Porcelain industry leader

Xiaosun has an older sister who is about to turn [-] and is still unmarried. Every time a man enters the company, Xiaosun will inquire about the [-]th generation of his ancestors, and then make arrangements for a blind date.

Boys like Lu Qingchi who look "gentle", "shy", well-behaved, motivated, and ingenious naturally became her first choice.

While waiting for Song Yu to get off work, Gu Qingchi was dragged to chat about his future life plan for almost half an hour.

Xiao Sun beat around the bush and inquired about Gu Qingchi's preferences, and finally even talked about what color the wedding room curtains like.

Song Yu turned off the computer and turned to Xiao Sun and said, "He has a partner, what are you trying to sell?"

"I have a date!" Xiao Sun stared at Gu Qingchi with wide eyes, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?! I've been chatting with you for a long time now."

"Me," Gu Qingchi pointed at his nose, "you..."

"What are you!" Song Yu covered his mouth with one hand, and dragged his collar to the door with the other, "Why do you still want to hug him left and right!"

Gu Qingchi walked out of the office backwards, opened his fingers, took a breath, and said with a smile, "Why don't I know who I'm talking about."

Song Yu gave him a blank look, and walked into the elevator, "Don't you think the coffee shop has not hooked up enough girls! Do you want to flirt with another one!?"

"I didn't hook up...I didn't even say a word." Gu Qingchi rubbed the back of his neck innocently and followed the elevator.

"Are they all fat orange cats?" Song Yu shook his head, imitated in a strange way, rolled his eyes and lowered his eyelids, "Fat cats are fat cats! And fat orange cats, all day long , What cuteness are you selling, are you worthy of the tattoo on your arm! Your beggar gang boss has an aura of [-] meters!"

Gu Qingchi didn't know why Song Yu's tone suddenly changed, a little aggrieved, "I didn't sell it..."

"You're too bad!" Song Yu, who had no stance and was jealous, could only raise his voice, "I told you that you will wear a mask when you draw a cat in the future. Are you talking about hygiene, and you are not afraid of spit on the biscuits when you talk!?"

Gu Qingchi wanted to say that I usually don't speak, and I never wear a mask when I cook at home, but when I think about it, I still forget it.

You need to learn to be patient when you are under the fence, and your mouth will not rot if you say a word.

"And your hair shape is too informal, it's better to wear a hat, so as not to affect the image of the store." Song Yu said.

"Then I might as well wear a mask." Gu Qingchi said reluctantly with drooping eyelids.

"Hey! This is a good idea!" Song Yu clapped his hands.

Gu Qingchi lowered his head and walked out of the elevator, "Am I really that bad?"

Song Yu suddenly realized that he had accidentally poked someone's self-esteem again, and his expression was embarrassing: "No, no, no... that's not what I meant."

"Actually, I know it well." Gu Qingchi pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "But it's good to be at the bottom, no matter what you do, you're climbing up."

Song Yu felt that his brain was about to explode, "I really didn't mean to say you were sorry..."

"I know." Gu Qingchi still drooped his eyelids.

"You know what a fart, you just don't know with this expression!" Song Yu raised his breath and rubbed Gu Qingchi's head, "I'm really not saying you are bad, you are already very good, really, if I tell lies ...with pimples all over the face."

Gu Qingchi chuckled, "What a poisonous oath."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Qingchi's growth environment has made him feel inferior and sensitive, and he is always prone to think in the wrong direction. This is what Song Yu loves most about him.

Gu Qingchi may not even realize how good he is, and it is impossible to realize that others like him very much.

In the evening, Gu Qingchi made a vegetable, fruit and chicken breast salad, and cooked a large bowl of beef dumplings.

Song Yu ate salad. Recently, he didn't go to the gym and ate and drank recklessly at home. He gained a few pounds without paying attention, and he was clamoring to lose weight.

When Gu Qingchi squeezed salad dressing on the lettuce leaves, Song Yu stopped him, "Don't, don't, I don't eat salad dressing."

Gu Qingchi looked helpless, "I've already said it's a vegetable salad, how can it be called a salad if you don't even put in the salad dressing?"

"You know what a bird, the heat of the sauce is higher than this plate of lettuce." Song Yu picked up a piece of lettuce and chewed it.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing his pitiful appearance, Gu Qingchi sympathized.

"Nonsense, can it be delicious?" Song Yu chewed a piece of carrot again.

Gu Qingchi shook his head.

