spring duck

Chapter 12

"Get out for me if you move around again!" Qu Yao couldn't bear it anymore, why is this little duck writhing around on the bed in the middle of the night without sleeping?

"But I can't fall asleep after drinking coffee in the afternoon!" Jiang Lai turned over aggrievedly, and hugged Qu Yao as a humanoid pillow: "Sir, I really want to sleep, but what should I do if I can't sleep?" He even hooked Quyao's finger coquettishly.

Qu Yao gritted her teeth: "Jiang Lai, don't go too far!" What is this little duck doing?Take the initiative to throw yourself into the arms?Going back and forth, is this what you want?

"Oh." Jiang Lai sat up and got out of bed while talking to himself: "Why don't I watch TV for a while, in case I get sleepy."

Depend on!Playing hard to get again!But Qu Yao seems to really like it.

"Come back!" Qu Yao was completely distracted. She sat up and reached out to grab Jiang Lai's arm. Jiang Lai couldn't stand still and fell on the bed. Qu Yao pressed his shoulder and picked up the duckling. One leg viciously slapped the white and tender butt twice: "Don't sleep well, huh?"

You deliberately drank coffee and couldn't fall asleep to seduce me, hum, I found out!

Jiang Lai huddled in Qu Yao's arms in such a shameful posture like a quail, his eyes were hazy from the beating, and he said aggrievedly, "But I really can't sleep." But he felt a little excited in his heart.

Make money!Make money!I don't know if this counts as extra overtime. If so, the overtime pay will be subsidized.

Two hours later—

"Sir, I really can't do it anymore..." Jiang Lai was sobbing under his throat, so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes. Even in the air-conditioned room with a moderate temperature, he was still sweating.

Qu Yao panted, put one hand on Jiang Lai's head, and pinched his chin with the other hand, lowered her head and bit Jiang Lai's slightly parted panting lips: "Are you still sleepy now, huh?" Accompanied by the accent on the last word of this sentence, Qu Yao slammed into it fiercely.

Jiang Lai's legs had no strength to cling to Qu Yao's waist anymore, and every force that came on could break his legs away, so Jiang Lai had no choice but to use his hands to hold onto Qu Yao's muscular and sexy arms. , humming in his mouth: "Sir, sir..."

The sound of "Mr" has changed, as if he is not begging for mercy but flirting, accompanied by the hazy mist in Jiang Lai's originally clear eyes.

"Stop barking!" Qu Yao lowered her head and blocked that captivating mouth.

Can't this little duck do something to match his face once in bed? !

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Lai finally stretched out on the bed, and slowly let go of his tense toes.Qu Yao rolled over and lay on her back on the bed: "Are you going to sleep or not?"

"Yeah." Jiang Lai closed his eyes and snorted weakly, like he was talking in a dream.

"Oh shit! Go take a shower!" Qu Yao had already sat up and was about to get out of bed, and kicked Jiang Lai's ass by the way.

"Hmm..." Jiang Lai's butt hurts.

The shower needs to be washed, the bed sheets need to be changed, and the pajamas that I didn't know where to throw just now.According to this frequency, we need to prepare more sets of bedding at home, Qu Yao, who is obsessed with cleanliness, thought.

"But I'm so tired, sir." Jiang Lai turned over with difficulty and put his arms around Qu Yao's waist. If you don't want to wash it, let's get dirty together so that no one can dislike the other and go to bed happily. .

There was a fire in Qu Yao's heart, but he didn't let it out in the end. He hugged the duckling to take a bath with a dark face. Although it was a warm orange light that protected his eyes, he subconsciously raised his hand the moment the light was turned on. Press down on the little duck's head, let him lower his head and bury his eyes in the socket of his neck.

Mr. Qu, who hadn't noticed his movements, was sitting by the bed and applying ointment to the duckling. He moved softly, but muttered viciously: "Didn't you claim you couldn't sleep? You slept like a pig." , Keeping you little duckling, I’m just making myself guilty, did I raise an ancestor!” The voice was as big as a mosquito, the little duckling felt uncomfortable, and its eyelashes began to tremble unsteadily. You have to memorize it responsibly, and then continue chanting in a voice lower than that of a mosquito.

