After going through the anti-slag slag, he was mad at the beauties

"No."

"Oh, who planted that?"

"My father, but he won't come back for a while."

Qi Ye found some work for his father's company, so he probably won't be back in three or two days.

If he had known about Qi Ye's methods, Su Zijiang would have been stunned and said that you are so filial.

Su Zijiang patted her small chest.

Huh, Jiang Jiang was scared to death.

I thought Qi Ye could even farm.

Then he is really good.

"Then Jiang Jiang can visit?"

To see what food is available, and then take it back to cook.

"Ah."

The housekeeper thoughtfully brought Su Zijiang a small pannier, a straw hat to shade the sun, and a pair of rain boots.

Looks like a cute little farmer.

"Mr. Qi, look at Jiang Jiang's appearance~"

Qi Ye couldn't help curling his lips, and touched his hat with his hand, but all he felt were the grain of the hat, not the soft hair.

Probably a little unpleasant.

"Go."

Qi Ye fell to the ground, and he was handling official business on the side.

From time to time, I looked up at the busy figure on the dirt, and felt very satisfied.

When the old man changed the garden into this way, he didn't agree with it, now it seems.

It works a little bit.

Qi Ye looked at Su Zijiang who was pulling out the radish on the ground but couldn't pull it out. The smile on his lips didn't stop. He tilted his head, "Allow him a certain amount of money."

"Okay." The butler smiled gratifiedly.

The two men may not be in a stalemate anymore.

Su Zijiang looked at the radish that had been plucked out by him, and put the grass back with some embarrassment, "Why don't you grow it again?"

It is too difficult to pull out.

All bald.

"I come."

Su Zijiang looked at the tall and tall man bent down, and he grabbed the short-cut leaves with one hand, pulled gently, and a whole radish came out...

Su Zijiang's eyes brightened instantly: "Wow~ You are amazing!"

Qi Ye patted off the mud with some disgust, frowning slightly.

Before he could get over the disgust, he heard Su Zijiang say happily: "One is enough, let's catch the chicken!"

Qi Ye: "..."

The chicken was caught, and Su Zijiang's clothes were torn. When he caught the chicken just now, his clothes were caught by the branches. He ran out and was bounced back...

"Sha hurts so much."

"Yeah, my clothes are torn too."

Qi Ye directly threw the chicken to the housekeeper who came to help, with a sullen face, looking a little fierce.

"Mr. Qi, Jiang Jiang's clothes... are torn."

A small hole was broken.

Could it be that his delicate skin was scratched from the hole, and the large red marks looked shocking and distressing.

"Go back and take a shower first."

Qi Ye held Su Zijiang's small pannier in one hand, and pulled him out with the other.

There are too many winding paths.

Take it safe.

Su Zijiang took off his dirty clothes, saw the big strawberry on his neck in a daze, and pinched it with his hands in aggrieved way.

Why hasn't it disappeared yet?

Mr. Qi is too... too hard.

Thinking of Qi Ye, Su Zijiang thought of his face, his hands, and his collarbone...

Want to pinch.

He seems to have an instinct for something beautiful.

"Don't think about it! Don't think about it!"

Su Zijiang shook his head and walked under the shower.

An unknown but nice tune was humming in his mouth.

"Dong dong."

"Who is it?"

"I," said Qi Ye's voice, "the clothes are hanging on the doorknob."

"Oh, thank you Mr. Qi."

After taking a bath, Su Zijiang looked at himself in the mirror, his cheeks were flushed, and there was light in his deer-like wet eyes.

Because I don't go out very much, my skin is fair and delicate.

No matter how you look at it, how squeamish.

Su Zijiang smiled at himself, then stretched out his hand to get the clothes, and pinched a pocket bag. He poked his head and upper body out again, got the bag, and met the person in front of him.

Su Zijiang shrank back subconsciously: "...Mr. Qi, you, why are you still here?"

"I'm afraid you won't get it."

"Thank you, thank you, that Jiang Jiang puts on her clothes first."

The bathroom door was closed again, and Qi Ye stood at the door, his beautiful peach eyes seemed to be occupied by desire, the corners of his eyes were dark red, upon careful observation, his breathing was a bit heavier than usual.

Standing at the door and closing your eyes, the images that just stayed in your mind are all there.

The boy's skin was so white, when he opened the door, dense breath kept gushing out, with a tumbling faint sweetness, constantly teasing.

When he looked over, his big Youyuan eyes were full of surprise, like a frightened rabbit.

Qi Ye lost control of a person for the first time.

He's never been like this before.

I just feel that they can be played with in the palm of my hand, and watching them suffer can bring short-term pleasure.

But now, something seems to be different...

Qi Ye's shirt was very big.

The black shirt was made of comfortable and cool fabric. Su Zijiang was very satisfied after wearing it. The cuffs had golden buttons and a black rose was printed on it.

The young man pushed open the door, his skin was as white as snow, rosy in the white, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, his lips were red because of the hot air, making people madly want to possess it.

Especially that pair of straight, slender and well-proportioned legs, which match with black makes people think about it.

years playing legs.

A few locks of hair were hanging wet by his ears, and he hadn't blown them yet.

Qi Ye took out the cigarette he was biting, put out the butt and dropped the cigarette butt, and walked towards Su Zijiang.

Su Zijiang looked at him with round and pure eyes, not knowing why.

He only knew that Qi Ye was different now, and he couldn't tell what was different.

Qi Ye bent down, put one hand through his thigh, and hugged him in his arms.

Su Zijiang struggled for a while, but it was useless, so he hugged the man's neck and sniffed it. He smelled a big smell of smoke, and he coughed a little uncomfortable.

"Cough cough cough~"

Qi Ye put him on the sink, and his hands rested on the sides of Su Zijiang's thighs.

This pose is too close.

Even Su Zijiang could feel the warm breath drifting over his head.

"Don't like the smell of cigarettes?" After smoking, Qi Ye's voice was a little hoarse, but it was inexplicably attractive.

"Ah."

Su Zijiang doesn't smoke herself, and she hates smoking, and she doesn't even like the smell of smoke.

"Then I won't smoke anymore," Qi Ye said, lowering his head, his lips were almost close to Su Zijiang's ear, and the voice like the sound of heaven sounded again, "OK?"

My ears are itchy and hot.

Su Zijiang wanted to touch his small ear, but his hand was stopped halfway.

He was forced to hear the man's heavy and sexy breathing, which was so clear and sounded in his ears.

His whole body was almost trembling by the teasing, "Okay, okay."

Qi Ye smiled with satisfaction, and the laughter reached Su Zijiang's ears.

He closed his eyes, not daring to look at himself now.

Cheeks must be flushed.

Who wouldn't blush after being teased by such an enchanting man?

He is not a god-man, he has seven emotions and six desires. ?