Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Wei Ziqing didn't know what the doubt in his eyes meant, his heart was in a mess, and he didn't want to explore it.

Now all he can think about is rejection. He knows that important changes will take place tonight, and his response will directly affect the future. When he thinks of this, it is suddenly difficult to say the words of rejection, and his throat is blocked.

"You're still injured, I'm afraid I'll kick you."

"Really because of this?"

Song Boming's arms tightened, Wei Ziqing was pulled closer by an irresistible force, and was forced to bend slightly.

The distance between the two was too close, Wei Ziqing's breathing became unsteady, and his eyes missed his shoulders, so he didn't dare to look at him again.

"Are you shy?"

Song Boming's tone was rarely joking, and the tense atmosphere was broken, but it suddenly became ambiguous because of the content of his words.

He has never stared at Brother Qing so openly, probably because he is living comfortably in his house, his small face is much rounder, but it is not too big when viewed from a close distance, the sharp chin has a nice arc, and his complexion Under his gaze, he slowly blushed, his evasive eyes, rapid breathing, and unconsciously biting his lower lip, all of which made people feel pitiful.

But Xiaozui hesitated for a long time, and still spit out a "no".

These two words are as stubborn as his back that is always straight. Although Brother Qing often has a gentle posture and gets along well with everyone on the face, he knows that no matter how smooth a pebble is, it is not cotton after all, it is a little cotton. tempered.

"Why don't you look at me?"

Wei Ziqing wanted to get up, but he couldn't move as usual, it was very tiring to maintain this position, and when he heard his words, he almost wanted to roll his eyes.

With this kind of atmosphere, such a young and middle-aged man who is like a wolf and a tiger, he can guarantee that if he looks back, he will be swallowed up in the next second!

It's not that he's too confident, it's that he understands the bad nature of men too well. No matter how unpalatable the meat is, he will want to eat it sooner or later. Who made him a carnivore by nature?

He had a premonition that this day would come, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden. He also felt stupid, because he seemed to be moved.

Only those who are tempted will hesitate at this moment, will allow him to be strong, will not dare to look directly at him, dare not answer, otherwise why would he blush when he is molested by this trick?All kinds of tricks can't be used?

I'm afraid it's because he can't do it, or because he doesn't want to do it. He desperately found that it was the same as when Song Poming was drunk last time, and he even enjoyed it a little.

This man doesn't like you!Be sober!This is because this piece of meat is too cheap and too easy!Have you forgotten that he hated himself in the first place!

"What are you thinking?"

The man's words rang in his ears, and Wei Ziqing was shocked to find that the man's voice had become a little hoarse, and his chest seemed to be breathing at a much faster frequency with the big mouthful of breathing.

"This posture is too tiring, let me go first."

With the danger in sight, Wei Ziqing resisted weakly.

Maybe Wei Ziqing's words were too intimidating, and Song Boming's low words sounded more like a spoiled child.

The pressure on his hands became less, Wei Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to stand up straight and escape from here, when suddenly a stronger force wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed him into the man's arms.

"Still tired?"

Song Boming stared at him with extremely serious eyes, as if he was really afraid that he would be tired from standing.

"No, I'm not tired... No, let me go."

Wei Ziqing's face was so hot that it seemed to explode, and he struggled to get up, but the strength of his hands and feet seemed to be exhausted, and he was trapped in his generous arms, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

There was a warm breath coming from his ears, and his deep voice was sexy.

"Don't move, just sit with me."

Wei Ziqing wondered, what kind of old man is this, isn't he a decent person?How can you speak so vulgarly!

"What are you talking about!"

Wei Ziqing glared at the past, but met smiling eyes.

"If you move again, the wound on my leg will really crack."

Seeing that the person in his arms froze, it seemed that he was too ashamed. He purposely spoke in such a vague way, and he really teased him, so he couldn't help laughing silently.

"Be honest and sleep."

Wei Ziqing's whole body tensed up: "I'm going to sleep downstairs."

Song Boming ignored him, turned around and lifted the quilt inside, put the person in, and covered the quilt smoothly.

Wei Ziqing opened his eyes wide, Song Boming looked ridiculous, and stretched out his hand to scratch his chin.

"Don't want to sleep?"

Wei Ziqing shook his head in horror, afraid that he would say something that challenged his heart.

The bed is not big, and two people sleep side by side. Fortunately, there are two quilts, so it is not so unbearable.

Wei Ziqing thought that he would suffer from insomnia, and would be unable to fall asleep because of all the messy thoughts, after all, the sense of presence of the people around him was really too strong, but not long after the lights were blown out, he fell into sleep...

