On the appointed day, Wen Sheng was very punctual. When Xia Qingshu went downstairs, the car had already stopped downstairs.
Wen Sheng also wore a Chinese style today, a bamboo leaf silk jacket over a white T-shirt, giving him a warm feeling.
In fact, his facial features are firm and deep, and he looks rather cold, but the gentle smile on his face all year round and his humble temperament dilute the sharpness of his facial features, making him more approachable.
Seeing Xia Qingshu coming, Wen Sheng got out of the car and helped him open the door.
"Brother Sheng, please go in quickly, or someone will take a picture of you." Xia Qingshu looked left and right, and was relieved when he saw that no one around was taking pictures with their mobile phones.
"Don't be afraid." He returned to the cab slowly.
The first time they went to a concert together, Wen Sheng wore a hat and a mask. This time he wore nothing at all. Xia Qingshu was a little surprised. "Aren't you afraid of being photographed secretly? If you were photographed, it would definitely be the headlines!"
A star like Wen Sheng will definitely be followed by paparazzi. Even if there were no paparazzi, it wouldn't be good if passers-by took photos and posted them online.
"Don't be afraid." Wen Sheng turned around, looked at Xia Qingshu and smiled softly, "Let them take pictures."
"Why? Aren't you afraid of being written about?"
Wen Sheng smiled and said, "Don't be afraid."
His tone was gentle and his smile was graceful, with a gentle power. He is not being polite; he is truly not afraid.
An idea vaguely popped up in Xia Qingshu's mind, and he shut up.
Wen Sheng drove very steadily, and seeing that the other party was silent, he just lowered his head and chuckled.
Halfway through the journey, they encountered a red light. Wen Sheng turned his head and gently touched the lower edge of Xia Qingshu's neck with his finger, "Why is it red here?"
Xia Qingshu turned his head to look back, but he still couldn't see it until his head was almost twisted off. The angle was really tricky. Finally, he opened the front mirror of the car and saw it.
There was a small red dot hidden at the end of the collarbone depression. It should have been splashed by the hot oil from cooking. He was only paying attention to his arm at the time, but he didn't expect the hot oil to splash there and it took a long time to disappear.
Knowing that it was the hot oil that splashed when cooking, Wen Sheng laughed and asked, "Qingshu also knows how to cook?"
Xia Qingshu said shyly, "That's why I got hurt."
"May I have the honor of tasting your cooking?"
Xia Qingshu touched his cheek and answered in an official manner, "I'll invite you to my home if there's a chance."
Wen Sheng looked at the red spot on his neck again and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Xia Qingshu shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."
Wen Sheng came over, "Qingshu, you..."
Xia Qingshu raised his hand and smelled it. Was there any strange smell?
It was obvious that Wen Sheng was dressed carefully. He was just wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. Wasn't that too casual?
Xia Qingshu lowered her eyes shyly, her long eyelashes covering up the embarrassment in her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any strange smell? It's still early, how about I go home and change..."
"It's not a strange smell." The green light came on, Wen Sheng stepped on the accelerator lightly, smiled gently, "It's a fragrance."
"Ah?" Xia Qingshu tilted her head blankly, sniffing the clothes with her little nose, "Why is there a fragrance? I didn't wear any perfume."
"It's not the smell of perfume." Wen Sheng's tone was gentle, but his words could not be refuted, "It's the fragrance of your body."
Light body fragrance.
Smells very good.
These words are somewhat ambiguous and exceed the boundaries between ordinary friends.
Xia Qingshu couldn't hear it, but he could feel the subtle change in the other party's attitude.
"Oh..." Xia Qingshu didn't know how to respond. After saying "oh" for a while, he lowered his head and pretended to play with his phone.
Wen Sheng's eyes were gentle, knowing that the other party was uncomfortable, so he stopped talking.
The paintings were exhibited in a commercial villa. Because it was a private exhibition, the visitors were all friends of the painter. There were very few people, and Wen Sheng did not wear a mask or a hat throughout the whole process.
When he met his friend, Wen Sheng did not hide and introduced Xia Qingshu naturally. He called Xia Qingshu "my friend."
A friend joked, "This is the first time I see you bringing a friend back alone. It must be a special friend."
The gallery is on the third floor. Although it is daytime, the light is slightly dim due to the lush greenery surrounding it, and the gallery has turned on warm lights.
The painter should be an abstract artist, and most of his paintings are stream-of-consciousness watercolors, with graphics of various colors stacked together, looking magnificent.
Xia Qingshu's skin is white, the kind of white that is dazzling. It is eye-catching among the colorful colors.
The red spot on his neck seemed to be picked. The laser of the beast sways with its body when it walks.
Especially eye-catching.
Wen Sheng looked at the red dot and smiled softly, "Yes, he is very special."
The lime drink provided by the gallery was particularly delicious. Although Xia Qingshu couldn't understand the paintings, he drank a lot of the drink. The painter knew Wen Sheng was coming, so he came over to greet him personally and discussed the boundless world of art.
Xia Qingshu didn't understand and made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He didn’t take a nap today and yawned several times. He squatted on the toilet, feeling a little drowsy.
