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Chapter 100 Deep Meaning 1

Just as Ye Lang hung up the phone with him, he heard a hooligan whistle before turning around.

He ignored it and turned around to leave. The man dragged his tone and called him lazily, "I can't even eat, just to call your brother?"

"roll."

Ye Mingguan, this self-righteous bastard, doesn't have the decency of Ye Mingyuan and Ye Qingsang, but has a pretty face.At this moment, he was not far away, looking at him with ill intentions, "I said, why does my sister give away a watch or a pair, no wonder—"

Anyway, there was no one around, Ye Lang stopped in his tracks, tore off the skin of education, turned his gaze coldly, with a gloomy expression, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Of course it does matter, I'm your brother too." Ye Mingguan smiled maliciously, "Maybe we have the same taste," his voice gradually lowered, until the last word was almost breathless, and it was close to your ear Talking as if playing tricks, "Everyone likes chaos."

Ye Lang said contemptuously: "You like a gangster who is older than your mother, an old woman from the society, and you are ashamed to say that we have the same taste."

The smile of the young man on the opposite side deepened, with a pair of peach-blossom eyes slanted at the end of his eyes, which was suppressed by eyelashes, leaving only a gleam of light in his eyes, "In terms of taste, we are the same. go to bed."

"Are you itchy?" Ye Lang lost interest in chatting with him, and warned him with his eyes to say another word, and he started fighting right here.Ye Mingguan withdrew his supernatural power very cooperatively, and only said softly when he passed by, "I also bought you a gift—by the way, I also gave you a birthday present. It's in your room."

Ye Lang stepped up the long stone steps without looking back.

Every line of the majestic mansion is decorated with lights, as if it is on fire, outlining an astonishing splendor.The night was so dark that it turned blue, and it was thick and colorful.

Ye Qian is going to make a fuss every two days.He usually cleans up the room by himself, and his appearance is still eye-catching. In addition, he guards his house like an old hen guarding his cubs, so no one usually cares about him.

During the two days of house cleaning, Lin Zhi planned to tidy up his room thoroughly. When he opened those drawers, he found a large pile of paintings densely packed into bricks.

She was startled, turned her head, and saw her son being picked up like a fig leaf, and was so angry that he hugged his head and cried.

The whole family frantically comforted him for a long time, and finally managed to calm him down. Ye Jingzhi tentatively asked him if he could take a look at his paintings.Ye Qian wiped away his tears and snot, took the three of them to his room, moved the bookcase vigorously, there was a series of muffled bangs, and the full drawing paper between the bookshelf and the wall spilled all over the floor.

Every drawer, the bottom of the bed, the gap between the cabinet and the wall, the blank space in the pages, all the books...all are paintings.

Huo Yang picked it up and found that most of these were painted with hard pens, and a few were watercolors with strange colors. But when he took a closer look, he found that these were not watercolor paints, they seemed to be... sauces used in the kitchen, And vegetable juices.

Most of Ye Qian's paintings are portraits, obviously he doesn't understand "three courtyards, five eyes, four highs and three lows", the people he draws lack arms and legs, some have no head, some have no face.Except for the weird creatures he drew, only Ye Jingzhi, Lin Zhi and Huo Yang had complete limbs.Those people are silhouettes of a certain emotion at a certain moment, with distorted limbs. I don't know where he observed them.

What surprised Huo Yang the most was a picture scroll nearly one meter long.The drawing paper was glued together with more than a dozen sheets of A4 printing paper, and it is a top view of Lujiazui, Shanghai.

In his memory, the whole family only went to Shanghai Pudong once when they were thirteen or fourteen years old, and walked around the sightseeing hall on the 100th floor of the World Financial Center.Huo Yang has been to Shanghai far more times than Ye Qian. He recognized at a glance that this perspective was only available on the 100th floor of the World Financial Center. The surrounding buildings are partly different from his memory, but the degree of restoration of the river is very good. amazing.

Both Ye Jingzhi and Lin Zhi were taken aback.Ye Qian didn't notice that his status in the family had quietly changed from a waste to a potential stock. He was only concentrating on getting angry from embarrassment, showing them a glance, and then put away all the paintings again.

These few days, Ye Lin and his wife have been running around, contacting various people, planning to find a professional teacher for their son and recommend him; Huo Yang is in charge of taking Ye Qian out to play, so they can quietly take out those paintings.

Huo Yang took him to various art galleries, Ye Qian was very excited during the day, and when he came home at night and found his things had been turned over, he was furious, almost tormenting him to death.

When visiting art museums, this kid is very quiet, pointing his fingers, he can concentrate on a painting for half an hour.Huo Yang accompanied him, wandering around in the deserted art gallery, unable to make a phone call, so he could only think about that brat idly, and recalled a bunch of old memories.

