MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 125 end of text

At night, Zhang Zhen couldn't sleep and came out to patrol. He patrolled to the fifth floor, and as soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw the third brother sitting on the sofa in the corridor smoking.

Zhang Zhen's first reaction was that the couple had quarreled.

It shouldn't be a big deal, it will be fine tomorrow morning. It was this pattern before.

Qi Yiluo was leaning on the sofa, with his long legs resting on the low table, his shirt collar was unbuttoned, revealing a small piece of healthy-colored chest. He tilted his head back, his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes were closed together, and he held a smoky cigarette between his lips. The old aristocratic demeanor in his posture was stripped away, showing a rare casual **** appeal.

Zhang Zhen first glanced at the closed bedroom not far away, and then said, "Third brother, it's so late, why are you here?"

"Ask knowingly." Qi Yiliao's brows were filled with dark clouds.

Zhang Zhen: "..." He saw the tooth marks on the third brother's Adam's apple and the hickey marks on his collarbone, and he looked up at the ceiling in embarrassment, he shouldn't have come to the fifth floor.

"Cough, third brother, you have to go to work tomorrow, and you have to go to school in vain. What are you upset about? At noon tomorrow, I will go and pick up Baibai from school to the company, so that you can take care of yourself..." Zhang Zhen's words of persuasion stopped, and he I saw the ruler on the other side of the third brother's leg, but it was still broken and broke in two.

How many mistakes did Bai Bai make when reciting the scriptures, and when the third brother punished him, he even broke the ruler?

Zhang Zhen's brain was congested and his fists were stiff. Just when he couldn't help but want to flap his old father's big wings, his expression changed in vain.

Suspicion, disbelief, surprise, subtlety, wishing to disappear in place... Many emotions are played in turn in an instant, which is called a wonderful scene.

This floor is the same as the lower floors, there is no dark corner, and the lights are bright as far as the eye can see.

Zhang Zhen's eyesight is very good, so he found some mucus on the broken ruler.

Under the light, it exudes a faint glow.

Zhang Zhen covered his forehead with his hands, and peeked at the third brother through his fingers. Isn't this too playful?

Maybe he thought too much, how could the third brother do weird tricks.

Zhang Zhen thought this way for a second, and the next second, the door of the bedroom opened from the inside, and the bamboo that was wrapped in a blanket poked its head out.

Qi Yiliao was still sitting on the sofa, he didn't get up, the cigarette on his lips had a little soot, and his eyes met the wild rice at the door of the bedroom through the smoke.

Zibazania didn't go there, he came out after reading the ppt on the bed, and he couldn't calm down until he finished reading it.

A few hours ago, Ziobac touched the old pervert, and then, the safe was opened! He hurried to stop it, kissing and rua, trying to divert the old pervert's attention, but he was pressed against the safe and bit the back of his neck.

In any case, it can be considered that the treasure of the town house in the safe was not used.

but,

The ruler is on, ha ha ha.

What's more, it's not the flat one like before, but a round head, not too long, and it's very flexible to use.

The legs under the wild bamboo blanket trembled, subconsciously shrunk, and made a vague and silent "grumble", and he glared at the old pervert who was kicked out by him.

The green smoke cleared again, Qi Yilian looked at him expressionlessly.

The heating in Lanmo Mansion was neither high nor low, and Zibai was only wearing a pair of underwear. The blanket that was just wrapped in it was not for keeping warm, but for covering relatives. He ate it from head to toe. A penetrating trace.

Seeing that Qi Yiliao still looked so dead, Jiao Bai sneered, and looked at Zhang Zhen, who was so stupid: "You don't sleep, what are you doing on the fifth floor?"

Zhang Zhen rolled up his sleeves to seek justice for the child, but found that the child was like a parent who had the upper hand, and said in a daze: "Patrol."

"Go to sleep." Ziabab said.

"Oh, good night." Zhang Zhen took the elevator down in a daze.

The fifth floor was silent. There is a strange atmosphere that diffuses from the bedroom door, flocking to the sofa in the hallway.

Zizania sneezed pretendingly.

