The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

I don't know that he has become Qi Yan, who is concerned by many people. After eating, he went for a walk with Cen Baihe on the island. It was a little cold on the island at night. Qi Yan watched the shadows of the two people stretched out by the moonlight, and said with a smile: "The people at the dinner are all profound practitioners from various countries. The Western profound arts system is different from ours in the East. The principles you’ve learned are also different, so you have to bring the amulet I made for you these days, don’t take it off."

Cen Baihe nodded and held Qi Yan's somewhat cold hand: "At the banquet just now, I found that the undercurrents were raging between countries. Although they were very harmonious on their faces, they were always playing the front when they spoke. I was worried that they would be behind. Calculate you, you have to be careful."

He has seen many shameful methods in the business world. In the face of interests and fame, many people will become unscrupulous, not to mention that this involves the face and interests of the country.

"At the time when science is prevalent, exchange meetings such as Xuanshu are held privately in various countries and belong to everyone's unspoken secrets," Qi Yan smiled. "It turns out I don't understand why Master Qian is willing to be a consultant for a special group. It wasn’t until the Wangxiang Town incident that I understood that he was not a consultant to a special group, but a patriotic martyr.”

Those who sacrificed for the country and the people should be martyrs, no matter what profession they are engaged in, regardless of men, women, or children. Even if certain people cannot be remembered by the world because of their occupation and status, they cannot deny their contributions and sacrifices.

"Money?" Cen Baihe looked at Qi Yan under the moonlight, with countless words in his heart, but facing Qi Yan's Qingliang eyes, his full words only turned into a short sentence, "If you want to do anything, just go. do it."

Qi Yan chuckled, "Guess what I want to do most now?"

Facing Qi Yan's smile, Cen Baihe felt that his palms were a little hot, and his heart seemed to be unwilling, and he almost jumped out of his chest.

"Master Qi is really in good spirits. I will take a walk on the beach with my lover at night." Lu Gang, the second apprentice of Master Qian, walked out from behind the bushes on the side path, standing seven or eight steps away from Qi Yan, "Master Qi Young and promising, don’t you know if you have the confidence to give China Huaxia face back this time?"

"It's not me who can win back the face of China's Xuanshu world, but all China's Xuanshu masters." Qi Yan held Cen Baihe with one hand, and gently touched his chin with the other. This laid-back look looks Very badly beaten, "I didn't expect Master Lu to be so worthy of me."

"Haha," Lu Gang's affection for Qi Yan has no limit, so when he saw his appearance, he immediately sneered twice. Who in the profound arts world is more capable?"

"It seems that you are not as capable as Master Qian, but the look in your eyes is still a little bit," Qi Yan nodded with a smile as if he didn't hear Lu Gang's mockery, "Your master also praised me so."

"No, my eyes are blue out of blue and better than blue. His old man didn't see you shameless, I did."

Qi Yan shook his head: "On the point of being cute, you can't compare to your master."

"You are still so sharp-pointed," Lu Gang snorted coldly, "but this kind of communication meeting can't be won by a sharp-pointed mouth. Don't think it's called an exchange meeting, it's really just a simple exchange meeting. Some dogs who don’t know how to bark can tear off a large piece of your meat when they bite someone. Even if you can tell the flower, it’s useless."

After speaking, he looked at the hands between the two contemptuously, snorted and turned his head away.

"Huh!" Qi Yan snorted at his back, and took Lacen Baihe's hand, "Go, let's go back and ignore him."

Cen Baihe glanced helplessly at Qi Yan who was like a child, took off his coat and put it on him: "Yeah."

"Will this exchange meeting be dangerous?"

"I am outstanding, and your purple energy body protector, don't be afraid."

"Purple gas bodyguard?" Cen Baihe stood in front of the door, asked the scanner to identify the faces and pupils of the two, then opened the door and walked in. "I think there is a way to get more purple gas."

"What method?" Qi Yan hung his coat in the closet and looked at Cen Baihe curiously. When did he understand this?

"I remember there is a Taoist saying called Shuangxiu," Cen Baihe pulled the person into his arms, "Tonight you will replenish my spiritual energy, and I will replenish your purple energy."

