Reborn as a thief and a husband

Even if they want to drive away those who find fault (in fact, they want to protect them), they are powerless.

Because, Brother Qiao will treat these ignorant guys until they kneel down and beg for mercy, pointing to the sky and swearing that they will never dare to step into the Chujiang Tower again.

Speaking of this, I have to talk about Brother Qiao's special ability, that is-Brother Qiao can accumulate the resentment he has suffered recently, and then find an unlucky guy to vent it out all at once. The ability to control his emotions is simply amazing. The five bodies worshiped by people.

Ahem, that's a long way off, let's get back to the topic.

"Brother Qiao, this time... did you get caught stealing a kiss, or did you accidentally step on a flower pot while peeping at someone taking a bath?"

"Cough..." The man's handsome and charming face showed a little discomfort, he covered his mouth and gave a low cough, and rolled his eyes at him: "You will die if you don't hurt others?"

"Yes! Brother Qiao, just tell me..." While eating melon seeds, he stretched out his hand and tugged at the man's sleeve, shaking and acting like a spoiled child in disgust.

Uh... This embarrassing incident is really hard to tell...

Back to this morning.

As a man, you know everything about that thing in the morning.

Earlier, I met an artist who made money by drawing pictures for passers-by. The two of them saw that it was fun, so they also asked the artist to draw a picture for them.

He hung his own in Nanfeng's bedroom, and he hung Nanfeng's in his bedroom, with ulterior motives clearly visible.

The boy in the painting is standing against the wind, always wearing a simple and thin gray shirt, with a long belt wrapped around the boy's slender waist like a snake, outlining the undulating back and buttocks.

Because the painting is from the side, only the young man's delicate and handsome side face can be seen, with long black eyelashes drooping slightly, as if he is meditating, or staring at something, with black hair flying around behind him, floating enchantingly.

The strange thing is that the person in this painting has the same appearance and figure as ten years ago, except for the growth of hair, nothing else has changed.

While thinking wildly about the dreamlike past, he used the intimate fragments of the past to quench his thirst in the morning.

Bang!

"Qiao Fei! Meow, it's born..." The young man's clear voice stopped abruptly after seeing the scene in the house, and then he touched his head in embarrassment and said with a dry smile, "You...you continue."

Before the visitor could turn around and leave, he quickly recovered from the shock, with an impulse he didn't know, he lifted his underwear, jumped out of the bed and grabbed the man's arm, pulling him into his arms and hugging him tightly.

"Qiao...Qiaofei?"

The person in the painting was rubbed in his arms at this moment, with a soft body and a warm temperature, he buried his head in his neck, took a deep breath, and the unique fragrance of this person filled his nose. It satisfies him immensely.

"What did you just say?"

The person in his arms tried to move a few times, but seeing no effect, he gave up struggling and said, "I said, Meow Miao, it gave birth, and there are five of them. I wanted to take you to see it, but it didn't work out..."

[157] More stubborn than anyone

"Help me..." He listened distractedly, and the ghost knew whether he was listening to the voice or the content of the words. He could only make a hoarse voice as if he couldn't bear it, and grabbed the boy's naturally curled little hand hanging by his side, and kissed his unbearably hot skin. Stretching around, "After I've done this favor, I'll go with you..."

Let's go see the litter of newborn kittens, and the goddamn catwoman who is easily loved and cared for by teenagers.

If it was a long, long time ago, the other party could easily push him away, then now, the little guy who is only below his shoulder can only be wronged and imprisoned in this flat world, forced to separate Wearing obscene pants, covering the place that needs to be comforted.

After barely moving a few times, his breathing became flustered, but if he scratched his boots, it would only get more itchy. He gritted his teeth, grabbed that hand, and wanted to get into his underwear.

"no!"

Before touching him, the man struggled to pull his hand out of his big palm as if being scalded, fled shortly from his arms, turned around and ran away hastily.

Only leaving his enthusiasm was gradually extinguished by the cold air in the early morning.

After ten years, Chu Qiaofei asked himself, is he not doing well enough?

Appearance, character, family background, talent...everything, he strives to be the best.

Because... there is always an invisible shadow, laughing at him, urging him, every time he is discouraged, silently telling with contemptuous eyes: You still have no choice, like me, you have to His mind and body.

——No... I want to give him happiness that you can't give!

—Hmph... what's the use, that's not what he wants.

And all he wanted, from beginning to end, was me.

He has never hated anyone, but this person, whom he has never even met face to face, made him realize what it means to hate to the bone, but he is helpless and helpless.

The only consolation is that as long as he doesn't overdo it, this person won't resist too much.

