Can he trust Su Mo?

Chen Yu looked at himself in the mirror, and there was more or less the silence that Song Chuyun had left on him over the past few months. This was the case the last time, and the same was repeated several times.

He had no choice but to believe what Su Mo said now.

Okay, isn't it better for Song Chuyun? Do n’t you just take the initiative in bed? He can.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yu wore his pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. As always, Song Chuyun would come to his room every night, and then Song Chuyun would take off his clothes, and he would close his eyes like a dead fish. To be fucked. As a man compares his heart to his heart, Chen Yu doesn't know what charm he has, which can make Song Chuyun so excited every night in front of a dead fish.

Song Chuyun leaned on the bedside and took a look at the magazine. Even if Chen Yu came out, he didn't look up.

Be proactive, be proactive ... Keep silent in your mind, Chen Yu standing dry and rubbing his sleeves, his eyes scrambling around in the room, Song Chuyun soon discovered that he was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Song Chuyun asked, leaving the magazine aside.

Chen Yu's eyes just met the soothing essential oil placed on the cabinet, and he said, "Would you like to massage?"

Song Chuyun raised his eyelids slightly, and stared straight at some agitated men. Just when Chen Yu was about to hold on, Song Chuyun finally spit out a word: "OK."

The little fish was relieved. He took the essential oil and walked to the bed. Seeing Song Chuyun still looking at himself with a pair of eyes, his face was a little hot: "You take off your clothes and lie on the bed."

Song Chuyun started to undress ...

"Don't take off your pants!"

Song Chuyun also took off his black underwear and threw it casually on the ground: "Anyway, I'll take it off anyway." Lying on the bed, the man's mouth slightly twitched, pointing to his back, "Sit more Convenience."

"Oh."

Although cohabiting for several months, Chen Yu saw the fruit of the other person for the first time in such a straightforward manner, trying to move his eyes away from that strong and strong body. Chen Yu lowered his head and poured some essential oil to cover the heat in his palm. After he rubbed hard, he hesitated a bit, and finally gritted his teeth and opened his legs to sit in Song Chuyun's ... buttocks.

The skin-to-skin contact brought inexplicable irritation. Chen Yu's body began to feel a little hot. He lowered his head and concentrated on massaging Song Chuyun. He was really massaging.

"It's a good technique. Who pressed it before?" Song Chuyun asked.

"My mother," whispered back.

"Chen Yu."

"Ok."

"Chen Yu ..." shouted again, the deep, hoarse voice flirting.

"Ok?"

Song Chuyun rolled over and pressed the man under him: "Come and help you clean it."

"Ah?" Chen Yu's eyes widened, and when he responded, Song Chuyun had poured the rest of the essential oil on his body, leaving more than two-thirds of the golden oil running down the young man's collarbone. Flow down to a flat, firm belly.

Song Chuyun's hands were covered with essential oils and gently kneaded the man's collarbone, gently rubbing it downwards, rubbing back and forth when the chest stopped, bringing a burst of dryness, until the fingers of his fingers rubbed the lower abdomen, the little fish Blushing like a cooked shrimp, he watched Song Chuyun give him a so-called massage.

Be ... take the initiative!

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the little fish took the initiative to climb up Song Chuyun's shoulders and sat up. His naked body ignited the original impulse due to the sudden collision. Song Chuyun's eyes trembled slightly, and he held Chen Yu's back and kissed deeply After that, I started to exercise all night.

The next day, Chen Yu, who was exhausted and exhausted, fell asleep on the bed, Song Chuyun kissed the man's forehead gently, and the sun came in and fell on the white sheets, and fainted.

...

Chen Tianhe died, the Master Chen family was paralyzed, and the Chen family changed hands.

Tang Yan and Su Mo have left Hong Kong, and they are the only ones left.

In just one month, so many earth-shaking things happened. He is no longer the illegitimate son of the Chen family who is superfluous and unseen. He is no longer a poor worm oppressed everywhere. He is Chen Yu and the head of the Chen family. .

Chen Yuchen is no longer a person who can be bullied at will.

There is no need to return to the Song family. The entire Chen family belongs to him. He sleeps wherever he wants to sleep, but he is always alone on a bed.

Revenge was achieved, everything was fulfilled, everything that I had never imagined suddenly came to fruition, and my heart suddenly became empty.

It ’s been a few months since the Chen family changed hands. With the help of the Su family, Chen Yu was able to sit firmly in his seat. He was a smart person. He learned things fast and was easy to use in business. With Su Mo's support, everything has developed along the established trajectory, and slowly got on the right track. This is true of work and life.

Cooperation with Song Chuyun is also continuing, and is limited to work.

Sitting in the office, compared to a few months ago, a lot of mature men are immersed in work, occasionally picking up coffee cups and taking a sip, a vase is placed on the work table, and Song Chuyun will send it every day. Flowers, flowers bloom quietly, a faint fragrance always lingers.

The phone rang, and Chen Yu raised his head and turned it on. It was a text message from Europe.

The corner of his mouth could not help but hooked up. Chen Yu read the text message over and over again. When he was about to reply to the text message, the work phone on the desk rang and Chen Yu pressed the answer key.

The secretary's sweet voice sounded in the microphone.

Chen Yu glanced at his phone: "No, tell him to wait for me at 8:00 in the evening."

A small fish can be a goldfish that is kept in a bathtub for viewing only, or a small shark that jumps into the sea and grows up a little bit.

The author has something to say: Next is a series of messes by Su Ye

Chapter 77

Child child child?

Why do we have to get married and why do we have to have children?

Su Ye Fengmao, who has just entered the 30-year mark this year, took a walk with the Duke's beloved daughter on Monday; by the way, he drank with the Duke's son on Tuesday; on Wednesday with the Duke's friend, an ancient British family His successor played chess; went to France on Thursday to accidentally meet the new boss of Interpol, and accidentally went to ride a horse together; on Friday, he turned to talk to a French gang to do some business and attend a reception by the way.

On the weekend, he returned to London, England. The black car was slowly driving in a white mist. He accidentally tilted his head and looked out the window, and accidentally saw an Asian child squatting on the street with blood on his body.