"How many times have I told you, don't go out to work, don't go out to work, could it be that I, a president, still can't support you?"

Under the bright light of the living room, Jian Qing gloomily stared at the thin and frail man in front of him.

He had never been a grumpy person, but when facing this stupid man, he could not control his emotions.

How many times had I told him that no matter what time it was, as long as he came home, he must see this stupid man. But this stupid man still always ran out to work in a small restaurant, not to let him know, getting dirty and disgusting.

"But ....my mother said that you can't get something for nothing, that's going to be looked down upon, as a man, you should undertake a Herculean task..." the man timidly lowered his head, with an almost inaudible voice to argue.

Cheng Wen was born with a brain deficiency, to put it heard kindly was simple, but to put it unpleasantly was stupid and the reaction was also a bit sluggish.

But he was a very clean person with snow-white skin and dark big eyes clearer than the lake, if you have to compare him to an animal, it would be a deer, a simple young deer.

Happy or sad, all written ion his face.

Jian Qing often felt guilty when getting involved with him, but never thought of treating him well. After all, this fool was just a trivial substitute for him.

The first time he said I liked him just in order to get him into bed, but now he was not even willing to put on a slightly better face to him.

With the smell of grease and smoke entering the nasal cavity, Jian Qing became more and more angry, and sneered:

"Look at yourself, where do you look like a man up and down? You are so stupid that always be taken advantage by others when go out to work. It's better to stay at home and let me sleep more. How much do you want? I will give you."

The words were really harsh, Cheng Wen was so stupid that could not fully understand the meaning, but could know the contempt and humiliation in his tone, the same tone as everyone called him a bastard when he was a child.

With a pale face, he buried his head a little bit lower, and still apologized habitually though he had done nothing wrong.

"Sorry about ......."

He also knew that he was useless, always made A Qing angry.

"Hurry up and take a shower, you are so stinky." The man's awkward appearance was too far away from that person, Jian Qing didn't want to take another look, and went straight upstairs over him.

After hesitating for a few seconds on the spot, Cheng Wen followed carefully. Before he could follow the bedroom, the door was slammed shut, almost hitting his nose.

Standing blankly outside the door, when he was at a loss, the door was quickly opened again, and a black dress was thrown out, covering his head.

"Dress this after the shower."

At the same time as the voice fell, the door was slammed with a loud noise.

Cheng Wen trembled with fright and grabbed the clothes on his face. After unfolding, he discovered that it was a nearly transparent black lace dress, with only a thin layer, and it couldn't hide anything on his body.

He was ashamed, and the corners of his eyes flushed with sadness when he thought of Jianqing's attitude.

Qing seems to hate him more and more...

In the end, he took the lace dress into the bathroom obediently. While crying, he washed himself carefully with shower gel several times, and then changed into this incapable clothing.

After turning off the faucet, he didn't dare to cry anymore, and knocked on the door with a pair of bright red eyes, only unscrewed the handle and went in with Jian Qing's permission.

A warm-colored floor lamp was turned on in the room. The man wore a white bathrobe and sat on the bed. He had obviously taken a shower. The long hair that had been combed on the back of his head was loosely scattered on his shoulders, two long legs comparable to international supermodels’ randomly overlapped, holding a newspaper and looking down.

The pale yellow light made his outstanding facial features more attractive, and the pressed tightly lips proved he was obviously still angry.

Most of the time Cheng Wen did not do anything wrong, but Jianqing used to vent his anger on him. Normal people could not stand him any longer, only the little fool stupid, obviously very sad, but also to coax him, fearing that he will ignore himself again.

He plucked up his courage and gently pulled at the sleeve of Jian Qing's bathrobe, his soft, waxy voice a little hoarse from tears.

"A Qing...Don't be angry, I know it's wrong."

"What's wrong?" Jian Qing put down the newspaper and turned his head to look at him.

Cheng Wen paused and whispered, "...I shouldn't go out to work furtively."

He was thin and thin, with a height of only 170, and the fragile shoulders seemed to shatter if they were squeezed hard. At this moment, the appearance of sincerely admitting mistakes made Jian Qing a little can not be angry, and sighed.

"Didn't I say, you follow me, I will give you 20,000 yuan a month, as for your brother's tuition and living expenses, I will remit it to him separately."

"But..." Cheng Wen murmured, staring at his toes, "According to TV, there is no love between this relationship. It is called sugar daddy and sugar baby"

He raised his head to look at Jian Qing, his dark eyes as innocent as a child, wringing his fingers and whispering.

"A Qing... I don't want our relationship like this. "

He didn't actually spend much money himself. He went out to work to make his younger brother's life better. As for the money Jian Qing gave him, he hadn't used any of it, and he planned to find an opportunity to return it to him.

Jian Qing wanted to laugh.