After a night of nothing to say, when Wei Zi woke up, it was already dawn, he opened his eyes in a daze, and found a shadow blocking his view, and looked closely, it was Song Boming who was half-sitting and leaning against the bed, reading a book.

As soon as he moved, Song Boming noticed it, and without raising his head from the book, he just said: "Em's rice is ready, go eat it when you wake up."

Wei Ziqing groaned, if he could regain his composure on the bed for a while in the past, the people who saw a lot would have woken up long ago.

But it's a bit too strange not to get up and read here early in the morning, forget it, after last night, he really doesn't want to talk to him.

Song Boming read the book seriously, frowning slightly, turning the pages from time to time, Wei Ziqing originally wanted people to move their feet, so it's not easy to disturb him at this time.

Even if the person in front of him was sitting, his feet almost reached the end of the bed, and even with the wooden railing at the end of the bed, he couldn't walk over it.

Song Boming seemed to be turning the pages of the book, but in fact his thoughts had already gone to the side, he was paying attention to every move of the person next to him, and originally wanted to hear him begging himself to let him go, but he thought for a long time, it seemed extremely difficult and he did not open his mouth. When he was about to take the initiative to move his feet, the person beside him moved.

I saw Brother Qing carefully squatting up, stretching out one hand to press on the side of the bed, then carefully moving one foot, and was about to stand up unsteadily, Song Boming raised his head, always feeling that he was about to fall up.

Sure enough, Brother Qing tilted his body and failed to stand up. He was about to fall off the bed, so he closed his eyes in fright.

Song Boming's heart tightened for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to pull him over.

Wei Ziqing was lying on his chest, still in shock, feeling a little ashamed, and didn't dare to look up.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Song Poming's neckline. He was still wearing the jacket from last night, probably because he had slept all night last night. The collar of the jacket was wide open, and his firm chest muscles could be seen.

The thin underwear can't hide the beauty, and the dark skin is firm and smooth. This man's figure is really amazing!Lie on it can feel hard...

If only I could touch it...

Wei Ziqing couldn't help stretching out his sinful hand, and moved towards the target little by little.

The moment I was about to touch it, I suddenly realized that I might have lost my mind!If this is touched, what will Song Boming think of him!

Withdrew his hand embarrassingly, pretending that nothing happened, hurriedly got up from the bed, fearing that something more embarrassing would happen, and fled the room in a hurry.

Liu Song Boming looked thoughtful, silently looked down at his chest, and straightened his clothes.

It seems that Brother Qing really likes him terribly. Although he is a bit too bold, he actually doesn't mind if he touches it. If he wasn't so shy last night, he might do something himself.

Sure enough, Lang Jun's temper is really unpredictable, resisting for a while and then taking the initiative.

For a moment, he sighed in disappointment, and picked up the book again. He didn't know if he could still read it, but he flipped through it again anyway.

Qian Ji has been working there for five days, and today he has to find a free time to go over to see the progress of the embroidery man. He doesn't know how strong Qian Ji is, and what level of embroidery man he can find, so he should go and see for peace of mind.

Shopkeeper Zhang was not surprised by his intention, and generously took him to the Xiufang in the back to have a look.

There are about six or seven embroiderers sitting in the embroidery workshop, each of them has their own stand in front of them, and with the flipping of their fingers, the needles and threads thread around like dragons, it can be seen that they are all veterans.

Wei Ziqing didn't know how to embroider clothes, but seeing that the embroiderer's fingers were full and his clothes were clean, he was a decent person, at least he felt very comfortable.

And in the previous life, most of the work was done by women. Today, I don't feel too much disobedience when I see a man like a man doing this.

"This is the best embroiderer in the workshop. Everyone knows how to cut and embroider clothes. They are only responsible for the customization of the nobles. Because of the fine workmanship, it takes at least four or five days for each embroiderer to work on a piece of clothing. I like Chun Zhi's clothes." I found two embroiderers to do it, and the work is almost finished, just as you are here today, let's take a look at the general appearance."

As he spoke, he called the embroiderer called "A Shui" over, and Ah Shui held the red dress in his hand, and with a slight shake, spread out the wedding dress.

Ah Shui is about 30 years old, but already has white hair on his head, and his eyes seem to be a little cloudy. He looks a little old, but a pair of white and tender hands are particularly eye-catching, and some people believe that they are fifteen or sixteen hands.

Even though Ah Shui made this dress stitch by stitch, she couldn't help but be amazed when she looked at it again.

There is no gentleman who does not love bright wedding dresses, but wedding dresses are often only worn once, and they all like to follow the old-fashioned way, and they always look like that, so this unique wedding dress drawing, he immediately felt it. After counting, no matter where it is, this clothes is definitely the first one.

