The beauty god is forced to love every day

As Lu Chuanyu spoke, he pushed the beautiful woman next to him over. The woman shyly fell into Yan Qing's arms, fantasizing about a wonderful intimate contact.

Yan Qing naturally noticed the woman's little thoughts. His eyes moved slightly, and he didn't want to avoid her. He wanted to see if he was really gay.

Just as the figure was about to approach, his body instinctively reacted to discomfort and he stood up swiftly to avoid the woman's touch.

The woman fell on the sofa and looked at Yan Qing pitifully, while Lu Chuanyu beside her was also stunned.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked doubtfully.

Yan Qing shook the wine glass and drank the beautiful liquid inside. He looked lonely and said, "Nothing..."

But seeing a woman was an instinctive repulsion. He took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, get out! 100,000 each, put it on my account."

Seeing that Yan Qing was not feeling well, Lu Chuanyu lost interest in enjoying himself. He waved his hand, and all the beauties around him left.

He crossed his long legs and sat next to Yan Qing, hugged Yan Qing's neck in a friendly manner, "What's wrong with you? You are immune even to women, and you are stupid at work."

Yan Qing reached out and took Lu Chuanyu's hand away, moving away in disgust, "Nothing, I just suddenly don't like it anymore."

Lu Chuanyu didn't care at all about Yan Qing's disdain for him, instead he approached her with a straight face, "Don't be so serious."

"Come and drink, a drunk will relieve your worries."

Yan Qing took the wine from Lu Chuanyu, her cold eyes tinged with emotion, "Let's get drunk, and we'll meet in my dreams."

Lu Chuanyu didn’t know what Yan Qing meant, but he could see that Yan Qing was unhappy at the moment, and all he could do was to get drunk with him.

When I woke up, I forgot everything.

The two of them drank one glass after another. Countless wine bottles were lying on the ground. Lu Chuanyu collapsed on the sofa.

He was obviously very drunk.

Yan Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the clear liquid in the cup. The more he drank, the more sober he became. He was not drunk at all. The longing that was originally hidden deep in his heart was infinitely magnified.

It turned into a big net, catching him accurately. The area of his chest suddenly ached inexplicably, and the pain spread throughout his body little by little...

He murmured, "Mu Tingxiao...you have such a cruel heart..."

Then he drank the wine in his hand, slowly straightened his suit, and walked up to pat Lu Chuanyu's face.

"Can I still leave?"

However, Lu Chuanyu did not react at all. Instead, he turned over and continued to sleep.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Yan Qing's eyes. He helped the man up and prepared to leave.

As he passed the corridor outside, he was bumped on the shoulder by someone he met. He looked back in annoyance.

All I saw was a tall figure, which quickly disappeared around the corner.

Yan Qing withdrew his gaze indifferently. After taking just two steps, he realized something was wrong. He began to feel weak all over, his legs softened and he actually knelt down.

He immediately thought of the man just now and quickly called out, "One, two, block the effect of the medicine."

[Yes, Boss.] With a wave of his hands, the effect of the drug was blocked.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard behind him, and before Yan Qing could stand up, a pair of black shoes appeared in front of him.

"Master Yan, can you still go?"

A familiar voice made Yan Qing stunned. He looked up and saw Xiaoyi in a black suit.

The cold eyes carried a hint of expectation, "Is your boss............?"

Xiao half squatted and shook his head, "Boss, he's dead."

When Yan Qing heard this again, a cold light flashed across his black eyes. He dodged Xiaoyi's touch and stood up on his own.

He spoke seriously, "He is not dead..."

Xiao Yi just sighed at Yan Qing's obsessive look and asked, "How do we deal with those people?"

Yan Qing didn't even look at him, and said coldly, "Send him to the police station."

Xiao Yi helplessly watched Yan Qing's back as he left, and couldn't help but remind him, "Master Yan, next time don't leave him outside, keep him with you!"