At four o'clock in the morning, Qu Yao finally lay on the bed, looking at the little duck who was sleeping without guilt beside her, with a dazed expression, thinking carefully about why she rescued him at the bar, and how to bring the little duck to sleep. home.I have to say, this little duck is really scheming, first seduce you with pure eyes, and then work hard to please you in bed, it makes people want to stop.

But to be honest, the taste of this little duck is really memorable.

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"Mr. Qu, you...didn't rest yesterday, okay?" When Xiao Zhang was reporting his work schedule for the afternoon, he looked at Qu Yao's dark eyes, and felt a little excited for no reason.

Of course there is no rest!Not only was he seduced by a duckling last night, he was also used as a human pillow, and he dared to sleep like a pig in the morning, and he didn't know to get up to make breakfast for me, and he didn't know if he ate at home or not!Mr. Qu thought viciously, and his face became more and more gloomy.

Xiao Zhang looked at Mr. Qu with a bad expression, and when he saw the phone on the table turned on, he suddenly felt amnesty: "Mr. Qu, your phone is ringing, I'm going to work first." Then he fled the scene of the explosion quickly .

Qu Yao glanced, yo, you still know how to get up?

"Cough, do you have something to do on the phone?" Qu Yao raised her chin unconsciously.Little duck, are you grateful when you find out that I gave you medicine?

"Well... sir, I won't go to see you at noon, I can cook." Hearing the voice, the duckling obviously just woke up and was still yawning.

"Hello?" Jiang Lai held the phone blankly, why did it suddenly cut off?Is the internet bad?

Within a minute, the other party sent a video invitation: "Sir, why did you suddenly send me a video?"

Qu Yao raised the corner of her mouth: "Surprise?"

"Ah...?" Jiang Lai was even more at a loss: "It's okay."

Heh, stubborn duckling.

"It's just that my mobile phone package has 100 minutes of free calls every month, but the data fee is quite expensive. You didn't tell me the Wi-Fi password at home..." The video seems to be quite expensive... Jiang Lai looked at the song Yao's face became darker and darker, and he didn't dare to speak any more.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's not worth being pissed off by a duckling.Qu Yao comforted herself.

"Do you want to eat at home by yourself?" Qu Yao took a deep breath and asked, "Can you use the kitchen?"

Jiang Lai nodded: "Yes, you taught me yesterday." Qu Yao has completely forgotten that this guy is a sponge with an unforgettable memory.

"The kitchen must be cleaned up after use. It is spotless, without any smell of oily smoke, and there must be no rubbish in the trash can, you hear me?"

Jiang Lai nodded again, thinking that a trash can without trash has no soul.

"In addition, what do you eat today, pack a copy and bring it to me at work, there is a lunch box in the cupboard."

"Huh?" Looking through Jiang Lai's blurry window, he was quite embarrassed.

Qu Yao frowned slightly: "Why, the kitchen belongs to my house, and I paid for the food, don't you want to?"

Jiang Lai hesitated for a moment: "Not really..."

Qu Yao nodded in satisfaction.

"It's just that you didn't promise to take care of me before. In addition to giving me money every month, I will include food and housing. If I cook for you, I think it should be... another price." A real warrior who dares to face it The black face of the president, not afraid of power, speaks out his reasonable demands.

Qu Yao gritted his teeth: "You bring it here first, and then we'll talk about it after it's delicious." This little duck is a weird thing, how can you ask him to cook a meal as if you want to rape him.

"Oh." Jiang Lai nodded, and his interest in cooking dropped by more than half.

He is obviously a president who lives in such a big house, so how can he still take advantage of this little advantage?Don't you go to a restaurant to eat, because a dish doesn't suit your taste, and you don't pay for it?

Forget it, forget it, for the sake of the ointment my husband gave me yesterday, I will make him a delicious meal!