Special Fondness

The love affair lasted for a long time, Fang Su couldn't tell the time, only because of this person's request, he became weaker and weaker, and cuddled in his arms softly, letting him do whatever he wanted.

In fact, Tang Qiaoyuan is very gentle, and he is considerate to him in every action, but I am afraid that he is not sympathetic enough, and hurts him to the core. But Fang Su has rarely experienced this. Before meeting Tang Qiaoyuan, even a sudden **** can make him feel ashamed for a long time, not to mention the wanton enjoyment now, which makes him not only physically tired, but also the whole The heat on his face never subsided for a moment.

Tang Qiaoyuan was very restrained before, but this time he no longer worried about his resistance or fear, and after hearing his confession, he couldn't restrain himself. Therefore, when Tang Qiaoyuan finally stopped, Fang Su was already drowsy and did not want to move his fingers.

Tang Qiaoyuan lightly kissed his hot cheeks, the feeling of soreness in his chest, and the smile was deeply etched in the bottom of his eyes, thinking that he would just let him fall asleep, and he was thinking about the lunch time he had long missed. contradiction. While hesitating, Fang Su took the initiative to speak, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Qiaoyuan...I want to drink water..."

"Okay," Tang Qiaoyuan bent his lips, sat up on his elbows, casually put on a single shirt and got out of bed, and came back with a teacup after a while, Fang Su actually closed his eyes again, the man reached out and stroked his side Face, coaxed softly, "Susu, wake up and drink some tea."

Fang Su half-opened his eyes, and it took a long time before he slowly raised his arms. Tang Qiaoyuan leaned over to let him hook him, hugged his back and hugged him to sit up. After he was leaning against him, he brought the tea to his lips. Feed carefully.

"are you hungry?"

Fang Su drank half a glass of water, nodded after listening to the question, but then shook her head and replied, "I don't want to eat...I want to sleep..."

Tang Qiaoyuan felt distressed and interesting, put down the teacup with his backhand, helped him lie down again, lifted the tresses of hair scattered on his face with his fingers, and replied, "You can't eat it, I'll let the kitchen prepare it, you go to sleep for a while, I'll wake you up when it's done."

Fang Su was nearly sleepy, nodded dazedly, and didn't want to say another word. He was swept up in the tiredness after the emotional tide, and only thought that it would be fine to eat or not, just let him sleep for a while... Thinking , breathing gradually becomes even.

Tang Qiaoyuan couldn't bear to quarrel with him any more, so he brought clean water to wash his body by himself. The thin quilt wrapped around Fang Su's body was gently pulled away, she frowned lightly, and then fell asleep more deeply. Tang Qiaoyuan looked at him with a smile for a while, then stood up to cover the curtain, cleaned himself up, put on his clothes and left the room.

The courtyard was still quiet, and without his permission, no one dared to step in. Tang Qiaoyuan walked to the courtyard and saw the maid waiting outside, and briefly ordered: "Call the kitchen to cook some fresh porridge.

The maid should be saluting, and hurried to pass on his meaning.

The man turned around after speaking, and didn't stay at the entrance of the courtyard. How could he know that he didn't take two steps, and was suddenly called by a familiar female voice behind him. He turned his head and saw Bai Pingxing coming forward, followed by two well-behaved and quiet little girls. .

Bai Ping's expression was as calm as usual, but there was a deep meaning in her eyes, and she gave him a slight blessing.

Tang Qiaoyuan's intuition was unpleasant, but he saw that she took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it over with both hands: "Zhuang Zhu, Miss Biao is on her way."

Tang Qiaoyuan just took the letter in his hand. Hearing this, he didn't take it apart and looked at it. He rolled it into a ball, loosened his fingers, and dropped it on the ground at will.

"Could it be that Uncle Biao's illness went away so quickly that she only went back for half a month, and this is here again?" Tang Qiaoyuan looked unhappy, and said coldly with a frown, "Who allowed her to come?"

Bai Ping didn't answer. Anyway, this question was not really meant to be asked of her. After all, that young lady came and went, and she always regarded Tang Mansion as her own home. Besides, she knew that Tang Qiaoyuan was indifferent and ruthless in nature, and he didn't pay attention to everything, but he respected his cousin, just to repay his kindness for saving his father in times of crisis, so he also brought him together. She also had to be a little indulgent to the young lady.

The master is like this, as a slave, she naturally has nothing to say.

Therefore, Bai Ping just waited for him to leave such two angry words and did not respond. After a while, Tang Qiaoyuan really did what she thought, and did not lift up any harsh words, only exhorted: "Come here, wait for me, But only one thing..."

Bai Ping's brows moved slightly, vaguely looking forward to his unfinished words.

