Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil

In the past, Nings would not go home in the middle of the night, and now he will pack his briefcase on time from one to five.

Looking at it soon, Qin Li also quickly called the two children back. Zhou Yunqi found himself walking, Zhao Jun installed a lot of cameras on the tree by the lake, had to sigh that the other side is a good dog leg.

"How is it today?" Nings sent Qin Li away. After returning to the house, she kissed her son's forehead, and then took the boy's cheek very naturally, and kissed it as if they were born so close.

Zhou Yunqi was initially surprised. He was used to it when he was a long time. He just nodded his lips and nodded. How can we not know how good we are? Dead metamorphosis.

Zhao Xinfang heard the sound of going downstairs and took the Ningsian suit jacket and briefcase. The two snorted and whispered each other, as if they were a loving couple.

In addition to Ning Wangshu, this family is all the Emperor.

After eating dinner and sleeping son, Nings wanted to find Wei Xi’s words and cultivated feelings, but found that the other party had slipped and locked the door.

If it wasn’t for the misguided attitude and the bad attitude, Xixi would never be so afraid of himself. Nings’s irritated squatting hair, remorse in her heart, and even more desperate to devour Zhao Xinfang. But Qian Yu has a use value for him, he has to lead and not send.

The teenager took a picture book from the bookcase and laid it on the bed. He himself crossed his legs and looked at it while taking notes. Ningsian smiled and watched for a moment, seeing time is still early, and turning on the computer to handle official duties.

Unconsciously at 10:30, the phone made a faint drips, reminding the busy Nings Year.

Nings crossed the alarm clock and glanced at the screen. The teenager who has been working for a precise time is really undressing, ready to go to bed after taking a hot bath.

The white shirt slipped from the shoulder of the teenager. He turned and showed the butterfly bone with a beautiful shape. The waistline was flexible and the hips were quite upright... Nings only looked at it and quickly shifted his gaze, and began to feel restless. He stood up, soaked a cup of coffee, walked two laps in the study, and listened to the sound of the water bathing the boy.

He became more and more annoyed, pulling open the top two buttons on the shirt, the most end of the coffee step by step back to the desk, eyes staring at the screen. He has to admit that he is expecting this moment almost every day. What is the difference between this practice and metamorphosis? He denounced himself in his heart, but he could not control himself.

He put down the coffee and smoked a cigarette to try to make the smoke blur his sight. But this move is obviously superfluous, and the steaming steam in the bathroom has already covered the camera in the first step, leaving only a silhouette similar to jade.

Then Nings began to feel unsatisfied and secretly cursed.

The sound of the water finally stopped, and his smoke was exhausted. Because of too much concentration, the burnt cigarette **** was almost hot on the fingertips. He screamed and slammed the cigarette **** into the ashtray.

The bathroom door opened, the teenager came out with wet hair, wearing only a loose white shirt, hanging down to the hips, covering the most secret parts, but showing straight legs. His feet are very delicate and the shape is perfect. When he stepped on the wool carpet, he also slightly hooked his toes, and his movements were very cute.

Because he stayed in the studio for many years, his skin was very white, and even the thin cyan blood vessels could be seen through the thin skin. This made him soft and fragile.

The last time, this is the last time, and all the cameras will be removed tomorrow. Nings habitually appease himself, so he completely gave up the struggle and greedily stared at the coffee cup.

The crisp knock on the door suddenly sounded, Zhao Jun.

He shook his hands and poured half a cup of coffee on his shirt and trousers.

Shit! He immediately stood up and wiped it with a paper towel, only to find himself a piece of hard state. Shit! He stayed, then cursed himself and pulled his hair hard. He knows that going on like this will go astray sooner or later, but he can't do anything about such a pervert.

"Come in." He sat down, his expression stunned and his tone depressed.

In his flustered moment, the teenager on the screen quickly evoked his lips and whispered silently - good night, dead.

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The two-month summer vacation soon passed, and Nings was struggling every day, only to feel at ease. Maybe I should think of a way to stay away from Wei Xi, he told himself that the result was not long before he beat his face.

"What do you do to pack things up?" He saw the teenager squatting down a trolley and going downstairs, his face ready to go, his face changed immediately.

"Staying at school." Zhou Yunqi hides the box behind him, and his posture is somewhat uneasy.

Nings had a cough and coughed, and immediately softened his tone. "How long will you come back?"

"Let's come back after the winter vacation."

winter vacation? That is to say, at least three or four months later. Nings’s brain creaked and screamed, “No, don’t live on campus.” He forgot his determination to alienate Wei Xi.

You are still addicted to it, it’s dead. Zhou Yunxuan secretly sneered, but his face was horrified and grievous, staring at Ningsian with a pair of watery peach eyes.