He had several sugar babies before, and it was normal to spend hundreds of thousands a month for the monthly allowance fee, and occasionally send a car worth millions of dollars, then it was called keeping a man.

As for the man in front of him, he was similar to the puppy on the side of the road. It didn't take much effort to pick it up, just gave him a bite to eat. It was too much to give him 20,000 yuan a month.

Sure enough, he was a fool.

Jian Qing was contemptuous in his heart, but his complexion eased, slightly raised his eyes showing a bit of gentleness, and he stretched out his hand to rub his hair like a dog, and said softly.

"Little fool, I'm your husband, how can it be considered as a sugar daddy if I give you money? This is a matter of course and righteousness."

"I feel sorry that you are too tired to work outside, so I can't help being angry with you. Instead, you will be responsible for cooking for me in the future, cleaning the house, and taking care of my diet and daily life. Just think of you as a nanny I hired from the outside, and I'll give you three thousand dollars a month. Is that OK with you?"

"This won’t be the relationship of sugar daddy and sugar baby?"

He didn't care if Cheng Wen was tired or not, as long as he can did him easily.

He just didn't like the smell of oily smoke that Cheng Wen bring back, which was nauseating.

"Nanny?..." The man stared at him blankly. He was already twenty-four years old, two years older than Jian Qing, but he looked like the innocent and harmless high school student who was most likely to be bullied in the school.

His appearance can easily arouse people's desire for crime.

It looked like anything was fine.

In fact, this was indeed the case. When he was in bed, even if he was made hurt, Cheng Wen would obediently let him do it with a few words. He would cover his eyes and cry with his thin body trembled, but not dare to cry loudly.

In fact, he didn't want to cry, but it hurt so much that the tears fell.

Jian Qing breathed a little harder, smiled and took Cheng Wen's waist, which was slenderer than many women, and pressed his body close to himself, and said patiently:

"Yes. You see, if you work at home, I can see you when I go back from work, and we can spend a little longer together. Don't you want to be with me?"

Cheng Wen hadn't noticed the danger, and his thoughts were easily led away by Jian Qing. Hearing him say that, he was instinctively happy, his dark eyes lit up a bit immediately, and he looked at him in a low voice.

"Want..."

"That's it." Jian Qing smiled with satisfaction, and Jian Qing smiled with satisfaction and pinched on his waist.

Cheng Wen was afraid of itching, and subconsciously hid him, but unfortunately he failed. At this moment, he felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong. His round and lovely earlobes became pink because of shyness, and his two delicate eyebrows were twisted. He didn’t forget what happened just now, "A Qing...Will the salary be too much? I work outside, and the boss only gives me 1,500 yuan a month..."

Thousands yuan was already too much for Cheng Wen.

Since childhood, he has no father. His mother died when the brothers were seventeen years old. Since then, he had always been working outside, relying on his meagre wages to support his younger brother to go to school.

He used to work in a small town not far from the village. He worked as a supermarket porter for only 700 or 800 yuan a month. After he came to Beijing two years ago, his salary was only over 1,000.

Before meeting Jian Qing, he used three hundred yuan to rent a house, which was a basement of less than five square meters. Two hundred yuan was used to eat, and the remaining one thousand was sent to his brother Cheng Ran.

"..." Jian Qing moved for a while, a little speechless.

You can make a few thousand yuan for doing anything in the capital these years. It is estimated that the boss was thinking that Cheng Wen was a fool and deliberately cheated him.

He had no time to talk to him about such things, he said impatiently, squeezing the man down with his arms.

"If you do think too much, then I will give you fifteen thousand each month."

The body fell heavily on the bed, and the sudden weightlessness caused Cheng Wen to take a breath of shock. Before he could react, the soft lips were roughly occupied.

Cheng Wen was easily bullied so that his whole eyes became wet and red, his eyelashes trembled helplessly, and his slender fingers clutched the quilt under him uneasily, like a frightened small animal.

Jian Qing was fundamentally dissatisfied with this, the action was not frigidity, soft and tender lip was ground out blood.

Cheng Wen's body shivered once, tears began to turn in the eyes, want to hide, afraid of the upper part of the people angry, had to grievance to accuse way, "A Qing, it hurts so much..."

"Endure."

"Woo..." Cheng Wen compressed his mouth and wanted to cry.

As soon as the first sound was made, Jian Qing frowned with annoyance, raised his head and stared at him, and said in a deep voice.

"No crying."

Foolish enough as he was, he did not look like him when he cried.

"..." Cheng Wen abruptly swallowed all the grievances that came to his lips, but tears couldn't help but slid out along the white and tender canthus , red eyes with sadness and fear.

A Qing said that he liked him, but why, he always made him hurt.

No one can bear to look at such a look, but Jian Qing still had a cold face and pulled his dress.

