Chapter 84 Huo Qiao, I like you
All the people in the private room went to the second floor.
They could even hear footsteps coming from the floor above their heads.
Huo Qiao was in a trance for a moment, not knowing whether it was footsteps or his heartbeat in his ears.
Pei Yuzhi leaned against the wall, his arms possessively holding Huo Qiao's waist.
His heart was like boiling water bubbling, boiling hot.
Thinking that Huo Qiao was jealous, Pei Yuzhi's palms were sweating.
Huo Qiao's waist and abdomen were cool. It was humid in the autumn in the Magic City, but he was only wearing a white shirt.
In the private room, he had taken off his suit jacket a long time ago.
This was a good thing for Pei Yuzhi. His burning palms seemed to touch a piece of warm jade, and the jade changed from soft to hard.
The fingers moved slightly, and the muscles in the palms trembled. There was
awareness and tension, but no resistance or resistance.
"The guest Zhang Bocheng invited today is very likely Xie Jinchuan. I just want to verify whether my guess is right."
"—It has nothing to do with me, and I won't be jealous."
"I thought about it carefully, and you were unhappy after I took the initiative to talk to Zhang Bocheng."
Huo Qiao raised his eyes from his arms and said coldly:
"I said in the restaurant that what happened last night was just a joke."
Pei Yuzhi sneered: "Play with me? I let you play, no problem, but breaking up is absolutely impossible."
"Pei Yuzhi..."
"Hush!" A finger was placed on Huo Qiao's lips, "Huo Qiao, I'm in a good mood right now."
"Can you stop being so arrogant? Do you think you're in a good mood because you think I'm jealous?"
"It's my responsibility that you're jealous."
"..."
Huo Qiao took a deep breath, his tone neither light nor heavy: "Let me go."
"You can let go, but I will pretend that you didn't mention breaking up. As for playing around, I'll let you do it after we get back."
Huo Qiao ripped off Pei Yuzhi's arm and walked out without saying a word.
Pei Yuzhi repeated his old trick and pulled him into his arms again.
"You..."
It was a similar scene to before.
Only this time Pei Yuzhi didn't just give him a kiss, but drove straight in, entangled his lips and tongue with his.
His body still remembered him, and the throbbing from last night returned, and Huo Qiao's cold and hard body quickly softened.
Pei Yuzhi noticed his change at the first time and couldn't help laughing.
The laughter was muffled on their intertwined lips, and Huo Qiao's face turned red because of his laughter.
And Pei Yuzhi hugged him even tighter, as if he wanted to rub him into his arms.
The atmosphere was scorching, but Pei Yuzhi was not in a hurry. He was unusually gentle and soothing.
Huo Qiao's breathing became more and more palpitating. He found that no matter Pei Yuzhi's domineering possession or tenderness, Huo Qiao had no power to resist.
Their lips finally parted, and Huo Qiao lowered his eyes and saw a transparent silver thread.
His eyelashes trembled more violently, and Pei Yuzhi couldn't help it, so he gently leaned in and kissed them.
Huo Qiao's heart trembled, and the itching went straight into his chest through his eyes.
Boom.
Boom. Boom.
It sounded like dense drumbeats.
This was an intimacy that was more unbearable than kissing.
"Huo Qiao, I like you. Stop talking about breaking up, okay?"
The boy, who was always arrogant, now leaned on Huo Qiao's shoulder, his voice lazy and coquettish.
Huo Qiao's breathing was rapid, and it took him a while to calm down.
But his expression was cold, but his face was still red, especially his lips were slightly open with moisture, and outsiders could tell at a glance what he had just done.
Pei Yuzhi didn't expect to get Huo Qiao's answer.
He knew that Huo Qiao also liked him, otherwise he wouldn't play the bad guy and want to break up with him at this time.
This was enough.
Pei Yuzhi couldn't bear to blame him for his hypocrisy.
...
The two were quiet for a moment, and their breathing gradually calmed down.
Just when Huo Qiao wanted to get out of his arms, Pei Yuzhi spoke.
"Why did Zhang Bocheng suddenly change his room to the second floor?"
"You know him so well, how could you not guess it?"
"...How could I possibly know him? I just guessed that his guest was Xie Jinchuan. Since he knew the relationship between Xie Jinchuan and the Huo family, and he invited you to the second floor openly, wasn't he afraid that you would see them?"
"Zhang Bocheng is a cunning man, and he has a purpose for everything he does. Since he invited me, there is no reason for me not to go."
Huo Qiao pushed Pei Yuzhi away and took a step back.
Pei Yuzhi leaned lazily against the wall, staring at him sorting his clothes.
His eyes quickly fell on Huo Qiao's waist. Pei Yuzhi had already pulled one side of his shirt out of his pants waist.
It was convenient for him to reach in and do bad things.
His eyes gradually darkened, and his voice was low and hoarse: "You seem to have lost weight again. I was hugging you just now, and your waist has become thinner."
Huo Qiao paused for a moment, and he was also dissatisfied in his heart:
[The Huo family's affairs have been busy recently, and he came to make trouble again. I don't have any time to exercise, and my muscles have all fallen. ]
Pei Yuzhi:...
Why do you blame him for everything?
He immediately stood up and explained aggrievedly:
"... Huo Qiao, I don't mean to be dissatisfied with your figure. I just feel sorry for you losing weight. I have seen your muscles..."
Finally tucking the hem of his shirt into his trousers, Huo Qiao took a deep breath: "Shut up."
It was five minutes later that he arrived on the second floor.
There were not many rooms on the second floor, only four.
The decoration in the corridor is very luxurious, and there are many paintings hanging on the walls.
Pei Yuzhi glanced at these paintings indifferently. He didn't know the names of the painters and couldn't guess the value of them.
It was only after Huo Qiao explained a few words to him that he realized that these paintings were all authentic.
Although Zhang Bocheng no longer paints in the plot, he is still in the art circle.
He holds art exhibitions, auctions, and has close relationships with some so-called upper-class people.
This is also the reason why Xie Jinchuan, the illegitimate son, quickly integrated into the upper class circle of the Magic City.
The further you go in, the more obvious the faint voices and laughter become.
Suddenly, the door of a room was pushed open from the inside.
"Huo Qiao? Bring your children here."
It was Zhang Bocheng.
He took off his windbreaker, revealing a half-high collared white sweater and black trousers, which made him look tall and well-proportioned.
The lights from the corridor shone on him, casting a soft light.
Especially at this moment, his face was a little flushed from the alcohol, and his eyes behind the glasses were even gentler. He
was like a handsome and gentle older brother from the neighborhood, greeting them with a sweet smile.
For some reason, Huo Qiao subconsciously moved his gaze to Pei Yuzhi's face.
Who knew that Pei Yuzhi was also looking at him.
And there seemed to be some worry and trouble in Pei Yuzhi's eyes.
Seeing Huo Qiao looking at him, Pei Yuzhi frowned and leaned close to Huo Qiao's ear:
"I really didn't know about what happened today. If I knew..."
Before he could finish, Huo Qiao's pupils moved slightly.
A familiar figure suddenly appeared from behind Zhang Bocheng.
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