Jiang Qing went into the bathroom to wash and then realized that this was Ying Qiao's house and he didn't have his clothes to change.

Fortunately, there was a new bath towel in the bathroom, so he casually wrapped the bath towel around his waist and prepared to find Jiaotu's clothes to put it in.

Ying Qiao was sitting in the living room. When he saw him coming out of the bathroom, his eyes subconsciously chased him, and then he stopped.

A white bath towel is surrounded by a waist, and the bath towel is visible at a glance.

Jiang Qing's skin is very white, not unhealthy pale or pale, but milky white like milk, exuding a healthy vitality. Because after taking a shower, the skin still has a redness of water vapor. The water droplets that have not been dried at the ends of the hair should be dripped without dripping, and a crystal clear pill adorned on the ends of the dark hair.

Ying Qiao's eyes unconsciously condensed on the water droplet. The water droplet shook, and then shook again, and finally couldn't bear the dripping, just falling into the depression of the collarbone and shoulder lines. Jiang Qing shrank his shoulders in fear of the cold, and the water droplets slid from the depression, sliding down the smooth and tight muscle lines, and finally hidden in the bath towel.

Ying Qiao always regarded Jiang Leng as a young boy who had not grown up, but at this time he suddenly realized that he had already had the momentum of an adult. His body lines were smooth, his muscles were tight but not exaggerated, and a thin layer covered his bones, but full of strength and vitality.

This is an adult body that is implicit and restrained, full of power and beauty.

Ying Qiao rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed, as if he didn't feel it was enough, so he twisted the mineral water on the table and took a sip. His eyes were unnaturally turned aside and did not look at Jiang Qing anymore.

Jiang Xun looked through Jiaotu's suitcase and found a T-shirt to put on, but it was a little small. The T-shirt was tightly attached to him, even a piece of his waist was exposed.

Jiang Luan pulled the hem of her clothes and took it off again. He looked at Ying Qiao naturally: "Can you lend me your clothes to wear? I can't wear them, my cousin."

His eyes were bright and his attitude was generous and frank. He didn't feel shy or embarrassed.

After all, it was not a human. In ancient times, no monster was running around wearing scales or fur. According to human understanding, it would not be much better than a red, naked body.

So in Jiang Qing's perception, this is a very common thing.

Ying Qiao's eyes did not fall on him anymore, and he reacted half a beat slower and stood up: "I'll get it for you."

He took a set of pajamas and a new pair of underwear and came out: "It's all new."

He said again: "You can rest in my room, I won't sleep."

Jiang Qing did not be polite to him, bent her eyes towards him, then went to the master bedroom to change clothes, then opened the door and poked her head and said, "Then I'll have a sleep first, look at the Ni Ni and the others, don't let them play games secretly."

After a pause, he said, "If you want to sleep, come in. I have a good sleep and will not be woken up."

Ying Qiao's bed is very big, and it is impossible to squeeze in if two people sleep.

Ying Qiao responded perfunctorily.

I was a little out of shape and was restless.

Jiang Qing then covered her door and went to sleep.

Ying Qiao stared at the closed door without any focus. After watching for a while, he stood up and walked a few steps anxiously. The bottle of unwritten mineral water had been drunk, and he still felt anxious.

The clamor of restlessness is just not able to suppress it.

Ying Qiao became irritable with his naked eyes, but at this time the cell phone on the coffee table rang like a death-seeking sound. He took a look and found that it was from Taifeng.

Looking back at the closed door, Ying Qiao loosened the buttons of her shirt, picked up her phone and went to the stairwell.

The voice was low and dumb, and it felt irritable.

"Is there something wrong?"

Tai Feng keenly noticed his emotional changes, and his momentum of inciting the crime became weaker: "You flew directly to Sanshui Village last night, and caused a thunderstorm. Some humans recorded it with a camera. Now you are full of videos on the Internet."

Ying Qiao said, "Just ask the Internet Supervision Department to delete it."

Taifeng was ignited by his attitude and said angrily: "Do you still need to say this? The Internet Supervision Department has deleted it for a night! But the videos have been turned crazy online and cannot be deleted at all!"

He cursed again: "Are these netizens sick? The videos are all reposted to seek good luck and get rich and get rid of singleness!"

Is it crazy to ask Yinglong, the old Dogecoin?

Not afraid of being struck to death by lightning.

Ying Qiao looked cold and said, "You called me and said this?"

Taifeng's voice suddenly surged eight degrees: "I'm telling you that you lost your score! Ignoring the rules in the city will cause major public opinion, and it will be deducted twenty!"

"Twenty?" Ying Qiao stood up a little straight this time: "How many points do I have left?"

This time, Taifeng was very cold: "Five points."

"Just five points?"

Taifeng: "Don't you know how many points you have been deducted?"

Ying Qiao frowned and said, "Then it's the same rule. I'll ask the finance department to send you money."

Tai Feng was so angry that he felt a little more comfortable and said barely: "Hurry up and hand over the fine, so I can add a bonus to the Internet Supervision Department."