Half of the body bathed in the twilight of the teenager has been completely numb, and the root of the ear is involuntarily burning red. Nings’s eyebrows are more and more cold and firm. "No, you are too self-care, and you stop painting at the beginning." If you don't come down, you will forget to eat even three meals. You still live at home, I am responsible for picking up the day, otherwise I am not at ease."

Zhou Yunqi sat in the farthest corner from him, staring at the breakfast placed in front of him.

The temper is really stubborn. Nings had no choice but to take him to the son. "Baby, your uncle is going to school, and you will not come back to see you in three or four months. Would you miss him?"

Ning Wangshu finally realized the seriousness of the problem. He immediately jumped off the chair and ran to Zhou Yunyi. Two small short hands were holding his trousers and his eyes were desperate.

Death metamorphosis, even his own son. Zhou Yunqi almost wanted to wipe his face, and finally he could hold back.

"If you don't live at school, you have to go to school to go through the formalities." He spoke slowly.

"Well, I will go to help you to study later." Nings was finally satisfied. He took the opportunity to sit down next to the juvenile and took up his son's joyful kiss. Good son, really cheered for his father.

Zhao Xinfang, wearing apron and pretending to be a porridge in the kitchen, heard the sound and his face was black. After more than two months, Ning Wang Shu began to return to normal, and even Nings’s attitude toward Wei Xi’s changed dramatically. When Wei Xizhen first came, Ningsian regarded him as a transparent person, but now he is usually petted.

What is going on here? Did he forget how Wei Xixi treated Ning Wangshu? Or did he know the truth? No, if he knows how to eat and drink for Wang Ma, he also takes time to go to the hospital to take care of himself? It must be that two old things have to protect Wei Xi, and he has no choice. At the moment, the feelings of the two people are getting better and better. What kind of thing should Weixi say when he talks about the hotel entrance?

No, we must drive away Weixi as soon as possible!

Zhao Xinfang turned his eyes and thought of a wonderful good idea.

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Wei Xiyi was a freshman at the Kyoto Academy of Fine Arts. He did not participate in the college entrance examination, and Ning’s father asked a famous oil painter from the F country to write a letter of introduction, specially recruited.

Ningsian asked the assistant to go through the formalities of going to school, and he went to the dormitory to help Xixi pack things.

"I take it, you sit." He took off his blazer, rolled up his shirt sleeves, folded several huge albums, and prepared to move away.

As a male lord, Ningsian's appearance is naturally outstanding, not as impeccable as Du Fulang, but full of masculine British. He was nearly 190 cm tall, and a pair of long legs dangling in front of Zhou Yunqi, shaking his eyes, and his thin shirt was full of his explosive muscle lines.

This man is a mobile hormone.

Zhou Yunyi was very aware of this and had to look away.

"Is it hot? Your face is red. You are still comfortable at home, and there is air conditioning in your home." The teenager's cheeks are red, and the light is shining. Seeing Nings's dry mouth, by talking hard. I leaned over and pinched his nose.

Zhou Yunxuan nodded with a narrow eye, and the appearance of ‘shame’ attracted Nings’s itch.

Put the album brush in one place and put it in a cardboard box. Nings held the carton in one hand and took the boy in one hand and slowly walked toward the parking lot.

"Xi Xi, are you reporting?"

Nings opened the trunk to put things in the middle of the year, Zhou Yunyi heard the shouts, and the people looked at them, and the scorpion instantly took out the smile of the haze. This person he knows, is Wei Xi’s brother Fu Xuan. Wei Xizhen had a chance to cheer up after leaving Ningjia, but was ruined by this person. He copied Wei Xi's paintings and took them to participate in the international oil painting awards. He finally won the special prize and became famous.

This incident is the last straw to suppress the West.

Zhou Yun blinked and greeted him and greeted him with a respectful respect. Fu Xuan knows that he wants to go to school, and pulls him to sneak a little. It is nothing more than the completion of the work of the awards. If there is any dissatisfaction, he can give him a look. He helps to give some advice.

Zhou Yunyi nodded and did not talk. Fu Xuan saw a man parked on the side of the road, staring at himself while smoking, his eyes mixed with haze, his heart was a little scared, had to find an excuse to leave first.

"Who is he?" After the people got on the bus, Nings asked harshly.

"Brothers." Zhou Yun looked at the watery peach eyes.

Nings’s full-fledged sour water evaporated, but he still sighed. "There are so many words."

Zhou Yunqi was uncomfortable with the smell of a car's smoke. He couldn't help but frown. "The smoke is gone."

Nings immediately annihilated cigarettes and then raised his hands to make a surrender. This skilled and natural response is a glimpse of both.

Zhou Yunzhen decided to look at him for a long while, trying to find a trace of familiarity from his handsome face, which was in vain. On the way back, the two fell into a strange silence.