"There are many people who want to kill you. I can't guarantee that I can arrive in time every time. Boss, I hope you are well, happy and worry-free, and safe and smooth."

Yan Qing paused, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she murmured, "Happy and Worry-free? Mu Tingxiao, what right do you have to ask me to...?"

Then strode away.

Xiaoyi dealt with the person and took the drunk Xiaosan away. He sent the person back before returning home.

In the room, a person was lying quietly on the dark blue bed, the exposed side of his body was covered with marks, and his handsome face still had a flushed look.

.........Delicate and voluptuous.......

Xiaoyi quietly walked into the bathroom, washed off the unpleasant smell on his body, then returned to the bed and hugged the person in his arms.

On the other side, at the entrance of Yuyuan.

Zijing helped the drunk Lu Chuanyu out of the car and hesitated whether to go in. Ever since Yan Qing came back from Country M, no one was allowed to enter Yuyuan.

The young master lives alone in the huge Yu Garden, and a nanny comes to clean the house regularly.

"Go back! Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight. It's not your fault." Yan Qing took the person and walked inside.

Zijing opened her mouth but said nothing in the end, resentful of her own incompetence, although the young master did not want to pursue the matter.

But what happened today was indeed his mistake, and he should be punished...

Yan Qing helped the person through the courtyard and came inside. Just as he stretched out his hand to lock it, it was suddenly grabbed.

Before he could react, he was pressed against the door with great force. His slightly hot cheek pressed against the cold door, causing him to shrink instinctively.

His hands were handcuffed behind his back, the burning heat pressed against his spine, his originally chaotic brain instantly cleared up, and he began to resist violently.

However, the person behind him was too strong and he couldn't break free. In addition, he smelled a faint herbal smell, which was a bit familiar.

The next second, the shirt rolled up in his pants was no longer restrained. His pupils shrank sharply and he struggled hard, but the big hand stroking his waist made him pause.

His red eyes were filled with disbelief, his mind was occupied by that familiar feeling, his heart was beating like a drum, his breathing was rapid and disordered, and he dared not look back because of the beautiful dream that would break at the slightest touch.

His body trembled slightly, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. The corners of his lips trembled, and he wanted to turn back to confirm, but someone pinched his chin.

A vicious and violent voice sounded, "Yan Qing, you forgot about me so quickly and found a new lover."

The action was merciless. Yan Qing was hurt by this roughness. Tears gathered in her eyes. She choked and explained, "I didn't... I didn't..."

A kiss for eternity.......

Mu Tingxiao forcefully took control of Yan Qing's breath, opened the door with Yan Qing's hand, and picked her up with his backhand.

Only then did Yan Qing see the familiar face. The blue eyes filled her eyes, and the short black hair fell naturally.

He tilted his head back and gasped, but his eyes were always on Mu Tingxiao's face. He was unwilling to blink, fearing that this was all a beautiful dream.

When the slender fingers brushed aside the short black hair, the person holding him stopped suddenly and avoided his touch.

Yan Qing looked at him in confusion. Pain flashed across Mu Tingxiao's lowered eyes. He didn't want Yan Qing to see or hear such unbearable things.

The sky was glowing white, the morning light illuminated the sapphire Yu Garden, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the mist carried a faint smell.

Mu Tingxiao was covered in moisture. He carried the person out and gently blew dry Yan Qing's hair, but the person in his arms had already softened into water.

No more consciousness...

Red eyes, wet eyelashes...

Mu Tingxiao put the person on the bed, kissed his baby, turned and went into the bathroom, and the mirror was fogged up.

He reached out and touched it, feeling a little smooth, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

But when he saw his own face, the happy expression disappeared instantly. He raised his hand to lift the hair on his forehead, and saw a scar clearly visible.

He touched it with disgust. In that deadly situation, he survived and was supposed to die, but the ring on his hand actually glowed in the sea water.

He was picked up by a passing fishing boat and taken to the hospital. He survived, but his face was disfigured.