Five years ago, Tian Qing gave birth to a little beast at home. It looked like a tiger but not a tiger, and it looked like a leopard but not a leopard. It was not until the child was two years old that he became human and could finally be taken out of the house.
Unexpectedly, her brother-in-law fell ill, so she had to go to Qingzhou to run a nursing home for him.
Unexpectedly, the employer was indeed that young man. When they met again, Tian Qing lowered his head and worked, pretending that he didn't know him.
Apparently the young master didn't recognize him either, so Tian Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't hide away. The man suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost, lowering his head and smelling his neck.
The famous young man who had always been reserved and taciturn suddenly couldn't help but say something.
"Who are you? You smell so good."
When Tian Qing heard this, his strong buttocks couldn't help but tighten, remembering the life and death that happened that night two years ago.
He closed his eyes and said nonsense:
"Does it smell good? I am the dung picker in the village."
"..."
Wenren Ziyan was the first among the young masters of the Qingzhou family. He was the youngest son of Wenren. He was better in appearance than Pan An, and he was self-denial and courteous.
But it is said that the young master is good at everything, but he is not close to women and does not understand amorous feelings.
Unlike the other young masters of the Wen family, who wandered around the flowers and had a romantic nature.
When he refused the concubine sent by his father and brother for an unknown number of times,
She asked her eldest brother half-smilingly: "In order to have a child, are you going to do this to yourself?"
The eldest brother waved his hand; "Our ancestors came here this way, otherwise there would be no place for you and me."
I heard that their bloodline was special and it would be difficult to pass it on, so they had many concubines.
Wenren Ziyan dismissed this.
Until suddenly there was a nursing home that I had never seen before.
He has a strong and strong physique, and is rounded from front to back, making him unable to stop looking at him.
Smelling that familiar fragrance, the restlessness in my body was unbearable.
Young Master doesn't understand
But the young master wants it
Years later, the brothers are still lonely, and only Wenren Ziyan, one by one, has a table of mahjong.
Tian Qing's honey-colored chest and back of neck were covered with sweat and teeth marks. He ruthlessly pushed away the man who came after him again.
"Stay away from me! If you keep doing this, people within ten miles will have to bear your surname..."
Wenren Ziyan chuckled: "Very good."
Tips: Make the background slightly magical
Intention: The superior person bows his head, the ascetic person loses control, the rational person sinks