The correct way to use the white moonlight

From that day on, Xie Qinghong had bedtime stories to listen to every night, and the ups and downs of the plot, the twists and turns of the plot made him unable to stop.Ye Changfeng didn't expect that his dry narration would make him like it so much, and he couldn't help being interested in the narration. Watching him blinking and looking at him with bright eyes every day, he felt his heart melt into water.

However, soon Xie Qinghong was not so leisurely. This time he really had homework. He was drawing his own paintings every day, completely immersed in his own world.Ye Changfeng could bear it for a day or two, but after a month, he couldn't stand seeing Xie Qinghong still indulging in painting all day long.

As soon as he got home, he heard the servant say that Xie Qinghong had stayed in the studio for nearly four hours, and Ye Changfeng's face was gloomy and terrifying.He strode to the studio, opened the door, and saw Xie Qinghong standing in front of the easel, painting earnestly.Xie Qinghong's expression was very focused, and the eyes he looked at his painting could even be said to be pious, and he didn't notice that a person had broken in at all.He was completely immersed in his own world. In this world, there was only him and his paintings, and there was no Ye Changfeng. How could Ye Changfeng bear it.

Ye Changfeng strode over, turned his body around at once, grabbed his paintbrush and threw it in the corner, "Do you ignore what I say? As long as I come back, you will not be allowed to stay in the studio. "

Compared to Ye Changfeng's anger, Xie Qinghong was going crazy. Looking at the destroyed paintings and the thrown away paintbrushes, he couldn't stop his anger.His eyes were wide open, his face was flushed, and he clenched his fists tightly. He seemed eager to rush over to fight Ye Changfeng, "Are you crazy? You ruined my painting! This is me Months of hard work are the work of my hard work!"

"So what?! Anything that attracts your attention more than me should not exist." Ye Changfeng didn't feel that he had done anything wrong at all, and it could even be said that he really wanted Xie Qinghong to never be able to paint again. So that his eyes can completely fall on himself.

Xie Qinghong almost laughed angrily, how could someone blame him so confidently after doing something wrong.In the past, the president could only endure it, but it was really unbearable to have his beloved work destroyed, "I really don't know what you want to play, Your Excellency President. I have no grievances or hatred with you. My family background is clean, I am neither a spy nor a criminal, why do you insist on arresting me here. No matter where I have offended you, at least give me an explanation, so that I am locked up for no reason, even if I am the president You can’t do that either. So, what do you want to do? What do you want from me? As long as you explain clearly, I will do everything for you.”

It was the first time Ye Changfeng was confronted by Xie Qinghong like this. It seemed that he was really angry. Listen to his question.After such a long time, he has done it so clearly, it's really okay for this little guy to pretend to be confused while pretending to be smart.Since he wants an answer so much, then I will fulfill him.

Ye Changfeng picked him up, and when he saw him struggling, he patted his butt, "Be honest! Don't you want an answer? I'll tell you right away."

Xie Qinghong's head was down, his stomach rested on Ye Changfeng's hard shoulders, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.He couldn't move yet, but when he moved, Ye Changfeng thought he was going to struggle, so he would take the opportunity to slap his butt a few times as a punishment, he couldn't be more aggrieved.

Xie Qinghong was thrown on the bed, and he was still in a state of dizziness, when he realized that Lord Ye Changfeng had started to take off his clothes, so he was going to sleep so early? ? ?They were obviously still arguing just now, why did they suddenly switch channels? ? ?

Ye Changfeng took off his clothes neatly, and carried Xie Qinghong, who was still lying on the bed dizzy, in such a big way, tore off his shirt, and pressed his legs, looking condescendingly like The person lying there helpless like a newborn lamb, "Now, do you understand?"

Xie Qinghong opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Ye Changfeng, the burning emotion in his eyes made him flinch.His whole body seemed to be on fire, and his whole body was red, reflecting his white jade-like skin, making him look extraordinarily alluring.

Ye Changfeng wouldn't give him time to react, since he himself said what to give, why should he be polite to him.This month, he felt that he was about to become a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, holding his naked sweetheart every day and still not being able to eat it, this feeling was going to kill a saint.

