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He Mingyu, who came from a scholarly family, is really no match for Tan Qing's cheeky.

In the end, he could only bend down and let this heavy burden jump on him shamelessly. Demon whispered: "Goddaddy, let's go!"

He Mingyu: "..."

Tan Qing's breath made He Mingyu's neck a little itchy.

It seemed that it wasn't just the neck itching.

But the internal organs are scratched, itching from the bones.

Fortunately, Tan Qing rubbed back and forth behind him very dishonestly, looking left and right, two smooth thin legs crossed over him.

Looking over from the angle where He Mingyu lowered his head, he could just see the foot on his back that was not covered in shoes and socks.

Tan Qing's skin is pale, and her feet are naturally the same.

Unlike the deformed feet that many people wear in their shoes for a long time, each of Tan Qing's toes is bright and white, and the foot bones are also slender and beautiful, without a trace of extra sensuality.

He Mingyu stared at him for several times, before moving his gaze away a little awkwardly.

Tan Qing was riding on He Mingyu to enjoy the condescending pleasure, but he didn't notice the strangeness of He Mingyu just now.

I just waited for a long time and didn't see the rickshaw start, curiously pinched the legs, and urged: "Go drive!"

Tan Qing naturally leaned forward again so that his legs could pinch He Mingyu.

The two people were close together almost without distance.

Through Tan Qing's thin pajamas, He Mingyu can even feel the shape between his legs.

The little thing wiped He Mingyu's back with his unreliable master's movements, half soft and not hard, how shameless it was, how shameless it was.

The man in the middle of the night is the one who can't stand up to tease the most.

He Mingyu took a deep breath and subconsciously checked the looseness of his nightgown.

After carefully confirming twice, he finally relieved and reached out and pressed Tan Qing's ass: "Don't mess around, you didn't wear underwear?"

Tan Qing didn't listen to He Mingyu, and happily twisted his back twice and raised his head and said, "I don't wear it. The horrible panic affects the development of my bird."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu silently walked out of the chat room with his big baggage on his back, and carefully closed the door: "When I was taking medical elective courses abroad, the professor of related research told us three times that male reproductive function It’s hard to grow after the age of eighteen."

Suddenly the bad news, Tan Qing's heart is ashamed.

He slumped his head and slumped his head on He Mingyu's shoulders, and pitifully blew a snot bubble: "Oh, can Qingqing become the number one in the world? It's thick and long..."

Before He Mingyu had time to reply, the two ran into the nanny aunt who had cleaned up the kitchen and living room and was about to go back to the nanny room to sleep.

He Mingyu: "..."

Aunt Nanny: "..."

He Mingyu usually talks with him personally, and the nanny is only responsible for washing dishes and cleaning.

And He Mingyu has always been serious and serious, with a vibe that no strangers should enter. Even Lin Yu who came to pick up He Mingyu from get off work has always looked respectful.

Worked here for more than two months.

This is the first time the nanny aunt in her early 40s has seen someone like He Mingyu... acting like a baby?

An atmosphere of embarrassment filled the still air.

The nanny aunt wiped her hands with a rag stuffed in her pocket, looked at Tanqing, and tentatively said: "Mr. Tan, don’t worry too much... The men in our village like to eat sheep whip soup. If you don’t change it tomorrow, I will also make two bowls for you. Would you like to eat?"

Tan Qing's frustrated eyes suddenly bloomed with brilliance.

He lifted his head from He Mingyu's shoulder and looked at the nanny auntie full of yearning: "Really?!"

The nanny hurriedly said: "Really, you--"

"Fake."

He Mingyu indifferently interrupted the conversation between the two of them, and then he helped Tan Qing’s buttocks to lift him up, and said mercilessly, "You will be twenty-one in a few months. It’s time to go to sleep."

Tan Qing: "..."

The nanny was stunned: "But Mr. He, the sheep whip soup is really..."

He Mingyu's eyes swept over the babysitter, and he said coldly: "Really?"

nanny:"……"

The nanny glanced at Tan Qing sympathetically, and shook his head insincerely: "Boss He, you are right, Mr. Tan must never grow longer! It's impossible for him to grow longer in this life!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing was carried back to the big bedroom by He Mingyu.

He Mingyu’s flat-floor apartment originally had five bedrooms, each of the same size.

But because he opened up the next study room again, it seemed to be relatively spacious.

The decoration features in the bedroom are exactly the same as the decoration style of the living room in the house where Tan Qing just moved into the house. The chair in yellow rosewood, the desk in ebony wood, and the most eye-catching is a large ink painting hanging behind the desk in the study.

He Mingyu put Tan Qing on the bed. Seeing that the white and tender feet started to wobble up and down again, he took a pair of new socks that he hadn't worn, squatted down and put them on Tan Qing's feet.

His sock model is a few yards larger than Tan Qing's. After wearing it, there is a big gap between his thumb and little finger, like an extra sleeve for singing.

Tan Qing immediately shook his energies, shaking his socks while singing: "A man who regrets that a married man has a bed, kills his wife and kills his son..."

