After The Rebirth Of The Wealthy Young Master Who Was Replaced

Zhan Wuyou raised his head. 

Tonight was good and the light moonlight shed half of the room. 

    He looked at Yan Qing through the moonlight. 

    Who would have thought that the legendary Yan Ye would have such a handsome face. Everyone was afraid of his iron, blood and ruthless means, and couldn't help but yearned for the power he held. 

(ye = master)

He always be so high above the others. 

No matter how well he was born, no one would dare to look directly into his eyes. 

    But Zhan Wuyou dared. 

    Only Zhan Wuyou knew how tender and considerate his lover was and loved him passionately. 

    He buried himself deeply in Yan Qing's arms, carefully sniffing the faint cigar smell on the man's body. 

    "En?" Yan Qing let out a soft snort from his nose. 

    This was a silent urge, waiting for him to reply. Zhan Wuyou had not done 'Yan Ye reading comprehension' for a long time, but as long as it was the sound he loved to hear, like an instinct, automatically his mind began to turn up , obediently shouted, "Master." 

His ears were red as he called. 

When he first arrived at Yan Qing's place, this title was the awe of the crowd; after climbing on Yan Qing's bed, this title was the qualitative nature of the two; after they were really together, this title was the sex appeal. 

    A title that would never go wrong no matter how you called it. 

    This title satisfied Yan Qing, this little thing that crawled on his bed had no extraneous delusions, very good. 

    He let go Zhan Wuyou, and after putting on a nightgown, he walked barefoot to the side chaise longue and started cutting cigar. Zhan Wuyou was lying on the bed, his eyes followed Yan Qing. 

    The living Yan Qing was so good. 

    This was his Yan Qing, his! 

    The man's strong and charming body was half-hidden by a thin layer of nightgown, and the the tough skin contained powerful muscles.

    The blue flame of the lighter ignited the cigar, and his handsome face looked amazing by the faint smoke. 

    "When they do it tomorrow, I will let them pay more attention." Yan Qing met Zhan Wuyou's talkative eyes, spit out a little smoke, and said something rare, "Because of you, Xiaoyan is still lying in the hospital, and breaking your legs is not excessive." 

    Zhan Wuyou: "..." Wait. 

    Zhan Wuyou sat up from the bed, he suddenly realized the problem. 

    Xiaoyan, Su Xiaoyan. The younger sister left behind by the brother who died to save Yan Qing. 

    This woman was so worried about marrying Yan Qing. 

    Yan Qing, who loved himself to death, was him a year later. Now the relationship between the two was just the gadgets who just got on the bed and the big guy who was drunk and slept with gadgets for a while. 

    Zhan Wuyou furrowed his brows, looking at Yan Qing with a little bit more complaining. 

    In his last life, he didn't treat his legs properly, and when the temperature fell sharply, he felt acupuncture-like pain. Although Yan Qing didn't express his regret directly, he always had a gloomy face every time the weather changed. He covered him warmly and stuffed him into the bed early, and hugged him to sleep together. 

    The better he remembered Yan Qing, the more he felt abhorrent about Yan Qing's rewards and punishments. 

    "Not convinced yet?" Yan Qing looked at his eyes and became interested in chatting. "Do you know what happened to the last person who offended Xiaoyan?" 

    "Dead." Zhan Wuyou returned without up and down. "Died in a car accident, the traffic police judged that he was driving while drunk."

Yan Qing glanced at him, "You know very well." 

    Of course. After the two were together, Zhan Wuyou touched Yan Qing's side, especially Su Xiaoyan, who secretly stumbled him. She looked like a delicate dodder on the surface, but secretly did what the vicious female partner should do. 

    The one who executed the sentence was Su Xiaoyan's admirer, and when they started, they was even more venomous.

    In his previous life, he also crawled on Yan Qing’s bed. This Yan Ye was merciful, but when he was really hit, they directly smashed his knees. Finally, he changed two meniscus to rehabilitate for more than half a year before he recovered. In this way, his skill also receded a lot. If not, why would he get killed by Zhan Zongyan.

Of course, Zhan Wuyou is not easy either. In those days, he took advantage of this incident to pretend to be pitiful in front of Yan Qing, and finally succeeded to take the position. 

    At this time, he needed to make a decision. This legs must not be interrupted. 