A trace of disgust flashed on Tang Qiaoyuan's face, and he continued, "She is not allowed to approach the main courtyard for half a step."

"Yes." Bai Ping was blessed with a happy smile on his lips as he bowed his head.

"By the way, there is one more thing, let go of the Fang family."

"Slave understands." Bai Ping nodded, not at all surprised by this explanation.

Tang Qiaoyuan returned to the dormitory. The girl stood on the spot and pored over his last two sentences, all of which were related to Fang Su, especially the previous sentence - the former cousin who came to the mansion was never banned from entering the main courtyard. , Now that I can hear such an order, it is because there are many different people in the mansion.

The little girl behind her was a newly arrived maid, and she was learning the rules with Bai Ping. She listened to the conversation between the master and servant for a while, and only then did she dare to ask in a low voice when Tang Qiaoyuan was walking away: "Sister Bai Ping, The owner of the village doesn't seem to be very happy... that Miss Biao is here, but will it cause trouble?"

"So what?" Bai Ping turned around, looked at the two innocent girls who were still young, and replied with a chuckle, "There should be someone who would treat her long ago."

The two maids looked puzzled one after another. Bai Ping didn't talk much about the matter, and said "Let's go", and took them to other places...

On the other side, the person who had been pressed by Bai Ping a long time ago didn't know it, and slept in the duvet until dusk.

Fang Su's body was carefully scrubbed by Tang Qiaoyuan, and when he woke up, he was refreshing and very comfortable. He doesn't like to sweat by nature, but since the beginning of summer, he still likes to wrap himself tightly with a thin quilt, so he slept warmly and his cheeks were dizzy.

The small porridge was boiled thin and soft in the casserole. The water in which the porridge was cooked was filled with stewed chicken soup. Tang Qiaoyuan tasted it and was quite satisfied. The little cup went back to the room. Along the way, the maids in the past didn't dare to look up at him, only buried their faces quietly, secretly surprised, and felt more and more that their owner had really changed his temper.

The bed tent in the room was lifted up, it was almost dusk, the light leaking into the room was not so dazzling, Fang Su was not disturbed, and fell asleep, but was forcibly picked up by the person and had to wake up. come over.

Fang Su closed his eyes and didn't want to open it, Tang Qiaoyuan lowered his head and rubbed his lips against his cheek, rubbing it back and forth for a long time, but it could be considered that his temper was a little weak, and he pushed his head away with a low humming hand.

The man couldn't help laughing. He approached him again to kiss him, and whispered, "It's time for you to wake up. If you don't wake up again, you can watch the moon all night."

Fang Su let out an indistinct low-pitched sound, as if complaining about him waking him up, then stretched out his hand to push him, pushed him but leaned against him, buried it on his shoulder and continued to sleep. Tang Qiaoyuan simply lowered his head and kissed him, first licking it gently, then a moment later, his tongue broke into his mouth, making the kiss hot and intense.

"Um…"

Fang Su groaned in his throat. He had never kissed him like this before. He gradually woke up, half-opening his eyes and staring blankly at the person in front of him.

Tang Qiaoyuan let him go with a low smile, and licked the fluid from his lips very slowly, watching with great interest that his eyes became more conscious and his face became redder, he felt satisfied, and picked up his clothes to take care of him. , jokingly said: "Lay back in bed, how about I wake you up like this?"

Fang Su was already weak, and just now he was kissed so softly that he lowered his eyes and didn't answer, letting him put on clothes for himself. However, Fang Su didn't say anything on his lips, but he actually understood very well in his heart, knowing that this person really just said that. Because although he usually doesn't like to stay in bed, when he wakes up a little later, Tang Qiaoyuan will always be there to watch quietly, and he won't bother him at all. No matter what, he will wake up today because he is afraid that he will be hungry. That's it.

Fang Su rolled his eyes.

Tang Qiaoyuan carried him to the table. There was a bowl of small porridge in the cup. The man moved the bowl closer and fed him cold by spoonfuls. Fang Su had just woken up and had no appetite, but looking at his considerate appearance, he was unwilling to refuse. After eating two bites, his appetite was also opened, and he felt empty in an instant, really hungry.

The chicken soup in the porridge is fragrant but not greasy. Seeing that this person only prepared a bowl and a spoonful, Fang Su asked curiously, "Why don't you eat it?"

"I've eaten," Tang Qiaoyuan replied, not forgetting to tease him again, "I stole my mouth in the kitchen for a long time when you were sleeping in the bed."

Fang Su laughed out loud, the porridge in his mouth tasted better.

The two of them in the room were very warm, but it was fun to feed them.

Outside the Tang Mansion in Linzhou City, a luxurious carriage with a tassel roof slowly stopped.