He Mingyu: "..."

Liao Xian was first a national-level drama performer from J City. He Mingyu has been with his mother since she was a child and listened to her getting up early to practice her voice. Several well-known Peking opera lyrics were deeply impressed.

This passage happens to be a curse of the guilty man.

He Mingyu changed into pajamas in the cloakroom and walked out again.

When he walked to Tan Qing's side, he raised his eyelids, "Don't sing anymore?"

Tan Qing cleverly folded her feet up and put them away, and put up two slender, white fingers: "Just a few words."

He Mingyu glanced at Tan Qing and said in a hurry, "It just so happens that Mom learned this. If you are interested, let her teach you."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing swiftly got into the quilt and covered herself, only revealing her bare buttocks.

Then he refused boringly: "No, no, I don't like learning to sing."

These two sentences were only learned by the girls who were cheated by the scumbag outside his cave when he was cultivating in the old mountain.

He Mingyu dug Tan Qing out of the quilt, then pulled down his nightgown to cover his butt: "Go brush your teeth and wash your face, and you can sleep cleanly."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

He stepped on a pair of gray cotton stockings that were two sizes bigger than he jumped out of the bed, and walked to the bathroom in the bedroom.

The junction of the study room and the large bedroom is on the right hand side of the sink.

Tan Qing walked slowly to the bathroom door, suddenly poked her head out and glanced at He Mingyu's study.

Then he turned his head and said curiously: "Hey, is the picture in your study a phoenix tree?"

He Mingyu was contacting Lin Yu and asked him to help him postpone the meeting tomorrow morning until the afternoon. He glanced at the study after hearing Tan Qing's words: "Do you recognize it?"

Freehand ink painting is different from ink painting meticulous brushwork.

The freehand brushwork emphasizes the interest but not the shape. Except for the extremely typical peonies and plum blossoms, such large-leaved green trees, few laymen can see what they paint at a glance.

However, Tan Qing seems to be too ignorant on weekdays.

Tan Qing tilted his head and glanced again. The painting was also inscribed with He Mingyu's words: "Recognize it, Phoenix Indus, this tree is inhabited."

As Tan Qing said, he thiefly gestured to He Mingyu: "I'm telling you, don't look at this tree's ugly growth, it can be used to burn the fire to warm it, the fire is super big."

Simply provided him with firewood for the whole winter.

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu reluctantly raised the dial on his wrist: "Ten minutes. If you can't finish washing, you will sleep in the study tonight."

Tan Qing rushed into the bathroom as soon as he slid, "No, no, no, I'll be out in a minute!"

Say one minute is one minute.

Real men just can't procrastinate.

At the first minute and one second, Tan Qing smoothly slipped into He Mingyu's bed with bare feet.

The bed was big enough, but it was a pity that He Mingyu put two quilts on the bed.

And firmly and persistently refused Tan Qing to get into He Mingyu's bed.

Tan Qing rolled left and right in anger, rolled herself into a fox tube, then poked her head out of the bed, and seriously reminded He Mingyu: "It's time to read the story."

He Mingyu: "..."

Tan Qing persevered and pulled out a claw from the fox barrel: "Read three."

He Mingyu had to turn around and turn on the bedside lamp again. He picked up the children’s book that had just been opened from the table and turned to a page at will: “In Egypt a long time ago, there was a fox. Like to eat grapes..."

"The fox doesn't eat grapes."

Tan Qing arched upwards and said earnestly, "The fox will have diarrhea when eating grapes."

He Mingyu glanced at him, sighed, turned the page over, and started again: "There is a businessman..."

This time I haven't had time to finish the third sentence.

Tan Qing next to her had already closed her eyes obediently, and her breathing evenly fell asleep.

The long and curled eyelashes are on the eyelashes, and he is facing He Mingyu's side, his mouth is slightly pursed, a calm and peaceful appearance.

He Mingyu quietly put the book back on the bedside table next to him, and whispered: "Tan Qing."

Probably because he was asleep, the most eye-catching beautiful eyes were closed, and the other equally outstanding facial features finally regained their due status.

Red lips, straight nose tip, and curved eyebrows.

He Mingyu stretched out his hand to help Tanqing pull back the broken hair that had been swept to his forehead, and shouted again: "Tan Qing?"

Tan Qing slept sweetly, looking harmless and simple.

He Mingyu seemed to hesitate for a long time.

Then he lowered his head slightly and touched Tan Qing's lips.

Very soft.

Although He Mingyu wasn't such a decent gentleman, he had never done anything that could not be on the stage.

For a while, I was a little disgusted with myself.

However, after ten seconds of disgusting himself, He Mingyu bowed his head again and kissed Qingqing again.

Nice kiss.

The time for He Mingyu to abandon himself changed from ten seconds to one second.

Just when he lowered his head and prepared to talk to Qing Qing for the third time.

Tan Qing opened his eyes, and aggrievedly avoided He Mingyu's kiss: "Well, can't you mess with me? It is said in the book that men who don't kiss are stinky hooligans."