safe in distress

Qiao An, a bad boy, wanted to turn back. His heart was so stirred up by Mr. Li that he didn't listen to him at all.

Ever since the day they met again, the feelings represented by Li Shuyang that had been hidden in his heart had revived, like a little spark on the prairie, such an unstoppable prairie blaze, which made Qiao An flustered .

For so many years, his mind has never changed.

For a long time, Li Shuyang was the only person who could tempt him.

It's just that he doesn't dare to mention the past anymore. His disgusting face, chilling behavior, and disgusting behavior in the past have made him cut off the relationship between Mr. Li and him with his own hands.Now, how could Joan brazenly say that he still hopes to save everything.

Every time he thought of this, Qiao An felt uncontrollably frustrated. He exhausted all his strength to make himself not so sad, at least not to show such an ugly look in front of Mr. Li at this moment.

He knew he was ugly now.

There is no soft flesh on his cheeks, and he is so thin that he almost looks fierce.The hands are no longer soft, and the whole person is like a thin bamboo stick, without a trace of decency brought about by the pampering in the past.

Even the short sleeves he was wearing as pajamas at this moment were just a cultural shirt issued by the company's team building, with the group's LOGO printed on the back.

Now, how could he be worthy of such a good Mr. Li.

Qiao An really loves his Mr. Li, but there is more guilt and regret in his caring.He had always stubbornly thought that his relationship with Li Shuyang had long since ended, that he was no longer loved by anyone, that he was the worst person, and that he didn't deserve anyone's attention.

But Qiao An raised his face and looked at this person who rushed to him in a thunderstorm, and he still felt unwilling.

Maybe he still has a glimmer of hope?

Joan suddenly wanted to take a gamble.

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"Did you come here for me?"

Qiao An seemed to be drunk, and his complexion seemed to be stained with the tenderness of a peach blossom heart. He swayed towards Li Shuyang's side, opened his mouth softly, and let the wind deliver what he wanted to say.

Alcohol is not intoxicating, and everyone is intoxicated. Such a little beer should have no effect at all, but Joan hoped that he was drunk, so he was drunk.

Since he was drunk, he could naturally speak out what was in his heart without any scruples.

"...Tell me, are you really still worried about me?"

Joan's fingertips were trembling, and he was so nervous that he almost stopped breathing.

He really wanted to know if he could still have his own lover, his own Mr. Li.

Although this feeling has been severely trampled by him when he threw it on the ground, he still hopes that his Mr. Li will still love him.

It was despicable, and Joan covered her face in embarrassment because of her shamelessness.

He was ready for rejection and awaited the judgment.

He finally heard his Mr. Li speak.

"Yes."

Tears welled up in Joan's eyes suddenly.

It turned out that Mr. Li's words could really make his world full of flowers.