The beauty god is forced to love every day

It took him a year to recover, but a scar was left on his forehead.

Because he hit his head when he fell into the sea, he had to undergo surgery. The doctor did not recommend plastic surgery as it might cause some complications.

Later, he came to Country A and met the spirited Yan Qing, who had countless advantages such as maturity, beauty, and wealth.

He admitted that he was inferior, like a rat in the gutter, secretly peeping at the rising sun, not daring to get close...

It wasn't until today when he saw Yan Qing bringing someone back, and that person was younger and more handsome than him, that he completely panicked.

He walked out of the darkness regardless of everything, and meanly seized the dazzling light, watching her beauty bloom.

He was even more reluctant to let go...

After staying for a long time, Mu Tingxiao came out of the bathroom. He thought of the man at the door, and although he was very reluctant, he still dragged the man in.

He just threw it into the nanny's room and ignored it.

He fell asleep embracing his rising sun.

Yan Group.

Wangyou looked at the empty office and lowered his eyes to look at the watch. It was half past nine and the president had not come to work. This was a bit unusual.

For a whole year, Yan Qing had never been late, let alone not coming to the company.

Other employees were also very curious why their boss, who was always strict with himself, was absent from work.

It was not until noon that Wangyou saw that Yan Qing still hadn't come, so he couldn't help but call her, but the phone rang for a long time and no one answered.

This made him a little worried, and he prepared to drive to Yuyuan to take a look.

In Yu Garden, Yan Qing's cell phone was lying alone on the floor of the living room, vibrating in a piece of black cloth, surrounded by torn clothes.

Wuyou came to Yuyuan and saw the black car. It seemed that the boss was still inside, but he didn't know why he didn't answer the phone.

He walked up, rang the doorbell, and waited quietly.

Mu Tingxiao was a light sleeper. When he heard the ringing, he subconsciously covered Yan Qing's ears, but the person in his arms was not woken up.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and got up carefully. When he saw the person at the door through the curtain, his eyes moved slightly.

It was Wangyou, Qingqing's subordinate. It seemed that he came to see Qingqing because Qingqing did not go to work.

He strode downstairs.

When Wangyou heard footsteps, he looked up and saw a tall figure walking towards him. The powerful aura around him was frightening.

He calmly touched the gun at his waist, and as the man approached, his pupils shrank and he recognized who was in front of him.

The boss's dead lover.

Mu Tingxiao looked at the frail Wangyou and was a little surprised that he was still calm. But that was normal since he was the vice president of Yan Corporation after all.

Apart from Yan Qing, this person has the most authority to make decisions.

"Qingqing, he's still asleep. Wait until he wakes up before talking. If it's urgent, send an email."

Wangyou quickly recovered from his shock and said with a polite smile, "Mr. Mu, please tell the boss that there is a dinner party tonight and he can't refuse."

Mu Tingxiao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "You know me."

"Of course." Wangyou smiled gently, "The boss has many portraits of you in his studio, and the boss took us to salvage in the Locke Sea for three days and three nights."

"Finally, the boss was so grief-stricken that he vomited blood and passed out. We then returned to Country A."

Mu Tingxiao's expression changed when he heard this, and he clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves. Qingqing did this for him. It turned out that Qingqing went back to find him.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Wangyou did not stay and left.

Mu Tingxiao stood there in a daze for a long time. He originally thought that Qingqing really didn't love him, but now it seems that Qingqing does love him.

After figuring it out, Mu Tingxiao showed joy on his face, and even walked like a little child, and couldn't wait to go to the studio.

Looking at his portraits all over the room, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise, and I saw a sentence on each painting: I miss you so much.

He couldn't help but feel tears in his eyes. During the countless nights when he missed Qingqing, Qingqing also missed him. His Qingqing had him in her heart.

When he returned to the room, the person on the bed was still sleeping soundly. He hugged the person tightly with pity and fell asleep smelling the pleasant scent.

Mu Tingxiao woke up from a state of weakness and saw only darkness.