"The tassels have been tied, but they haven't been put on yet, and the buttons haven't been fixed. The rest is almost done. Shopkeeper, can you see if there's anything wrong?"

Ah Shui didn't know Wei Ziqing, so he only asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked pretty good, but he couldn't boast directly, so he asked Wei Ziqing what he meant.

"Madam Song, what do you think?"

The clothes are roughly the same as he thought, because he doesn't know how to make clothes, so there are many mistakes in the blueprints, but it is obvious that the embroiderer who embroiders clothes is experienced and flexible, and automatically converts the blueprints into reality. At this time, Wei Ziqing finally My worries are gone, so I am naturally very satisfied.

"I can't worry about the person shopkeeper Zhang is looking for. It was done in just a few days. It's really the right choice to cooperate with you."

"Wherever it is, the main thing is to draw well."

The two flattered each other, and Wei Ziqing also agreed to let Chun Zhi come over in the afternoon to try and adjust, so he went out to find Chun Zhi.

Chunzhi has always been obsessed with wedding clothes, he knew that Brother Qing had made him beautiful wedding clothes, and he was happy to hear that he could try them on in the afternoon, so he pestered Wei Ziqing to ask about the style of the clothes.

Aunt Hua saw that the two were talking happily, so she stayed with Wei Ziqing for dinner.

"Auntie will make you pork ribs and make some dumplings. I won't leave at noon."

Before Wei Ziqing could say anything, Chun Zhi opened his mouth greedily, and the saliva flowed out.

Aunt Hua laughed and scolded, "It's not for you, you can't eat meat these days."

Chunzhi lowered her head in aggrieved way: "I know, you have to wear nice clothes and not eat meat."

The matter of weight loss was brought up by Aunt Hua, and he felt that it would be useful to make a surprise attack in the past few days.

This Wei Ziqing didn't really care too much, since he had to rely on clothes and make-up, so being so thin by a catty or two wouldn't do much, and last night he secretly gave Chun Zhi a piece of pork belly.

"Don't keep me, Aunt Hua, and I can't eat at your house every day."

Chunzhi was unhappy, tugged at Wei Ziqing's clothes, and looked at him pitifully.

Wei Ziqing knew what he meant, and he was afraid that he would still be able to eat some meat.

Aunt Hua didn't know what was on her mind, so she didn't stay any longer, she smiled ambiguously: "That's right, in case someone wants to come to me again, can I be taught a lesson when I go back last night?"

Wei Ziqing had no choice but to lower his head and look shy, but in fact he was extremely embarrassed. It was okay not to mention it, but as soon as he mentioned it, the memories of last night came flooding back. Song Boming looked like he had drunk too much, and he had a bedmate he couldn't refuse...

Saying goodbye to Aunt Hua Chunzhi, when I went back, I was surprised to find that there was a guest at home. The carriage and the servant at the door looked familiar, and after thinking about it, it seemed that it belonged to Mr. Du's family.

When I entered the courtyard, I saw Du Hanli and Song Boming sitting at the stone table, discussing something with a book.

Song Boming saw him first and put the book away, Du Hanli saw Wei Ziqing after him, stood up hurriedly, bowed down and saluted.

"Say hello to my wife."

Du Hanli is actually not a few years younger than him, and he has always acted according to the etiquette. Wei Ziqing is mature in heart, and he also regards him as a junior, and he likes this child very much.

"Sit down, what kind of tea do you want, I'll make it with you."

Du Hanli quickly waved his hands, "Master, don't be too busy, I just came to ask the teacher for a book, and I will leave in a while."

Wei Ziqing noticed the title "teacher" sensitively, he remembered that it didn't seem to be called that way before, and even though Du Hanli knew manners before, he didn't want to be so respectful today.

Something must have happened in the middle, but it has nothing to do with him. If others don't say it, he will naturally not explore it.

"It's almost noon, let's go after eating."

Du Hanli kept saying that he didn't dare to bother, Wei Ziqing couldn't persuade him any more, but Song Boming was also uncharacteristically not talking about keeping people.

Sure enough, when he came out of the house to boil water and make tea, Du Hanli had already packed his books and was about to leave.

"The teacher said that you have already brewed the tea, let me drink it before leaving."

Du Hanli scratched his head in embarrassment, as if he was just greedy for this cup of tea.

After holding a cup of tea, before I even put it in my mouth, I just smelled it and praised repeatedly: "Master's tea is more fragrant than others'."

Wei Ziqing pursed his lips and smiled, not answering his words.

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