Xie Qinghong's legs were firmly pressed down by Ye Changfeng's two long legs, and he couldn't move at all, and his hands were pinched above his head by one of his hands. Except for his head, he could twist twice, and he couldn't move anywhere else. Was tightly controlled.Then he felt Ye Changfeng's lips, which smelled faintly of tobacco, pressed against his lips, and began to attack the city crazily.

Xie Qinghong could only "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." but it was useless against an opponent of the President's level.What made him even more terrified was that the President finally let go of his lips, but headed for another place. This kind of intensely aggressive kiss made him feel terrified and numb.

The corners of Xie Qinghong's eyes were red, and he begged for mercy: "Don't...don't...don't do this..." This forced feeling was really uncomfortable, he could only blindfold his eyes and pant heavily.

After a crazy night, Ye Changfeng cleaned up for him contentedly, then fell asleep with him in his arms.The tortured Xie Qinghong was so weak that his whole body seemed to be run over by a car. He couldn't even lift a finger, and finally fell asleep sobbing.

When Xie Qinghong opened his eyes, he found that his eyes were terribly painful, swollen and swollen, which showed how pitifully he cried last night.After a little movement, he found that there was a strange feeling and pain in that place, which made him afraid to move any more.

"Does it still hurt?" In order to thank Qinghong, Ye Changfeng took a day off today and decided to stay with him at home.He was full of food and drink, his expression was very gentle, and even his tone of speech was a little less commanding.

Xie Qinghong was silent, how could he be willing to talk to the President at this moment, last night he was forcing him completely regardless of his wishes, how could he do that.

Xie Qinghong didn't want to talk, and Ye Changfeng wouldn't force him, so he took out a tube of ointment from the bedside drawer, "I'll give you some medicine first, and I'll feed you porridge later."

"No!" Xie Qinghong refused with a hoarse voice. He never thought that Ye Changfeng would say such a thing so brazenly. Do you think he would appreciate this kind of hypocrisy?

"If you don't want it, you have to. It's not good for you if you don't apply medicine." Ye Changfeng didn't allow him to resist, so he opened his legs like this, put some ointment on his fingers, and gently applied it on that place, no matter how much Xie Qinghong cried No matter how much you swear, you must finish it.

Xie Qinghong lay there panting heavily, with tears all over his face, looking very miserable.Ye Changfeng gently wiped away his tears, covered him with the quilt, put on his clothes, and went downstairs to serve dinner.This night, both of them had exhausted a lot of physical energy and energy, so they had to supplement some nutrition.

When he brought the porridge, he wanted to feed Xie Qinghong spoonful by spoonful, but Xie Qinghong turned his face away and avoided. Ye Changfeng frowned and persuaded: "Eat some hot porridge and replenish your strength, or your stomach will not be able to bear it."

Xie Qinghong had no expression on his face, but he was sneering in his heart, will I let you abuse me after I'm full?Seeing his stubbornness, Ye Changfeng's tone suddenly became severe, "Do you want to eat obediently, or do you want me to force-feed you?!"

Xie Qinghong immediately widened his eyes angrily, how could this person do this?He struggled to pounce on Ye Changfeng, and swept the bowl in his hand to the ground to express his protest.

"Okay...very good." Ye Changfeng gritted his teeth and said, he immediately poured another bowl of porridge from the porcelain cup next to him, tried to find the temperature was just right, then pinched Xie Qinghong's mouth so that he couldn't close it, and then He poured a sip into his mouth like this, and then immediately closed his jaw, forcing him to swallow the porridge.

"What? Do you still want to eat like this?" Ye Changfeng looked at him indifferently. At this time, he completely lost the tenderness of last night, treating Xie Qinghong like treating those disobedient soldiers.

Xie Qinghong covered his mouth, coughed for a long time, shook his head with tears in his eyes, expressing his submission.

"Very good, that's how you behave." Ye Changfeng sat down again, and fed him spoonfuls, looking very gentle and careful, as if he wasn't the one who was scarier than the devil just now.