After The Rebirth Of The Wealthy Young Master Who Was Replaced - Chapter 7

   How could there be so many coincidences in the world, the so-called coincidences sometimes encountered after someone had exhausted their scheming. 

    How could Zhan Wuyou allow himself to suffer a bone loss in vain? 

    No matter how many times you practiced, it still hurt. 

    If this fool Chen Zhen didn’t come here at the right time, then he should take the initiative to go out and find something.

    ” It hurts.” Zhan Wuyou held his right hand and looked at Yan Qing with red eyes. 

    Yan Qing knew that this gadget was deliberately sold miserably, but after all, the hand was really dislocated, and Chen Zhen’s big head groaned in pain like a ghost. In comparison, this little thing was strong. 

    Yan Qing put the cigar on the cigarette stand and sat on the edge of the bed. 

    Zhan Wuyou’s eyes closely followed him, and as soon as he saw someone sat on the bed, his whole body leaned over and carefully half-lyed on his lap. 

    Well-behaved and dependent on people’s attitude, it really satisfied some unspoken desires in the heart of men. 

    “I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t always want to see you knowing that Yan Ye is kind-hearted.” Zhan Wuyou first threw a bunch of rainbow farts, and then took advantage of the situation to make things right about the mobile phone. “I’m letting you go here because I thought you could come and see me.” 

    He quietly raised his head, observed Yan Qing’s face, and boldly added, “I’ll be ready in time.” 

    Ready? Ready for what? 

    Yan Qing had been made particularly keen by this child. As long as the two stayed together, they could talk about it without a few words. 

    Sure enough, Zhan Wuyou held his hand and began to induce people to touch him, “I’ve already lubricated it, why don’t you try it? I’m still a little hot now, it’s hot inside…” 

    If this child didn’t have fever and broke his hand, he really wanted to throw people away now! 

    What kind of unfortunate thing was this, every day, his mind was full of yellow scraps! 

    Yan Qing’s silence fueled Zhan Wuyou’s courage. 

    He tangled up like a snake. 

    Yan Qing silently let him touched himself, his eyes crossed his limp right arm, and he put his hand on his shoulder calmly. 

    Zhan Wuyou didn’t realize what was wrong, he just thought that Yan Qing was about to move, after all, he always recognized his lover’s ability. 

    Until he was laid flat on the bed by Yan Qing, and when he was about to take off his clothes, there was a sudden ‘click’ on his right shoulder, and the pain followed directly to the sky. 

    “Okay, okay.” Yan Qing was worried that the child was afraid, and only took his arm back when he endured enough. 

    After taking the hand, he saw that his whole body was shaking violently, and didn’t forget to gently comfort him. 

    Zhan Wuyou’s little face turned pale, his heart was warm but there were countless swear words he wanted to say, but seeing Yan Qing’s handsome face, he silently swallowed the swear words back in his stomach. 

    Forget it, Lao Gong is so good-looking, so don’t scold him. 

    “Don’t use your right hand these days.” Yan Qing let go of the man after comforting him. He turned his head and worried that he (ZWY) was acting as a demon again, and pressed the three quilts that hadn’t been taken back on him. 

    Zhan Wuyou raised his head from the thick quilt, his left hands were pressed under the quilt still didn’t give up to pull Yan Qing, sticky and wanted to continue what he did just now.

    Yan Qing, a normal big man, how could he stand up to such flirting? Seeing that the hands kept coming out towards him, his face darkened, “Lie down quietly, if you dare to make another noise, go back to Zhan’s house!” 

    Yan Qing’s expression didn’t seem like a joke, Zhan Wuyou didn’t dare to brush his beard when he was angry, silently retracted his hand into the quilt, died down and became a good baby again. 

    But he did this show today, not for Yan Qing to repair his bone. 

    He had to ask the man to take himself with him when he went to France. 

    Zhan Wuyou’s eyes rolled, and no sound came out of his mouth, but his eyes followed Yan Qing. 