He remembered that when Ye Lang was still four years old, he followed Lin Zhi to Ye Qiru's house as a guest.Next to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bright and bright living room, there is a large bamboo and rattan hanging chair, like a big birdcage, with a pile of cushions and a small child in the cushions gently shaking.

The child's upper body was lying on the glass, and he was looking into the garden with ecstasy, where there were chirping birds and the clear and distant sky.

Huo Yang approached him cautiously, the child saw his shadow on the glass, turned his head, a pair of big eyes with familiar colors absorbed his sight, they were crystal clear and never accommodated dirt.

"My name is Huo Yang." The 12-year-old boy bent down, rubbed his fingertips on the child's immature cheek, "what's your name?"

The child looked at him innocently, babbling and babbling, "Yi... Ye..."

He read it over and over again, but only one word "Ye" came out.

Huo Yang taught him patiently, "Ye-Lang."

"Ye... Ang..." He looked at Huo Yang, and suddenly called out in a soft, nasal childish voice, "...Yang Shu!"

"Yes, I am the poplar tree." Huo Yang stretched out an index finger and drew a circle in front of his eyes. The child reflexively grabbed his finger and shook it twice in surprise, "The big poplar tree grows There are many leaves, many small leaves like you... the big poplar can protect his leaves."

From Lunar New Year's Eve until Lichun, Huo Yang took two days off and made it into ten days, and went to pick up his little boy on the ninth day of the ninth day.

Ye Lang didn't bring many things back to his grandfather's house, and he didn't need to bring anything at all, everything is readily available here.He walked out of the bright hall with a backpack on his back, and in the Elysee-style square courtyard surrounded by the dazzling winter sky, he looked up and saw Huo Yang leaning against the car.

As if a boulder fell to the ground, Ye Lang suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and the aftershocks slowly dispelled the haze in his heart.

He glanced back at the sea-blue ceiling, the stone walls faded to light gray by the weather.

"One government, one army, one business?" He sneered lightly in his heart, "Go to hell!"

Huo Yang watched the young man approaching, vaguely felt that he had undergone some indescribable changes, and when he stood still in front of him with a smile on his face, he felt that nothing had changed. feel.

Xiao Biesheng was newly married, it was really exciting, Huo Yanggang drove the car out of the gate of Ye's house, and when he heard Ye Lang sticking to his ear, "Stop" with hot breath, he licked his ear again with the sound of water , Sanity was blown to pieces.

He put his arms around Ye Lang's neck, he couldn't breathe due to the overheated kiss, and the clothes tucked into his trousers were pulled out forcefully, Huo Yang only remembered a flash of light beside him...it seemed to be a silver-gray luxury car The car passed by.

This place is private territory, not many people come and go.Huo Yang didn't care about it at all, but Ye Lang didn't care about it.After returning home, he pressed Huo Yang against the wall again, pried open his lips that ached from being sucked, and disturbed his breathing unreasonably.

Uncle Huo's physical needs are not that urgent. He feels that when two men get home, they can't even wait to get into bed, so they get entangled in disheveled clothes... It's really indecent, comparable to the animal world.But Ye Lang was so anxious that it seemed a little panicky, and he could only respond enthusiastically, finally getting rid of the ADHD out of breath.

He had to go back to his wicked class the next day, and today he was pestered by Ye Lang.Ruanrouxiang made him dizzy, and he didn't even know that the motorcycle key was stolen for the second time.

In the afternoon of the next day, he drove into the garage and got out of the car. First, he was shocked by the wild beauty of Ye Lang, who was holding the front handlebar slightly, and riding on the motorcycle. The second reaction was: "Fuck!"

The locomotive was lifted off the ground with a simple device consisting of jacks, iron plates, and a few steel pipes, and it roared lowly. Ye Lang was obviously just feeling the performance, so he said perfunctorily, "I accidentally picked it up, so I used it to play. "

Huo Yang, "..."

The car keys are obviously hidden in one of the [-] books on the shelf!Huo Yang also chose a hard-shell book, dug out a square, and stuffed it into an extremely hidden corner on a high place, even he himself forgot where it was!

Ye Lang looked at him, and smiled smugly, "You haven't cleaned the bookshelf for a long time, and you never look for housekeeping. I'll look for whatever is clean, and I'll find one right."

"Then how do you know it's on the bookshelf?"

"Once I went to pick up a book from the bookshelf, and your face changed, I thought there was something wrong." Ye Lang turned the handlebar once and for all, "Brother, can I drive out to play?"

"No way," Huo Yang didn't even think about it, went up and turned off the car keys for him, "You have to have a limit to your death."

