The breakfast made by Zongque is relatively light, with stir-fried vegetables, fried eggs and freshly ground soy milk, which is most refreshing and appetizing when eaten early in the morning.

There were not many things to clean up after the meal, and machines did everything for them. The eldest young master had never touched these things. He tried to intervene but twisted the bread machine twice, picked up a paring knife and was eager to try on the potatoes, and was kicked out of the kitchen.

In line with the principle of not arguing with his wife, Ling Shuo poked at the kitchen door twice, turned around and sat down on the sofa with the morning sun shining down.

He was sleepy to begin with, and even more sleepy after eating. As soon as he touched this comfortable place, not even a mobile phone could suppress the sleepiness.

But the top student said that you can’t sleep until at least half an hour later.

Ling Shuo looked around, then reluctantly stood up from the sofa. He first found the bathroom and washed his face to wake himself up, and then looked around the whole room.

Unlike his room, which was filled with messy posters and stuffed with all kinds of things, even though there were a lot of things in Xueba's room, everything was neatly arranged.

Even though the whole house looks warm-toned, it looks neat and tidy at first glance, the kind that can cure obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Ling Shuo stood in front of the bookshelf and looked up and down. Various professional books were put together in categories. Some of them still had bookmarks in them. They all looked brand new, but when you opened one book, there were traces of annotations inside. Representatives

Most of the top students have seen it, unlike the ones at his home where most of them are just decorations.

The book was put back as it was, because Brother Shuo couldn't understand it even if he knew the words inside.

A quick glance at it revealed that those textbooks were related to his life.

Brother Shuo's biggest advantage is that he doesn't embarrass himself, except for things like breaking up. But just when he closed the cabinet door and planned to look elsewhere, he saw a book that was incompatible with this place.

"The General's Bridegroom"

He remembered that this book seemed to have been taken from him, and he was asked to take a look at it after reading it. However, he did not remember it, and the top student never mentioned it again.

Ling Shuo glanced at the kitchen and pulled it out from the bookcase. According to the meaning of the book's title, it was probably the story of a female general getting married, nothing unusual.

But Ling Shuo flipped through two pages and firstly confirmed that this was a male general, and secondly... No secondly, the groom sounded like a man.

It is this kind of book that poisons a top student and turns him into a crooked person!

Zongque came out of the kitchen, looked at the man standing in front of the bookcase and read a book seriously with his head down, and walked over and asked, "What are you reading?"

The voice of questioning suddenly came, Ling Shuo subconsciously closed the book and hid it behind his back and said: "It's nothing!"

Zongque glanced at the empty space on the bookshelf, looked at the alert man in front of him and said, "You can read it, but don't be affected by the stories above."

"Huh?" Ling Shuo reacted and realized that the two of them were now partners. He took out the book from behind and asked, "Why? Is there anything special about this?"

"One died on the battlefield, and the other was imprisoned in a pig cage." Zongque said.

Ling Shuo: "..."

Lied, it sounds miserable.

"Forget it, I still don't read it." Ling Shuo stuffed the book back to the bookshelf, "What book Wang Xin is looking for, willn't you be bent by this influence, right?"

"No." Zong Yan held his hand from behind and pulled the book out of the book.

"I also have a copy of it." Ling Shuo moved his fingers, watching the other party's movement of closing the door of the cabinet, and felt itchy.

"It's best not to let parents see it." Zong Yan reminded.

"I know." Ling Shuo thought about the book that was stuffed on the shelf. He planned to go back and sent it back to Wang Xin's hands, let him take a good look.

If it weren't for Wang Xin, he couldn't care about it. Prostitution, no, so, Wang Xin was old.

At that time, it was a little bit of guilty, but now it is different.

In the underworld, he may have liked the people in front of him since then.

Zong Yan put the book into the bag and watched some thoughtful humanity standing there: "Go to sleep for a while."

"Half an hour?" Ling Shuo touched his phone to see the time.

"Well." Zong Yan responded to the bedroom.

Ling Shuo followed the door. The bedroom here was not spacious than him, but the balcony was wide. The gray bed looked soft and neat. The placed desk was also neat, and it looked very comfortable.

Xueba is consistent from the inside out.

Zong Yan took out the two beds, and one bed was rolled out, and the other bed was cushted on the pillow.

"Why should you be so high?" Ling Shuo asked.

"It is not easy to let the food reflux." Zong Yan let the position open.

Ling Shuo said, sitting in the quilt, and looking at the person walking towards the balcony asked, "Where are you going?"

"Just in the living room." Zong Yan laid the curtains, and the room almost fell into darkness.

