After starting the internship in the senior year, Wen Qing and Iou moved into the Nancheng Community.

The day before the graduation ceremony, Wen Qing took the time to get a marriage certificate with Io, taking photos, getting the certificate, eating, and everything went with the flow.

The next day's academy took a group photo at 8:30 in the morning, around 7:00, Wen Qing felt dazedly that Io got up.

After a few minutes, Io called him: "Get up."

Wen Qing responded vaguely, tilted her head, and fell back asleep.

Io: "It takes half an hour to go to school, and you have to wash up and have breakfast."

Wen Qing hummed and turned over: "Sleep a little longer."

Although Io was very restrained last night, he still managed to do it in the early morning, and at this time he hadn't slept enough yet.

Io: "Do you want me to dress you?"

Wen Qing didn't hear what he was saying at all, closing her eyes and responding perfunctorily.

Seeing this, Io leaned over and lifted the quilt.

The loose pajamas on Wen Qing's body were lifted up slightly, revealing his tender waist, with faint fingerprints on his waist, and red marks to varying degrees on his neck and chest.

The air conditioner was turned on in the master bedroom, and there was no quilt. Wen Qing felt a little cold, hunched over and groped for the quilt.

When he moved, the neckline opened wider.

Io looked at him, his throat moved slightly: "Do you really want me to dress you?"

Wen Qing was awakened by him at this moment, but her body was lazy and didn't want to move at all.

After hearing what Io said, thought it was a good idea.

He opened his arms, lay down on the bed, and said to Io: "You dress me."

Io picked out a set of clothes from the closet, went back to the bed, and took off Wen Qing's pajamas.

While picking, while touching and kissing.

Before the clothes were put on, Wen Qing was kissed.

His eyes were hazy, and he instinctively stuck to Io's body, absorbing the warmth from his body: "Touch it."

Io diligently served him.

Half an hour later, Wen Qing's cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly swollen, and her sleepiness disappeared.

He raised his foot and kicked Io's chest, reminding: "Go brush your teeth."

Io got up and wiped his mouth: "I don't dislike it, but you still dislike yourself?"

Wen Qing said casually, "I prefer cleanliness."

Io pressed his shoulder and pulled him into his arms: "Who swept the ground?"

Wen Qing said the truth: "You."

Io: "Who washed the clothes?"

Wen Qing: "You."

Io: "Who throws the garbage?"

Wen Qing: "You."

Io: "Who loves cleanliness?"

Wen Qing did not change his face: "I."

After speaking, he added another sentence: "You are clean."

The implication is that Io is clean, so he loves clean.

Io was coaxed by this sentence, took Wen Qing's hand, and touched himself: "I'm a little dirty now, you help me clean it up."

Wen Qing glanced at him and pushed him away: "Go take a cold shower and you'll be clean."

Io: "???"

"Turn your face and don't recognize anyone?"

Wen Qing nodded and started to put on his own clothes. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Io's black face. He blinked: "Are you angry?"

Io sneered: "You treat your husband like this?"

Wen said slowly, "you've been too long."

Io laughed angrily: "Would it be better for a while?"

Wen Qing added: "I don't have enough time, I will be late for the graduation photo shoot."

Io was expressionless: "Then there's no need to go."

Wen Qing imagined the scene if he didn't go, the phone calls from teachers and classmates would definitely come one after another, and Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng might come directly to the community.

Then it was interrupted...

He shook his head, put on his pants, and said to Io, "No, if you don't take the graduation photo, you may have to see a reproductive doctor."

Io: "..."

Wen Qing put on her clothes, and thoughtfully left the bathroom of the master bedroom to Io, and went to the bathroom in the living room to wash up.

Io glanced at the time, cursed in a low voice, and walked into the toilet.

Wen Qing finished her breakfast, packed her things, and Io also finished taking a shower.

He had wet hair on his back, water drops dripping down his face, his face was dark, not like he had just taken a shower, but like a beautiful water ghost who had just climbed out of the river.

When he left, the pupils on the 17th floor were too frightened to enter the elevator after seeing his face.

"Uncle, uncle, then, I forgot to take that schoolbag, you go down first..." After stammering, the primary school student turned around and ran away with his schoolbag on his back.

The elevator door slowly closed, leaving only Wen Qing and Yiou.

Wen Qing tilted his head to look at Iou, the corners of his lips pursed, his eyebrows drooping, and his whole body exuded the breath of strangers.

Wen gently tugged at his sleeve and asked in a low voice, "You're still angry."

"It's not angry," Io lifted his eyelids, and his eyes were filled with flames, and he said word by word, "Yes, desire, beg, no, full."

Wen Qing said dryly: "Indulgence hurts the body."

"You have to have self-control."

Io laughed angrily: "Who throws it away when he's done using it?"

Wen Qing pretended to be at a loss: "Who?"

Io narrowed his eyes: "Little conscience."

The voice fell, and Wen Qing's lips softened.

Io held his lips, his tongue pressed inward, and wrapped around the tip of his tongue skillfully.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, glanced at the monitor in the corner, and pushed Io hard.

Io stood still, sucking the tip of his tongue.

How long it took the elevator to reach the first floor, the kiss lasted as long.

"Ding-dong-"

Arrived on the first floor.

