Chapter 152: Caught in the act

Sure enough, going back to his house with He Yu resulted in--

On He Yu's birthday, Xie Qingcheng was not able to leave.

At the age of twenty, He Yu seems to feel that he has finally been able to erase the shame of Xie Qingcheng's earlier comment that he was "a minor in ancient times", and he has repeatedly tangled with him in every possible way.

Even when He Jiwei returns in the middle of the program and speaks to He Yu at the bedroom door, he fails to interrupt He Yu's enjoyment of the program, and on the contrary, he intensifies it.

This matter of opening exclusive birthday gifts lasted for the whole night, except for the necessary rest, He Yu never stopped opening gifts at all. Xie Qingcheng thought that He Yu was simply not human, what normal human being has such high energy?

They didn't wake up from their sleep until the next afternoon.

When Xie Qingcheng woke up, he realized that He Yu was looking at him seriously.

"Good morning brother ......."

"...... What time is it?" The voice was hoarse beyond words.

He Yu face surprisingly a little red, whispered, "...... It's already ...... almost two o'clock in the afternoon ......"

Xie Qingcheng lying on the bed, long eyelashes fluttering gently, after a long time, slowly back to God, his mood is very slightly complicated.

Fortunately, he is a person who is accustomed to not being shocked by changes, and his nature is cold, so when he does it again, he is confused, and after he does it, he can quickly find himself.

He sighed without speaking, and reached out his long, white, tattooed hand to feel for his cigarettes from the pocket of his shirt, which he had left at the foot of the bed.

He Yu stopped him.

This animal in bed is quite wild, what trash talk to the outside, this time after bullying people, but know embarrassed, the tone is almost like coaxing: "You do not smoke, for your body is not good."

Xie Qingcheng was worn out by him and looked at him coldly, "Are you doing this to my body?"

He Yu knew he was in the wrong and didn't say anything back.

After thinking for a moment, she whispered, "Brother, let me give you a massage on your waist."

"......"

Another self-promotion, "It's comfortable."

Xie Qingcheng was now uncomfortable when he heard the word "comfortable" come out of He Yu's mouth. He ignored him, and the most appropriate thing to do with this kind of currying favor from a big dog that had gotten into trouble was to ignore it; if you did, the other guy's tail would stand up and then it would be endless.

Since Xie Qingcheng did not care, He Yu took it upon himself to carefully press up his waist.

He Yu does not use a lot of force, but he finds the right position, massaging from the waist to the thighs, and then to the calves.

He had read a Japanese romantic novel called "Chunqin Copy" about a pair of lovers who were also master and disciple and master and servant. In that story, the male disciple had once pressed his master's foot against his own hot chest in order to warm him up so that he could feel comfortable.

At that time, when He Yu watched this paragraph, although he could understand that kind of morbid feeling of infatuation, he did not feel that there was anything exciting about it. But now he pressed and pressed, but suddenly suddenly enlightened, fully understood the protagonist was deeply in love with a person's feelings, he could not help but Xie Qingcheng skin color pale, vaguely translucent some light-colored veins of the foot rubbed hot, and then tucked in his heart gently pressed and kneaded.

Xie Qingcheng lifted his eyes slightly and looked at him, finally unable to resist asking, "Learned?"

He Yu lowered his lashes and rubbed the meridian on the back of his foot little by little, giving a low hmmm.

"What's the point of learning this?"

"When I was in Yi Jia Village, I felt so cold on you. So I learned a little bit when I had nothing to do, it's very effective in revitalizing blood and removing blood stasis."

"......" Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a moment.

He was previously trying to tell He Yu that their relationship was fruitless and shouldn't continue after hearing the opera.

But I didn't expect to meet He Yu's 20th birthday.

Much less did I expect this to happen afterward.

Xie Qingcheng now heard He Yu say this, and saw him gently rubbing and pressing his vaguely aching acupoints, in this quiet afternoon, those words still could not be spoken.

He is a very decisive person, and his heart is very hard when he makes up his mind, but I don't know why the knife is getting more and more hesitant in He Yu's case.

It wasn't like him, but he did just really gradually become intolerant.

It's like the poison is getting deeper and deeper.

It happened to be a Saturday, so the two of them rested in bed for a while, then showered and washed up and got up, and it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

He Yu went out to look around, He Jiwei probably has something to do in the company, has already left the house, the table with gifts and greeting cards. The soundproofing of this villa is very good, and He Yu knows that He Jiwei obviously didn't hear the commotion last night, and thought that he had brought a female companion home to spend the night.

How could he have imagined that the person in He Yu's room last night would be Xie Qingcheng?

Not to mention He Jiwei, anyone who knows He Yu well wouldn't think that He Yu could get involved with a man in his thirties.

