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Qinghe took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, looked at Feng Zhou with dark eyes, pursed his lips and did not answer for a while.

It's okay not to meet each other. When I see him, I will understand how much I miss him. Feng Zhou can't help but feel worried when he sees He has been silent. Maybe at this age, even brothers are not suitable to say such things.

Feng Zhou pretended to be relaxed, and continued: "I still want to talk to you, are you really too busy to talk to me?"

Qinghe turned off the software and turned off the computer. When he got up, he found that his body was very stiff. He couldn't help but raised his hand and hit his back with his backhand. He walked up to Feng Zhou, "No, I call you every day. I am I want to quickly edit this manuscript, and I can let you accompany me to go shopping and buy something to take back with me tomorrow."

Feng Zhou saw clearly that He kept beating his back, so he put his hand on his shoulder, rubbed him twice, and said, "You work at your desk every day, you can't do this, you will get cervical spondylosis sooner or later."

Qinghe smiled at him, "I'm still so young, how could I get cervical spondylosis."

Feng Zhou said: "Don't think that being young means you won't get sick."

He held the towel in one hand, took Qinghe's hand with the other, and led him outside the study.

Qinghe's body and face always have baby fat that can't be lost, but his hands are slender and well-defined, without any excess flesh. This is probably related to the fact that he learned to paint since he was a child, and his hands have been trained to look so powerful.

Feng Zhou held Qinghe's hand, feeling that both of them were sweating, hot and sticky.But he didn't want to let go, and Qinghe didn't withdraw his hand either.

Qinghe went to take a bath, and Feng Zhou sat on the bed reading a book and waited for him. After Qinghe climbed into bed, Feng Zhou said, "Baby, lie down, and I will give you a massage."

Qinghe was a little embarrassed, "Do you really want to give me a massage? You know how to massage."

"Massaging is not easy, of course I will." Feng Zhou said so, pulling Qinghe and letting him lie on the bed.

This is a kingsize bed, and two big men can sleep on it without being crowded.

Qinghe smiled and fell down, burying his face on the pillow, Feng Zhou knelt down beside him, and pressed his hands on his shoulder through the pajamas Qinghe was wearing.

Feng Zhou said: "It's not good for you to work at your desk like this every day. You need to exercise regularly, or I can ask a masseur to follow you and let the masseur give you massages frequently."

Feng Zhou's hands were very strong, and at first he lightly pressed on Qinghe's shoulders and back. Qinghe felt extremely comfortable. At first, he was a little nervous and embarrassed, but slowly he began to enjoy himself. He hummed and said, "I know you should Exercise and go swimming every day from now on. The masseuse is fine, I’m ticklish.”

Feng Zhou deliberately picked up his pajamas and scratched his waist twice. Qinghe immediately twisted twice like a fish, and raised his head angrily at Feng Zhou: "Brother, I'm really ticklish."

Feng Zhou laughed and said, "Why are you so ticklish?"

Qinghe snorted and said no to him.

Feng Zhou said: "Take off your shirt, and I'll give you another touch. In fact, if you get touched a lot, you won't be afraid of itchiness."

Qing He pulled her clothes, "No, you're teasing me on purpose."

Feng Zhou pressed his back for a while, and said, "What am I teasing you for? I'm serious."

Qinghe looked up at Feng Zhou, and Feng Zhou looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "Try it, it's really not itchy."

Qing He hesitated, sat up, lowered his head and unbuttoned the pajamas one by one, then took off his jacket and put it aside, Feng Zhou looked at him, Qing He used to be white with a layer of flesh, not fat , but there is a layer of tender meat, and now the ribs are about to be exposed, he looked at him in surprise, "How much weight have you lost?"

Qinghe couldn't help feeling ashamed when he stared at his chest, and quickly lay down on the stomach, showing his back to Feng Zhou, "I don't know, I haven't weighed myself recently."

Feng Zhou put his hands on his shoulders and kneaded for him, "Is it not itchy at all?"

