Chapter 962: 979 You Are Mine [Cant Get Fingered] 5 (1/2)

Chapter 962 979 You are mine [Can't interfere with] 5

”Why are you, brother?”

”He, he should be busy, didn't you call me?” Long Yan sighed: ”As soon as I arrived at your house, the young man said that you invited me to the swimming pool. Wouldn't you look down on entertaining me?”

”No, I thought it was your brother who came to me.”

Yan Qing smiled carelessly, wiped his face, and threw the towel back to the maid. He stood still in the swimming pool and talked to Long Yan with a look up, but his breath seemed as if Long Yan was looking up at him. Annoyed by the aura.

After all, that Yan Qing's decision to kill has already penetrated into his bones, and he can shock people without deliberately showing it. When his eyes smile, they have an insurmountable aura, but they are cold and dazzling.

”Would you like to come down and swim together?”

Long Yan retracted his gaze, nodded, and directly took off his spring clothes, but he was wearing briefs, and he shivered from the cold, and jumped into the water: ”Brother Yan, how about we come to the game?”

”Yes.” The voice of the habitual superior.

Two men with swings galloped and chased in the water, and the maid on the shore was reluctant to blink.

One is introverted and one is exposed; one is mature and indifferent, and one is full of publicity.

After swimming down a few laps, Long Yan leaned on the edge of the swimming pool, took the towel that Yan Qing shook over, and wiped his face: ”Brother Yan, I can't catch up with you, I would like to lose the bet.”

”Oh?” Yan Qing took the hot tea handed over by the maid, and took a sip, his eyes fell on him, with a rare smile: ”What do you plan to lose?”

Without saying this beforehand, Long Yan grabbed the tea in his hand and took a sip. The hot tea flowed into his throat and rolled all over his body. He laughed and felt that he was a little presumptuous, and then returned the teacup: ”Brother Yan, what do you want to do? How to do?”

Yan Qing stared thoughtfully at the teacup that he returned to his hand again, and took another sip. The maid waited to take the teacup with both hands, but Yan Qing kept playing with it: ”Remember first.”