The cigarette between Qi Yi's teeth trembled slightly, and the pinch of ash fell down and landed on the shirt in front of him. The line of his lips was slightly stretched, as if he was enduring some emotion.

Ziobac sneezed again, acting like a play with his life, his hair was struggling, Qi Yiluo couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"boom"

The bedroom door was slammed shut.

Qi Yiliao's forehead twitched: "What a little ancestor."

He smoked slowly, and the young man's voice faintly sounded in his ears-Isn't my world yours?

The nicotine in his mouth lost its taste in an instant, and it was meaningless. Qi Yiliao put down his legs on the low table, he pinched half of the cigarette, pressed it into the ashtray, got up and picked up two rulers and walked away. Going to the bedroom door, he knocked on the door twice.

"Xiaobai, open the door and let me in."

In the bedroom, Ziobai sat cross-legged by the wall of the living room, behind him was a huge "Love God" mural, when he heard the voice outside the door, his face turned dark, and he didn't lock it behind what he pretended to be.

Even if he is locked, he can come in after the fingerprint verification of the highest authority.

"Baby." A voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Jiao Bai shook violently, and when he realized it, he had already opened the door and stood in front of Qi Yiluo, with a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

"What did you call me just now? Me? Did you hear me right?" Zaobai's facial features were all wrinkled, it was terrible, he actually heard these two words in his lifetime, and said to him, "Old Qi, you must never So barking, really, look at me? Goosebumps on my arms."

Qi Yiliao flicked the arm that was stretched out under his eyelids, scraped his fingertips, and hugged the young man through the blanket: "Don't you like it?"

Zizania with dead fish face.

"Isn't there such a name in the comic books you read?" Qi Yiliao made a puzzled and distressed expression. "When you read it, you laughed like a cat rolling in the sun with the quilt between your corners. I thought you like."

Zizania covered his face, he hadn't chased Man in a few years, it wasn't because the exam pressure was heavy recently, so he just wanted to take a break from his busy schedule to let his brain relax.

Affected by the mission, the taste of wild rice has changed. He has a physical nausea for be scum, and he just wants to try Xiaoqinghe.

What Qi Yiliao was referring to was a highly popular manga he just found last night. The author said it was sweeter than first love. He was curious about how sweet it was, so he ordered it all. He hasn't read a few episodes yet.

1 called 0 baby in comics.

"Baby, what are you doing?" "Baby, do you miss me?" "Baby..."

The baby is long and the baby is short, as if every scene in the story is a baby.

However, when Ziao Bai reads the manga, the perception is not too bad, not too greasy.

But there are some plots, which can be so cute in comics, but in reality, goodbye.

Zia Bai looked at Qi Yiliao inexplicably.

"Okay, stop barking." Qi Yiloo peeled off the blanket on his body, and hugged him.

Ziao Bai was touched by the broken ruler that Qi Yiliao still held in his hand, and the coolness made him take a deep breath: "Throw away the ruler."

Qi Yiliao casually threw the two pieces of the ruler into the trash, and walked towards the room with his bamboo in his arms: "Uncle is wrong about this matter, I shouldn't be teasing you."

Ziao Bai was lying on Qi Yiluo's shoulder, and he glanced towards the trash can. As soon as the ruler entered his mouth, he burst out a streak of yellow.

So he became angry from embarrassment, pulled out the ruler and threw it out on the spot.

Unexpectedly, it was broken without losing it.

Ziao Bai was put on the bed, he looked down at Qi Yiliao put his feet in his palms, and stroked the soles of his feet.

"Forgive Uncle?" Qi Yiliao stroked the tattoo on his ankle, "Huh?"

Ziobai was silent, licked her cheeks with the tip of her tongue, and whispered silently: "Mr. Qi, if you want to play role-playing games? It's not impossible. You have to wait for me? It's winter vacation."

Qi Yiliao's eyes moved away from the young man's insteps and ankles covered with tooth marks, and slowly moved up. He moved closer, and chuckled softly: "Coax uncle to play?"

His tone was careless, but his eyes were red with heat.