Feng Zhou's strength increased little by little, Qinghe felt very comfortable at first, and then gradually felt a little pain, but the pain was within acceptable range, shy and comfortable, Qinghe buried his head and didn't answer Feng Zhou at all.

Qinghe's back is white, and the beautiful curve extends to Qinghe's buttocks. Feng Zhou really wants to stick it up and kiss her, but he just thinks about it.

Qing He was so pressed that he almost fell asleep, he had to say: "Brother, come on, are your hands sore?"

Feng Zhou rubbed his head with his big hands, and said, "Well, do you feel better?"

Qinghe got up and put on his pajamas, not daring to look at Feng Zhou's face, nodded and said, "It's very comfortable."

"It's not itchy, is it?" Feng Zhou asked with a smile.

Qing He said: "I still feel itchy."

Feng Zhou couldn't help pinching Qinghe's face, "You're really picky."

Qinghe's face turned even redder after being pinched by him, and after getting dressed, he asked Feng Zhou: "Do you want me to give you a push?"

Feng Zhou smiled: "Your strength is not enough."

Qing He said: "How come, I have great strength." He pushed Feng Zhou again, "Lie down quickly, I want to give you a massage."

"Forget it, let's go to bed." Feng Zhou didn't want to, and wanted Qinghe to go to bed quickly.

But Qinghe insisted on giving him a massage: "No, my brother will settle the score, you touched me just now, I have to touch me back."

Feng Zhou was amused by him and laughed, "You are going to be a boner, and you still have to be so fussy."

Qinghe pinched his neck with his hands, and even touched Feng Zhou's Adam's apple. Feng Zhou was itched by his touch, and he couldn't avoid it, so he had to say, "Okay, I'll let you massage. But with your little strength , It’s really similar to scratching an itch.”

Feng Zhou took off his clothes and lay there. Qinghe looked at his muscular and well-proportioned back, and sat up on it with a smile. Feng Zhou was almost screamed out by him. Feng Zhou said: "Baby, You deliberately?"

Qing He said: "You said I am weak, is it really that small?"

"Little naughty bastard." Feng Zhou wanted to scratch Qing He with his backhand, but Qing He quickly grabbed his hand and pressed it on the pillow, then sat on Feng Zhou's body and beat his back.

Feng Zhou was touched, rubbed and rubbed by him, not to mention his whole body was hot, and his lower body reacted to being rubbed by him, so he had to lie down and dare not move.

And Qinghe beat him for a while, and suddenly got up from him. When Feng Zhou went to see, Qinghe had already rushed into the bathroom, leaving only a voice for him, saying: "Your back is really hard, I can't even touch my hands." It hurts."

Feng Zhou rubbed his ass that was numb from sitting on Qinghe, thinking that this guy is really enough.

It took Qinghe a while to come out of the bathroom, and after climbing into bed, he rolled up the quilt and lay on the pillow, without looking at Feng Zhou, and said, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep, good night."

Feng Zhou slapped Qinghe twice across the quilt, "Did you really sleep?"

Qinghe ignored him with a snort, Feng Zhou went to the bathroom, and fell asleep.

The next day, Qinghe got up early in the morning. After tidying himself up, he woke up Feng Zhou too. The two of them ate Chinese breakfast at home before going out.

Qinghe seldom goes out for shopping, nor is he very interested in shopping. He is only enthusiastic when buying jewelry raw materials.

But shopping with Feng Zhou is another matter.

Walking on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, Qing He was full of interest, holding Feng Zhou's hand from time to time, telling him to follow her closely.

Feng Zhou is less likely to go shopping than Qinghe, and it is rare for him to go shopping.

Qinghe bought gifts for many friends in China, without bodyguards or assistants, Feng Zhou naturally carried the things. In a famous store, Feng Zhou sat on the sofa with a bag and waited for Qinghe. Qinghe bought a large After he piled things up and paid the bill, he went to find him. Feng Zhou took the bag in his hand, took his hand and went out together. The clerk smiled and said to Qinghe: "Your boyfriend is really a handsome and patient gentleman." .”

