Wei Qian actually didn't know how to kiss, it was a technical job, he hadn't done it before.
Gentle, he just know to send children to sleep like, gently stick a little, raging ...... this he imagined not quite out.
Well, in fact, Wei Qian in the lunch break time flipped through a small yellow book on Lin Qing's desk, but unfortunately after reading it, he is still confused, did not get any guidance from it, because according to the book on the "kiss" of the metaphysical description of his barren imagination did not build up any human action, to say that the associations ......
Wei Qian at the time after watching, the brain emerged in the 1980s and 1990s martial arts films of the special shots ...... is the "Hoha" a moment, and then the protagonist behind a series of two kicks flashing colorful aurora explosion of the kind.
So all he could do was ravage Wei Zhiyuan's lips as if he was venting his anger.
Autumn northern climate is dry, people's lips are easy to skin, Wei Zhiyuan negligence of maintenance, so a gentle tug on the break, Wei Qian soon tasted a little bit of blood keenly, he then faintly from the ups and downs of the mind back to God, embarrassment, found that he is like a pervert, it is really too svelte to lose ground.
Only then did he try to pull back a bit, but he was suddenly viciously clasped by Wei Zhiyuan on the back of his head and greedily counterattacked back.
Unlike the first time - after that annual meeting, he instinctively punched Wei Zhiyuan with his hand, and after that, he only remembered being shocked and angry, not much else.
This time, Wei Qian hesitated for a moment before Wei Zhiyuan probed into his mouth in a swift motion, sweeping every corner he could reach.
Tingling a bit from the stimulation, Wei Qian forgot to breathe for a moment.
Wei Zhiyuan a hand at some point wrapped in Wei Qian waist, Wei Qian was pulled by him waist can not help but slightly bent back down, the adult waist is mostly not so soft, a little longer will feel very strenuous, Wei Qian feel that he is simply like a bow that was Wei Zhiyuan pressure bent.
His tensed muscles had begun to ache, and he couldn't help but reach out and brace himself against the wall while Wei Zhiyuan was still unrelenting.
At some point, Wei Zhiyuan's hand rolled up the hem of the top of his pajama top, Wei Zhiyuan's palm was on fire as if it was hot, not like a caress, his hand was so heavy that it almost seemed like it was trying to jerk off a layer of his flesh, and quickly balked at the small of Wei Qian's back, and continued on.
Wei Qian felt a heavy pinch on his waist socket, which hurt him, followed by a wave of soreness running up his spine, and his waist went limp, instinctively struggling a bit as a vague, protesting murmur escaped his throat.
And then, Wei Qian felt something in his crotch/lower pressed against him.
He stiffened involuntarily.
Just then, Wei Zhiyuan finally ended the kiss, he slowly and tremblingly suppressed his sharp gasps for a long time before he sighed lowly, seemingly using great perseverance to force himself to let go, slowly releasing Wei Qian.
Wei Qian stood with his center of gravity off, leaning back a bit and taking two steps back before he could stand still.
There were no lights on in the room, and Wei Zhiyuan leaned against the door, his eyes like a wolf's, even in the darkness, flickering with a light that made it hard to ignore, almost hungry, and his chest rose and fell violently.
Wei Qian's heart skipped a beat, and then he spat at himself, "What kind of business am I running here."
"Qian'er," Wei Zhiyuan opened his mouth to call him, but changed his name, his voice was low and hoarse as if the metal had scratched the coarse sandpaper, "I fucking Xiao want you for almost ten years, can you not test me so much? I ...... I really can't hold it."
Wei Qian was speechless.
"You ...... you, forget it, wait for me to slow down." Wei Zhiyuan's breathing was ragged, he seemed to be a bit of a gamble, and walked straight to Wei Qian's bed - the chair was piled with things, there was no place to sit.
Wei Qian's quilt was spread on one side, there was still a bit of ambiguous residual warmth inside, Wei Zhiyuan didn't think that his desire/want could actually be ignited by him so easily, it was a bit hard to get a hold of him, he simply dropped both his legs to the floor, his upper body slumped over, like a prone lion, closed his eyes, and briefly crouched down on Wei Qian's pillows.
Wei Zhiyuan had meant to be quiet for a while, to calm his lust/lust, but he soon realized that it couldn't have been a more rancid idea.
Given someone's behavior of lying down to sleep without even drying his hair, the pillowcase left a very obvious smell of shampoo, and the darkness amplified Wei Zhiyuan's keen sense of smell; in addition to the shampoo, he also smelled the faint scent of bath soap mixed in, as well as a certain unique scent that belonged to Wei Qian.
