Seize My Boyfriend - B35 (4)

“No need.” Zhang Junxin hugged the young master and quietly picked up the cup of tea. Slowly turn the tea cup in your hand until the place where the tea leaves are hanging is facing you, then open your mouth to hold the cup wall and slowly swallow the tea.

The cooled tea was still a little astringent in the mouth, but for some reason, Zhang Junxin felt it was sweet, sweeter than ever before.

“Hey, Lao Sepi is secretly drinking from the cup you drank from.” The system is disgusted, Lao Sepi is such an idiot.

Hearing this, Mo Zhiyang just smiled. What’s mine is his, what’s the difference?

“The rain has stopped, should you go back?” Mo Zhiyang urged. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with Lao Sepi, but the more people rush him, the more he wants to stay, isn’t it?

People are just cheap.

“It’s stopped.” After finishing the last sip reluctantly, Zhang Junxin put the tea cup back through coughing. Cover up the sound of clinking porcelain.

Mo Zhiyang’s ears twitched, but he was still keenly aware of it, “What’s the sound?”

“I accidentally hit the porcelain just now. It was abrupt.” Zhang Junxin lied to cover it up.

“It doesn’t matter.” Mo Zhiyang shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand and slowly explored the table, looking for something.

Zhang Junxin: “What do you want?”

“A pen, a brush.” ​​Mo Zhiyang knew that he had a lot of pens on his desk. When he first touched the pen holder, a pen was stuffed into his hand. He touched it and found that it was the one he needed. One.

“Thank you.”

“I think your paintings are very good. Can you draw one for me? It’s rude to ask for a painting rashly, but I love this painting very much.” Zhang Junxin described Mr. Mo’s hand carefully across the void.

Zhang Junxin’s big palms are rough, and his hands for wielding swords and guns are thick and calloused, not as delicate as those of scholars. The void slowly moved upwards along the blind young master’s hand.

Fingers as thin and white as onions, long and slender sleeves. Whether you’re holding a pen or something you’re holding, it looks good. The slender and protruding ulna of the wrist is like mutton-fat jade.

What kind of leather is this, so alluring.

Zhang Junxin held back his desire to take a bite and said with a smile, “It’s really white.” ”

Huh?” Mo Zhiyang was stunned for a moment, then thought of something again, “Well, the rice paper is white.” ”

Yes.”

In response, Zhang Junxin raised his eyebrows. He took back his hand and said with a smile, “It’s very white, so it’s best to paint on it. How about painting camellias? It has to be pink.” ”

Young Master loves camellias?” Mo Zhiyang couldn’t help but curl his lips. Lao Sepi’s hobby has really never changed, pink camellias.

Zhang Junxin: “Love is not your favorite.”

At this time, Xinqi held a sword in his right hand and a homing pigeon in his left hand.

It was originally harmonious with the piano and the harp, but the sound of the suona ruined the beautiful scenery.

Looking at Xin Qi, Zhang Junxin knew what was going on. They came here because they had something to do, and reluctantly glanced at the young master who was blindly studying ink.

“I’m sorry to trouble you, sir. I’ll pick up the painting in two days.” After saying this, Zhang Junxin placed a kiss on the prince’s eyebrows from the air and turned to leave.

After waiting for the people to leave, Mo Zhiyang threw away the things in his hands and slumped down on the chair, “Damn, I’m so tired of pretending.” He wanted to pretend to be glamorous in front of Lao Sepi.

If it weren’t for Bai Yueguang’s role, he wouldn’t have maintained his character like this.

“But host, now it seems that your role in Bai Yueguang is very perfect. Old Sepi is completely fooled, he will come.” The system scratched its head.

“Yes.” Just from the way the crazy man peeked at her, Xiao Bailian was sure that the old pervert would come again.

When Songxiang Hangchi Hangchi ran over after washing her clothes, she found that the noble man was gone, and felt a little sad. He left without even seeing her for the last time.

“Song Xiang, what’s wrong with you?” Mo Zhiyang could feel this pity even if he couldn’t see it.

It was indeed a general attack. Everyone who saw it wanted to lie down and be fucked.

Song Xiang scratched his head and felt strange, “I’m going to cook for the young master.” What else could he do now that everyone was gone.

“You said that when Lao Sepi was the general attacker, everyone loved him and wanted to lie down and be raped immediately. When I was the general attacker, they didn’t even want my body, they just wanted my martial arts secrets.” Speaking of this, Mo

Mo Zhiyang sighed and propped his chin on his hand, tapping the ground with a bamboo stick out of boredom. The bamboos collided with each other, making a muffled sound.

“In the future, there will be many, many people who want to lie down and be criticized by old men, so host, you have to survive until the end of your life. As long as you, host, don’t die, they are not even substitutes.” The system encouraged

.

“Lao Sepi won’t find a substitute.” Mo Zhiyang lay lazily on the desk, thinking about how to draw camellias for Lao Sepi when he couldn’t see.

“The plot will be different, the planes will be different, and the worldview will be different with different concepts. Even if Lao Sepi doesn’t know it, people who look more and more like you will appear, challenging Lao Sepi’s bottom line again and again, and make him sink in the end.” The system

said You will cry loudly at this point, “So the host should live well, don’t go. If you go, there will be a substitute to snatch your man, sleep in your bed, and inherit your inheritance!” “Fuck, the last one can’t bear it!

” “Speaking of inheritance, Mo Zhiyang was full of energy, “No one can take away my inheritance, but Lao Sepi will not find a substitute. ”

But I won’t find a substitute, and the task must be completed.