Ying Qiao sneered and signaled to know.

A large fine was immediately paid, and Taifeng felt a little more happy, and a gossipy heart began to revitalize again: "I heard that this time it was for the little monster you raised? It was so anxious. How long has it been raised? The relationship was so deep?"

He felt that Ying Qiao had no heart at all. How could an old Dogecoin do such an old hen protect his cub?

Isn't this contrary to common sense?

Ying Qiao did not make a sound, but he did not hang up the phone.

Taifeng waited for gossip with great enthusiasm.

As a result, I heard Ying Qiao say, "Whether the relationship is deep or not depends on who you are. If it is replaced by you, it will be shallow."

Taifeng:...

As soon as he opened his mouth, a "beep" sound came from the receiver, as if Ying Qiao was silently mocking him.

Taifeng blew the phone angrily and thought to himself that I will deduct all the points next time I will not open the back door for you, do you believe it?

Ying Qiao hung up the phone and did not enter the house immediately.

He leaned against the wall, his face changed and his mind was full of little monsters.

The pleasing face shook once more, and Ying Qiao's breath became more chaotic.

The Dragon Clan is a race that values ​​desires, and the Yinglong Clan is no exception. But Ying Qiao has always been proud and conceited, and no one looks down on him except himself. In ancient times, there were monsters who dared to ask for pleasure with him, one was one, and they were all beaten to hide from him.

So much so that thousands of years have passed, he is still a dragon.

Gengchen once wondered if he had any obstacles, otherwise, he would not have any desires in that aspect if he was a good dragon.

Ying Qiao sneered at Gengchen's idiot speculation at that time.

He just looked down on him.

There is probably nothing he can look down on in this world.

As a result, the little monster easily aroused his thoughts today.

Ying Qiao tried his best to calm down the disordered breathing, suppressing the scene of his brain shaking, his eyes a little red and his mind was a little confused.

It seemed that since Sanshui Village, everything was in chaos. He actually had an idea about the little monster.

Ying Qiao tried hard to recall, how old is the little monster?

After thinking about it, I found that I couldn't remember it clearly. Anyway, it wouldn't be big. I must be much smaller than him, and I'm still a little boy.

You can be the ancestor of a little monster at your age.

Ying Qiao rarely condemned himself. How could he have such thoughts about his own children? This is not what a responsible parent should do.

He murmured this sentence in his heart, calmed down for a long time before returning to the room.

Jiang Qing was still sleeping, and Qi Qing and Jiaotu had no tablet to play games, so they watched TV in the living room. The sound was very small, so they were afraid that Jiang Qing would sleep.

Ying Qiao went to wash his face, quickly glanced at the empty door, and went to the balcony with anger.

His fingers hit the screen of the phone, and the frequency of rapidity and slowness was the same as his current mood. Ying Qiao tried his best to put aside the thoughts in his mind and get everything back on track.

But sometimes the more I don’t think about it, the more I have to think about it.

The knocking finger paused. Ying Qiao's face was so gloomy that it was about to rain. He clicked on WeChat, and his fingers scratched the chat list, and finally landed on the dialog box of Xie Jiao.

They all have raised cubs, so they should be more experienced.

He frowned and thought for a while, and sent a message: [Do you like your brother?]

Sui replied to a question mark: [Of course I like it.]

Ying Qiao asked again: [Then will you like your brother holding you?]

Jiao was speechless: [I share the same body with the worm.]

That's right, although they all raise cubs, their situation is still a little different. Ying Qiao changed his question.

[I have a friend who raised a little boy a while ago. The little boy is well-behaved and sensible, and he is very close to his eyes. He has always been raised by his younger brother. But something happened recently, and my friend's mentality seems to have changed a little. When the little boy hugged him, he will be restless... In short, the relationship is not that pure.]

Jiao said: [The friend you are talking about is yourself, right?]

Ying Qiao:????

[no.]

I replied again: [How come I have such a beastly idea? I asked my friend and saw how to persuade him.]

Jiaoxin said that everyone who asked his friends was actually asking him questions. But Ying Qiao didn't admit it, so he had to follow his words and say: [What's the point of persuasion? Isn't this something you want to do with me?]

Ying Qiao's heart was slightly moved: [Don't you think it's too beastly? My friend is about the same age as me, and he can probably be his ancestor for the little boy.]

[Zao: Do ​​you mind the age difference?]

Ying Qiao thought about it carefully, but he didn't mind the age difference, but he couldn't accept the change of the role for a while. He couldn't think about it carefully. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was the weird uncle who deceived the cubs in the story.

[Ying Qiao: No, I just think it's like coaxing a cub.] A little guilty.

Jiao Xin said that Yinglong’s moral bottom line is quite high: [Jiang Lvang is already at work and can live independently, so he can’t be considered a cub, right?]

Ying Qiao almost didn't get the phone firmly. He typified it word by word: [It's my friend, it has nothing to do with Jiang Qing.]

I felt that I couldn't give me practical advice, so I replied to him that "I'll talk about something else" and simply quit WeChat.
Chapter completed!