In fact, Song Yu's body proportions are the best among the men he has ever seen. He has a slender waist, long legs and an inverted triangle. He is tall at more than 1.8 meters and weighs 140 catties. He is considered skinny. Understand why you always want to lose weight.

"Life is so short, why bother yourself." Gu Qingchi poked a dumpling, dipped it in some sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, narrowed his eyes and said vaguely, "Mmm...it's super delicious."

"Get lost!" Song Yu sat cross-legged on the sofa holding the glass bowl.

"Have a taste?" Gu Qingchi followed up with a bowl, picked up one and fed it, "Beef ones don't grow meat."

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, "How can I grow meat if I eat meat? It's because you've been here for a while, and I eat meat every day and add supper, so I can grow so much meat."

"That's right, I have worked so hard to gain you a few catties, do you have the nerve to lose it, doesn't losing it mean eating for nothing?" Gu Qingchi pushed the dumplings to his lips.

"When I put on my jeans in the morning, I found that they were a little tight." Song Yu pushed the dumpling away, and pointed to his own pants, "If I don't lose any more, I will have to buy new pants!"

"It's just a dumpling, so it's not enough..." Gu Qingchi tilted his head and smiled, "Besides, just buy it if you buy it. I'll change the money and buy it for you."

"Hey, awesome, big money," Song Yu patted Gu Qingchi's stomach lightly, "Give me five hundred dollars."

Gu Qingchi put down the bowl and chopsticks, and pointed to the bowl in Song Yu's hand in feigned surprise, "There's a worm on the lettuce!"

Song Yu lowered his head reflexively, and Gu Qingchi quickly took out a few photos of Grandpa Mao from his trouser pocket, and held them between his fingers.

"What the hell." Song Yu couldn't help laughing.

Gu Qingchi snapped his fingers next to his ear, spread out Grandpa Mao in his hand and handed it to his eyes, "General, general, is it enough for you to buy a new pair of pants?"

"It's different when you have a job," Song Yu held Grandpa Mao in his hand and slowly counted, there were six in total, "Hey! So generous."

"I asked my colleagues, the salary will be paid on the [-]th." Gu Qingchi raised an index finger excitedly, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile, "The first salary in my life!"

"It's amazing, shouldn't that be a celebration for you?" Song Yu rubbed his thighs and thought for a while, "How about I buy you a new set of equipment?"

"New equipment?" Gu Qingchi raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled.

"Aren't you going to do magic tricks on Saturday? You might still be wearing the shop uniform and an apron around your waist. If you don't know it, you might think you're going to perform a big spoon show." Song Yu said.

"I have clothes..." Gu Qingchi's words were quite lackluster. He didn't go home recently, and the clothes he was wearing were still Song Yu's, although he thought Song Yu's clothes were very handsome.

Song Yu ignored him, and went back to the study to find a measuring tape, "I'll take a measurement for you, and I'll go online later to buy you a set of awesome equipment, guaranteed to amaze everyone."

"I'm just a little assistant, as for what." Gu Qingchi said.

"Haven't you heard the saying that a man depends on clothes and a horse depends on a saddle?" Song Yu wrapped a tape measure around Gu Qingchi's waist, "A good leather bag needs a good saddle, 76, remember it yourself."

"Why is it a saddle? Shouldn't it be matched with clothes." Gu Qingchi raised his arms as if he had passed through a security check.

"It's all the same, why do you keep arguing with me?" Song Yu's heart beat faster when he measured Gu Qingchi's bust, and his voice lowered a lot.

Gu Qingchi lowered his eyelids to look at him, and said softly: "It's one of the great joys of my life to argue with you."

Song Yu raised his head and looked at him, his ears felt hot, "Stand up, and I'll measure your hips."

Gu Qingchi stood up obediently, still looking down at Song Yu.

Song Yu passed the tape measure around Gu Qingchi's buttocks in a leisurely manner, bent down to read the size, and did not forget to slap Gu Qingchi's buttocks, "94, the little buttocks are quite upturned."

"Let me tell you, your behavior is called salty pig's hand if you put it on the bus." Gu Qingchi was almost used to being touched, and sat back on the sofa with a smile, continuing to eat dumplings.

Song Yu raised his neck and laughed loudly, "Then you shout, there are perverts here! Perverts!"

Just as Gu Qingchi was about to speak, the phone on the table rang.

Slanting Eye came back from his hometown with a lot of things and asked him to pick them up at the station.

Gu Qingchi said yes repeatedly.

After Gu Qingchi left, Song Yu lost his appetite for food.

