Chapter 13 Sour and slippery

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Early the next morning, Qin Luoning played in the room and threw all the things that Qin Sheng had given him before and carefully treasured them into the sundry room.

Finally, he took down the only photo of his parents on the wall, and a large part of the bedside wall was vacated.

Qin Luoning picked up a painting given to him by Shen Qiao and his birthday and planned to hang it on the wall instead of his parents' group photo.

At this time, Shen Qiao, who was finally looking forward to sleeping a little longer during the holiday, was woken up by the movement in Qin Luoning's room.

It was fruitless to cover his head in the quilt to isolate the noise, and Shen Qiao and sat up with the air of getting up.

When I walked to the door of Qin Luoning, I wanted to see how the puppy was tossing in the early morning. Shen Qiaohe happened to see Qin Luoning standing barefoot on the bed, holding a large picture in his hand and arguing on the empty wall at the head of the bed.

The painting was sent by Shen Qin Luoning on his birthday. Shen Qiaohe didn't tell him that he actually painted it himself.

Shen Qiao and the original got up anger and laughed when they saw that the dog could not go to the wall no matter how he fought against the painting.

Hearing the laughter, Qin Luoning turned around.

I happened to see the man wearing a silk robe and leaning lazily against the door. Shen Qiao and the robe they wore were only fixed with a belt of the same material, revealing the color of a large white flower from close to the thighs.

Shen Qiaohe's legs were slender and his skin was snow-white. His hands were held lazily on his chest. There was still a trace of fatigue that did not wake up on his face, and his eyes were dislike red. His eyes glanced diagonally at him.

It looks a little... Seductive.

Qin Luoning was very heartbeat. He remembered that when he went out with men before, this person would always provoke peach blossoms, both men and women.

For the first time he looked at each other so carefully, Qin Luoning had to admit that Shen Qiao and Zhen really had the capital to stir flowers and grass.

He looks gentle, but he is not a mother at all. And Qin Luoning has seen Shen Qiao and strength. The other party's muscles are symmetrical and beautiful, which is better than the figure of any model he has ever seen.

Qin Luoning looked stunned and couldn't move until he heard Shen Qiaohe ask him, "What are you doing?"

Qin Luoning recovered in a hurry. Under the man's gaze, he inexplicably felt that his ears were a little hot: "Hang, hang pictures."

Shen Qiaohe got up from the half-lean door frame, walked slowly to Qin Luoning, and asked, "Do you like it?"

Qin Luoning lowered his head and dared not look at him. He generously admitted, "Yes."

Shen Qiaohe rubbed a puppy's hair: "There is nothing on the wall. How can you hang it?"

Only then did Qin Luoning find himself stupid, and he was shyed and annoyed for a moment.

Shen Qiao and then laughed at him, and Qin Luoning's face was about to explode when he smiled. Shen Qiaohe stopped it when he saw it was good. He couldn't make people anxious. The puppy was anxious, but he would bite people.

Qin Luoning was still standing in a daze. Shen Qiaohe said, "Wait."

After a while, Shen Qiaohe came back with a traceless nail in his hand.

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