Cheng Wen was very clear about what he would go through next. During the year they were together, Ah Qing always liked to do such things with him. If he refused, he would definitely lose his temper.

And recently, he had always been very impatient with him, it seemed that only a short time after this kind of thing was over, will he be a little more pleasant to him.

Cheng Wen was terrified in his heart, but when he thought that this would make Jian Qing happy, he no longer had the idea of ​​resisting, but his breathing was still tightened instinctively, and he called out anxiously.

"A Qing..."

The obedient man looked more pleasing.

"Hey, it's okay, take it easy." Jian Qing stretched his eyebrows, bent down to kiss his forehead, his movements were so gentle that his was not the same as his cold face just now.

He didn't care how this man felt, let alone whether he was happy or sad, as long as he was quiet enough and obedient enough.

Like this now.

"Woo..." Half a minute later, the man couldn't help crying. He just uttered the first sound and forced himself to hold it back. His nose was agitated slightly, his eyebrows were full of pain and grievance, and his eyes were wet and red.

Qing always lied.

-

In the early morning, warm sunlight scattered through the glass windows in the room. On the large double bed, Jian Qing hugged the thin man in his arms, sleeping soundly.

The posture liked a child holding his beloved teddy bear, with his hands and feet resting on him, making the man very uncomfortable.

Obviously he didn't really like him, but he always acted like this in his subconscious mind.

Cheng Wen only felt that a boulder was pressed against his chest, breathless, and unable to break free. His delicate eyebrows were twisted in pain, and after a while, he opened his eyes blankly.

Turning his head along the arm in front of his chest, an enlarged version of the handsome face came into view, Cheng Wen's breathing was stagnant, and his heartbeat missed half a beat.

A Qing was the best-looking person in the world... This was a fact that Cheng Wen had always believed in his heart.

Few men can pull off long hair, and Jian Qing was one of the few.

He had a face that was even more ostentatious than a woman. He was so beautiful that usually wears a black suit with his hair tied behind his head. When he smiled, he had spring brows and eyes. When he was stern, he was especially scared. He had a face comparable to an international superstar, but he had become the boss of an entertainment company.

Cheng Wen had always admired him. His A Qing was good-looking and competent, and he was very good at managing such a large company. Awesome.

At the same time, he couldn't help being afraid of him.

Because A Qing was always fierce to him.

Only this time he was simple and clear, which seemed to be the most accessible.

His face was so delicate that can't even see a trace of pores. His breathing was as peaceful and quiet as his sleep. Although the arm pressing on his chest still made Cheng Wen feel very uncomfortable, he was unwilling to destroy this beautiful moment.

It seemed that as long as he look at him this way, all the pain disappeared.

A Qing...I liked you so much.

Cheng Wen whispered in his heart.

The next moment, Jian Qing who was still asleep suddenly frowned, his pale lips lightly opened, and a vague name was whispered.

"Ran Ran……"

Cheng Wen was stunned.

Immediately Jian Qing opened his eyes. After seeing the man in front of him clearly, a trace of indescribable disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he took his hands and feet back from him angrily.

"Why do you stare at me?"

"I...I..." Peeking him was caught, Cheng Wen flushed with shame, and the old problem of stammering occurred again when he was nervous.

Jian Qing was most annoyed by his stupid appearance, frowning irritably, too lazy to look at him again, and sat up to check the phone on the bedside table.

It was eight o'clock.

After getting up and getting dressed, after washing, Jian Qing stood in front of the mirror, tidying up his tie, and commanded the man who stood behind him stupidly by the bed and didn't know what he was doing.

"From today on, you stay at home obediently and don’t run around. Aunt Chen asked for a leave to go home yesterday, so now you are a servant at home. You must maintain the sanitation of the house and prepare a hot dinner for me, waiting me to come back understood?"

"... I understand." Cheng Wen nodded obediently and whispered back.

"Yeah." Jian Qing thought for a while and added. "Also, before Aunt Chen comes back, you can't sleep too long anymore. Starting from tomorrow, you must get up early to prepare breakfast."

"...Okay." Cheng Wenying lowered, looking at his white and tender toes, didn't know what to think.

Jian Qing was very satisfied with his answer. Although he didn't care about the little fool so much. After Cheng Ran returned from studying abroad and he chased the man, the little fool would be of no use to him, but right now, he just didn’t want him to go out and get in touch with others and he just wanted to let his life only have himself.

After tidying up the clothes, Jian Qing glanced at him and walked out, "I'm going to work."

Cheng Wen's heart tensed, and suddenly raised his head to look at the tall and straight back, wringing his fingers.

"A Qing..."

"Huh?" Jian Qing looked back at him.

Cheng Wen hesitated, the corners of his eyes were a little red, "When you just went to bed, you seemed to call my brother's name..."

"You guys……"

"You got it wrong." Jian Qing interrupted him.