    Yan Qing didn’t change his face even he was staring at him, what should he do? Sat on the chair, held the French book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, read for a moment while taking a sip. 

    When the interest came, he could still light a cigar… 

    Zhan Wuyou’s patience was also good, Yan Qing looked at the book, he looked at Yan Qing. 

    The two of them stayed like this until twelve o’clock in the evening. 

    Yan Qing came back from the shower and lay down on the bed. 

    Zhan Wuyou moved closer, but he was pushed away mercilessly, “Be safe.” 

How could Zhan Wuyou obey? 

    As long as he was given a chance, he would be able to drill along the seams. Hearing that Lao Gong was in a good mood, he couldn’t help but moved forward. 

    Yan Qing kept a small night light, the dim light glowed with a very shallow warm light, which unexpectedly made it a little more warm this night. 

    “Master,” Zhan Wuyou rested his head lightly on Yan Qing’s broad shoulders, and the little abacus in his heart was racing, “When are you going to punish me?” 

    “In a hurry?” Yan Qing’s voice was fascinatingly charming in the night. 

    Zhan Wuyou’s ears were softened by the irritable voice, and his mouth was sweet as hell, “As long as you are the one who punish me, I’m willing to take it.” 

    Yan Qing casually stroked Zhan Wuyou’s short, soft and silky hair, “In a few days.” 

    How many days? Yan Qing would go to France in a few days. 

    “You can’t hit the sun on another day, let’s do it today!” 

    Yan Qing had never met a gadget like Zhan Wuyou. Whoever saw him on the road, it was like a mouse met a cat. As far as he was concerned, he kept sticking to the top without saying anything, all kinds of nonsense were still on his lips, and now he was still rushing to let himself get beaten, which was really a cheap bone. 

    “Hit me,” Zhan Wuyou asked sincerely, “Do we need to go to a special room? Or is it okay to be here? After you hit me, I can really follow you.” 

    This kid… 

    The night could always give birth to tenderness that was not found in the day. 

    Yan Qing looked down at him, the warm yellow light illuminated Zhan Wuyou’s face, as if there was a trace of worry. 

    He rarely slowed down his voice, “Zhan’s family, are they bad to you?” 

    Zhan Wuyou stunned. 

    Yan Qing also asked him in the last life, but after the two exchanged feelings for each other… 

    At the beginning, how did he respond? 

    “It’s fine, but no one treats me better than you.” 

    Yan Qing was silent for a while.

    In addition to the special ‘first time’, he was more affectionate to the weak, just like the poor little cat who was injured on the roadside, he would reach out and touched it, making this little thing felt that it met the best person in the world for him. 

    Zhan Wuyou looked at Yan Qing’s increasingly loving eyes, and suddenly made a clever move. 

    Yan Qing evoked a precious touch of warmth in the night. 

    He stroked Zhan Wuyou’s face lightly, with pity in his tone, “If you want to stay at Yan’s house, just stay.” 

    “Master,” Zhan Wuyou took back the bitterness and hugged Yan Qing tightly, seemingly moved, and the body was soft. “Can I follow you? Wherever you go?” The voice was buried under the quilt and gradually became heavy. 

    He clung to Yan Qing’s body and followed the well-textured lines… 

    The most effective way to deal with an old animal like Yan Qing was to pretend to be weak. The weaker you were, the softer he would be. 

    And the best time to talk to the man was usually after he was refreshed. 

    Early the next day, Zhan Wuyou was escorted into the torture room by Yan Qing. 

    Yan Qing did it himself and beat him ten times. 

    The sound from the flesh being beaten was amazing. Zhan Wuyou’s cry of pain attracted countless ears. 

    Just when everyone thought that this gadget had lost Yan Qing’s favor, in the afternoon, on the plane to France, Zhan Wuyou occupied a place. 

The author has something to say: Zhan Wuyou: Do you see it? This man who is said to be patient has been defeated by me. 

Yan Qing: I…no…forget it!