Ye Lang grabbed his wrist and didn't let him open the car keys.He and Huo Yang looked at each other for a while, and finally said: "Ye Mingguan wants to race with me. He gave me his club's black card, and I can pick up any motorcycle or sports car. He has won F3 amateur racing The champion or the runner-up, I have to prepare."

"You prodigals are really interesting." Huo Yang didn't let go of his hand on the car keys, "Well, I'll break your leg first, what do you think?"

Ye Lang said: "I have a reason this time, I need him to keep a secret for me."

"What secret?"

Ye Lang rolled his eyes, got off the car, pointed at the motorcycle and said to Huo Yang, "Come on, I'll tell you."

Huo Yang glanced at him, and stepped up without saying a word.He stepped on the ground to stabilize himself, "Okay, let's talk."

Ye Lang turned on the car key, and the car lights suddenly turned on.As if a shot of irritable blood had been injected, the roar accompanied by a slight pleasant vibration resonated from Huo Yang's crotch clinging to the car body to his whole body.

"You feel it first." He held Huo Yang's hand and put it on the handlebar. "When driving at high speed, the center of gravity of the lower body is behind, and the upper body should be kept as low as possible to reduce the resistance of the wind... Twist the accelerator."

Huo Yang twisted the right handlebar according to his words, the low panting of the locomotive suddenly became thicker, and waves of violent power flowed continuously in the body, as if this was not a pile of steel, but a real life and unruly head The beast, scratching the ground impatiently with its claws, longed to pounce out and grind its teeth to suck blood.

He licked his dry lips and somewhat understood why Ye Lang was obsessed with this thing.

desire to conquer.

The arm was suddenly pulled away, and a black shadow suddenly fell in front of Huo Yang's eyes. He almost couldn't stabilize the motorcycle, so he hurriedly supported the ground, walked around the boy's waist and grabbed the handlebar, "What are you doing?"

Ye Lang separated his legs and rode on the bike facing him, but the fuel tank between the handlebars and the seat was quite high, so he couldn't touch the ground after riding on it, so he could only rely on Huo Yang to support the motorcycle.

Ye Lang rubbed his lips, and went down his earlobe, grabbing the skin on the side of the young man's neck. While harassing him condescendingly, he still reminded: "Don't move around, this car weighs more than 300 kilograms, it's down To break our legs..."

Huo Yang's two angers surged up at the same time, and the veins on his forehead twitched from being harassed by this fucking thing, but he couldn't pull him down and beat his ass, so he had to try his best to support him, and bit his shoulder hard.

The little wolf cubs are very promising now, extravagant and dissipated, no one will fall, all of them are good players.

In the afternoon, Ye Mingyuan went to CES to buy a large black-tech TV and sound system. The staff installed them in the master bedroom with clangs and clangs, and after debugging, the room was turned into a small theater with [-] stereos.In the evening, Ye Lang took Huo Yang to the house where his father used to live, closed the curtains, and said they wanted to watch a movie together.

Huo Yang spread out on the bed and waited for him to fiddle with it. Just as he grabbed a handful of blueberries, an extremely shocking picture appeared on the five-meter-long curved giant screen: This bastard actually played a GV!

"Get lost!" Huo Yang jumped up like a rocket launcher, grabbed a pillow and beat him up.Ye Lang laughed out loud, and was kicked out by him, fighting guerrilla warfare all over the room.

When the two of them were fighting, the sound system was still playing all kinds of background music dutifully, the sound was so three-dimensional, it is estimated that people in this room could be heard watching movies with 200 million devices in a radius of ten miles.

He can't afford this face!Huo Yang turned around, planning to destroy the computer first, and then kill the culprit.At this time, two arms wrapped around his waist, Huo Yang grabbed the man's collar with his backhand without turning his head, and dragged him out from behind forcefully.

Ye Lang was pressed against the edge of the table by him, with one hand propped on the table, his waist slightly leaned back, and he was forced to bend into a contradictory and feminine posture.He blinked, and suddenly looked back.

Huo Yang turned his head reflexively, and then wished he could take out his hippocampus and wash it clean.

On the giant screen, the two men were entangled with each other, and the winking eye at the bottom was moaning, moaning and wriggling like silk. With the snow-white curtain and the hazy morning light, there was still a bit of beauty.Sensational gasps and cums surround the ears, and the sound hits the eardrum.

He turned his head again and saw the little brat being held in his hands, his eyes were so clear that they seemed to be filled with water, and he called out "Brother Huo Yang" in a naive and seductive tone.

——They didn't watch any movies that night.

So on the weekend, Huo Yang hired him a regular racing track in the suburbs of Beijing. After spending money, he realized that he had also been corrupted by "extravagance and lust".

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There will be a second update tonight, and it is expected to be sweet again... Ten chapters are over?