Love perfect score

The youth-themed art exhibition was held on Christmas as scheduled. This theme should have appeared in the vibrant summer, but it was planned in the winter season. As a result, paintings of "youth" that were completely different from people's traditional impressions came into being. , Let people see the other side of "youth".

Seeing that "youth" is the umbrella bent by the wind in the girl's hand, the torrential rain that wets the boy's cheek, the dirty snow piled up on the street corner, and the tears that the lovers shed when they turned around to each other...

The art exhibition has aroused many more topics than expected on various platforms. Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, it caused far-reaching ripples in the society. As a result, Qiao Qing Culture completed an angel round of financing of nearly [-] million ahead of schedule.

On the night when the art exhibition ended, at the celebration banquet, Yan Xiaomu got drunk for the first time. Originally, he was only taken by three or two roommates to drink beer a few times in college. Before the wine was finished, it was the next person's turn to toast, and they mixed red and white drinks. After Xu Qingqiao finished chatting with a few partners, he came over and found Yan Xiaomu seated in the corner, with hands in his hands. Sitting upright like a student on his knees, his eyes are blurred and he can't open them, his face is flushed with drunkenness.

The company is full of young people. Wu Yu and a few other male colleagues sang and sang so engrossedly that they didn't notice him. Only a few more careful girls sat around him to help him stop drinking, "He's drunk and can't drink any more." gone."

Almost everyone in the company knew about the relationship between Yan Xiaomu and Xu Qingqiao, but not everyone could accept homosexuality. Knowing that Yan Xiaomu honestly never complained, some people made sarcastic remarks when Xu Qingqiao was not around.

"Drunk after only two drinks? Is it a man?" Peng Yong, a late-stage teacher who is not good enough, used his alcohol to push Yan Xiaomu's shoulder, "Don't be a homosexual and make yourself a man. If you are a man, just get up and drink. "

Yan Xiaomu was drunk, he was pushed on the chair and swayed for a while, as if his reflexes were also paralyzed by alcohol, he didn't realize that he was pushed, he raised his face, his eyes couldn't focus for a long time.

The sister group headed by Lingling usually stood on Yan Xiaomu's side, but now this rough guy was poached by Ma Xin from another company.

"I'll drink it for him."

A deep and indifferent voice came from behind them, and you didn't need to turn your head to know that it was Xu Qingqiao who had come.

Peng Yong always came to see people order dishes, no matter how much he used wine to build up his courage and met Mr. Xu, he knew how to be cowardly, and he came to slap his face, "This time our art exhibition has such influence, it has to be Mr. Xiaomu and the advertising company. Good match, why don't you have a drink to celebrate?"

Xu Qingqiao glanced at him, said nothing, and shifted his gaze to Yan Xiaomu's face.

The girls next to me looked at me and I saw you almost holding your breath. Sure enough, within a week, Ma Xin took the initiative to persuade Peng Yong to leave. The reason was that what Qiao Qing culture needed was someone who was more open-minded and tolerant.

On the day of the celebration banquet, Xu Qingqiao left early with Yan Xiaomu, who was in a daze, and asked his assistant to drive them back after they both drank.

Xu Qingqiao also drank a lot, but Sheng had improved his drinking capacity in the past few years, and was basically sober when he returned home. Yan Xiaomu actually drank three glasses in total, but he was staggering when he walked, and needed someone to hug him.

When they entered the house, they carried Yan Xiaomu upstairs to the bathroom, where they stripped naked and washed together.

Yan Xiaomu came to his senses when the water rushed to his body. Facing the wall, he left his bare back for others. Realizing that the person behind him was making foam for him to take a shower, he whispered a little embarrassingly, "Myself can be washed".

After wiping his back, Xu Qingqiao touched his waist to ask him to turn around, "From now on, I will tell the public that I am allergic to alcohol."

Yan Xiaomu folded his arms to cover his chest, and obediently turned around to face Xu Qingqiao. The redness on his face did not subside when he was sober. When he turned around, Xiao Xiaomu also swayed, "I'm allergic to alcohol and can't drink even a little alcohol."

Xu Qingqiao hummed, and said naturally: "Then don't drink at all."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Don't take what Peng Yong said tonight."

Yan Xiaomu nodded first, and then asked stupidly: "What did he say? I didn't hear clearly at the time."

Xu Qingqiao pursed her lips lightly, without saying anything, raised her hand to touch Yan Xiaomu's head.

Xu Qingqiao was also naked, and Yan Xiaomu still didn't know where to direct his gaze even though he was already an old couple.

Fortunately, Xu Qingqiao saw that he could wash himself, so he took his hands away, turned sideways and went to the shower to wash his face.

Yan Xiaomu peeked at him from the corner of his eye, and saw that he closed his eyes and used his face to catch the water from the nozzle, and then brushed up the wet hair on his forehead, revealing a wet but refreshing and handsome face.

As if nothing had changed, the boy I liked the most in my youth was now by my side, arms so close to each other.

Just like the cold-toned paintings hanging in the art exhibition, Yan Xiaomu's world has experienced gusts of wind and heavy rain during the years of insisting on loving Xu Qingqiao, but even though the wind and rain broke his Umbrella, wet his face again, love Xu Qingqiao, Yan Xiaomu is so sweet.

After drinking the wine, the whole body became hot. The two of them did it once in the bathroom. The shower water fell on the shoulders and it was warm enough, but it was not one-tenth of what Xu Qingqiao felt when he entered Yan Xiaomu.

Xu Qingqiao pushed him against the wall and entered from behind. The soft flesh was wrapped up layer by layer in an instant, and it was too hot. This position penetrated so deep that it pushed up the person's lower abdomen.

Although he was sober, it was not easy to come out after drinking. After doing it for a long time, Yan Xiaomu's legs became so weak that he couldn't stand up. Xu Qingqiao picked up his two legs from behind, and urinated like a child in his arms. .

The first time he used this posture, Yan Xiaomu froze in the person's arms for a while, and immediately covered his face with his arms after realizing it.

She was shy, so shy that she became angry with Xu Qingqiao, but it was useless to be angry, her legs were still wide open in the arms of the person, and her toes were all curled up.

After finishing, Xu Qingqiao put the person down and washed it again, and saw that the person pursed his lips and turned his face away, clearly embarrassed.

"I don't like it anymore." Xu Qingqiao lowered her head slightly and spoke against his forehead.

Except for breaking up, Yan Xiaomu would never say no to Xu Qingqiao, and this time was no exception, no matter what Xu Qingqiao did to him, he always liked it very much.

But I still had a little emotion, so I kept silent.

"Why is your face so red?" Xu Qingqiao reached out to touch his face, "It's so hot."

Yan Xiaomu was so ashamed that his neck turned red, he stretched out his hand to push Xu Qingqiao, and said falteringly: "Don't touch me anymore."

He said he was pushing, but actually he didn't have the slightest strength to flirt, but Yan Xiaomu didn't know it at all, and thought he was very imposing, but the result was that every time he pursed his mouth, he would be kissed.

Xu Qingqiao smiled lowly for a while, and stretched out her arms to wrap him in her arms.

The two of them hugged each other flesh-to-blood, and Xu Qingqiao's big dick, which had just done something bad, clung fiercely to his stomach again.

"Xiaomu doesn't tell her husband when she feels emotional now."

"No...no." Yan Xiaomu blushed, "Yes, I will."

"Well, tell me."

"I, I was shy just now."

So Xu Qingqiao asked him for a second time in the bathroom.