Like a beast in an arena, it carefully arched its prey, with a **** and sharp blade behind it.

Jiaobai regretted it for a second, but he didn't lose if he lost. He kicked Qi Yiliao away, grabbed the quilt, and said to himself: "Who is playing with you, sleep!"

Qi Yiliao sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his kicked abdomen, with a vague expression on his lips: "You, you are going to ride on my head."

The person in the quilt yelled, "Are you going to sleep?"

"Sleep." Qi Yiliao turned off the light, took out the wild rice stem and hugged it in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his earlobe, "Tomorrow I? I'll take you to school."

"What time is it, me? I don't know if I can get up tomorrow." Ziao Bai muttered angrily, put his legs on Qi Yiliao, and his breath soon became long.

Qi Yiliao was full and didn't feel sleepy, he wrote "restraint" on the thin back of his arms.

—Every stroke is drawn from the red marks left by him.

Qi Yiliao's fingertips touched the young man's shoulder blades, which gently rose and fell with his breathing, rubbed them a few times, hugged them tighter, sighed and smiled. It's okay to ride on his head, and you can still eat a few bites of fresh and juicy peaches.

On the day of the charity dinner, Zia Bai finished the last exam of the semester, and was picked up by Zhang Zhen as soon as he left school, and what greeted him was the plot of the 8 o'clock idol drama.

Washing, cutting, blowing, buying, buying, walking out of the dressing room, amazed everyone.

Ziababa has gone through a lot of things to this day. It is the first time he is wearing a formal suit and his hair is waxed for the first time. He is uncomfortable in the car going to the dinner party.

Either they are worried about wrinkling their trousers or getting dust on their leather shoes, or they are afraid that their expensive cufflinks will be scratched.

This first experience of Jiaobai made him understand one thing, he is not suitable for wearing tailor-made suits, but casual clothes are more suitable for him.

"Bai Bai, how did you do in the exam?" Zhang Zhen asked while driving.

"You won't get too high a grade point, but you won't fail a course." There were a lot of red envelopes in the wechat group in Jiaobai Fanban, and he quickly clicked on them.

Zhang Zhen looked at the road conditions: "That's good, we don't need scholarships."

Zibazania lightly said: "Need."

"what?"

"I? I'm going to try to get a scholarship from next year onwards." Ziaobai said with a twitch, "I? I bought a house before and have been collecting rents, and the income is pretty good. I? I plan to save up and buy another one, so that I can be financially independent. "

Zhang Zhen couldn't keep up with his brother's rhythm: "Isn't the property of the Qi family all yours?"

"That doesn't count." Jiao Bai sent a message to Qi Yiluo.

Zhang Zhen joked: "If you don't count it, don't count it, I? I have savings, and I will invest it for you."

"Farewell, you have to keep your money to marry a wife." Jiao Bai waited for Qi Yiliao to reply? When he received a message from Shen Ernan, he was stunned for a moment, and replied with one word: yes.

Zhang Zhen lacked interest in this topic, he slowed down and stopped at the intersection: "I'd better give it to you, you can invest it."

Ziobai heard Zhang Zhen's serious tone, looked up in astonishment, and met his eyes through the rearview mirror: "...Are you serious?"

Zhang pillow nodded.

"Okay, then I'll go back and discuss with the third brother." Ziabai said to himself, "The Qi family is the leader in real estate, so I? Just get involved, or should I go in the direction of medical treatment?"

Zhang Zhenxin said that the third brother will also have time to listen to your small projects, and also have time to help you analyze the prospects and formulate plans.

In terms of being a parent, Zhang Zhen still loses to the third brother.

Zhang Zhenhui wants to remove all the stones on the road ahead of his brother, but the third brother is different from him.

The third brother will only selectively move some away, leaving some for his younger brother to experience.

The charity dinner is a high-profile event, providing a stage for most wealthy businessmen to show their love and gain vanity. Of course, a few of them are really for charity and do not add impurities to it.

Jiao Bai never imagined that one day he would participate in such activities in person, his outfit met the standard of pretense, and it was quite impressive when he entered the arena with Qi Yiluo.