The odor was extremely provocative and surrounded him from all sides, yet not only that, but also the slightly concave bed, the quilt with Wei Qian's body heat behind him, Wei Zhiyuan's nose was a little itchy at that time, while he unintentionally rubbed on the pillow, the side of his face was actually stained with a piece of Wei Qian's hair ......
"Fuck!" Wei Zhiyuan completely cranky, he was originally born not acute people, not to mention these years to sink his mind to cultivate his body, can hardly recall the last time he was so cranky is the monkey years and months.
Like a fraud, he sat up with a jerk and said in a low voice, "My veins are about to split."
Wei Qian seemed to be a bit out of his element, up to this point, his brain, which he thought was calm, was blank, as he stood two steps away and asked with donkey lips, "What did you just call me?"
Through the thin moonlight, Wei Zhiyuan saw his complex and misplaced expression, the buttons on his chest were rubbed open several times by himself, Wei Qian didn't seem to notice, revealing a narrow strip on his chest.
"Just torture me." Wei Zhiyuan stood up, struggling to control his behavior in the midst of the burning lust/fire, but didn't control his mouth as he said, "Wei Qian, I really hate you."
When he staggered past, Wei Qian suddenly grabbed Wei Zhiyuan's wrist.
His nearly blank expression was shattered by Wei Zhiyuan's earlier words of venting his anger, and for a moment he seemed to regain his composure, his tone sounding even calmer.
Wei Qian said, "Get on the bed, I'll help you."
Wei Zhiyuan's strong heart once again jammed, he only remembers that he was Wei Qian gently pushed a hand, immediately as weightless as "floating" back to the bed, the revolutionary spirit of the early don't know where to die, Wei Qian's cold hand just reached into his pants, not yet touched which, he has been the first whole person shivered, screamed out.
With his behavior, Wei Qian relaxed, and even casually insulted him: "What are you screaming for? The lines were read out early--I say you don't startle, okay? What's wrong with the cat?"
Wei Zhiyuan's sanity had long since shattered into crumbs, and despite Wei Qian's scribbling and rough maneuvering, in the hands of someone who thought about it day and night, the minutiae of technical issues counted for nothing.
Wei Zhiyuan called him randomly, one time it was "brother" and the other time it was his name, delirious.
Definitely not much comfortable, Wei Qian is very clear about this, he dispatched himself has been very wooden, feeling not as good as the massage store blind big brother to press the cervical vertebrae when it comes to cool, purely to solve the need ...... But a person really will be delirious for the sake of another person?
Wei Qian was used to people relying on and obeying him, and had always done his best to become more reliable; it was almost the most intimate emotional interaction for him.
But Wei Zhiyuan was different, he came too close.
Wei Qian couldn't help but feel incredulous - was he that good? Where did all of Xiao Yuan's obsession come from?
He has never been given even the most taken for granted and unwarranted parental love in his life, and has never established a minimum level of trust in the world, let alone the vaunted ......
Love.
Yet he saw his own reflection in Wei Zhiyuan's glittering eyes, and for the first time felt that extremely intimate connection, as if it had been secretly planted in his heart without him even knowing it.
Wei Qian s heart suddenly softened, like someone gently tickled with a feather, along with his movements could not help but put a more gentle ...... though gentle and still very incompetent.
Until Wei Qian wiped his hands clean, Wei Zhiyuan was still lying on his bed and refusing to get up.
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother."
Wei Qian threw the paper towel into the paper basket, "What is it?"
Wei Zhiyuan called again, "Qian'er ......"
Wei Qian closed the window that had been open for most of the night: "Huh?"
Wei Zhiyuan is fine, just want to call him.
The youth closed his eyes between the soft beds and murmured and called out again, "Ken-chan."
This time Wei Qian finally got impatient, "What are you doing? Are you done?"
Wei Zhiyuan laughed to himself and said lowly, "It's worth dying for."
The words were sincere to the point that anyone could hear them, Wei Qian's chest choked hard, but he had no way to express it, he just walked over and slapped Wei Zhiyuan on the leg, "Get up, the bedsheets are letting you roll into salted vegetable skin."
Wei Zhiyuan obediently climbed up and stood to the side, watching as he pulled the sheets, which were nestled in a mess, and yanked back the quilt, which had already been balled up into a roll and curled up in the corner.
"Brother, I can ......" Wei Zhiyuan paused, "Well, forget it, it's nothing, I'd better go back to my house."
