No Crying

"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.

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