Chapter 38 Touched him with selfish desires.
Yan Sheng glanced at Yan Shenyu with some trepidation.
Xie Siyan took a step forward and put it in Yan Shenyu's ear, lowered his voice and said, "The friend I told you before."
Yan Shenyu had already seen that Fu Jingran was Xie Siyan's mouth, the one who wanted to know Yan Sheng's friend.
Although it is the CP of the original work, Yan Shenyu did not match their minds. He chose to respect Yan Sheng's own wishes.
"Do you want to sit over there?" he asked Yan Sheng.
Yan Sheng glanced at Fu Jingran hesitantly. The latter met his gaze, and immediately showed a big smile. A pair of eyes stared straight at him, almost unable to restrain the admiration in his eyes.
Yan Shenyu: "..."
Help, more like a husky!
Yan Sheng was so frightened by his enthusiasm that he ducked, but instead of rejecting it, he nodded slightly to Yan Shenyu.
"Let's go then." Yan Shenyu nodded with a smile, and sat next to Xie Siyan.
Both pairs of children have found the organization, and only Fu Shuyu's injured world is completed.
Fu Shuyu frowned delicately and complained, "Why did you all abandon me, and I am left alone..."
Fu Jingran thought about it and said, "Then you and Yan Sheng change."
Now Yan Sheng Sheng sat between him and his uncle, and felt that he was a little nervous. It must be that the uncle was too fierce, and he wanted to change Yan Sheng to a position against the corner.
Fu Shuyu: ?
Fu Shuyu didn't want to change at first, but he suddenly thought of something, changed seats with Yan Sheng with a smile, and took the initiative to be next to their cold-faced uncle Fu Da.
The next moment, Fu Da looked down at him and said without emotion: "Your chair is crooked."
Fu Shuyu: "..."
Fu Shuyu adjusted the chair and asked eagerly, "Uncle, can we Change your location?"
After changing seats with Fu Da, he would be able to sit next to Xie Siyan.
"No." The latter rejected him without hesitation.
"Why?" Fu Shuyu was puzzled.
"Because there is a reporter across from your position with a three-seven haircut," the man glanced at him and said faintly, "I don't like it."
"Uh..."
"Don't you think your obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse? ?" Fu Shuyu complained, "You obviously didn't mind other people's hairstyles before." The
latter nodded: "I really don't mind, I just don't want to see it."
Fu Shuyu: "..." In the
end, Fu Shuyu still failed . Switching to Xie Siyan, he bit his lower lip and glanced at Xie Siyan sadly.
The latter, however, focused all his attention on Yan Shenyu and did not receive his gaze.
Yan Shenyu wore a pair of white tight breeches today, with a burgundy polo shirt and black leather boots, as retro as a Hong Kong star who came out of a pictorial in the 1990s.
Because the weather was too hot, he tucked his hair back, revealing the slender and white back of his neck. The side of his neck was wet, with a few strands of hair stuck to it.
The cicadas chirped outside, and occasionally there was the sound of horses walking.
It wasn't until this moment that Xie Siyan suddenly felt that summer was really here.
In the summer there were the wet skin of young boys, a gap between their lips exposed in the hot air, their breaths scorching hot, their lips redder than usual. Occasionally speaking, a row of white teeth is exposed, a slender neck is under the slender chin, the Adam's apple is protruding, and the collarbone is slightly curved. The flat chest was covered by the light clothes, and with the shallow and shallow breathing, it was like waves of waves rising and falling.
Xie Siyan suddenly felt that the temperature of the surrounding air was rising little by little, making his heart beat fast, his throat hoarse, and he couldn't wait to long for something.
When he came back to his senses, he saw Yan Shenyu's enlarged face, and the young man stared at him blankly, with curiosity and confusion in his eyes.
"Mr. Xie?"
Xie Siyan quickly turned his eyes away and handed over his handkerchief: "Zhaza."
Yan Shenyu gave him a strange look.