"I can't sleep a little bit in the room." Ling Shuo was lying there a little sleepy, but the dark environment seemed to return to the time when I was inspiring last night.

Zong Ye paused, pulled the full -shoal curtains, and the remaining layer made the light and shadow come in. The room was a little dizzy, but he could clearly see the figure standing in front of the window.

Ling Shuo's eyes moved lightly, and the heart beating gently. Brother Shuo did not need to be accompanied by people before, but now there is an object, which is different from before: "His, what seems to have something in the quilt?"

His legs gently kicked, setting off the quilt and looking in.

Zong Yan let go of the curtains and walked to the bedside: "Where is uncomfortable?"

There will be nothing in his quilt, but if there is something on his pants, he will be uncomfortable.

But as soon as he arrived at the bed, he was hugged by the arms that suddenly released the horns. When the eyes were full of bad eyes, his movement stopped, let the young man hold it, and a turn over.

Press on the bed.

"Well, I caught it." Ling Shuo laughed on him.

"Don't be trapped?" Zong Yan asked his waist lightly.

"Sleepy, I don't want to sleep alone." Ling Shuo wrinkled his face.

A person is the most boring to sleep in the room. He is a person who has the object.

"I accompany you." Zong Yan held him up.

Ling Shuo was brought up by him, and he stunned: "Really?"

"Um." Zong Xiesong opened him and stood up, "Lie in it."

Ling Shuo moved in it, watching the person sitting next to the same. The bed was pounding.

That's what he thought, and he never thought about actually sleeping together, but now looking at the person leaning on the quilt, and meeting the gaze looking over, Brother Shuo felt that his heartbeat was at least 800 beats.

It would be a ghost if I could fall asleep at this time.

Zongque looked at the young man who was stunned on the spot, blushing and heartbeating, and took his arm and let him lie aside.

The two people only occupied half of the two-meter-long bed. Ling Shuo was lying there. When he noticed the breathing and body temperature so close to him, his heart seemed to jump out of his throat, and his whole body felt a little warm.

However, the force on his waist was still clasping lightly, making him bury it gently on the side of his neck. The very pleasant breath seemed to be transmitted into the nasal cavity through the warmth of body temperature, making people's hearts flutter.

Although we had hugged and kissed each other, I never expected that sleeping together would be such an unsettling thing.

"Go to sleep." Zongque hugged the person and said with lowered eyes.

I couldn't sleep! Brother Shuo screamed and roared in his heart, but he put his arms around the other person's waist, immersed in such a warm and refreshing breath, and felt that it was not unreasonable to die under peonies and be a ghost and be romantic.

Although the words are rough, it is the truth. Having a partner is really better than Brother Shuo imagined, and it seems that my heart is melting here.

The hand on her waist patted her gently, Ling Shuo moved slightly and said, "Are you coaxing the child?"

"Close your eyes." Zongque said.

Brother Shuo is in a good mood now and doesn't care about his wife. He gently closed his eyes and felt the gentle patting on his back. His whole consciousness fell into a very drowsy and comfortable state, and his body gradually relaxed.

I just hope that this embrace will always be there and this hand will never stop.

The young man's breath gradually deepened, and the strength on his waist slowly relaxed, until the person in his arms was completely exhausted. Zongque stopped moving, lowered his eyes to look at the sleeping person in his arms, and hugged him deeper.

In my arms.

The other person doesn't like to be alone, and he doesn't like it either. But even if you are in love, you have to be sensible.

Time passed by, Zongque was not sleepy, he just listened to the breathing and heartbeat of the person in his arms, thinking about his own affairs, lying around doing nothing during the day, it was actually a bit wasteful for him in the past, but

Not now.

You have a lot of time to work, and every minute and every second you spend with the people you like is the most cherished.

…

The light and shadow outside the window gradually became brighter. Zongque glanced at the time, gently moved his arm and stood up. After laying the person down on his back, he closed all the curtains.

The whole room became dark, but there was no movement from the people on the bed. When Zongque closed the door, he picked up his cell phone and sent a message: I will help you customize two lunches.

Cooking can only be a pleasant hobby in your spare time, and it does not have to be a necessity that takes up a lot of time.

Chen Zhu:Okay.

After receiving the news, Zongque did not return to his room. Instead, he glanced at the time and entered the study on the other side.

The bed is completely cleared here, and there are more books than outside. The laptop is open, and the data on it fluctuates, constantly changing as the fingers tap on the keyboard.

Same-sex love is destined to not be smooth in this era, and the constraints of the environment will fade away little by little with the progress of the times. But if you want to break away from two families, you can't just rely on passion and desire.

To make decisions about your own life, you must have the confidence to speak so that you are not controlled by anyone.

Nympho
To be continued...