Mr. Flower

No need for an alarm clock, just open your eyes at 05:30 on time.The lights in the room were bright, Tong Xiang knew that he was sleeping with Yang Yiyue, and Xiao Yang never turned off the lights.The first movement of his hands was to hug Yang Yiyue in his arms, leaning softly and warmly in his arms.

A contented little bubble popped out of his head, Tong Xiang tilted his head and kissed Yang Yiyue's forehead.I went through all kinds of things last night in my heart, and now I think that what Xiao Yang said last night was right. Rather than blaming him for covering up, it is better to say that I am too stupid.It may be that the gold master's father's halo is too grand. He obviously thought that Mr. Yang was much softer than usual in this kind of matter, but he didn't think about it at all.

It is true that I am too stupid.

In terms of being smart, Tong Xiang didn't admit defeat at first, but after meeting Yang Yiyue, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Yesterday, he obviously wanted to take his heart out, but he turned it into a kidney failure... Really, after all the calculations, it was still Xiao Yang's final calculation.

Maybe his own movement startled him, Tong Xiang watched him turn over to the outside.There is a little distance from his own body.This little distance made Tong Xiang a little unhappy, so he put his hand on him and leaned over him.

Yang Yiyue fell asleep on his side, revealing the graceful shoulder and neck curves. This is Tong Xiang's favorite. At this moment, there are little red marks left on it from last night, and he stroked it with his fingers. Originally, he only wanted to touch it vaguely. After all, he knew the taste by eating the marrow, so he didn't hold back, but still kissed him. Every gentle kiss with a little water was his love for Yang Yiyue.

I like him not giving an inch and plotting with myself, and it doesn't matter if I always lose to him; I like his restrained and cold appearance in front of me, and I am always willing to be manipulated by him; He seems to be disgusted with himself and has never been hit; he likes his gentle and amiable smile with his head down, and he always misses his smile even if he can't see it completely; he likes the satisfaction he shows when he eats the food he made, which always makes people When I was washing rice and picking vegetables, I thought of him as a diner and smiled...

How much do you like him?

Tong Xiang couldn't explain clearly, but he was sure in his heart... Even if he had something or someone hidden in his heart, no matter how much he stalked him, he wouldn't say anything, and he would be happy with it.

Originally, I wanted to sell myself as a part-time job, but I lost my heart because of it. Alas, forget it, get up and get him some light food, breakfast and lunch should be light.

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Squeezing the hand clasped around his waist, Yang Yiyue looked at Tong Xiang who was staring at him in the mirror, and when Danfeng raised his eyes, he became cold and repulsive.

Tong Xiang couldn't help laughing at the moment when he woke up and became sober, "I just thought that your waist should be uncomfortable, so I just supported you..."

"Thanks to you, it's just sore, it's not broken... Next time you pinch my waist harder..." Yang Yiyue felt something was wrong while talking, so he closed his mouth decisively, and stretched out the toothbrush in front of Tong Xiang.

"Squeeze it in." Immediately picked up the toothpaste, the doggy Tong Xiang focused seriously, "Put another pillow on my waist next time, the one is not thick enough to support the strength, I'll get a less soft one..." Saying that, he went up Yang Yiyue rubbed his palms.

"Tong Xiang..." Yang Yiyue couldn't stand his gallantry, and screamed while squeezing the toothpaste.

"What Tong Xiang, you called Xiaoxiang last night... Come on, come on, call it again..." Rubbing his waist with one hand, he picked up the mouthwash cup with the other, and put it directly to Yang Yiyue's mouth.

"I was just fucked by you. I have no life and can't take care of myself." Yang Yiyue patted his hand rubbing his waist away, and took the mouthwash cup, "Go out..."

"What's up and down, Mr. Yang, why are you so vulgar? That's the fusion of love, fusion, fusion..." Tong Xiang said sadly, acting too hard, and closed his eyes.

Seeing him like that, Yang Yiyue couldn't help laughing. Originally, he wanted to push him away with a cold face, but now he wanted to see how he would carry out this intimate scene.

"I won't go out, wait for your instructions?" Tong Xiang reached out to grab Yang Yiyue's towel, and wiped off the water droplets on the back of his hand when he took the mouthwash cup just now, "Would you like to comment?"

Almost choked to death by a mouthful of toothpaste water, Yang Yiyue glared at Tong Xiang, holding back his mouth full of foam, and said, "Would you like to comment on yourself first?"

Tong Xiang patted him on the back, "You said that if it hurts, you will deduct the monthly money. I think I can keep the monthly money, right?"

Yang Yiyue picked up the water cup and took a sip of water. After rinsing, he spit it out, turned on the faucet and watched the foam being diluted by the running water.

"Father of the funder, you have to raise your opinion, if you have any, you can change it, if you don't, you can encourage it... Or, um, you really think I have performed well, so I can give you a bonus?!" Finally, when he got to the point, Tong Xiang smiled very complacently.

Shaking the water beads off his hands, Yang Yiyue pulled off the collar of his pajamas, raised his finger to point to the mirror, and said in a flat tone, "Are you a dog?"

Looking at the red marks all over his neck and collarbone, Tong Xiang didn't speak, and lowered his head in a small grievance.

Especially on the collarbone, it was red, and the neck and shoulders were not much better. Yang Yiyue even felt that he would not be able to cover it with a shirt later... Of course, Tong Xiang wanted to bully the collarbone. It means that Yang Yiyue received it, but he still thinks about expressing his wounds to himself.