I don't know what's going on recently, whenever I see someone getting close to Gu Qingchi, I get irritable, not to mention seeing Gu Qingchi don't even care about eating dumplings in order to pick up people, my heart is so hot that it burns Woke up.

Isn't it just to pick up someone, as for it.

Squint is three years old! ?

Will I get lost or what if I pick up after eating?

Who is this big plate of dumplings for? ?

"Hey..." Song Yu sighed heavily.

I really hate myself who has no position and is jealous. I am almost bored to death. I feel that if I don't say anything, Gu Qingchi will carry this socialist brotherhood to the end.

From afar, Gu Qingchi saw squinting and waiting under the streetlight with two red and blue woven bags, and he asked the driver to drive over.

"Are you going to transport the corpse!?" Gu Qingchi helped him put the things into the trunk, and the driver poked his head out and glanced back.

"My grandma asked me to bring it," said with a squinting smile and got into the car, "I even brought you a chicken."

"Chicken!?" Gu Qingchi's eyes widened, and he glanced at the driver in the cab, and the driver also turned to look at them both.

"That's right! The old hen raised by my grandma is said to nourish the body." Said squinting.

"Oh," Gu Qingchi heaved a sigh of relief, "I'm not confinement, what's the matter to make up for your body, you can eat it yourself."

"I can't finish eating by myself, and there is no refrigerator at home, so I can still eat after leaving you there." Said with a squinting smile.

Gu Qingchi was quite embarrassed, "Actually, I haven't lived at home recently."

"Huh? Then where do you live?" asked squinting.

"I had some conflicts with my dad, so I'm temporarily staying at Song Yu's house." Gu Qingchi said.

"Why did you quarrel again!?" Slanting eyes raised his voice, gossiping with great interest, "Why did you live in the house of that guy surnamed Song?!"

Gu Qingchi pursed his lips, "This, it's a bit long to say..."

Song Yu drew cartoons in the study room, and waited until after ten o'clock and Gu Qingchi didn't come back, nor did he make a phone call, and the irritability value continued to rise by dozens of points.

In the end, the mood of drawing and painting was gone, and he took the clothes into the bathroom and took a shower.

Very bored.

With Gu Qingchi not here, he felt like he didn't have the heart to do anything.

He was lying on his stomach on the bed, his arms hanging down, playing with the little fluff on the carpet.

I've lived here by myself for several years and never felt so boring, but why is my mind full of Gu Qingchi's face...and the little buttocks!

Seeing Gu Qingchi getting better day by day, I felt both happy and sad.

In the future, more and more people will like him, but there are fewer and fewer things I can do to help him.

One day Gu Qingchi no longer needs him.

Lying on the bed for an unknown period of time, Song Yu heard the sound of walking outside the house.

He jumped up from the bed immediately, and sat on the head of the bed with the tablet in his arms.

"I'm back so early." Song Yu pretended to raise his hand to look at his watch, "I haven't seen each other for half a month, and I haven't had a good time with people."

"That's it." Gu Qingchi stepped on the carpet in the bedroom with his bare feet, holding a large cup of fruit tea in his hand, "I found out that there is a new milk tea shop downstairs in the community, and I brought you a cup of fruit tea."

"You don't want to drink?" Song Yu asked.

"I don't know if you like to drink it or not. You have a naughty mouth. If you don't drink it for a while, I will help you." Gu Qingchi put the fruit tea on the bedside table.

Song Yu took out the straw with a smile, "You want to fatten me to death after drinking this big cup at night."

"I knew it, so their family's second cup of half-price activity didn't tempt me," Gu Qingchi tugged at the collar of the air conditioner, "This thing is not milk tea, isn't it just a matter of urinating."

Song Yu rolled his eyes, "Can you stop saying that when I'm about to drink?"

"Will it make you feel like you're drinking urine?" Gu Qingchi turned his head and glanced at him, then sat down on the bed with a smile.

"No, I only have a feeling that I want to beat you up." Song Yu took a sip of the fruit tea, chewing the passion fruit inside.

"How about we fight outside?" Gu Qingchi squeezed Song Yu's wrist, "You thin arms and legs, I will give you a hand, you are not my opponent."

"It's uncivilized to fight, let's fight, how about idiom Solitaire?" Song Yu smiled and lifted the lid, forked a piece of watermelon to eat.

"Fuck you, take it." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu laughed so hard that his hands trembled, the watermelon he bit into almost fell off the bed sheet, but Gu Qingchi quickly caught it with a sharp eye.