"Wait, Shuangxiu does not mean that two people do sports together. The sayings in TV dramas and novels are narrow and wrong."

"It's okay, I like this narrow argument." Cen Baihe unbuttoned his shirt, revealing **** chest and abdominal muscles, leaned over and buttoned Qi Yan on the bed, "Don't you like it?"

"Bohe, you have changed," Qi Yan felt flustered and breathless when he was surrounded by Cen Baihe in such a bed-booming posture. "

"Because there was no one who could defile me at that time," Cen Baihe unbuttoned Qi Yan's chest one by one with his right hand, "For you, I am willing to become an old driver."

Qi Yan: No, I am not touched at all.

Suddenly, Cen Baihe's movements stopped, and he looked at Qi Yan with a dim expression: "Qianqian, are you unwilling? Sorry, I should respect your feelings..."

"No, nothing like this..." Qi Yan didn't finish his sentence. The man who was still aggrieved and sad, his eyes burst with dazzling light, and the speed of unbuttoning the button was a little faster than before. Times.

At the moment when he turned into a peeled egg, Qi Yan thought to himself, but didn't expect that the most pitted road he had walked was actually Cen Baihe's routine. When the honest people acted, they were all old drivers who lied to the dead and did not pay for their lives.

At this time, being Liu Xiahui would not be a man anymore!

The east wind blows, the drums of war are all men who are afraid of whom! Don't persuade, let's do it!

An hour later, Qi Yansheng lay down on the bed irreverently, turning his head and staring at Cen Baihe: "Let me just say anything?"

Cen Baihe squatted beside him, rubbing his shoulders and beating his legs, not daring to speak, as if he would be angry with him.

"Go down to sleep on the floor."

Cen Baihe frowned, her beautiful phoenix eyes stained with melancholy: "You called me my dear yesterday, did you start to despise me today? Did I not do a good job just now?"

"Don't be cute!" Qi Yan turned his head and lay on the pillow, not looking at Cen Baihe's face. A good-looking person with a frowning and sad expression is really lethal to a person like him who has a little look at his face.

"I just didn't have experience in doing this kind of thing, just practice more," Cen Baihe gently rubbed Qi Yan's waist, "Don't despise me."

"roll!"

Qi Yan kicked Cen Baihe under the bed, wrapped it in the quilt, and turned into a silkworm.

Go to his grandma's love strategy, he doesn't believe in this stuff anymore!

"Then I will put the bath water for you. A soak in the bathtub can relieve fatigue." Cen Baihe got up from the carpet, reached out and touched the top of Qi Yanlu's hair outside the quilt, and ran to the bathroom to brush the bathtub. Adjust the water temperature to catch the water, and pour a few drops of essential oil to relieve fatigue.

"Money?" When he put the water in and looked back at Qi Yan, Qi Yan was already asleep wrapped in a quilt, and his hair was sweating on his forehead. Cen Baihe didn't dislike him. He just thought Qi Yan was too cute like this, so he couldn't help but kissed him twice on his forehead, and took Qi Yan into the bathroom with the quilt.

Qi Yan is indeed sleepy. In the past few days, he has done a lot of preparations for the exchange meeting, so he has suffered a lot of energy damage. Now he and Cen Baihe have done an intense pancake exercise. The qi blended and he was in a state of warmth, and finally fell asleep deeply.

Even Cen Baihe took him to the bathroom to take a bath, he just opened his eyes in a daze, then hugged Cen Baihe's neck and continued to sleep. After all, compared with the tough bathtub, Cen Baihe's body is more comfortable.

Cen Baihe looked down at Comrade Xiao Cen who was fighting spirit under him, took a deep breath, held Qi Yan in the bathtub for a while, then wrapped Qi Yan in a large bath towel and hugged him onto the bed. He is very glad that he is becoming healthier now, otherwise he is really worried that he can't hold money.

It seems that the thin money is still heavy in the hug.