Feng Zhou naturally heard this, and both of them turned their eyes slightly uncomfortably at the same time, but no one corrected the clerk, but Feng Zhou let go of Qinghe's hand, Qinghe looked down at his fingers, and With Feng Zhou's hand, inexplicable complex emotions spread in his heart.

After leaving the store, Qinghe was still a little uncomfortable, and wanted to talk to ease the embarrassment, so he said: "There are some of the most famous jewelry stores over there. Next year, I will open a physical store here."

Feng Zhou was also very nervous, so he said, "Well, good."

They had dinner in the French restaurant, and the romantic environment soothed Qinghe's complex, tense and slightly sad emotions. He looked at Feng Zhou's sharp, handsome and gentle face in the candlelight, and thought, he could see Feng Zhou so often. He, and getting his love, is already the happiest thing, why should he extravagantly ask for things that embarrass his brother.That is so greedy.

The next day, Qinghe returned to the country with Feng Zhou.

But Qinghe couldn't take a break, so he rushed to Maoyuan City to check the company's situation.

Now the brand "Qingzhou Yiye" has developed very well in a short period of time. After the expansion of the processing plant, the number of craftsmen in the factory has doubled, and several new design series products are very popular.

In addition, several physical stores have been opened in cities such as City B and City S to expand the scale of operation.

Because of sufficient funds, the company is operating very well.

Qinghe carefully sampled and inspected the newly produced products. He always emphasized the strict control of the factory's products. Even if it is a low-end line, the products must be perfect.

It doesn't matter if you make less money.

However, things are not completely satisfactory, for example, the products are counterfeited by other merchants.The brand of Qingzhou Yiye set up an anti-counterfeiting mark when it was first produced, and made a very good publicity. Counterfeit merchants want to imitate Qingzhou Yiye's products, and if they want to achieve some of the quality of the fake ones, the cost will be lower. It is very high, and the high cost makes it difficult for them to accept it, so it is very easy for customers to identify the authenticity.But Qingzhou Yiye still sued several counterfeit merchants in just half a year.

After Qinghe had dinner with several designers in the evening, Lu Xiang invited him to drink by the lake.

Sitting on the boat by the lake, Qinghe asked Lu Xiang if he was doing well at work recently, and Lu Xiang said, "It's much better than when I was in Japan. Actually, I want to ask your permission for one thing."

Qinghe asked: "What's the matter?"

Lu Xiang said: "Sanye wants to work in Qingzhou Yiye, has he told you about it?"

Qinghe had contacted Sanyejun several times, but Sanyejun didn't mention it, Qinghe said: "Not yet."

Lu Xiang said: "If he makes this request to you, I hope you don't agree to him."

Qinghe originally thought that he wanted him to accept Jun Sanye, but he didn't expect to reject Jun Sanye.

Qinghe said: "Sanye's design is very inspirational, especially for small jewelry. His design is rigorous and beautiful, and it is very suitable for the market demand. Why do you ask me to reject him." Besides, aren't you good friends?Qinghe didn't ask this sentence.He believed in Lu Xiang's character, so he was willing to believe in him for other reasons.

It was really hard for Lu Xiang to give his reasons, so he just drank heavily.

Qinghe saw that he didn't say anything, so he didn't ask any more. He looked at the moonlight in the lake from the window of the boat. The weather was hot, the lake breeze was blowing, and the gauze curtains moved lightly, which was quite artistic.

Lu Xiang saw it clearly and didn't ask, so he had to say to himself: "Do you think I'm very disloyal?"

Qing He said: "Where, I think you must have a special reason."

Although Qinghe is young, none of his subordinates dare to underestimate him or do anything behind his back, not only because Qinghe has the Feng family behind him, but mainly because Qinghe's eyes are always bright, and he looks simple. And pure, in fact, was stared at by his eyes, as if he had seen through it.Besides, he is not suspicious of people, he is not suspicious of employing people, he is generous and not harsh, and everyone doesn't want to lose such a good customer, otherwise the circle is so small, Qinghe is full of contacts, and after being fired, it will be difficult to get along elsewhere in the future.