"Fuck you, is that an idiom!" Song Yu raised his head and laughed until he was almost out of breath.

"My education level is low, and the four characters are all idioms to me." Gu Qingchi stuffed the watermelon into his mouth and wiped his hands.

When he looked up and saw the drawn line of Song Yu's neck and the protruding collarbone, he choked and coughed until his eye sockets turned red.

In the past few days, he always had very weird dreams, either kissing Song Yu or hugging and sleeping together, even when he wanted to take a plane in the shower, he would shake Song Yu's face, which made him feel embarrassed to continue.

Probably because they stick together all day long.

But I have never had such a dream before sleeping with squinted eyes!

"To be fair, it's better than sit-ups." Song Yu put the fruit tea on the bedside table.

Gu Qingchi withdrew his thoughts, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Success, what if we lose?"

"Wash the bowls for a month." Song Yu said.

Gu Qingchi made an OK gesture, this gamble was completely harmless to him, because Song Yu never washed the dishes.

"If you lose, you have to agree to one request." Song Yu added.

"What request?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"I haven't made up my mind yet, anyway, let's promise first, anyway, I will definitely not let you kill and set fire." Song Yu said.

"Sure, no problem." Gu Qingchi said with a smile.

"One minute, I'll come first." Song Yu moved his butt towards the middle of the bed, and turned on the timer.

Gu Qingchi sat on Song Yu's instep with his legs spread apart, and hugged his slender calf.

Song Yu's speed of doing sit-ups is quite fast, basically one per second in the first half a minute, and the speed is obviously slower when he does more than 40.

"Take it easy, be careful not to twist your waist." Gu Qingchi smiled and rested his chin on Song Yu's knee.

Song Yu's tense abdominal muscles loosened instantly, and he laughed, "Get out."

When he got up and saw Gu Qingchi's smiling face, his heart beat faster.

The distance is less than 5 cm.

He especially regretted that he suddenly opened his eyes just now. If he had followed the range just now, he could have kissed him directly.

Once you open your eyes, you can't pretend you don't know.

Thinking about other things in my mind, the speed suddenly slowed down.

Within a few seconds, the phone beeped a beep.

"52." Gu Qingchi let go of Song Yu's calf.

"Is it so rare? Are you in the minority?" Song Yu rubbed his sore and swollen stomach.

"Then I'll give you three more, let's count it as 3." Gu Qingchi said with a smile.

"Don't! Just do as much as you want, so you don't have to turn around and say I'm a rascal when you lose." Song Yu wrapped his arms around Gu Qingchi's calf, and put his chin on his knee.

Gu Qingchi took a deep breath, put his head in one hand and pressed the timer button.

Song Yu put his face forward on purpose, but Gu Qingchi didn't dare to get too close when he got up.

"You are unqualified, I just touched my knee." Song Yu said.

When Gu Qingchi got up again, he didn't brake, closed his eyes and bumped into it.

Song Yu didn't expect that he would bump into him mercilessly, and couldn't dodge it in time, their foreheads bumped into each other with a "bang".

Song Yu clutched his forehead, wanting to cry, "You have a brain hole!"

"It was you who asked me to do it better." Gu Qingchi continued to speak without slowing down.

"Hey, what number is it..." Song Yu's thoughts were disturbed.

"17..." Gu Qingchi laughed while counting.

"Is it 17?" Song Yu also laughed, "I just counted to 13."

"19, 20, 21..." Gu Qingchi counted seriously and ignored him.

Song Yu couldn't make trouble, so he could only count with his lips pouted, "22, 23..."

When the count reaches 48, the timer shows 15 seconds left.

The speed of Gu Qingchi's getting up did not slow down at all, Song Yu became a little anxious, and stretched out his hand to pinch Gu Qingchi's waist.

Gu Qingchi obviously paused for a beat, fell down and continued.

Song Yu lightly rubbed the skin of Gu Qingchi's thigh with the edge of his fingernails.

Gu Qingchi looked up at him as a warning.

Instead of restraining himself, Song Yu scratched his inner thighs more vigorously, rubbing them like playing a guitar.

This trick is like scratching an itch, the more you scratch it, the more effective it is than pinching.

When Gu Qingchi got up, he gasped and said, "How dare you cheat."

Song Yu let go of his hand with a smile, "You cheated first, you made me laugh just now."

"Then I didn't touch you like that either." Lu Qingchi fell down again and swallowed.

"Touch what's the matter." With a smile on the corner of Song Yu's mouth, he relentlessly rubbed Gu Qingchi's calf muscles.