"You're sweating," Xie Siyan tried to say in a cold tone, "Wipe it off first."
Does this mean that he's sweating?
Do you really stink? Yan Shenyu lowered her head and smelled it, but of course she didn't smell anything.
Most of the boys stink after exercising, but Yan Shenyu has almost no body odor. Even if he usually finishes exercising, he just sweats, and there is no strange smell.
How long has he been out now? How can there be a taste?
But he suddenly remembered that Xie Siyan was a clean freak and could not be measured by a normal person's brain.
The problem is that they haven't seen each other for so long, and now they finally meet once, but Xie Siyan actually dislikes him and sweats?
are you crazy? Yan Shenyu glared at Xie Siyan, dragged the handkerchief from his hand angrily, and wiped it on his body casually.
After wiping, he realized he didn't have a handkerchief in his pocket, but he couldn't carry a dirty handkerchief all day. Yan Shenyu hesitated for a while, then began to look for the trash can in the room.
Anyway, Xie Siyan is rich and powerful, so he shouldn't give him a mere handkerchief, right?
After looking around, Yan Shenyu finally found a trash can next to Xie Siyan. It's not that he's blind, it's mainly that this club thief is particular about a trash can that is disguised as a work of art and is still inductive.
Yan Shenyu raised her hand to open the trash can, but Xie Siyan pinched her wrist before she could move.
When he looked up, he met the man's dark eyes and stared straight at him, as if he was looking at some prey.
"What are you doing?" Xie Siyan asked him in a deep voice.
Yan Shenyu: "Throw the trash?"
Xie Siyan frowned, and his voice became deeper: "You want to lose my handkerchief?"
"The clothes I wear today have no pockets, so I can only hold my cell phone in my hand," Yan Shenyu tried to explain, "It's not that Place..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Shenyu suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.
Xie Siyan suddenly took the handkerchief from his hand and put it back in the pocket of his tuxedo. His entire movements were extremely natural, and there was no sign of reluctance at all.
As soon as this action came out, several people around were surprised to varying degrees.
"Thank you, President Xie?" Yan Shenyu was also stunned for a long time, and then she opened her mouth to remind, "That's what I used..."
Xie Siyan gave him a sidelong glance, and said coldly, "This is mine. Handkerchief."
"That's not what I meant," Yan Shenyu reminded politely, "I used it, it was dirty..."
"So you're going to throw away my handkerchief?" Xie Siyan gave him a sideways glance. He pretended to be indifferent and said, "Do you know how many silkworms are working hard to make this handkerchief? How many workers have worked hard?"
Yan Shenyu looked blank: "Ah?"
Xie Siyan: " And you actually want to throw away the handkerchief?"
Who said to him last time, "I don't want to wash it"? Yan Shenyu was a little speechless: "Mr. Xie, what about your cleanliness addiction?"
"Who said I have a cleanliness addiction?" Xie Siyan retorted slowly, "I just prefer cleanliness." Yan
Shenyu: "..."
A waiter came in to deliver tea, and he was still two meters away from Xie Siyan, who had already moved his chair to hide from him. The waiter thought he was polite and smiled at him embarrassedly.
It wasn't until the waiter left that Yan Shenyu glanced at Xie Siyan, who was almost shoulder to shoulder with him, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Someone came here."
"So?"
"If I don't come, he might meet me."
Yan Shenyu: "..."
So you are still a clean freak, right? !
Yan Shenyu found out that Xie Siyan's mood has become more and more cloudy recently. It's like this for a while, and it's like that for a while. It's like a high school girl who has a temper with her boyfriend. You have to put down your body and coax him to be willing...
Wait, why did he put down his body to coax Xie Siyan? What does Xie Siyan's stinky face have to do with him?
Yan Shenyu was too lazy to pay attention to Xie Siyan, he took a sip of tea from the teacup, and focused on the stallion on display.
Compared to the annoying Xie Siyan, these horses are still cuter.