Wei Qian's back was turned to him and his expression could not be seen, but after a second, Wei Qian spoke faintly, "There's a spare pillow in the cupboard, go get it."
Wei Zhiyuan jerked his head up, "Xiao Bao is still at home, you ......"
Wei Qian interrupted him, "It's fine."
He did not realize that he had already told Xiaobao, and he was not so uncouth that he immediately adapted to this kind of weird relationship and immediately accepted the fact that his brother had climbed into his bed wholeheartedly Wei Zhiyuan could see ...... that he just, did not want to make himself feel embarrassed.
Maybe the party's going off the rails, he also felt that it was all his own fault, so he was going to sulk and take it on alone.
Wei Zhiyuan gently put the pillow down and burrowed into the quilt, tentatively reaching out and hugging Wei Qian, who had already laid down and closed his eyes, seemingly falling asleep at the speed of light.
Wei Qian did not move, did not open his eyes, he did not want to show shyness or other emotions in front of that little brat, so he had to nervously put on the "it's no big deal" frame, pretending to be calm.
However, ten minutes later, Wei Qian finally couldn't hold back and peeled away Wei Zhiyuan's hand, "Can you stop staring at me like a searchlight?"
Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly narrowed his eyes to stare from the goodness of his heart.
Oh, come on, it's a microscope now.
He dragged Wei Qian back under the covers and said softly, "You go to sleep first, I'm still working on today's homework."
Wei Qian: "What homework?"
"Reflection." Wei Zhiyuan closed his eyes and said to Wei Qian in a whispering voice, "Starting in the morning. When I received the photos, I was happy for a moment, and even uncontrollably sneaked a few glances at those photos."
Wei Qian: "Why didn't I see it?"
"I didn't even feel it myself." Wei Zhiyuan said, "It was just a fleeting thought, that's why I had to recall it little by little afterward. I remember the pattern of the tea coasters on your desk - I've been in your office for a long time, and I've never noticed what kind of coasters you use, and the only thing I noticed today was that because the one against the wall was sitting next to the cups at the time, and I must have glanced at it a few more times to be impressed."
Wei Qian was shocked, he never knew that there were people who studied themselves like Sherlock Holmes autopsy.
Who taught him that?
It could never be the old bear. If the old bear had such a high level of enlightenment, he would have become a real immortal long ago, why would he need to pretend to be a fake immortal every day?
"I analyze this theft of joy for two reasons," Wei Zhiyuan went on to say, "One is that my heart for you has not seen the light for a long time, and of course I hope that it will one day be bright, but that might hurt you and many others, so this time it came out through someone else's hands ...... Don't care if it's true or not, I have the illusion that I got what I wanted in an 'innocent' situation."
He paused and continued, "Of course, there is also a little deeper reason, that is, I still want to torture you ...... just now accidentally baldly told the truth. Although I decided in my heart to cultivate for you, I still can't help but hate you for not responding to me, I can't be completely honest yet. If it's because of me that
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You're in pain, and I'll have the illusion that I have weight in your heart ...... so I can pretend that I'm important to you, sort of ...... brushing up on my presence."
"No, you wait." Wei Qian propped up his upper body, "You're just so ...... so ...... bloody full of it every day before you go to sleep?"
Wei Zhiyuan opened his eyes and said frankly: "Yes, there is more. I just said that it's worth dying, I really thought so at that time, but now when I look back, I'm starting to be dissatisfied again, and when I hugged you, I had another thought, thinking that just now if I could have done a full set it would have been good - greed is not enough ...... alas, a little desire/hope gets satisfied, and soon there is a new dissatisfaction."
Wei Qian: "......"
He didn't know exactly how Wei Zhiyuan had blurted out these words so loudly in front of himself, the deluded man of the time.
Wei Zhiyuan smiled at him, "I swear, it's really just a thought, it hasn't gotten to the point where it's magnified yet - you cover it up, don't freeze."
Before going to sleep that day, Wei Zhiyuan said in Wei Qian's ear: "It's not bloody, hearts and minds are separated, but why should you be separated from yourself? A lot of things are just self-deceiving, hiding it is not good for yourself, hide it more, people are easy to be weak, the more honest you are with yourself, the more you can get indestructible strength."
The next day, Wei Qian had a little cold as soon as he woke up, probably because he blew it in the first half of the night, or maybe it was because in the second half of the night he had been worried that the single quilt was too small and always pushed the quilt towards Wei Zhiyuan, and as a result, he caught a cold.