” By grabbing Lao Sepi’s heart, you can avoid most of the damage. “Mo Zhiyang thought in his mind, how to make Lao Sepi couldn’t stop.

In the next two days, Mo Zhiyang worked hard to draw the camellia in his impression, but the pink one might not work. Because he couldn’t find the right pink color. He couldn’t see it

. Color, so the original owner prepared very few paints. Even with the help of the system, Mo Zhiyang couldn’t make the pink color that the old color batch liked, so forget it. Let’s paint it for him when I have time. It’s slightly cold tonight,

Mo

Zhiyang Zhiyang was lying on the bed with the thin quilt covering his waist. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, and the white silk around his eyes was untied.

A gust of wind blew in from the half-closed window, which opened wide.

With Zhang Junxin’s skills, he could quietly Sneak in silently without alerting anyone.

“Host, Lao Sepi is here to see you. As expected, he’s still the one who refuses to leave, that old bastard. “The system sighed, the old color batch has never changed.

“Yeah. “Mo Zhiyang was woken up, but continued to pretend to be asleep, pretending that nothing happened.

“I thought I wouldn’t be able to see you until tomorrow, and I was a little anxious, so I came over tonight. “Looking at the man sleeping soundly, Zhang Junxin held Yangyang’s hand without any scruples.

The hand was cold and tender. Only the place where he had held the pen all year round had a thin callus, and the rest was as tender as anything.

“I have been blind since childhood. “Zhang Junxin looked at the eyes that had untied the white silk. In fact, Yangyang’s eyes were normal, but he just couldn’t see. He didn’t know why.

When they arrived at the mansion, someone had already unfolded Yang Yang’s life in front of them. He has been blind since he was a child, but his family treats him well, but in the end he still dislikes him.

Therefore, he lives in Hua Lu all year round and rarely goes back during holidays. Sometimes I made some money by selling my paintings, and lived with that book boy for many years.

Not worth anything.

After all, the Mo family has three able-bodied sons. There is absolutely no need for this eldest son to do anything. Although it is a pity, a healthy son is more important.

There is nothing wrong with this.

“Mo Zhiyang, Yangyang.” Chewing this name in his mouth, Zhang Junxin felt happy every time he recited this name, as if the sun was warming his body.

This time, Zhang Junxin finally had the opportunity to play with his hands while the person was asleep.

“It’s so tender.” Zhang Junxin sighed with his fingers clasped together. The ones who fit together seemed to be prepared for each other, “Yangyang is so tender, are you waiting for me?”

Mo Zhiyang rolled his eyes silently in his heart: What does it mean to be so tender, is he waiting for you? Young or not, I’m waiting for you, okay, you old pervert.

Zhang Junxin took advantage of the man’s sleep to act out his bestial desires. If you weren’t afraid of disturbing others, you would really want to kiss and hold her up high, so you wouldn’t just kiss the corners of your mouth and the center of your eyebrows.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Junxin couldn’t stay any longer, so he reluctantly left.

“I’ll come back to you tomorrow.” He kissed Yang Yang’s forehead, looked at her greedily for a few more times, and then left from the window. But the window was thoughtfully left ajar when leaving.

“Lao Sepi is really a pervert, don’t you think so, host?” After the system complained, it didn’t hear a reply and then realized that the host had fallen asleep at some point.

“Good night.”

Mo Zhiyang woke up the next day and felt that his palms were sticky and uncomfortable. He didn’t know how long Lao Sepi had been licking his hands, and his face also felt uncomfortable.

“Did the old woman lick me when I was asleep yesterday?” Mo Zhiyang got up and dressed himself, then fumbled out of bed to get a bamboo stick.

System: “I licked it. I licked my hands, face, and mouth. If you were not the host and you were asleep and couldn’t kiss me, you might kiss me with your tongue.” “Songxiang, bring some water.” Either Mo Zhiyang disliked it, or he felt that he was being salivated by

. The area where I touched it felt sticky and uncomfortable, and I didn’t know what to say.

“Here we come.” Song Xiang came in with water and was surprised to see the eldest young master’s expression of impatience, “Master, what’s wrong with you?” The eldest young master would not have such an expression in the past.

The eldest young master has always been peaceful and gentle.

“It’s nothing.” Mo Zhiyang took the wet square towel and wiped his face clean before shaking his head and saying, “I just didn’t sleep well last night. I don’t know why.” Song Xiang: “I see.”

Mo

Zhiyang finished washing. After that, I sat down to have breakfast, a bowl of clear porridge and two plates of side dishes. I lowered my head and worked hard to eat breakfast. Song Xiang was waiting aside, handing over handkerchiefs from time to time.

While eating, someone broke into the remote painting house.

“Who?” Mo Zhiyang put down the porcelain white spoon and turned his head to the door, wanting to hear what was going on.

“Who is it?” Song Xiang went out to look first, and saw that the noble man who had left before came back. He got off the horse and said, “Hey, noble man!” As soon as he saw this man, Song Xiang ran down quickly without caring about anything. steps.

“My lord!”

Mo Zhiyang shook his head silently: “Lao Sepi, this peacock, seduced the soul of my book boy in just one day, it’s true.”

Zhang Junxin took care of the matter at hand and rode over to find Yangyang early in the morning. He turned over and dismounted coolly, threw the reins to Shinji beside him and walked quickly into the yard.

“Noble man!” Song Xiang was happy and ashamed when she saw the noble man coming back. They didn’t dare to look directly at this noble man, they lowered their heads and looked at their toes, fidgeting with the square scarf in their hands.

The tips of her ears were pink, and she was afraid that if she raised her head, the noble would see her shyness, which made her feel happy and ashamed.