Yan Shenyu raised his head again, because he had missed several horses because of Xie Siyan's interruption just now.
What came over now was a black-furred thoroughbred horse, with a graceful physique. The black fur exudes a silky sheen in the sun, and the outline of the muscles can be seen clearly. What's more special is that it has a white mark on its forehead, which is very impressive.
Yan Shenyu looked at the manual. This is a national first-level horse race. The former Olympic champion Feiyan has won 8 championships in his career. He is a hot super stallion in the equestrian circle.
According to legend, Feiyan has been bred 60 times, and the price of each mating is as high as 2 million. But even so, it is still hard to find a "fine". Even if it is simply selling sperm, each milliliter of sperm can be sold for $1,500, which is a high quality that all men should be ashamed of.
If you extract 100 ml once a day, you will earn $150,000 a day just from selling sperm. The breeding period is as long as 8 months a year, and that year there is an income of 36 million US dollars, more than 200 million yuan.
This is not pure horse racing, this is simply a moving treasure house, no wonder so many rich people are obsessed with horse racing.
Seeing Yan Shenyu beside him almost fascinated, Xie Siyan asked him, "Do you like it?"
Yan Shenyu nodded, her eyes sparkling. Regardless of the exaggerated expenses of these famous horses, he still likes the horses themselves.
"I can get a breeding quota for Feiyan," Xie Siyan said. "If you are pregnant now, you will be able to give birth to a pony in a year."
"Ah? To give birth to a pony?" Yan Shenyu was stunned.
Xie Siyan was also stunned: "Don't you want it?"
"It's not that you don't want to, such a handsome horse naturally wants it, but I don't think it is necessary." Yan Shenyu shook his head, "I'm just an amateur player, buy This kind of competition-level bloodline is a waste of their talents."
Xie Siyan looked down at him, seeming a little surprised. "You think, these horses could have shined
on the Olympic arena, but if they were bought by me, they might have been fostered at the horse farm, and I would play with him when I was in the mood."
Thinking about it, this is indeed what Yan Shenyu would say.
Other equestrian enthusiasts are competing for the birth and pedigree of horses.
However, Yan Shenyu can inexplicably jump out of involution in this aspect, not for money, not for fame and fortune, but just a pure hobby.
Xie Siyan thought he already knew him, but at this moment he felt that his understanding of Yan Shenyu was far from enough.
Looking at the other party's bright eyes, Xie Siyan suddenly felt his heart beating rapidly. Want to know him better, want to know more about him, want to stay with him all the time...
"Huh?" Yan Shenyu looked up at him, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xie Siyan finally Realizing that his gaze was too hot, he calmly looked away, but couldn't hide his rapid heartbeat.
"It seems that those of us who only love thoroughbred horses have to reflect and reflect." The Fu family's uncle next to Yan Shenyu suddenly opened his mouth, his tone was smiling, and there was a hint of kindly ridicule.
"No, everyone has different standards," Yan Shenyu shook his head. "You are willing to entrust your horses to the organization, but I don't want to play so professionally."
"I really don't want to compete?" Fu Da next to him asked him.
"It's okay to run once in a while, but I don't need to think about being a professional." Yan Shenyu took a sip of tea and shook his head. "If it's my horse, I just want it to be a happy salted fish. Look at Yun, go out for a run when you're happy, and chase your favorite mare during the breeding season."
"That's not bad, there's no pressure." Fu Da nodded, but glanced at him from time to time.
Yan Shenyu paid all his attention to the interaction between Yan Sheng and Fu Jingran, and did not notice his abnormality.
Xie Siyan looked back displeased, as if the site had been provoked by a beast.
Only then did Fu Da come back to his senses and bowed slightly: "Sorry, his cup was released."
Xie Siyan realized that Fu Da was not looking at Yan Shenyu himself, but the tea cup in front of him - Yan Shenyu just now. After Shen Yu finished drinking the tea, he put it back into the teacup, and a small half of it was hanging in the air.