As soon as Cen Baihe lay down, Qi Yan automatically rolled into his arms, holding the two shelled eggs together, which is the biggest test of this century for Cen Baihe's self-control. But as long as he thought that Qian Qian would discuss matters with other Chinese masters tomorrow, Cen Baihe still suppressed his restless soul.

Hugging the person in his arms, Cen Baihe closed his eyes.

"Good morning."

As soon as Qi Yan opened his eyes, his forehead was touched by the warm lips. He sat up from the bed holding the quilt and looked refreshed and smiled. He looked like Cen Baihe, who was five or six years younger, with a little head. Dumbfounded.

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth," Cen Baihe kissed Qi Yan's lips several times, "I want to go downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast, or should I be served?" He was talking about breakfast, but his eyes fell on Qi Yan. .

Qi Yan followed Cen Baihe's eyes and looked down, only to find that he was wearing nothing. No wonder what Baihe said was serious, but his eyes were not serious.

"Are you satisfied with what you saw?" Qi Yan asked with a smile.

Cen Baihe nodded and kept nodding.

Qi Yan wrapped the nightgown on her body, put on slippers and went to the bathroom. On the grooming table, warm water was filled in the mouthwash cup, and toothpaste was squeezed on the toothbrush.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Qi Yan found that he had a hickey on his collarbone. Although it was not obvious, it looked very ambiguous. Thinking of the madness last night, he felt that his cheeks were a little hot, and when he turned around, he saw Cen Baihe standing at the door looking at him.

"Scare me," Qi Yan pulled on his nightgown, covering his neckline, "What are you doing here?"

"Stand here to see you."

"Why do you see me?"

"You look good."

Qi Yan:...

Sure enough, the man after the beast is like an unblocked monster. Before the seal is lifted, no one knows what the nature of the monster will look like.

Walking out of the bathroom and opening the closet, Qi Yan found the clothes he needs to wear today. As soon as he took off his nightgown, he felt that his whole body was stared at by a strong line of sight, until he changed his clothes, this line of sight did not move away.

"What do you belong to?" Qi Yan adjusted his tie in the mirror, but no matter how he did it, he felt a little awkward.

Cen Baihe couldn't stand it anymore, walked to him, untied his tie, and tied it up again: "I am a dragon, what's wrong?"

"No wonder..." Qi Yan lifted his chin, looking suddenly realized.

"What?" Cen Baihe smoothed the wrinkles on his tie, rubbing his index finger on Qi Yan's throat twice, and after being glared at by Qi Yan, he withdrew his hand reluctantly.

"Long Xing Ben Yin," Qi Yan glanced at him, "Huh."

"I'm only to you..." Cen Baihe whispered in Qi Yan's ear, "not to others."

Qi Yan looked down slowly: "If you dare to do this to others, I will let you never have a chance to yin again in your life."

"Okay," Cen Baihe, who automatically understood this sentence as "Money cares about me" with a smile, helped Qi Yan put on his coat, "Then let's go down now?"

"Yeah." Qi Yan nodded, "The other masters should all get up too."

"By the way, Qianqian," Cen Baihe said suddenly when he closed the door and walked to the elevator entrance, "Are you a pig?"

Qi Yan nodded in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"According to the zodiac book, the dragon and the pig will be an enviable pair together." Cen Baihe smiled contentedly, "It seems we are a perfect match."

Qi Yan looked at him with a happy face, took his hand by the hand, and said, "Don't be superstitious."

A good president who believes in science, he is superstitious when he talks about superstition. It is a sweet and heavy burden.

The elevator seemed to know Cen Baihe's thoughts. After he had finished speaking, the elevator door opened, and there were two strangers standing inside, one was about forty years old, and the other was a young boy who seemed to be young.

Shonen Lang's gaze swept across the hands between the two of them, and he looked away with a little shyness.

The elevator went down to the second floor and stopped. Cen Baihe looked down at the hands of the two and pulled it out slightly, "Isn't this bad?"

"Don't make trouble," Qi Yan grabbed his hand, "other masters and partners are holding hands. Isn't it normal for me to hold hands with you?"

The other two in the elevator: But the partners of the other sorcerers are all of the opposite sex.