As soon as he moved, he felt his wrists being bound, tied to something, probably on the bed…

There is no change in hearing, smell, or touch, but because the eyes cannot see clearly, the other senses are more sensitive.

There is a light floral scent in the air, as well as a pleasant smell, from Qingqing's body.

"woke up."

Yan Qing came closer to look at him. Mu Tingxiao's affectionate blue eyes were covered with a black cloth. His straight nose, cold thin lips, and full of abstinence and lust...

Mu Tingxiao moved his body to make himself more comfortable, the corners of his mouth raised in a nice angle, his voice gentle.

"Qingqing, are you going to take revenge on me?"

Yan Qing's jade-like index finger slid across the rolling Adam's apple, all the way up...thin lips, nose peak, brow bone, and was about to lift up the black hair in front of the forehead.

Mu Tingxiao's body suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head to avoid Yan Qing's touch. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and his voice trembled slightly, "Qingqing, don't... touch someone else."

The index finger that was stained with Mu Tingxiao's temperature just stopped in mid-air. Yan Qing lowered her eyes, her eyes were dark and unclear, and she pinched Mu Tingxiao's chin forcefully.

He forced the person under him to look up at him, "Mu Tingxiao, you don't have the right to choose now."

Mu Tingxiao noticed that his forehead was lifted, his body trembled, and he didn't know how to react for a moment, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

His most embarrassing part was exposed in front of his beloved, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Even the air turned into a sharp blade, slicing through his remaining pride...

But the next moment, a touch of warmth fell on the forehead, so gentle and careful, but that place was so ugly and disgusting.

Yan Qing sensed Mu Tingxiao's awkwardness and pecked him gently, "Is this the reason why you didn't come to see me?"

Mu Tingxiao didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. Now even his basic appearance was so terrible.

Yan Qing's slender fingers stroked the cheek that she had been thinking about day and night, and moved all the way down...a very seductive voice slowly sounded.

"Mu Tingxiao, tell me how I should punish you. You're still alive, but you didn't come to me just for this ridiculous scar."

"You know how many times I've stood in front of the French window in my office this year, wanting to jump off. Would that bring me relief?"

"But there is always a voice reminding me that you will come back to find me, you will come back..."

"I..." Mu Tingxiao felt helpless for the first time and explained awkwardly, "My face was disfigured and my body had multiple fractures."

"I was afraid...I was afraid Qingqing would despise me and think I was useless. By the time I was almost well, a year had passed."

"I came back to find you, and when I saw you so dazzling, I felt inferior and didn't dare to get close to you..."

Yan Qing took the initiative to kiss him. He knew that Mu Tingxiao had his own pride and didn't want to appear in such a terrible state of himself in front of him.

When the kiss ended, both of them were panting. They reached out to lift Mu Tingxiao's black hair and pressed their foreheads against his.

"Mu Tingxiao, I used to be so arrogant that I couldn't let go of my pride and didn't want to admit that I liked you. By the time I realized it, it was already too late."

"I was so upset at that time. I regretted not telling you that I love you. Now I tell you clearly."

"Mu Tingxiao, I love you."

Mu Tingxiao was obviously stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He asked uncertainly with a trembling voice, "Qingqing, can you say it again?"

Yan Qing looked at Mu Tingxiao's nervous expression and couldn't help but smile, "Silly boy, I love you."

Mu Tingxiao heard it twice with great clarity, and felt his eyes sore. There was someone in this world who loved him.

"Qingqing, I love you too."

"I know." Yan Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at the person in front of him.

Mu Tingxiao couldn't see, but his senses were very sensitive. He gasped and felt unbearable all over.

The muscles in his arms were tense, and his voice was tinged with lust. "My dear."

Yan Qing lowered her head and bit Mu Tingxiao's earlobe, and said vaguely, "Those who don't behave will be punished."

Mu Tingxiao uttered a muffled sound, breathing rapidly, beads of sweat appeared on his smooth forehead due to his forbearance.

As the phone rang, Yan Qing looked at it and answered it. It was Wangyou reminding him to attend the banquet. He glanced at Mu Tingxiao.

He stood up and picked up his coat, "I'm leaving now. I'll be back later."