A shadow appeared above his head, blocking most of the dim light. Xia Qingshu looked up and found a head lying on the toilet partition, staring at him.
A round head blocked the already dim light and blurred the facial features. Only the pair of eyes were bright and frightening.
Xia Qingshu was so frightened that he almost fell off the toilet.
"Are you sick?"
Xia Qingshu started cursing as soon as he opened his mouth. If it wasn't disgusting, he would have wanted to throw the trash can next to the toilet at the other person's head.
The person lying on the cubicle slid down, and Xia Qingshu quickly stood up and put on his pants.
He opened the bathroom door and the peeping person was already standing at the door.
The other party was not embarrassed at all, but rather arrogant.
Xia Qingshu saw the person clearly and found out it was the old pervert Zhou Qian. It's really disgusting to watch people go to the toilet.
Xia Qingshu didn't bother to pay attention to him, walked around him and went straight to the sink. Zhou Qian didn't feel embarrassed about being ignored. He walked over to turn off the faucet, his eyes a little cold, "Last time I helped you betray your brothers, but you took the room card but didn't go."
A simple statement with a question.
There was something teasing and sinister in his tone, as well as a teasing tone as if the prey was firmly under control.
A typical segment where a middle school boy says something harsh.
Xia Qingshu took a step to the side, turned on another faucet, and whispered, "The room card was taken away by Brother Yubin. You know he loves to steal my things."
He turned his head and smiled in a pretentious manner.
The smile seemed weak, but in fact it was secretly mocking the embarrassing situation of the other party and Xia Yubin being forced to have their gastric lavage after secretly eating peanuts.
Zhou Qian's expression froze.
"Brother Yubin was kicked out by his father and brother that night, and my adoptive father also said that he did not return home." Xia Qingshu opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth in surprise, "Could it be that you..."
Zhou Qian's face was sallow, and there was no warmth in his resentful eyes.
Xia Qingshu continued to poke his heart in a weak voice, "You and Brother Yubin have such a good relationship, so close that you can even sleep in the same bed."
Zhou Qian gritted his teeth, his face trembling slightly, and he grabbed Xia Qingshu's wrist, ambiguous and affectionate. Rubbing it astringently.
After just one or two rubs, the skin turned pink.
Xia Qingshu didn't know that even if he smiled meanly, it would not make that pretty face lose any of its luster. Instead, it made his eyes more lively, more radiant, and more charming.
Zhou Qian was half annoyed and half anxious.
Impatient for sex.
He propped one hand on the edge of the pool, looked at Xia Qingshu provocatively with a sullen look on his face, and said in a playful tone, "Aren't you following Chen Zhiyu? Why did you change people?"
"Wen Sheng is too boring. Come to me. I have many tricks and I love you."
"I heard that fair-skinned people also have pink skin there."
"It was dark just now, and I couldn't see clearly..."
Xia Qingshu got goose bumps all over his body.
Zhou Qian leaned close to his ear and deliberately blew air into it while speaking, "Tell me, brother, how did Chen Zhiyu do it to you?"
"Or, how do you want me to fuck you?"
After Zhou Qian had eye surgery, his originally long sideways bangs were cut short, revealing his neat facial features. None of the children from the four families were ugly, and Zhou Qian could be considered good-looking.
But he has a pair of droopy eyes with thin eyelids, and when he looks at people sideways, he always looks like he's getting beaten.
He is uncouth and full of evil.
He is the most favored youngest son of a media tycoon. Even if Xia Qingshu is a child of the Xia family and is bullied by him, the worst that can happen is that the two families become enemies or that he has to pay compensation.
Besides, he had already lost so much, but he still hadn't touched a hair of Xia Qingshu. The thought of it made him angry.
Since he has nothing to do with Chen Zhiyu anymore, can he have a taste of it himself?
Xia Qingshu opened her eyes wide, with her long crow-feather eyelashes curled up. She did not show the expected anger and shame, but just stared at the other person blankly, with her head slightly tilted, as if she did not understand what the other person meant.
What an ignorant beauty!
Zhou Qian's heart was beating fast, and he wanted to tease someone. He opened his mouth and just as he said the word "fuck", he felt something gently hit his knee.
His knees went weak and he fell to his knees with a thump.
Just by listening to the sound of the cold and hard marble floor, one could tell that Zhou Qian was in great pain from kneeling.
Zhou Qian gritted his teeth, pulled his lips, and revealed an ugly smile.
Xia Qingshu covered his mouth and laughed secretly, "Why, you're kneeling before the New Year?"
He turned on the faucet, washed his hands slowly, and then playfully splashed the water on his hands onto Zhou Qian's face.
Looking at Zhou Qian's angry face, she blinked at him and said, "Don't doubt it, I did it on purpose."
After washing his hands, Xia Qingshu walked around behind Zhou Qian, raised his leg and stepped on his back, squeezing the dirty water off the soles of his shoes, "Pervert, so disgusting."
Long after Xia Qingshu left, Zhou Qian was still kneeling on the ground.
There was water on the ground, and the places where Xia Qingshu stepped on were a little moist.
Zhou Qian put his hands behind his back, touched the place where he had stepped on, and entered.
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