And all those who are familiar with Xie Qingcheng can't imagine that Dr. Xie, who is so tough and icy, would be tossed around by a male student who is still studying to the point where his eyes are lost and his bass voice is hoarse ......

When He Yu finished probing and returned to his room, Xie Qingcheng was looking out the window at the lawn.

That's where he and He Yu first met.

It was also late spring and early summer, when he was walking through the promenade with a cupped cup of Endless Summer in his arms, and the light veil on the cupped flowers was blown off, and one of the children who were playing in the distance picked up the veil and handed it to him.

So well-behaved then, such a small child, only up to his waist, who could have imagined that he would be with him later ......

"Shea."

He Yu came in and interrupted his thoughts.

"Let's go to dinner together."

Afraid he would refuse, he added.

"No one's even had a cake with me yet."

Xie Qingcheng thought about it, forget it, he is a big man and twenty year old kid to care about some of these relationship matters ah, anyway, have done it all.

Like he was a little self-absorbed, and like he didn't care so much, he said, "Fine. I'll buy you."

The two of them went out from He Yu's exclusive elevator, and no one saw them in the process. When He Yu and Xie Qingcheng got into the taxi, they began to wonder why something wasn't quite right -- after something like this, shouldn't a man take his wife out for some good food and shopping to make her happy?

Why did he sleep with Xie Qingcheng all night, and Xie Qingcheng was the one who paid the bill in the end?

But Xie kept leaning back in his seat without saying anything, inclining his face to look out at the fleeting light of the streetlamps, like he had something on his mind rather than being particularly happy. He Yu thought for a moment and decided that it would be better for him to keep quiet for now, just in case he got on his nerves.

Although this time Xie Qingcheng did not put on the pants like the previous several times and turn his face away, but He Yu in the end is a bit PTSD, he was worried that Xie Qingcheng is just in the way of his birthday, so reluctantly condescending to accompany him - uncle type of people, basically are He Yu is more or less in the blood in the head to find out some doorway.

Xie Qingcheng let the master drive to a hot pot restaurant.

This hot pot restaurant young people mostly, as if or what net red star store, just opened when the scalper queue are more than a hundred dollars a number.

The two came early and didn't have to wait for a seat, and when they were seated, Xie Qingcheng scanned a code on his cell phone and threw it to He Yu, saying faintly, "Come on, order whatever you want."

"......"

It feels kind of weird.

What do you call this kind of hard work all day and night and then being taken out to dinner by your own woman or the one doing the following after you're done?

That's called a little, white, face.

Gigolo He Yu insists on not recognizing himself as a gigolo.

Still, he didn't dare to say anything.

Under the calm gaze of the "gold master", he honestly picked up the "gold master's" cell phone, ordered a few dishes that looked okay, and then obediently handed the phone back to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng: "Finished?"

"I don't eat hot pot very often, brother watch it."

Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly, "I don't eat it often either."

"Then why did you--"

"Xie Xue likes it." Xie Qingcheng said, "She comes here often. I thought you young people were good at it."

He Yu felt he was in for a treat.

Xie Qingcheng invited him to dinner last time, what was that? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I don't know! A water of vegetables, clean and cold, after eating, I feel like I can immediately recluse myself.

Brother was shagging him that time, silently admonishing him for how far apart the two of them were and how inappropriate they were together.

This time Xie Qingcheng is thinking from a young person's point of view.

Despite the fact that he was thinking wrong, and that He Yu was the odd one out amongst the youngsters who didn't really like hot pot with sleeves and chopsticks rolled up, He Yu felt his heart heat up.

He said to Xie Qingcheng, "I'll be with you and eat anything."

Xie Qingcheng indifference thought, the last time I took you to eat vegetarian restaurant, you are not so say.

He gave He Yu another complementary order of many dishes, and even gave him a single order of children's meals recommended in the milk jelly bunny. Plates of dishes were quickly brought up, the hot pot in the end was lively and gaudy, the meat was laid on ice, good snowflake beef, white fat, scarlet blood, hot and steaming, quickly curled up and scalded in the boiling water, the scent and grease released together, the color and aroma were intense, like a joyous climax.

Raw fish, raw meat.

The chopping block is cut off and left for the taking.

No wonder it is loved by young men and women.

Xie Qingcheng seemed to have ordered a plate of oysters, and when the plump, tender oyster meat was served, He Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, his feelings becoming more subtle.

I've heard that rich women will take oysters to a man after he has overindulged in sex, is Xie Qingcheng trying to get him to do it again......

After a few seconds, He Yu knew he was overthinking it.

Xie Qingcheng called out to the waiter, "This dish is served wrong."

The waiter hurriedly matched the order, bowed repeatedly in apology, and added, "Then this plate will be a gift for you two gentlemen."

He said and retired.

After a while, the waiter rushed to bring a plate of fresh and plump oysters, and sent it straight to the table opposite Xie Qingcheng and their side, which was really sitting on a low V skirt rich woman with abundant breasts and fat buttocks, and in front of a college student looking handsome boy.