Sometimes, as the trend of love, he sneaked a kiss on the corner of the cheek and lips, the man just turned his head away, letting the blush spread on the delicate and delicate cheeks like porcelain.

Swallowing a cup of cold tea, he calmed down his throbbing mood. The teacup with delicate blue and white patterns caught his attention.

This teacup has gone through many processes to have such a smooth touch, such a warm taste, and such a simple and elegant look.

Maybe...he is not No.1 who sees the good side of this teacup.

However, the person who owns this cup of tea in the end is none other than him.

And that person is the same... He tightened his grip on the teacup, wrapping the whole teacup in his hands, the corners of his lips pursed into a curve that he was determined to win...

After all, none of them will escape his palm.

Before he knew it, the sky was getting dark, and Chu Qiao, who had stayed in the Chujiang Tower all afternoon, got up and went home.

The showers stopped early, and the stone-built ground was shining brightly under the light of the lanterns.

"Master Chu, wait a minute."

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, a person came hurriedly from the past, got close, and hurriedly offered the things he was holding with both hands.

"Master Chu, this is an invitation from our master, please come and sit at the mansion."

Chu Qiaofei raised his eyes, and sure enough, there was a small sedan parked not far away, whose meaning could be discerned in the bright lights of the street.

And, is there still room for people to refuse?

He took it casually, and asked casually: "I don't know why the Prime Minister bowed his knees to invite you?"

"It's just that we can chat with Master Chu, drink a little wine together, talk about the world, and talk about the world." The visitor replied in a very familiar tone.

"Oh, let's go then."

To say that those who have rejected him all these years can exclude Jiaran from here, not because he is ruthless, but because he does not want to delay the happiness of others because of himself.

Knowing that the rest of my life will be in that person's hands, and I don't even have the consciousness to find another beautiful woman.

On weekdays, he would neither drink away his sorrows, fearing that he would do some irreparable stupid things unknowingly, nor would he indulge in carnal pleasures, fearing that this relationship would be stained with irreversible stains.

Therefore, even when getting along with people, always keep a three-point distance. If you find that the person is up to no good, you will refuse it completely.

The prime minister's three thousand gold is an exception.

Speaking of the bad relationship with these three thousand gold, it goes back to ten years ago, when they first came here.

Perhaps the little girl had completely forgotten whether one of the wicked things she had done was related to him, but this part was always clearly retained in his memory.

Coquettish, defiant, arrogant, self-righteous, spoiled by the father who is the prime minister and the mother who is the daughter of a wealthy businessman, she has a stinky flaw that makes people not even have the slightest liking for her.

However, her father was not an easy character to provoke. Everyone said that there was no business without fraud, but they didn't know that officials were more than a thousand times more than business people.

No matter how much he hated that woman's endless stalking, he still had to look at her father's face and obediently obey her wishes, except for marriage and skin-to-skin dating, he could do whatever she wanted.

Sitting on the stable sedan chair, he thought about his remarks this time. The prime minister's meaning was very clear, but he didn't want to wrong Nanfeng, nor himself.

On the prime minister's birthday last time, he was invited to sit at a table, and in front of the table full of important guests, he asked him carelessly if he was married and if he had a crush.

And his third daughter was sitting beside him, her cheeks were flushed, and she was shy, how could the group of people not understand what the old prime minister meant, and they all expressed joy to him.

It's ridiculous...

Fortunately, he had a brilliant tongue, and praised his only daughter, who is in heaven and earth, and when he finished, he shook his head and sighed. The lady made me promise to be a good family.

This is a disguised refusal, but it still made the prime minister elated when he heard it. He repeatedly said that he was humble, and told everyone present that this is the leader of all young businessmen in Jiaran, rich in money , There is a way to make money, black and white officials and businessmen, all the way, and they are really the best candidates for choosing a son-in-law.

Cut, old thing, don't look at what makes your daughter worthy of betrothed to a good family.

Just because of her unscrupulous humiliation of Nan Feng in the street back then, he couldn't have the slightest thought of tenderly rejecting her.

All he had to do this time was to disappoint the old prime minister.

┈━═☆A house located at the end of the street. From the carved rear window, a warm orange light shines out, as if waiting for those who have not yet returned home.

Nanfeng lay on the big soft bed, rolling over and over, unable to fall asleep.

He listened carefully, but there was no sound of opening the door or footsteps. It seemed that the man still hadn't come back.

I don't know what I'm struggling with. After so many years, it stands to reason that what should be forgotten has long been forgotten, and what should be accepted has long been accepted.

But he just couldn't take the last step, as if there was a screen in the invisible