    His mind was spinning fast. After putting on a pajama of the same style as Yan Qing, he half-kneeled at Yan Qing’s feet, obediently, "I deserve this lesson, but only you can punish me." 

Did it himself? This was fresh. 

    Who didn't know that Yan Qing was famous for his cruelty. If he got on this board, did this kid feel he lived too long? 

    "Do you know what you are talking about?" Yan Qing held a cigar in one hand and rubbed Zhan Wuyou's hair like a pet with the other hand. "My hands never have mercy." 

    Oh, you dare to interrupt my legs, wait to kneel on durian in the future, Yan Qing! 

    But Zhan Wuyou didn't dare to say this now. He was draped in smooth skin and half nestled next to Yan Qing's legs. "If you feel that the weight of mercy under your hand is not enough," his beautiful face lifted slightly. Looked at Yan Qing. 

    Yan Qing liked this child's eyes the most. Beautiful like a drop of morning dew that condensed the essence of heaven and earth, always shining with moving water, clear and translucent. 

    Zhan Wuyou's eyes were locked with Yan Qing, his lips were slightly opened, and he gently bit the hem of his nightgown. His beautiful little head drilled upward along the beautiful muscle texture of Yan Qing. The sound buried under the clothes was a bit dull, but the words were full of deceptive ambiguity, "I can add more until you feel it is enough..." 

    Yan Qing raised her neck slightly and let out a clear tone, "Yeah!" 

    He thought: Go fuck the morning dew, this kid's tongue work is very good!

    Zhan Wuyou swallowed a mouthful of protein. 

    When he came out from under Yan Qing's nightgown, he still tasted the aftertaste. Yan Qing was very angry when he saw it. 

    Got angry in various senses. 

    This person didn't know how many excretion he had tasted. At this moment, there may be one, two or three in his mind. 

    This thought was really disgusting. He, Yan Qing was innocent and a great master, for the first time he was confused because of the gadget? 

    He lost his good mood, and his hand's movements became heavier. He grabbed Zhan Wuyou's hand and threw the person aside. His face was gloomy and he said, "The tongue is very flexible. It seems that I have a good taste? Tell me, does Yan Ye taste good?" 

    Although Zhan Wuyou felt that it was too early for Yan Qing bastard to fall in love, he inexplicably heard the man's possessiveness and the slight sourness. 

    He bent his eyebrows, avoiding his overbearing sight, and asked, "Do you like it?" 

    This flexible tongue could be used to tie a bow, dared to ask if he liked it? Did you like the taste? Shameless! 

  It's cool... It's really cool. 

    Zhan Wuyou saw that Yan Qing didn't reply, so naturally he didn't dare to hang him, and said, "If you like it, I will go home and practice, just one piece of cotton thread." 

    Yan Qing lived for 28 years. The old virgin only knew for the first time that this stuff could also be practiced. 

    Zhan Wuyou raised his head to look at him, "Yan Qing-style reading comprehension", he had already graduated at full level, and you could guess what he was thinking only by looking at his expression. 

    He got angry for no reason, and it must be inconvenient to step down at this moment. He took the initiative to pass the steps over, "Yan Ye has tried many people, right? Do you like me to serve you?"

In the last life, Yan Qing arrogantly said that the people he had slept could line up from the gate of Yan's house to the end of the street opposite.

    In fact, how could a pure division champion dog, who was only twenty-eight, easily admit he was a virgin?

    He looked at Zhan Wuyou with a veteran spirit, clasping his chin frivolously, "You really should practice again, you are worse than other children." 

    "Okay," Zhan Wuyou was very good at talking, "For those two days, you can take care me. If my legs break, I won’t be able to serve you."

Two days later, Yan Qing had to fly to France. When he stayed for two days and came back, since Su Xiaoyan was unscathed, it was time to be discharged. 

    Yan Qing lowered his head to look at him, "You are quite capable of talking to myself, did I agree?" 

    Didn't it mean to accept if he didn't refuse. 

Zhan Wuyou was used to follow Mao Lu, leaning his pretty little face on Yan Qing’s leg, and squirming into his nightgown again... 

    " Okay ." Yan Qing stretched out his hand to open personally.

    It was the fourth time tonight, and he couldn't stand it. But the face couldn't be lost, he changed from blocking to supporting, and directly lifted Zhan Wuyou from the ground, ignorant of his conscience, "The technology is so bad, you dare to show it?"