The rich woman took a chopstick of oyster, the meat of the oyster quivering between her chopsticks, alive with desire.

The woman smiled charmingly, willow eyes like silk, attentive to the dishes, raw, fishy, sweet, spicy, a stream into the other side of the bowl. She spoiled her boy, "Eat more sweetie, you have a lot of work to do at night~"

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

He Yu saw that Xie Qingcheng was not looking well, so he shabu-shabu's other dishes and gave them to him: "Brother, you eat this one. What oysters are you eating? Waiter, hurry up and bring them down. These oysters don't look fresh."

Besides, he's only twenty years old and hasn't slept with Xie Qingcheng for so long.

Let alone one day and one night, he didn't need to make up for three days and three nights.

At the end of the meal, Xie Qingcheng ordered some birthday noodles, put them in a hot pot, then pulled them out for He Yu, and pushed some peppery pork belly and chicken soup from the mandarin duck pot to He Yu.

"This has to be eaten, twentieth birthdays are a whole lot, and you can't go wrong with longevity noodles."

He Yu took the bowl and looked at him for a while, "Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng : "Don't say anything meaty."

He Yu then got under the corner of the table and gently rubbed up against his leg.

Xie Qingcheng frowned and was about to avoid it when He Yu took hold of his wrist again on the table, the light-colored tattoo was like a bracelet, and He Yu's hand wrapped around it.

Under the cover of the snow-white tablecloth, no one saw the teenager's leg brushing against the man's, one at a time, like a dragon winding its tail. First, he touched it five times, then stopped, then touched it twice, and finally touched it once.

Even when He Yu was gentle, there was something gangly in his smile, "Do you see what I mean?"

Xie Qingcheng wrenched his wrist away from his palm.

Picking up the glass on the table, he took a calming sip of the thin wine.

The red wine moistened his lips, and his lips, which had always been blood light, were moisturized to a humorous red. He leaned back a bit, thinking that playing dumb was not necessary, and he wasn't afraid of He Yu whatsoever, so he faintly said, "You're twenty years old, and you still like to play this kind of junior high school trick."

He was big brotherly, but he had just been tossed about by the youngsters all night last night, and had borne all the passions of the boys in the house where He Yu had lived since he was a boy, and his voice had been so husky and low yesterday, so good, and how much more majestic in He Yu's eyes was it now that he said such a thing out of this mouth?

He Yu only felt that his throat was a little dry, as if he had eaten too much hot pot and was on fire.

While staring at Xie Qingcheng, He Yu's phone suddenly rang, he looked back - Lv Zhishu called.

Just as soon as the connection was made, the mother of one asked over the cell phone:

"He Yu, where are you? With whom?"

He Yu glanced across the table at Dr. Xie, teasing heart rising.

"I'm seeing a doctor."

Lv Zhishu Sure enough, she was startled, "Seeing a doctor? Are you not feeling well again?"

"No, just ...... massage spa ...... physical therapy."

Lv Zhishu That's why he was relieved, "I thought ...... Hey, it's good that it's okay, yesterday mom flight delayed, can not catch back, call you phone, you do not answer, did not accompany you to spend your birthday, you do not be angry ah."

He Yu smiled, genuinely, "How come."

"Where are you? I just got home, and I had the driver pick you up and take you home. Mom's got something for you-"

"I have something to do tonight, so I won't go back first." He Yu interrupted Lv Zhishu, "Mom, you're busy, I'll hang up first."

"Hello? ...... Hello?"

Lv Zhishu stood in the villa, clutching her cell phone in front of the service staff who were busy setting up the birthday party site. She was angry and puzzled, and after a while she went to ask Guan Jia: "Where did He Yu go today? When did he go out? Is it on the surveillance?"

"Ma'am, you do know that the youngest has his own elevator and access, and he's so good with computers that he never allows surveillance to cover his own area, so ......"

Lv Zhishu was so angry that he stomped his foot and turned around and went to the basement, wanting to go to their school to see if that foxy girl Xie Xue was with her son.

She couldn't wait, and while dialing the driver's number for someone to come and drive, she was already heading for the most-used Cullinan herself.

As soon as she ended up pulling open the car door, her person was dumbfounded.

The back of the car was a mess, throwing ties, tissues, and ......

Lv Zhishu stared incredulously, his face a shade of green and white, signaling that the impulsive and intense cloudburst that had taken place just a short time ago was the Durex thrown in the leather backseat!

It was used, but there was nothing left inside.

Lv Zhishu 一下就能想到了，这是 He Yu 用了又给拿了，直接就......

She blushed profusely.

He Yu actually did this with Xie Xue? ...... ridiculous! He, he's really gone too far, isn't he afraid of making that woman's belly bigger?