Qi Yiliao whispered in Jiaobai's ear, "Don't be nervous, follow me?"

Ziobac responded, and glanced around quietly from the corner of his eye. The last time he experienced such a big scene was in Changmin Island, and some of them were old acquaintances. They met his eyes and gave him friendly smiles.

They are all people who have experienced great storms and know what kind of skin to wear in public.

"Old Jin, this is my lover."

When Jiao Bai heard Qi Yiliao's voice, he immediately came back to his senses, looked at the old man in front of him, and said hello to Qi Yiliao's introduction.

Elder Jin looked Ziobac up and down, and said in multiple voices: "Okay, okay, you are young and promising, and your future is limitless."

Zizania had nothing to say, so he kept smiling.

Qi Yiliao chatted with Mr. Jin, he didn't hold Jiaobai's hand, and he didn't let Jiaobai hold his arm, the two stood side by side, occasionally one lowered his head and the other raised his head, without speaking, just kissing each other with his eyes.

Not long after, the chairman of Shen's came.

There was a line of sight in the surrounding noise, they knew there was no show to watch, but they couldn't help but let out a sigh or two.

The Patriarch of the Qi family is an old friend of the former Chairman Shen, and his spouse is the other party's ex-wife and the current Chairman Shen's ex-mother.

In such a chaotic relationship, Shen and Qi didn't even confront each other.

The main reason is that the young man who does not belong to this circle is the one who calmed the battlefield.

Today's Shen Er'an has an eye-catching sharpness in his gestures, and he has completely grown into the protagonist Gong in "Broken Wing", from his aura to his appearance.

Except scum.

As soon as Shen Ernan came in, there was no time around him, one group of people left, another group of people passed by, he communicated with people, his young and handsome face was covered with a layer of ice that could not be melted away.

It was colder than when Shen Ji was in office. Not like a living person walking in the world.

In the past, the process of charity banquets was that the guests present would hand over an item to the organizer, and the price after the on-site auction would be the amount donated by the other party.

This time? Without that process, the dinner party was delayed.

Ziobai noticed the gaze cast by Shen Ernan, he looked over, and was patted twice on the back by a big hand, accompanied by a whisper: "Go."

"I'll be back in a while." Ziobai lowered her voice and left.

Qi Yiliao put one hand in his pocket, held the wine glass in one hand, and raised his glass to Shen Erhong with a smile on his face.

Before Shen Er'an could respond, Qi Yiluo raised his head and took a sip of the wine.

"Xiao Qi, you are too indulgent to your child." Jin Lao said, "I have heard a lot about his relationship with the Shen family. Just a few days on this occasion, how many pairs of eyes are watching him. He came here as your partner again, how dare you let him pass by alone."

Qi Yiluo said indifferently, "It's okay."

Elder Jin still disapproved of his attitude, and reminded him a few words: "We still need to take care of it properly."

Qi Yiliao smiled and said nothing.

Zibai didn't go to the garden with Shen Er'an, but talked beside the pillar in the hall.

"Didn't you say you would bring a female companion? Why did you come alone?" Zia Bai spoke first.

"I? I was tricked." Shen Er'an looked at Jiaobai, and the indifference around his body subsided a lot, and a youthful look vaguely leaked from the dark and mixed wall of the merchant, only looking at his face. time to show.

"Is there someone playing tricks on you?" Ziabai looked surprised.

Shen Er'an seemed unwilling to continue this matter, he asked instead: "Have you finished the exam?"

"It's over." Zizania scratched his head, dipped his hands in wax, and cursed in disgust.

Shen Er'an was in a trance for a moment, as if he was back in high school, in a rented house, and Zibai moved in to be his roommate, broke three ribs for him, screamed in pain, and asked him to avenge him before he passed out.

Zibai could see that Shen Er's mind was distracted, and he was also a little absent-minded. He had watched the other party's interview last month, and the blueprint for his career was very clear about the plan for the next five years.

The Cen family was defeated, but Cen Jingmo was still wandering abroad, Shen Ernan was determined to eradicate the roots.