Gu Qingchi suddenly stood up from the bed, and pushed Song Yu's shoulder.

Song Yu's eyes went dark for an instant, and his body fell diagonally backwards, his head hit the quilt with a dull sound.

Opening his eyes in a trance, his eyes were squinted by the light above his head.

"Touch it, what's the matter..." Gu Qingchi repeated what Song Yu said while gritting his molars, put his left hand on his shoulder, lifted a calf across Song Yu's thigh, and pressed down heavily.

The whole person hovered over Song Yu's body, looking down at him with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Yu was stunned by this sudden posture, he was used to doing things with his hands and feet, and he never thought that one day Gu Qingchi would resist.

Could it be because he felt awkward after being touched too much by a man?

He didn't dare to speak, and reached out to push Gu Qingchi's shoulder.

Gu Qingchi quickly reached out and scratched Song Yu's waist.

Unprepared, Song Yu let out a "ha" laugh, and held Gu Qingchi's arm with both hands reflexively.

Both legs were under pressure, he couldn't turn sideways at all, his thin waist kept twisting to get rid of the restraints, and his mouth was still relentless.

The fragmented words were mixed with laughter and panting, and the violent factor in Gu Qingchi's body was aroused in an instant, and the hand that was pressing Song Yu's shoulder changed to scratch his itch.

Although Song Yu's upper body was not restrained in any way, it was so itchy that he couldn't even speak clearly, and it was a problem to catch his breath.

"Wrong...I...was wrong..." Song Yu laughed profusely, wanting to roll on the bed, even beating Gu Qingchi's arm without strength.

He burst into tears and begged for mercy loudly, but Gu Qingchi had no intention of letting him go.

Now he really regrets provoking Gu Qingchi.

"Isn't it just to touch it?" Gu Qingchi stretched out his hand to scratch his armpit, "Huh?"

Song Yu kept having fun as if he had been tapped on the laughing point. No matter where he touched him, he couldn't bear it. When he tilted his head back, his fair neck drew a soft arc and hung on the edge of the bed. .

Gu Qingchi was afraid that he would choke, so he put his head back on the bed.

Song Yu finally took a breath, but before two seconds passed, another round of stormy waves came up.

He bent his knees, pushed against Gu Qingchi's back, and struggled to utter the word "beg", and Gu Qingchi's hand slipped into his waist.

Grab it hard.

Song Yu tilted his head back and laughed, until later, his laughter became weaker and weaker, his breathing became shorter and shorter, and finally he even cried out in pain.

Only then did Gu Qingchi stop, leaned down, pressed Song Yu's shoulder with one hand, and pressed his lower abdomen with the other palm, "Do you still dare to be a rascal in the future?"

Although Gu Qingchi was the one who did the violence, it also required strength to suppress Song Yu. It was not easy after a few minutes, and his voice was hoarse and panting when he spoke.

Song Yu shook his head, unable to say a whole sentence.

Gu Qingchi's face was too close, and there were still fine beads of sweat on his forehead, which was particularly sexy under the light.

His heart was beating like a violent storm.

I really want to hook the neck that is close to me and kiss it directly, and then force Lu Qingchi to do all kinds of things that are not suitable for children, but the string of reason is always tense, and the whole person is going crazy.

"This time it's you..." When Gu Qingchi got up, his right hand slid down, and before the word "win" came out, he was stunned as if he had been poked at an acupuncture point.

His fingers touched something hard.

Something that he himself is very familiar with….

Song Yu said "Fuck me" in a low voice, turned over and pressed his crotch in the blink of an eye.

He plunged into the quilt, pulled the quilt with his hands and covered his face.

As if his head had just been bombed by a shell, it instantly became a ruin, and he couldn't do anything.

His body was heating up because of his embarrassment, and the blush spread from his neck to the back of his ears, and finally his whole face turned red into pepper.

He always thought that the attempted forced kiss last time was a big stain in his life, but it turned out! ! !

Is there anything more fucking embarrassing than this! ! !

It would be better to die with a bang! ! !

Gu Qingchi's heartbeat was also a little violent, he blinked his eyes, and looked down at his slightly trembling fingertips.

The time was too short, and he wasn't quite sure what happened, because Song Yu just rolled over when he glanced over.

But looking at Song Yu's reaction, he knew that his feeling should be right.

hard!up!

No, it's just...how can it become hard after scratching an itch! ! !

Gu Qingchi looked at the two red ears buried under the blanket, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

This reaction...was quite cute.