The beauty god is forced to love every day

Mu Tingxiao placed the last piece of rice paper with Yan Qing's name written on it neatly aside. Countless pieces of rice paper piled up five or six centimeters high.

He exhaled deeply, placed the brush on the pen holder, stood up and walked aside, then began to make tea slowly.

The boiling water washed over the green teapot. With his lowered eyes, no one knew what he was thinking. He didn't even notice the boiling water falling onto the table.

It was not until the water flowed down the corner of the table and splashed onto his trouser legs that he came to his senses and slowly began to clean up.

After the tea was brewed and served into tea cups, his bony fingers grasped the jade cup, but the next moment, the jade cup in his hand was crushed to pieces.

The cool tea mixed with bright red fell down, he loosened his hand and let the blood-stained teacup fall to the table, he just stared at it.

A hint of hostility flashed across his sapphire eyes, and he stood up without saying a word, took the key and entered the elevator, as the down sign lit up.

The elevator began to go down.

It probably stopped at the third floor below ground, and the sensor lights lit up. A huge glass greenhouse appeared in front of us, with a dark blue ceiling dotted with stars.

As the day and night change outside, during the day, white clouds hang in the clear sky.

Through the glass, you can vaguely see a white figure standing in the bright red, so quiet and beautiful.

He personally ordered people to build this place when he first met Qingqing. At that time, he wanted to keep Qingqing by his side forever.

He walked forward slowly and pressed his thumb on the sensor. After recognition, the glass door slowly opened.

A gorgeous man was imprisoned on the huge black bed, his white shirt was wrinkled and his silver hair was dazzling and unruly.

Yan Qing was so tired that he fell asleep. He smashed everything that could be smashed, cursed, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The surroundings were filled with bright red Corollas, bloodthirsty, beautiful, and a little crazy, just like its owner.

Mu Tingxiao slowly sat down beside the bed. He looked at Yan Qing with tenderness in his eyes, just like before.

He stroked Yan Qing's tasseled earlobe. The temperature of his hand was slightly cool, but it soon became as warm as his.

My dear, let us rise and fall together in this falling world!

Don't leave me alone, I'm scared.

There were striking bruises on the fair neck, and the beautiful thin lips were warm and soft. He couldn't help caressing them, like a pervert.

Yan Qing moved uncomfortably but did not wake up. Mu Tingxiao just looked at her, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyelids, blocking his sight.

The fingertips traced the brow bone, nose bridge, thin lips...all the way down...

Yan Qing snorted uncomfortably, opened his eyes unhappily, and was dazed for a moment in the deep blue light.

The moment he saw Mu Tingxiao, his expression suddenly turned cold and he slapped the hand away.

Mu Tingxiao smiled warmly, "Would you like to eat something, Qingqing?"

Yan Qing looked at him indifferently, glancing at the things in his hand, "Mu Tingxiao, you are really good. You can actually play so much. I underestimated you."

Mu Tingxiao looked at him calmly, his eyes full of seriousness, "I'm sorry, I should have been here earlier."

Yan Qing struggled for a few times, anger rising in his eyes, "You TM psychopath, let me go quickly, or you will be wrathful to the Yan family!"

"At worst, both of us will suffer. Do you think I'm afraid?"

"I know Qingqing is not afraid." Mu Tingxiao responded obediently, untied the watch on his hand and put it on the cabinet.

Yan Qing immediately realized what Mu Tingxiao was going to do, and her black pupils shrank, "Mu Tingxiao, you are a bastard who will not have any offspring, a scum......"

Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist and shame and anger, and she stared at Mu Tingxiao fiercely, but with a hint of charm that was captivating.

.........

When Mu Tingxiao opened his eyes again, he felt a pain in his neck. Facing those eyes full of hatred, he smiled brightly and let Yan Qing do what she wanted.

His vision began to blur, and the darkness gradually eroded his consciousness.

Yan Qing watched the blue eyes slowly lose their light. He hated it! He wanted to kill the person in front of him, but his heart ached inexplicably.

The constant battle between hatred and reason tore at Yan Qing's nerves. He spat out his last mouthful of blood and fell to one side.

The last moment of Mu Tingxiao's consciousness was filled with scarlet blood, his mind was blank, and the force that was strangling his throat suddenly loosened. He gasped for breath as if he had been reborn.

However, the person in his arms did not react at all. He hurriedly took out his cell phone and called Xiao Er, "Come to Muyuan, Qingqing is vomiting blood and unconscious."

When Xiao Er arrived, he was shocked by this underground greenhouse. It was made entirely of money. The constant temperature system and circulation system alone were enough to give him a headache.

Not to mention the numerous flowers and plants, as well as the water walls that house jellyfish and fish.

Looking at this situation, I can't help but be shocked...

When he wanted to check the situation, he felt the cold gaze and awkwardly turned his head to look at Mu Tingxiao, "Master, why don't you tell me after you see it."