Sugar Baby

Since he made up his mind to play well, Qiu Qiu increased the time he practiced singing and practicing the piano from one hour to one hour each morning and evening. ---End this beautiful, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw))) He is his own The analysis is very thorough. He knows that he is a talented singer. In addition to relying on a good scorpion, the outstanding appearance is also a key plus point.

Fortunately, most of the players in the division area are more "water". Qiu Qiu holds a good card and takes a third and continues to go up without problems. Just going further... I’m afraid I really need to use the power of cognac to ask him to ask a good vocal teacher to make up the class.

But in this way, I have to owe money. Qiu Qiu thinks that the hairs on the top of the head are white...

On this day, Fu Ryan had no entertainment at night and did not come back for dinner. Qiu Qiu finished his homework and sat on the high stool next to the bar with his guitar. There are several musical scores on the table in front of him, famous masterpieces, and a small tune that Qiu Qiu himself tried to write.

After Qiu Qiu intends to enter the national competition, he will not sing popular songs and sing his own works. It’s just that he didn’t systematically learn to compose music. He can write a dozen or so festivals, but he’s not finished at the beginning and end.

Writing a song is like making a fuss. It is good to do it all at once. It is also necessary to repeatedly think about it. Such a work can withstand the tempering of time and be worthy of the word "Yong Yong".

It seems that he wants to learn from the experience of the predecessors - Zou Bao in the Warring States period is beautiful, and in the morning, he looks in the mirror and the north of the city is Xugong than the United States. After the photo, he enters the palace and sings the king. Qiu Qiu decided to learn more from him. He could write songs every day in the mirror.

He was holding a pen against the piano, and suddenly there was a sound coming from the door.

"Dry? Are you coming back?" Qiu Qiu quickly put down the guitar and ran to the door, noticing that his tail was shaking.

He turned the corner in three or two steps, and suddenly stopped the brakes - not only Fu Ruien, but also his secretary and bodyguard.

I saw that Fu Ryan’s brow was locked, his face was white, and the shirt unbuttoned three buttons, which were completely wet and stuck on his body. His bodyguard carried his half body and held him slowly into the room. Behind Fu Ryan, the secretary held his briefcase and suit jacket in his hand, and the other hand carried a bag of medicine and looked anxious.

Fu Ryan’s hand pressed his stomach and saw Qiu Qiu welcoming him. Some tired and greeted him.

Qiu Qiu rushed over and helped the bodyguards to help Fu Ryan go to the living room.

When Fu Ryan sat down on the sofa, Qiu Qiu was busy with hot water and looking for brown sugar.

Fu Ryan saw him panic and reminded him. "I am suffering from stomach problems and not coming to menstruation. What brown sugar do you find for me?"

Qiu Qiu patted his head. He used to wait for his mother to wait for the habit. When he saw his stomach, he wanted to pour brown sugar.

He poured a large glass of water into the mug and tried to test the water temperature like a kitten drowning before sending it to Fryen.

The secretary was used to the big winds and saw that the gray wolf in the hands of Qiu Qiu didn't even raise his eyebrows. He took out a few pills and carefully asked Qiu Qiu how many hours to let the boss eat one.

Fu Ryan's gastritis is an old problem. When he was young, he was busy with work. He didn't eat regularly and he often went to socialize. The stomach piercing entered the emergency department twice. In recent years, I haven’t had to pay any attention to health care. I think that the dinner of this evening has become a big business. I am happy for a while, and I have fallen after drinking two more cups.

This disease is clearly born in Fu Ryan, he is still not so good, Qiu Qiu's eyes are red.

Fu Ryan had long known that this child was a little crying bag. He was bullied and cried before, and he thought that he would see him fall back today.

It’s a boy, how can it hurt like tears?

"The little girl is made of water. If you don't move, you cry."

Qiu Qiuyi worked hard, and the dimples in his mouth were all squeezed out. "I am not doing the wine?"

Walking, of course, doing it every day is just watching him get drunk.

Fu Ryan pulled him to the sofa and sat down, wiped his tears with his palm, and stuffed the cup into his arms, and told him to pour another glass of water. At the foot of Qiu Qiu, it was like a hot wheel. He ran and ran back. The water in his hand was not scattered.

The medicine worked quickly. Fu Rinen paid attention to health at ordinary times. After twenty minutes, he slowed down, and his hands and feet had strength, and his face was not as white as he was.

The bodyguard wanted to help him back to the bedroom to rest. Fu Ryan handed Qiu Qiu a look, and Qiu Qiu immediately remembered his tent camped on the bed.

Alas!

Qiu Qiu quickly took Fu Ruien from the bodyguard and patted his chest to ensure that he could return to dryness alone.

The responsible bodyguard was about to speak, and the secretary quickly pulled him aside and asked him not to talk too much.

Qiu Qiu did not notice the eye-catching lawsuit between the two, carefully holding Fu Ryan into the bedroom, sent him to the bed, wet the towel and wiped his face.

Fu Ruien did not know whether it was really weak or false, relying on the bedside, quietly watching Qiu Qiu around him.

Qiu Qiu saw that Fu Ryan’s shirt was full of sweat, urging him to change his pajamas.

Fu Ryan said: "I have no strength, you help me off."

They are all men, and Qiu Qiugang, who is upright, didn’t think much about it. He leaned down and walked smartly through Fu Rin’s shirt.