Xie Siyan coughed lightly, looked away in embarrassment, raised his hand and pushed in the teacup that Yan Shenyu had just put on the table. The arrangement gap is just right, and the 6 teacups are scattered on the coffee table, like a circle of scattered flowers.
Only then did Fu Da withdraw his gaze and smiled at him gently: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Xie Siyan withdrew his gaze, inexplicably a little guilty.
However, after a while, he found that Fu Da was looking at Yan Shenyu. This time, he watched it twice and was sure that Fu Da was indeed looking at Yan Shenyu himself.
Xie Siyan: ?
Fu Da smiled and pointed to the position of his temple, Xie Siyan noticed that there was a strand of broken hair on Yan Shenyu's left temple, but not on his right.
Xie Siyan: "..."
Every time I go out with Fu Da, this person looks like a university professor with obsessive-compulsive disorder. They are already used to it and don't mind cooperating with his innocuous little hobbies. It's like he has a cleanliness addiction himself, and no friends will deliberately dirty him.
But recently, Fu Da's obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting more and more serious, right? Even people's hairstyles have to be managed?
Xie Siyan didn't want to get used to him, so he looked back coldly and chose to ignore it.
Fu Da was not angry either, but kept looking at Yan Shenyu, seeing that Xie Siyan couldn't bear it, and finally reminded Yan Shenyu.
"Your hair is loose." He said in Yan Shenyu's ear.
Yan Shenyu felt it for a moment, then shook his head: "It's not gone."
Xie Siyan: "You have broken hair next to you."
"So?" Yan Shenyu looked back at him with a strange expression, "What do you want?"
Xie Shi Yan opened his mouth, with an expression of hesitating to speak. After a short stalemate, he seemed to have made a very important decision.
The next moment, he raised his right hand and placed it beside Yan Shenyu's ear. In Yan Shenyu's shocked eyes, he cautiously and solemnly pinned the strand of hair on the side of his ear behind his ear.
After finishing this series of actions, he immediately withdrew his hand, and his whole body was obviously tense.
Immediately afterwards, he stood up in a hurry, Yan Shenyu didn't react at all, so he made an excuse to leave in a hurry.
Suddenly, Yan Shenyu came back to his senses: ? ?
Xie Siyan's muscles were tense, and his expression was terrifyingly gloomy, scaring a large number of people who wanted to come over for friendship.
When he returned to his private VIP room, Xie Siyan closed the door under the shocked gaze of the waiter. Then he leaned his back against the wall, his chest heaving up and down, finally revealing a hint of suppressed emotion.
Just now, at the moment when he put the broken hair in Yan Shenyu's ear behind his ear, he almost couldn't help stroking Yan Shenyu's cheek.
No, not almost, he had touched his face at all.
Fingertips tucked into his hair, brushed over his temples, palms wrapped around his round ears. When he left, his fingertips lingered across the young man's smooth jawline, and even held his profile in a cowardly manner... In
the name of helping Yan Shenyu get his hair, he touched him with selfish desires.
No, not just touching his cheeks, his self-control has been doomed to collapse since the first face of the long-awaited reunion this morning.
In those days when we didn't see each other, he forced himself not to look for him. As a result, every ounce of desire was accumulated, and it accumulated little by little into a solid dam, making him think that his heart was still solid.
Until he saw Yan Shenyu again, all his persistence suddenly burst at the moment of reunion, and emotions swept him like a storm, making him unable to restrain his desire to invade his lips and tear his collar...
In the private VIP room, Xie Siyan was sitting on the sofa wearing a tuxedo. A slightly wrinkled handkerchief was covering his face, and a certain part of his body was raised in the shadows.
The horses neighed outside the window, and the man's Adam's apple slid heavily. Even if he was wearing a gentleman's tuxedo, he couldn't stop the possessiveness that was about to burst out.
Yes, this is an unquestionable fact.
He wanted to hug him, possess him, make him his own.