Wen Qing blushed, strode out, and said in a hurry, "The elevator is under surveillance!"

"And the people in the property are watching the monitoring of the community at all times."

Io gave a perfunctory grace, raised his hand to wipe the water stains from his lips, and said lightly, "Let them see."

"Let them see which little bastard is ruthless, turns his face and doesn't recognize anyone, and throws it away when he's done."

Wen Qing: "..."

On the next road, Wen Qing put on her red lips and was greeted by countless passers-by. Their expressions were ambiguous, and they could see what happened at a glance.

Wen Qing did not dare to wipe her mouth, the more she rubbed it, the more red it became, the more swollen she became.

He had to reflect on himself, and he couldn't throw it away when he ran out of it in the future.

People with dissatisfied desires do other things.

After the group photo is taken, it is free photo time.

Wen Qing, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng made an appointment to gather on the lawn in front of the library.

Although none of them likes to take pictures, but they all graduated, they have to keep a few pictures to commemorate.

After the gathering, Wen Qing felt Song Qiang's eyes falling directly on his lips.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Take a picture."

Song Qiang stared straight at him. After a while, he said slowly, "You look good today."

Wen lightly nodded.

Song Qiang continued: "Did you put on lipstick?"

Wen Qing: "..."

Song Qiang stepped forward and whispered, "Paint me too."

"I heard from the girls that it looks better with lipstick on."

Before Wen Qing could speak, Io lazily spat out two words: "No loan."

Song Qiang pressed the pestle on Wen Qing's arm: "borrow it, borrow it."

"Lend me to use it."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Wen Qing said to him, "You can ask Io to bite you."

Song Qiang was stunned for two seconds, and then the warm and rosy lips were not painted, but kissed.

Xu Fengfeng couldn't help but say, "Look at you."

"That's why you can't find someone for four years of college."

"Brainless."

"..."

Song Qiang looked at Wen Qing, then looked at Iou, and sighed faintly: "Old Xu, let's make do with it."

Xu Fengfeng rolled his eyes: "You don't want anyone, I still want someone, okay?"

Song Qiang: "..."

I took a few group photos on the lawn near the library. Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng's schoolmates saw it and came forward to say hello and take pictures together.

Wen Qing temporarily acted as the photographer, while Io waited under the tree beside him.

After nearly an hour of filming, the schoolmates began to say goodbye.

Wen Qing picked up the phone and took a few more pictures. A clear boy suddenly sounded beside him: "Senior, can we take a picture together?"

He tilted his head to look over, and he was one of Song Qiang's apprentices.

Wen Qing smiled: "No, I'm not your professional."

The boy smiled and said, "I know."

"You are in charge of public affairs. I heard Senior Song Qiang say it a few times."

Wen nodded lightly.

The boy said again: "Then can we add a WeChat?"

Wen Qing fingertips paused and looked up at him.

The boy smiled and continued: "I heard from Senior Song Qiang that you are working in Starlight Technology. I am very interested in this company. Can I consult you?"

"Summer vacation is coming soon. If I have the opportunity, I would like to do an internship at Starlight Technology."

Hearing this, Wen Qing didn't say what he refused. His current job is to recruit interns.

He hesitantly picked up his phone and clicked on the WeChat QR code.

The next second, I heard the boy say, "Senior, that person has been watching you."

Wen Qing tilted his head and followed the direction of the boy's fingers and saw Io.

Io was walking towards them.

The boy asked again, "Is that the senior's boyfriend?"

Wen nodded lightly and hummed.

The boy scanned his WeChat QR code, applied to add friends, and asked in a low voice, "Then I'll add the senior's WeChat, your boyfriend won't be angry, right?"

Io walked over to Wen Qing and raised his eyelids lazily: "His boyfriend won't be angry."

"The husband will."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Before the boy could react, he saw Io take out two small red books from his pocket and put them under his nose.

Boy: "..."

Wen Qing: "..."

When the marriage certificate was placed in front of him, the boy's face changed slightly, and it was not easy to entangle him any more, so he hurriedly left.

As soon as he left, Io directly grabbed Wen Qing's mobile phone, bowed his head and opened WeChat, and clicked to reject the friend request: "Are you really going to add him to WeChat?"

Wen Qing told the truth: "He said he wanted to come to our company for an internship."

Io raised the corner of his mouth: "Can't you see such an excuse?"

"I see," Wen Qing paused and continued, "Wechat can be added and deleted, but if he comes for an internship, I will have a bonus."

Io stared at him and asked, "Do you like this job so much?"

Wen Qing thought about it and said the truth: "I don't like it very much either."

"Since you're doing it, do it well."

Io licked his lower lip and asked casually, "Then do you want to change jobs?"

"I know a job that's a good fit for you."

Io is currently working at Nancheng University. Wen Qing thought that the school had a suitable position for him, so he asked, "What kind of job?"

Io said slowly: "Assistant."

Wen Qing asked, "What assistant?"

"Project assistant or student office assistant?"

Io raised his eyebrows: "Personal assistant."

Wen Qing picked up her eyelids and looked up at him: "Your personal assistant?"

Io nodded and said without changing his face: "Three times the salary, and the work content is also very simple."

"It's very home," he thought for a while, and then uttered a more precise word, "the bed."

Wen Qing: "..."