As the buttons are untied, the shirt naturally slides down the sides of the body curve. The body of Fu Ryan's muscles is displayed in front of Qiu Qiu.. Compact chest muscles, flat belly, mermaid line extends to the waistband Underneath, even the shallow navel of the navel is handsome and earth-shattering.

Qiu Qiu gently wiped the sweat on his body with a wet towel in his hand, but the more he wiped, the less the rule, the thin layer of towel, Qiu Qiu can clearly feel how hot the body is. He didn't dare look up at people, his brain was blank, his face was red.

Wiping the upper body, Qiu Qiu's hand gradually turned down and trembled on Fu Ryan's belt buckle. The cold metal buckle contrasted sharply with the hotness of his palm. He clumsily groped on it, and the belt buckles squeaked and rang in the empty room.

Suddenly, Fu Ryan raised his hand and gently pressed Qiu Qiu's back.

Qiu Qiu discovered that people who are nervous to the heart are not only one.

He looked up and looked at Fu Ryan, and the softness was like the tofu that had just been formed. "...dry..."

Fu Ryan squinted and whispered. "You go out and send them, I change my pajamas."

Qiu Qiu was a big man, and he thought that the mess in his head was faded. He leaned softly and stood up from the bed and walked down with his head down.

Behind him, Fu Ryan relied on the bed and watched him rush out of the bedroom with his hands. He smiled very well.

......

In the living room, the secretary is counting the bodyguards.

"Are you stupid? Do you want to enter the boss's bedroom?"

"But before the boss drank too much, I also sent it in..."

"That was before! Now that Qiu Shaoye has moved over, there may be more things in the bedroom. The less you see, the longer you can work."

The bodyguard quickly nodded.. "Thank you, He."

Qiu Qiu just heard the last few words. The face that had not cooled down was redder and stuttered. "He secretary, there is nothing in the bedroom, just a tent."

What happened to the eyes of "You two can really play, it doesn't matter to me."

Qiu Qiuzhen was killed on the guitar and could not tell.

Because Fu Ruien has no rooms to stay here, Qiu Qiu can't leave them. After sending the secretary and the bodyguard away, he went back to the living room to clean up the books and the guitar. He deliberately honed it for a while, and the man in the mirror was no longer red, and he returned to the bedroom.

Fu Ryan has been lying down, but has not yet fallen asleep, because of stomach pain, his whole person's gas field has softened a lot.

Qiu Qiu was afraid of disturbing him. He put a cup of warm water on his bed and whispered. "That... dry good night."

The little squirrel Qiu Qiu gently returned to his little tent. After a busy night, he was tired, and he didn't want to look at his homework before going to bed. He closed the chandelier in the tent and thought he could fall asleep soon, but he turned over and over in his sleeping bag, but he couldn't cultivate sleepiness.

Although he turned off the tent light, there was no light in the bedroom, and the dim bedside light illumined a small open space, and the warm warm yellow light outlined Fryen’s figure.

Suddenly, Fu Ryan’s figure moved.

Qiu Qiu looked at Fu Ryan sitting up in bed and slowly moved to his tent.

"Hey," said the little wolf outside the tent. "Autumn and autumn, can I come in?"

Qiu Qiu did not delay for a second, immediately drilled out of the sleeping bag and opened the tent curtain for Fu Ryan.

Qiu Qiu used to wear only one pair of underwear when he was sleeping. The bare naked body appeared only one second in front of Fu Ryan, and he was swallowed back by the sleeping bag.

Fu Ryan set his mind and followed him into Qiu Qiu’s small tent.

This is the first time that Fu Ryan “formally visited” Qiu Qiu’s “room”, and naturally it is necessary to look carefully. The small tents were clean and well-organized, and the mosquito nets were hung up. Qiu Qiu wrapped his sleeping bag against the wall and slept with the clothes and mobile phone and charging treasure he had replaced. Everything is clean and tidy, and Qiu Qiu is the most suitable boy in the family.

The tents are not big, and the two adults are inevitably in the hands and feet.

Fu Ryan reached out and poked the position of the dimple on his face. He said softly. "Autumn and autumn, I am sorry, today I am worried about it."

Qiu Qiu thought about the appearance of a white face that was so painful and painful. He said that he was so distressed and nervous. "Well, you have to live a long life."

Fu Ryan was a little embarrassed. He didn't understand what the routine was. He could only pick up the words. "Well, that autumn and autumn is also."

"I don't have to, I live until I am eighty-one."

"..." Fu Ryan said, he was forged by the time and the world for countless times, and he was soaked in the face of Qiu Qiu.

He laughed and brought Qiu Qiu over, glared at him through his sleeping bag, and couldn't resist the small dimple he kissed him.

This is the first time that Fryen has sexually harassed him for the first time after the end of the "support relationship" between the two. Qiu Qiuhong was kissed by him, hesitated for two seconds and twisted his head to the side.

Fu Ruien thought that he was not willing to be eaten by himself, but he thought that Qiu Qiu whispered. "And... there is another side."

So Fu Ryan gently kissed him on the left cheek.

Two people were lying in the tent, shoulders shoulder to shoulder, and whispered a night's words. Later, Qiu Qiu fell asleep, and the head rested on Fu Ryan's arm. The whole person was buried in the dry arms. in.

——The two of them “cohabited” for so long, and Fu Ryan finally succeeded in “staying”.