Qi Yan didn't care about this. He looked at Cen Baihe and raised his eyebrows: "You just didn't have any persuasive strength at all."

Obviously, I can't wait for the whole world to know that the two of them are together, so I pretended to be embarrassed. Saying no, is your body still honest? If you really don't want to, just pull your hand out. The symbolic struggle just now makes it impossible to pull a leaf off.

Cen Baihe gave a dry cough, an expression that I didn't understand what you were talking about.

"Master Qi," a master not far from the elevator saw Qi Yan in the elevator and greeted him with a smile, and nodded politely to Cen Baihe, looking very calm. His wife was wearing a peony pattern cheongsam, holding his arm, smiling gently.

"Master Pei," Qi Yan is not acquainted with this master Pei, and the two did not have any friendship before, but this master is very famous in the Southwest Xuanshu faction of China, and is rumored to be a man who is very afraid of his wife.

But looking at Mrs. Pei's gentle appearance, I really can't tell that it is a tough wife who can make Master Pei kneel on the durian.

"Master Qi, your lover is handsome and has a good face. He is a very blessed child and matches your face very well." Mrs. Pei has some familiarity with face art, but is not good at profound art, so this time it's just Come to play as a family member instead of attending an exchange meeting.

However, although she is not good at mysticism, she is good at socializing and knows what to say to make people happy. Although Master Qi and his lover are young and of the same sex, the two have a very good relationship. It is better to praise Qi Yan's lover.

Sure enough, Mrs. Pei's words made Qi Yan very useful, and even the smile on her face was a bit brighter: "Our family Baihe is good at everything, but he is not very talkative."

"Boys, speak calmly," Mrs. Pei has little resistance to Qi Yan's looks like a young man. Qi Yan smiled, and her heart softened a bit, "Looking at someone who can take care of others, quite Good, very good."

Mrs. Pei did not know the identity of Cen Baihe, Master Pei knew very well, but he looked at the appearance of Master Cen, and seemed to... enjoy this state?

It stands to reason that someone with an identity like Cen Baihe should not look down to accompany Qi Yan to appear on this occasion, because on this occasion, his identity is not Cen Wuye, but Master Qi’s homosexual. Nothing else. The more valuable a person's status is, the more he values ​​his face, how can he endure other people looking at him with subtle or even contemptuous eyes?

But Cen Baihe is here, and a state of "I am very happy, I am in a good mood" appears, which makes Master Pei, who spends most of the time in the south, have an inexplicable affection for him.

A man who is willing to pull his face down for his lover is a good man.

For example... himself.

As the most outstanding profound practitioner of the younger generation, as soon as Qi Yan appeared, several Chinese masters took the initiative to speak to him, and everyone looked kind, looking at his eyes as if looking at his younger generation, or Hua Xuan. The hope of the art world.

Lu Gang sat in the corner, watching Qi Yan, his same-sex partner and several famous Chinese masters sitting at a table for breakfast, and snorted disdainfully.

"It seems that your companion is very popular," a brown-haired western warlock sat in front of Lu Gang with a dinner plate, and said in a somewhat blunt Chinese language, "they are so enthusiastic about your companion because he has a A great partner?"

He was referring to Cen Baihe.

Lu Gang took a sip of milk and did not speak, but his face was a little ugly.

When the brown-haired warlock saw this, he was delighted in his heart, but he still had a dazed and ignorant look on his face: "What I said wrong, your face looks bad."

Lu Gang put down the silver fork in his hand and looked up at the warlock: "Sir, I have the habit of not eating and sleeping."

What does it mean to eat without talking?

The brown-haired sorcerer who was a little worried in Huaxia was a little confused, and for a moment he couldn't understand what Lu Gang's words meant.

"Master, my Chinese is not very good, can you explain it to me?"

"I said..." Lu Gang wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a mocking face, "If you haven't learned the Chinese language well, don't do such things that instigate discord and require IQ."

The brown-haired warlock's face suddenly became embarrassed: "Sir, you may have misunderstood, I don't mean to instigate."

This man named Lu Gang does not seem to be as impulsive and brainless as mentioned in the investigation.