water, readers say I have no literary talent, "pour out the liquid, smear it on him, and get some of it yourself, " I tell them I'm a married man with a man, and they think I'm hype."

"You really speak...you speak smoothly." Qiu Chenyu began to suspect that he was not attractive enough, pushed him away, and rode on top of him, "Be serious, don't just use the plot of your novel to me. , I don't like to hear it."

"Then what do you like to hear?" Liang Hanwen stroked his thin white legs, "Where is the evildoer?"

Qiu Chenyu frowned, touched his eight-pack abs, "Don't want to sleep tonight."

Liang Hanwen was suddenly at a loss for words. He didn't know how many shots he had to make tonight. Anyway, if he didn't come down, he couldn't get up.

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Tadashiro’s so-called errand is to send some dresses to his sister-in-law. She ordered a dress from a certain designer a few days ago. It’s already 10 o’clock. Tadashiro is still holding the clothes bag and standing at his elder brother’s house Downstairs, knocked on the door, did not enter the house, but passed the clothes to the servants in the house.Without explaining a few words, he turned around and returned to the car, and couldn't help but subconsciously put down the car window, glanced at the light that was on upstairs in the eldest brother's house, Zhongzhirou couldn't help smoking a cigarette, and when the cigarette went out, Zhongzhirou Shiro started the car and left.

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Early in the morning, Song Wenxi sent the pouting Song Qinuo to kindergarten, and then went to school for morning classes.A class lasts 45 minutes, divided into two sessions. After the end, I have nothing to do in the morning. From the APP private order software on my mobile phone, I saw the request sent by an acquaintance. According to the address, Song Wenxi met with the customer.

"According to past practice, size 34-37, super high heel," Ding Haiyu handed the model's photo to him, "Is it pretty?"

"Well," Song Wenxi just looked at the shape of her feet in the photo, "Where's the sample picture of the designer's clothes?"

Ding Haiyu knew that he was not interested in this girl, so he handed him the clothes album, "You, you are always so dishonest."

"I'm a shoe maker. You came to me to make shoes. I'm looking at her feet and these clothes. Why don't you go on the road?" Song Wenxi stared at the album, "This designer is quite young."

"Yeah, she's also very pretty," Ding Haiyu said, all he wanted was to introduce someone to him.

"Female?" Song Wenxi asked something outside the company this time.

Ding Haiyu unexpectedly "Ah," said.

"Girl," Song Wenxi was disappointed.

"What's wrong? Girls can't do it anymore?" Ding Haiyu said in a teasing tone, "I also have boys, what do you want?"

"Don't tell me about the models under your banner," Song Wenxi's EQ can't suppress those outstanding people, "If you want to sell the models to me, I suggest you keep them for yourself." Like himself, he has a son, "I don't know how to talk sweet words." He smiled.

This is the rhythm of the Tao, Ding Haiyu immediately thought of someone, "No, no, I know what kind of temper you are, so why should I introduce troublesome things to you?" I showed it to him a long time ago, "He is a colleague of a friend of mine. He doesn't look very good, but he has a very affordable temper. He is not picky or hypocritical. He is simple and dedicated. Apart from his residence and company, where is he? I won’t go there.” I was afraid that he would dislike the ordinary life of others, so I immediately added, “Even so, this kid’s body proportions are not bad, neither fat nor short, a little over 1.8 meters, and he matches you very well.”

Song Wenxi felt okay, looked up at him, and said very seriously, "Then please arrange a time for me." As soon as she finished speaking, she greeted the other party with an expression of disbelief, "Does he like children? If If you can’t accept Xiao Nuo, then no arrangement will be made.”

"No, it's not," Ding Haiyu didn't take it easy, "I'm a matchmaker for the first time, and I'm a little nervous."

"With your eloquence, this is your first time as a matchmaker?" Song Wenxi shook her head in admiration, "If it were me, I would really have to endorse it."

"Don't, don't, don't," Ding Haiyu thought of something, "You can do it, otherwise, I won't be able to stay single."

"Why?" Song Wenxi felt that her finding a partner had nothing to do with whether he was single or not.

"Others say that if unmarried people act as matchmakers, it will be difficult for them to find a match." Ding Haiyu told him fearlessly, "I am the one who doesn't want to get married. You have to help me."

"You have children, so you are not considered single," Song Wenxi said unbelief.

"You're just pretending, you really don't know?" Ding Haiyu saw his inexplicable eyes, "Someone is chasing me, I'm in trouble."

"It's a good thing," Song Wenxi wanted to congratulate, "I wish you a beautiful home as soon as possible."

"What a beauty," Ding Haiyu sighed helplessly, "A handsome guy, the most popular one right now."

Song Wenxi didn't think about it, so she asked, "Gewen?" Isn't it?The age difference is too...

Well, listen, even a man who doesn't understand style knows who this person is. How do you describe Ding Haiyu's mood, "How can I accept him?" Others might think about it.

"It's a good thing." Song Wenxi was only surprised that the young man who fell in love with him was a young man, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "It proves that he really likes you." According to his current influence, he doesn't need to rely on the young man in front of him at all. An uncle came to help, "Is he 19 years old now?"

"Not yet," Ding Haiyu said frantically, "The date on the ID card is fake."

"It was caused by Chaosheng again." Song Wenxi didn't show any sympathy for him. "Actually, no matter how young you meet, you can stand up to it."

"I'm the one who enlightens you now, not you who are teaching me how to do it?" Ding Haiyu took back the stack of papers, "You have seen the photos, and so have others. As for the time and place of the blind date, I will arrange it for you and pick me up when the time comes." Just a phone call," got up.

When Song Wenxi saw him get up, she also got up, "Thank you." After sending him out, she sat back in her original seat, ordered an extra glass of juice, and planned to read magazines here for a while.

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For a freelancer like Liang Hanwen in the morning, whether he has it or not, he wakes up with Qiu Chenyu in his arms, first caresses Qiu Chenyu's face, brushes away the broken hair sticking to the corner of his eyes, and gently pulls out his arm , lifted a corner of the quilt and got up, pulled the quilt again, went to the bathroom to take a shower naked, put on the pajamas that were left in the bathroom last night, walked out of the bathroom with a clean shaved chin, and glanced at Qiu Chen who was still sleeping Yu, leave the bedroom, enter the kitchen, use bright ingredients and grinding tools, make a love breakfast, put it in the microwave, and eat whatever you want, then go to the studio and continue to paint the private portrait customized by the buyer.

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