But this is the minutiae, the most soldierly thing in the morning is Song Xiaobo woke up early and wore headphones to press her legs, just finished a round of pressing ready to relax to do the second round, she saw her little brother come out from the big brother's house, and also intimately rushed to the house and asked, "Brother, what do you want to eat in the morning?"
Until Wei Qian left the house, Xiao Bao's mouth that could fit into a duck egg didn't close.
Wei Qian looked at her, did not explain anything, as far as possible to behave naturally to clean up and wash, as usual as if nothing happened, called her over to eat ...... except that he did not meet her eyes in the morning.
And then he used the excuse of going to work and fell away ...... a full twenty minutes earlier than usual.
There is still no one in the conference room, Wei Zhiyuan poured a cup of tea, opened the computer, said to Wei Qian: "I forgot to tell you last night, we used a little bit of illegal technical means, hacked into the computers of a few people around Wang Dongliang, pieced together a little bit of information, they have a book of yin and yang accounts, but unfortunately it is hand-recorded, and only a few pages of the scanned version leaked out, the information is not complete, but it involves several account transactions, we are already tracking them all, let me show you."
Wei Qian was silent for a moment, "I don't want you to get involved in this kind of thing."
"What do you expect me to do?" Wei Zhiyuan propped his hands on the conference table and asked him with a smile on his face, "Write my program silently like a third-grade student and earn a few pocket money to come back and ask you for a reward?"
He picked up a signing pen, twirled it between his fingers a few times, and sighed, "How insecure you are, only willing to get attached to what you keep."
Wei Qian said expressionlessly, "Breed who? You? I'm sick of raising a bastard like you to find anger all day long, why are you getting more and more shameless as you get older?"
Wei Zhiyuan seemed to love listening to him counting himself, not refuting a single word, playfully turning the laptop screen in front of him, immediately blocking Wei Qian's mouth.
Half an hour later, the management team arrived.
"The local government has just changed, and the first hand is an out-of-town parachuted in." Three fat said, "This is why this juncture in the accident, Wang Dongliang anxious to re-establish relations. Municipal gangs now have a very ambiguous attitude, one to the new leader just arrived, did not have time to feel clearly how deep the water of this local snake, two to this big leader is also almost retired, ready to close a tail without merit, do not want to make a mess in their own term of office late in the day."
"It's not up to him or Wang Dongliang whether or not to make trouble." Wei Qian said.
Ma Chunming flipped through some of the things that were secretly circulated internally and raised his hand in a proper manner, ready to make a tall statement, "We can report this person to the judiciary ......"
All eyes were focused on him.
"Shut up." Wei Qian ended his statement briefly with two words.
Ma Chunming, a straight man who has never been shy about calling a spade a spade with the big boss when it comes to positions he considers important, immediately jumped to his feet, "I oppose the use of improper means!"
"No one said anything about using improper means." The third fat man pressed him back into his seat, "Doctor, if you don't understand, just listen for a moment, and justifiable means aren't the only ones with your kind of straight eyebrows."
"He just has more handles, this matter, also have to let the local government do it." Wei Qian lit a cigarette, "What has become of us stepping in? That's dog-eat-dog."
Ma Chunming: "But didn't Mr. Tan just say ......"
"Alright, I'll make a trip over there in a couple days to make a pre-war battle." Three Fatty crossed over to him and took over Wei Qian's words.
Ma Chunming looked at him inexplicably.
Three fat usually do not care about business, Ma Chunming usually do not care about public relations, the two together is basically a chicken and duck.
Sanfat sighed and had to be patient, explaining to the doctor who was in some ways as elm-brained as he was.
"I can through the previous several friends invited to the local public security a few people, discipline inspection that also contacted the head, and then a few accompanied," three fat fingers counting, "even with the municipal a few people, to make a table seat."
He paused and added in a low voice, "When the time comes, we'll have to ask the investment department to get the project proposal ready as soon as possible."
The manager of the investment department smiled, "I've known Xiao Yuan since we first met, and with his help, it's sure to be fast."
Even though everyone spoke incoherently, Ma Chunming was smart enough to react after staying for a moment, and he muttered, "This is ...... too ......"
"Keep internal information confidential, adjourn the meeting." Wei Qian didn't explain and patted Ma Chunming's shoulder.
"It's too sinister." Ma Chunming said.
"You've seen a few bad people and you dare to shyly say that the world is a dangerous place?" Wei Qian looked at him and smiled, "I even still feel quite peaceful."