Ziabai doesn't care about Cen Jingmo's fate, he only knows that Liang Dong will be released from the drug rehabilitation center soon. The lives of these people are developing towards the third week of "Broken Wing", and even he, a fan, can't see through it.

"Did Tan Jun come with you?" Jiao Bai asked in a casual tone.

Shen Ernan said, "He's back to Razor Mountain."

Zibazania smacked his lips, it seemed that he was going back to worship his sweetheart.

Razor Mountain is in Beicheng. He has been to that city many times, but he has never climbed that mountain.

There was a sweep in the hall, and the dinner party was finally about to begin.

Qi Yiliao approached Jiaobai, stood in the crowd and waved to him, extremely elegant, with a smile on his eyes.

"Go back? Chat." Zia Bai said a word to Shen Erhan, and strode towards Qi Yiliao.

Shen Er'an looked at the tall and thin figure who kept walking, and recalled what happened a few months ago, when he learned that Zibazania was not dead, he canceled the meeting and folded a paper dragonfly.

After folding the dragonfly, Shen Ernan patted the scraps of paper off his legs, stood in front of the french window and called Qi Yiluo. He told his purpose and hoped that the other party would let him go, and he agreed no matter what the conditions were. .

At that time Qi Yiluo laughed and said: I? Never trapped him, he can leave anytime he wants.

Qi Yiliao's city is too deep, Shen Ji is no match.

Whoever fights with him can't win.

because,

Shen Er'an's eyes fell on the hand that was scratching the back of Ziabai's neck, not only him, but also many people were looking at the ring on Ziabai's ring finger.

—Love and God

That is the meaning of the ring, the last work left by its master.

Qi Yiliao has already used "freedom" to weave a net and caught the free-spirited butterfly Zizania.

Zia Bai was stunned on the spot when he heard the host's opening remarks.

The host of this banquet is the Qi family. The main purpose is to announce the establishment of a public welfare foundation. It is a non-public fundraising foundation, named after Zizania, and the fund projects are mainly in the medical industry.

"I would like to invite Mr. Jiao to come to the stage and express my opinion."

As the host's voice fell, there was a round of applause at the scene, and the water bamboo became the focus, and an invisible light "snaked" opened above the head.

Jiao Bai tilted his head to look at Qi Yiliao, and said in a volume that only he could hear: "Why didn't you talk to me? Tell me, I? I'm not prepared at all right now."

"Just say a few words." Qi Yiluo stroked the black hair on the back of his head.

Ziobac had no words in his mind, so he resisted the urge to swear, and tried his best to make a good expression? Management: "What if I lose face for you?"

Qi Yiliao moved his palm down to straighten the collar of the shirt inside the suit for him, and lightly rubbed his cheek with the knuckles of the wedding ring: "Yes, what should I do?"

Zizania was speechless.

"Okay, it's a big deal, relax, and say whatever you want, uncle is looking at you." Qi Yiliao encouraged.

Everyone was waiting, Ziababa couldn't linger any longer, he gritted his teeth: "Then did I go up and talk nonsense?"

"En." Qi Yiluo patted him on the back, "Good boy."

"Look at me? How? You lose all face." Ziobai adjusted his suit jacket, and the corners of his pursed mouth raised an arc. He walked onto the stage with a smile that was neither exaggerated nor blunt, and calmly talked to the host. People talk, every move is calm and lively.

Qi Yiliao stood under the stage, raised his eyes slightly, and looked up at the young man tenderly.

When Qi Yiliao discovered that the young man had wings, he hoped that one day he would be able to fly.

Later, Qi Yiliao touched his soul through his disabled body, and still hoped that he could fly high and far away, and pursue his own world.

Come back when you're tired.

The young man on the stage stared at him with straight, bright and intense eyes, blatantly demanding his constant attention.

There was a handsome smile on Qi Yiliao's lips.

It was rumored that he was a scheming hunter, and that his lover was a prey.

Actually it was the other way around, he was the one who was arrested.

It was he who put on the rope himself, and tied the other end of the rope to the opponent's little finger.

Then,

He kissed a pair of scarred, but tough and holy wings.

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Finish.