Strategies for flirting through books

In fact, he didn't really want to flirt with Han during this period. He felt that his relationship with Yan Bozong had just begun to show signs of improvement, especially after Yan Bozong took him to see a doctor.People's hearts are unpredictable, it seems that the closer they are, the less shameful they are.

Yan Songwei's buddy brought over his Doberman Pinscher. His Doberman Pinscher was in estrus and was extremely excited, jumping non-stop. After he was almost put into the fence, he was followed by the male dog.

What an unreserved dog, Qi Liangqin thought.

The breeding process is a novel and embarrassing process, but obviously he is the only one who can't get rid of it. The group of straight men around him seem to be familiar with it, and occasionally one or two dirty jokes make everyone laugh.Probably only he had a guilty conscience to be so embarrassed.

He sneaked closer to Yan Bozong until he almost touched Yan Bozong, then he laughed with everyone, but his hand touched Yan Bozong's hand on the fence without a trace, and his little finger touched the back of Yan Bozong's hand, rubbing it one time.

Yan Bozong immediately turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't speak, and put his hands away, and put them in his trouser pockets.

Qi Liangqin turned to look at Yan Bozong, and Yan Bozong also turned to look at him.His eyes were guilty and a little dodged, while Yan Bozong's eyes were full of doubts, and he also read warnings and dissatisfaction from them.

Yan Bozong probably said, why, I just gave you a good look, and you are about to push your nose on your face?

The big guys looked around the fence for a while, and then they didn't bother to look at it, and went to drink elsewhere.Qi Liangqin, as Yan Songwei's lover, naturally had to accompany him, and he had to act very virtuous, busily preparing to eat and drink.After the big guys had enough to eat and drink, he was finally free, so he walked around the racecourse.

The location of the racecourse is generally in the suburbs, paying attention to geography and traffic environment.This racecourse is at the foot of a mountain, close to a small town called Tonghua, with green mountains and green waters, it is indeed a good place.The Yan family's horse farm is still under construction. He just heard at the dinner table that the Yan family is not just raising horses and riding horses for themselves. Complex Division.

Today's weather is very good, it's already the beginning of summer, he just walked around in the sun, and he started sweating, he was afraid of the sun, his face would turn red when exposed to the sun, so he walked back and walked outside the room When he was in bed, he saw the two Yan brothers smoking at the window, and he heard Yan Bozong ask: "How is your relationship with Xiao Qi?"

Qi Liangqin was taken aback for a moment, then stopped in his tracks. Although it was shameful to listen to the wall, he really wanted to hear it.

"Why do you ask that, big brother?"

"I think you don't come home often, and Xiao Qi is a bit weird, is there something wrong with you two?"

"No, the two of us are fine, that's to avoid you, in front of you, how dare we make out, otherwise we will be told by mother that we are not ashamed."

"You, it's fine if you liked to play in the past, but now you're all married. No matter if you're married to a man or a woman, you have to be with you. Don't think that men have wider hearts than women. They won't be lonely and have nothing to do. Stay with him more."

As thick-hearted as Yan Songwei, he probably couldn't understand the meaning of Yan Baizong's words, but as guilty as Qi Liangqin, he immediately blushed with embarrassment when he heard these words.

Yan Bozong told Yan Songwei implicitly that he was unwilling to be lonely.

That's right, probably in the eyes of a serious man like Yan Bozong, he is just a branch of red apricot who is unwilling to be lonely and wants to have sex.

Yan Songwei obviously listened to his elder brother's words, and stayed with him throughout the afternoon.Naturally, I took a lot of photos with him and sent them to Moments.

Then Yan Songwei asked him to post a few more: "You can't just send it to me, you have to too."

Qi Liangqin, who has no habit of posting on Moments, was forced to post a few group photos. Yan Songwei swiped his phone, frowned and said, "It doesn't taste right."

Qi Liangqin looked up at him: "Why doesn't it taste right?"

"Not intimate enough," Yan Songwei said, wrapping his arm around his head and holding it in his arms, raising the phone with one hand: "Smile."

Qi Liangqin saw Yan Bozong looking over from a distance, and he didn't know why he felt a little awkward, but he knew he couldn't break free, so he grinned, Yan Songwei put his nose against his face, and made a gesture to kiss him , clicked, and took a picture.

The angle of this photo is chosen very well. The sun shines from behind them, and through their gaps, it is painted with a layer of brilliance. Their smiles are also very bright. Yan Songwei has a very handsome side face, and he is facing The camera smiled very brightly, and his eyes narrowed.

This photo moved Qi Liangqin's heart.

He is not moved by the intimacy and harmony with Yan Songwei, he is moved by the illusion created by this photo, the harmony of the piano and the instrument, the illusion of love between husband and wife.

Even though he knew that this was not true, he still felt very moved, thinking that he must find someone in the future, and have such a loving life with him, the illusion is so sweet, let alone the truth?

Yan Songwei posted this circle of friends, and he transferred it to his own circle of friends, but a few minutes later, when they were on the sightseeing bus to the racecourse, someone commented on him.

The phone ding-dong, he took out the phone and took a look, it turned out to be Yan Bozong, who commented a like.

He raised his head and glanced at Yan Bozong who was sitting in front of him. Yan Bozong was sitting in the front row, looking down at his mobile phone.

He can probably guess why Yan Bozong gave him such a comment.He pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a wry smile.The warm wind was blowing on his cheeks, and he saw the horses running on the field, either white or black or brown.

Some things are predestined in the book, that is, he is predestined, but he cannot deviate from it, like a moth to a flame.

Some of their friends are going to race horses.

Qi Liangqin didn't know how to ride a horse, Yan Songwei asked him to watch from the side, and gave him a binoculars: "I won't be able to see clearly when I run too far, take this and see how my husband beats them."

Qi Liangqin took it in his hand and sat in the car by himself. They went in to change their clothes, and they all came out after a while.

All of them have long legs and wear riding clothes.

Horse riding is a relatively dangerous sport. For equestrian sports, helmets, riding boots and protective vests are the most important safety guarantees.When riding on the field, helmets and protective vests are essential.As long as you are not too short or too fat, you will look heroic in riding clothes.

But Qi Liangqin's eyes were all attracted by Yan Bozong.Yan Bozong, who is ascetic, is very suitable for this kind of gentlemanly dress. His back is so straight, his legs are so long, elegant and majestic. He made Qi Liangqin understand why equestrian sports are called aristocratic sports.He was so handsome in riding boots, with his helmet under his long arms as he walked forward, whispering something to the people around him from time to time, so handsome that he almost stomped his feet.

Really handsome, very handsome, how could he be so handsome, Qi Liangqin heard his heart door open, his heart was beating violently, and his feet began to shake uncontrollably.

He used all the binoculars Yan Songwei gave him to look at Yan Bozong.He magnified the binoculars, so big that he could clearly see every part of him, sometimes it was his shining eyes, sometimes it was his mouth that was sometimes tight and sometimes smiling, sometimes it was a drop of sweat on his chin, Sometimes it was his hand gripping the reins, or his thighs straining from the force of his stirrups.He is so chic on horseback, his vigorous figure is elegant and wild, and he is galloping on the horse field, like a world-class hero who broke into his life.

When love comes, it is not clear.It may be the first time you see it, or it may become love after a long time.Why does love happen, I can't tell, it may be because of sex, it may be because of love.

Maybe he was just lust in the past, but now he finally has love.