"Do you want to bite it back to vent your anger?" Tong Xiang even soaked the washcloth while talking with his head down, twisted it and put it on Yang Yiyue's hand before looking up at him with a smile.

"Okay..." Yang Yiyue bared his teeth.

The weather is fine, and the calls from the second floor of Ruyi Flower Shop are just as refreshing as the weather.

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"Did you bump your lips?" At lunch time, Moge watched Tong Xiang's mouth wide open and stuffed it into his mouth. He was afraid of touching his broken lips. He couldn't help interfering with his ugly eating appearance. As a result, He said he got up too early in the morning to cook and knocked on the refrigerator.

Yang Yiyue, who was eating elegantly across the street, thought that some people are really destined to have a relationship with the refrigerator. How long has it been since they knocked against the refrigerator twice.

"You were bitten by a mosquito on your neck?" Mogg shifted the subject, and the red mark on Yang Yiyue's neck was very conspicuous, especially against the white shirt collar, it looked even redder, "You have never seen this shirt before." What about it? It’s so blindingly white..."

"Don't ask Jinjiang Xiaozhu to let me have dinner with them next time, there are too many mosquitoes." Yang Yiyue only listened to what he was willing to listen to, and without changing his face, he blamed Moge for this matter.

Tong Xiang handed him the soup bowl with a narrow smile.

Yang Yiyue, who took the soup bowl, said calmly, "After dinner, please take your clothes and go back quickly."

"Promise to complete the task..." Tong Xiang almost stood up and saluted Yang Yiyue.

Assistant Mo, who finally had a luxurious lunch, held his soup bowl, looked at the driver and then at the president, and felt that there was indeed a little difference between the two of them. Law to be specific.

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He picked up the clothes Yang Yiyue asked for from Sister Qing, and gave him another bag before leaving.

"Mine?" Tong Xiang was a little scared, and opened his pocket to look, he was afraid that it might be some flaming red lips or flowers blooming all the year round...

The over-cautious look made Sister Qing laugh, and kindly told him no, Mr. Yang called to order it later, it was very good, and Tong Xiang should rest assured of the boss's eyes.

Tong Xiang thanked Sister Qing with a sweet mouth, flew back to the company, jumped upstairs with a pocket in one hand, took the lollipop given by the girl at the front desk, and went directly to Yang Yiyue's office to wait for him.According to Mr. Yang's itinerary, he is listening to the progress report of another project at the moment, and then he is changing clothes to prepare for an important dinner party at night.

There is no need to make dinner today, and Chef Tong felt that she was saving trouble. She took out her mobile phone and received a message from the old squad leader who had successfully "get out of prison", saying that she would have a supper when she picked up the old squad leader from get off work.

Driver Tong said that my boss has a social event tonight and cannot use the bus for private use. Please make an appointment tomorrow for a midnight snack.Just as he replied the message with a smile, Yang Yiyue's office was pushed away. Tong Xiang looked up and saw Yang Yiyue was answering the phone, as if he had just talked to someone nearby.

As soon as he turned around, he looked at Tong Xiang, making Tong Xiang feel a little uncomfortable.

"You can tell me if you want to kill or cut... Seeing this makes my heart pound." Tong Xiang got up and respectfully invited Mr. Yang to sit down, and held the pocket of his clothes in front of Mr. Yang, "I took it back."

Why do you have to take a dress?Because Tong Xiang woke up in the morning and washed Yang Yiyue's shirt, trying to make him wear Chunsheng's brother's T-shirt to work.Mr. Yang had to spend a lot of money to get new clothes.

Taking out a new crescent white shirt, Tong Xiang stepped forward to take off Yang Yiyue's suit, "I'm wronged you for wearing my old shirt... Let's change it right away, and I'll help you."

Yang Yiyue turned sideways slightly, raised his finger and pointed to the door of the office...

"Understood." Tong Xiang smiled and ran to close the door immediately.

Yang Yiyue pulled the shirt from his hand, pushed the man out of the door with his palm, leaned his back against the office door and raised his hand to lock it behind him.

"Hey..." Tong Xiang, who was kicked out of the house, couldn't help laughing, leaning against the crack of the door and said, "Father Jinzhu, are you ashamed?"

Yang Yiyue, who took off his old shirt, naturally heard someone's words, so he didn't care at all and just concentrated on changing his clothes.

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"Mr. Yang, you are so elegant and suave..." As soon as the office door opened, Tong Xiang's flattering words came out, "You are three times more handsome than Pan Anjun, and you are only one fight more than Zijian..."

"Come in." Yang Yiyue opened the door to the maximum, raised his foot and hooked someone's leg in.

Tong Xiang was talking about going to pack the clothes he had taken off, when he heard the office door was closed, and it was still clicked and locked like before, he turned his head and looked at Yang Yiyue, "It's too shameful to play in the office, how many people are outside... need to pay more. After finishing speaking, pretending to be coy, he looked back at the window and immediately found a business opportunity, "There are still floor-to-ceiling windows over there, so I have to pay more..."

Yang Yiyue picked up the pockets of his clothes when he listened to the plots of his low-level novels, and said in line with what he was thinking: "Take it off."

Holding his arms tightly, Tong Xiang smiled and shook his head, "You can't do this, I'm a child of a serious family..."

"Tong Xiangxiang, stop acting, take off quickly. I will only say the next thing once, if you can't remember or understand, I will bite you again, so that you can't eat at all." Yang Yiyue said to him Walking over, he dumped all the shirts, suits, ties, and belts in his pockets on the reception sofa, "I want you to look like a dog in 5 minutes."