Chapter 64: He thought, let Su Cheng see Qiao Yang like this

Qiao Yang was weak, lying loosely in Gu Ye's arms and didn't want to move.
But I also thought that Gu Ye was patient and skillful with him twice. He can't take care of himself and ignore his boyfriend.
Hearing Gu Ye's question, my heart relaxed a little, because Gu Ye's time was too long.
He happily drilled into the person's arms, rubbed his face against the person's chest, and asked in a lazy voice: "What method?"
But he didn't know how sultry he was now.
Qi Chang's white body also left a mark on Gu Ye, with a reddish face, slightly closed eyes, and moist lips, all clinging to his body, with an awkward and undisciplined look.
Gu Ye let out a long breath. The hand placed behind the person moved down and slipped into the warm and flexible gap with ease.
Qiao Yang:? !
He immediately became sober and looked up at Gu Ye, with surprise and doubt in his eyes.
He instinctively blocked Gu Ye's hand and asked, "Do, what?"
But Gu Ye suddenly became stronger, and his hands were slightly hard.
Qiao Yang wants to hide.
Gu Ye lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "...Listen to me, don't be afraid."
His voice was low and heavy, and his exhalation hitting Qiao Yang's forehead was hot and long.
From imagination, I knew that Gu Ye was holding back the strong, which might be more than what he could bear.
Qiao Yang suddenly panicked.
He knew when he was caught in his arms by Gu Ye's powerful arms, when he was restrained in emotion and couldn't break free, and when he was helping Gu Ye.
He and Gu Ye are not at the same level.
It's like when males and males compete in the most primitive way physically, physiologically, Qiao Yang is the one who chooses to shrink back to protect himself.
He dodges, but Gu Ye grabs and twists his body, changing from hugging each other to leaning back against Gu Ye's arms.
He wanted to escape forward stiffly, and was again tightly circled by Gu Ye.
Qiao Yang felt how hot the gas he breathed, and even felt the stiffness and temperature of the soldering iron between his legs.
Gu Ye buried his face in his shoulders and cried out, "...Qiao Yang."
The sound is like a lead-colored dark cloud, but it carries a strong passion and a forbearance, and it is like the calm before the eruption of a volcano.
The strong and huge energy makes people shiver uncontrollably.
Like a panic facing unknown things, Qiao Yang's eyes widened slightly, his hands clenched into fists nervously and placed in front of him helplessly.
Gu Ye put his arms around him again, caressing his body, kissing his hair, softly comforting: "It's okay, it's okay..."
Qiao Yang didn't know when he fell asleep, but in a daze he remembered that Gu Ye insisted on taking him to the shower.
He was so sleepy that he didn't want to move at all, and was held on his lap by Gu Ye like a huge baby, washed away the stickiness, then wrapped him in a bath towel and hugged him on the sofa.
Before closing his eyes completely, he vaguely saw Gu Ye busily changing the sheets, and he sighed in his heart: He is also a man, how could Gu Ye have such vigor.
When he woke up again, he was alone in a fluffy and warm blanket, just like an ordinary morning when he used to sleep lazily and awake.
But the joyful sinking last night was like a dream, unreal.
He moved his legs, and after feeling some friction on his skin, he was convinced that something really happened.
He turned his head and looked at Gu Ye lying on the pillow and the cold bed and frowned slightly.
The person who was so fierce and enthusiastic last night opened his eyes but there was no sign. It was as if he thought it was the eight-treasure duck he liked to eat, but he was as lost as he did not have anything inside his belly.
He sat up and looked down to see a new set of clothes stacked next to the pillow. I don't know if Gu Ye found it for him or Liu Wen came in and prepared it for him.
He gave a clear cough, and his throat was dry and uncomfortable. When I was about to call Liu Wen, I saw a bottle of pure water on the bedside table and a note underneath.
Baby:
I have a video conference from 9:30 to 11, and come here when it's over.
---Gu Ye.
Baby?
Qiao Yang's face was slightly hot.
He still remembered Gu Ye's appearance last night, crashing into the cage like a trapped beast, and even his breathing sounded like a muffled growl.
But he kept screaming this word, and it also meant to rely on pampering and cherishing, it made him feel a little sense of security.
Gu Ye is really scary.
Qiao Yang was even more thirsty.
He unscrewed the water bottle and filled a small half bottle, put on his clothes and jumped out of the bed to wash.
Liu Wen, who had been guarding outside, heard the movement and quickly knocked on the door and asked: "Young Master Qiao, are you awake? Can I come in?"
Qiao Yang walked over to open the door for him and said, "If you want to come in, come in, what else to ask?"
As his personal assistant, Liu Wen can indeed enter his room in order to take care of him.
"but……"
He explained embarrassingly: "Mr Gu...Don't let it."
Qiao Yang looked at the empty bed and asked angrily: "You are my assistant, do you listen to him or me?"
Liu Wen was very wronged.
He looked up at Qiao Yang and quickly removed his eyes, then lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I...I'll go to you and make breakfast for you, so you can rest well.".
He left after speaking.
Qiao Yang:? ? ?
He didn't realize Liu Wen's strange behavior until he went to the bathroom to wash and didn't see himself in the mirror.
The original owner is very white, and the skin of the young master who has not experienced wind and rain is even softer. But now there are patches of red marks on the soft and white skin, especially around the neck, shoulders, and collarbone.
When I was kissed by Gu Ye last night, I didn't think there was anything, how come I look so... shocking.
Qiao Yang:...
The shoulders and collarbone can be covered with clothes. What about the neck?
How do you let him go out to meet people today? !
He brushed his teeth and washed his face silently, and threw the towel out of the bathroom.
Liu Wen had already returned with the dinner plate, but only a bowl of white porridge was placed on the long wooden dinner plate.
After spending all night, Qiao Yang, who had been starving for a long time, looked back and made sure that Liu Wen was not following the room service with the dining car.
he:? ? ?
The hotel has a wide variety of food and beverages, and there is also a 24-hour buffet restaurant with catering services.
No matter what, it is impossible to leave him with white porridge.
Liu Wen saw Qiao Yang's unhappiness and explained carefully: "You, you drink first, this is good for your health."
After speaking, he handed Qiao Yang a tightly packed small paper bag.
Qiao Yang took it suspiciously and opened it to see a few sticks of ointment. After taking it in his hand and carefully seeing what was written on it, he glanced at Liu Wen silently again.
Liu Wen looked embarrassed, and his round face with black round glasses turned red: "...you, pay attention to your body."
Qiao Yang never wanted to bear him anymore.
He grabbed a few sticks of ointment and gave it to him: "What are you misunderstanding! Something in your head."
Liu Wen hurriedly continued, astonished: "Ah? You, you don't need it, I, I thought..."
"Why do you think?"
Qiao Yang fiercely said: "Your eyes look like I use these?!"
After speaking, he took a sip of the porridge severely, blew it twice, and sent it to his mouth. The result was still too hot and he threw it out again.
His tongue was scalded, and he was annoyed to find water to cool down.
Liu Wen hurriedly handed him half of the bottle of water he had drunk. After seeing him drank two sips, he was very conscientious and asked tentatively, "Then, does Gu always need these?"
It doesn't look like it.
But if this is the case, he has to contact Geng Hui. After all, there are some things that Geng Hui needs to do.
Qiao Yang put the water bottle in his arms and said, "He doesn't need it either!"
It's not necessary for two men to fall in love. The pattern last night was fine. And after he met Gu Ye, he felt that he was more suitable for it.
After all, Gu Ye's size and endurance are deadly!
Liu Wen was scolded, and he was even more observant. He saw Qiao Yang's appearance and probably guessed Qiao Yang's thoughts.
He was stunned: you are misunderstanding something.
However, he saw Qiao Yang walking around the room in full spirit, and it did not look like a physical problem. Also relieved.
I started to report business to him, but still looked a little cautious: "Young Master Qiao, I found some bad comments about you on the Internet last night."
Qiao Yang bowed his head and drank the porridge again: "What comment?"
Liu Wen: "It's just a few, saying that your comments about writing songs are not very good anyway. You, you don't need to read them. I will try to control the comments today.
Qiao Yang, asked: "It's a music producer named Gao Yuan, did you comment on this post?"
When Liu Wen saw that he knew, he was no longer hiding it, and replied in a slightly angry tone: "Yes!"
"He also said that he was pressured to delete the post because he made an allusion to your post. However, he did not delete it, claiming that it was his freedom of speech and would never give in to powerful capital."
Liu Wenyue said that he became more angry: "This person has a lot of fans, and they are shouting to support him. He also said that there are too few people who have the backbone to entertain like him this year."
"What? It's actually a fake high school, and you also used you to increase his popularity."
"I know."
Qiao Yang laughed, "I didn't let them delete the posts. You don't need to criticize, just let him make trouble like that."
Liu Wen wondered: "Huh? We can get rid of this kind of person. You, do you really care about him?"
Qiao Yang: "Let him dance. Besides, composing is originally based on works."
Liu Wen is still unhappy: "But he is professional, let's just play around, he said that was originally unfair to you."
Qiao Yang took a sip of porridge carelessly and said: "If the professional loses to the fun, it won't be better."
Liu Wen:? ? ?
The boss is so confident? Isn’t the boss just a hobby?
Gao Yuan has been rooted in the music industry for more than ten years, and he is a music artist who can be respected as a teacher by others.
Qiao Yang continued to stir the white porridge in the bowl again: "Go and check for me to see if he has participated in any composition competition recently, and if any, report me."
"By the way, if you can't find it, just ask Chi Lin and Mo Yu."
Liu Wen stared at him with wide eyes: Are you serious? !
At this time the doorbell rang, it was Gu Ye.
Qiao Yang, who was about to take his second sip, immediately put down his spoon.
There was a small jump in my heart, but his face deliberately sank.
His legs were aching, he couldn't see people when he got up early, and the marks on his neck prevented him from going out to see people. These were all reasons why he wanted to be angry.
However, when he saw Gu Ye pushing the hotel dining car in, the upper and lower three floors of the dining car were filled with all kinds of dishes, desserts, fruits, and small cakes.
He pushed aside the tasteless white porridge, and asked in surprise: "Eight Treasure Duck? Is it something made specially?!"
Gu Ye looked at him with a soft smile: "It's the eight-treasure duck that you love to eat. I invited his chef last night and just made it for you."
"Ducks are raised freely in the mountains behind the resort. They are also killed just before. They should be very fresh. You can try them."
Qiao Yang couldn't wait to feast on it, but he played with him: "The chef from S City is called to cook. Are you demonstrating with the chef in Qiao's Resort?"
Gu Ye put out a plate for him and set it up, handing over his chopsticks and spoons intimately, and said:
"I'm afraid it won't suit your appetite. I explained it to Manager Xie this morning, and I got the consent of the chefs in your hotel."
As he spoke, he looked at the mark on Qiao Yang's neck, and he felt a bad sense of satisfaction.
He thought, let Su Cheng see Qiao Yang like this.