Ten men and nine colors, regardless of character, ten women and nine silks, regardless of age.

In the afternoon before the return trip, there was no injury and parting, only slender legs, only a fatal waist.

In the elevator room, Wang Fang, who was blushing, was in a very complicated mood.

Five minutes ago, Wang Fang said this on the phone.

"Obviously, clockwork Weibo, you can post anything. ”

"Don't ask. I'm not your sister-in-law yet, just do it if you want to, immediately. ”

Two minutes ago, Wang Ming said this on the phone.

"Sister-in-law, my Weibo has been banned. I didn't give any reason for Temeow, and I didn't reply to customer service, so it's just Nima's evil door. ”

"What? What did that little do?"

"It's really fake, just meow a WeChat, and my Weibo was banned?

"I, Nima, whose cub is this, with such a lot of energy and such a wave, aren't you afraid of cheating?"

"Okay, I know, I'm in the Venetian, something to call me. ”

Before entering the elevator, Lin Ning said so.

"If you don't want more spectators, let the bodyguards fuck off. ”

"If you don't want to cause trouble for your family, you're willing to gamble. ”

"Ding. . . ”

The crisp sound of the elevator interrupted Wang Fang's thoughts.

Wang Fang, who came back to his senses, should have made a decision and took the initiative to put his arm around the little man.

"I don't know your name yet?"

On the way to the room, Wang Fang said softly.

"My surname is Zhao, and I am the fourth oldest in the family, so just call me Nicolas. ”

The standard London upper-class accent, the undeceived eyes of the sister-in-law, and the unthinking Lin Ning said honestly.

"My name is Wang Fang. ”

Monstrous background, handsome countenance, tall and muscular figure.

Looking up at the little handsome guy beside him, Wang Fang swallowed his saliva unconsciously, thinking about it carefully, even if something happened, he didn't seem to be at a loss.

"Fangjing spring heart flower is half-blooming, Bishan wave is warm, is it this Fang, the fragrance of grass?"

It must be admitted that Chinese characters are indeed the most beautiful language in the world, and Lin Ning, who has a smile on the corner of his mouth, looks gentle and elegant.

"It's the fragrance of herbs. ”

The meaning of the little man's words, how could Wang Fang not hear it.

After a good-looking wink, Wang Fang suddenly said, "Who are you?"

"Someone I respect the most. ”

The famous Zhao Lao, Lin Ning naturally heard about it, thinking of the rapid development of Qin Province over the years, Lin Ning took a deep breath, "Without him, there would be no where I am now." ”

"Slippery head," the little man was quite cautious, saying the same as not saying it, Wang Fang, who had made up a lot of brains, threw a wink, stepped on his heels, and stopped outside the door of 803, "It's here, are you sure you want to go in?"

"Slippery or not, I'll know if I've tried it, I'm sure. ”

There is no reason for a real man to retreat, thinking of the famous little nephew, Lin Ning nodded with a smile, and puffed Wang Fang's lips that were wiping red lipstick.

"Well, listen to me," the stimulus brought by identity and age is unprecedented, resisting the impulse in his heart, Wang Fang, who put one hand on his chest, said: "I am 39 and divorced." ”

"It's not important," waved his hand casually, Lin Ning whistled a prelude, and the music walked, "The huge room, the lonely bed, the lights off, all the same... ”

It is undeniable that the little man's song is really good.

The more she listened, the more wrong Wang Fang's face became, and her already red face became even redder.

"Go and change your body to me intellectually, remember to wear stockings, and ask for flesh-colored ones. ”

After entering the house, while Lin Ning spoke, he didn't forget to pat Wang Fang's buttocks.

"You're asking for a lot, and I regret it. ”

Biting her red lips and her heart beating fast, Wang Fang was duplicitous.

"Each has its own joy, each has its own taste, in this world, there is no regret medicine for you. ”

Raising his hand and pulling down the silk scarf that Wang Fang had snatched earlier, Lin Ning squinted, and in his memory, the toolbox of the luxury suite seemed to be in the sideboard.

Black semi-sheer shirt with lingerie looming, gray haute couture A-skirt with just the right knee-length skirt.

Flesh-colored stockings, as thin as cicada wings, black high heels, extremely thin heels,

10 minutes later, Wang Fang, who returned to the living room again, perhaps, was very intellectual.

"What are you doing here?"

In the center of the living room, in Wang Fang's sight, the little man who had just made his heart beat faster and his legs were weak was concentrating on needlework with one hand and thread in the other.

"Make a little gift, No, or Hermes. ”

Raising his hand and ordering the Hermes silk scarf that was cut into thin strips on the coffee table, Lin Ning raised his eyebrows proudly, and did it himself, but traditional virtues came.

"Why do you suddenly want to do crafts?"

Growing up so big, I've never seen such a strange man.

Wang Fang, who had long been distracted, shook her head helplessly, and then said, "Do you need my help? ”

"It's so needed, come, I'll teach you. ”

The technical work of tailoring is really wasteful, and without waiting for Wang Fang to finish speaking, Lin Ning hurriedly said.

"What do you want me to do?"

Sitting down elegantly and taking the needle and thread, Wang Fang asked.

"The size of this silk scarf is 1.4 by 1.4 meters, I cut 20 pieces, and you are responsible for connecting them every five. ”

Glancing at the previously calculated data on the letter paper on the side again, Lin Ning replied.

"Together, what are you doing here?"

The little man is quite rigorous in his work, just playing with a handicraft, drawing and equations.

Yu Guang swept the letter paper on the side, Wang Fang frowned, and asked.

"Be obedient, you'll find out later. ”

The cunning in his eyes flashed, Lin Ning said, took a piece of paper again, and Liao Liao made a few strokes, which was the outline of a peony flower.

"Are you going to pinch the flowers?"

Wang Fang's tailoring work is very skillful, and he can also chat with two hearts.

Lin Ning didn't answer, just smiled back with an approving look, took the mobile phone, and recorded Wang Fang doing work.

"Good work. ”

15 minutes later, looking at the 5 ribbons with a length of 7 meters in his hand, Lin Ning slowly stood up and walked forward with a smile as he spoke.

With a gentle look in his eyes, he cut a palm at the back of Wang Fang's neck.

"Whew, whew. ”

The pulse is springy, and he is slightly panting.

The head is high, the hair is pulled, the smooth stockings, the tension of the pulling,

Wang Fang, who slowly opened her eyes, saw the mirror in the bathroom, and the indescribable woman in the mirror was herself.

"Hmm, hmm. Not. ”

After a while, Wang Fang, who was struggling and sweating all over, understood what it meant to be cocooned and frightened.

"Hi, look here, call out to my husband to listen. ”

The male voice that suddenly sounded came from Lin Ning, who was holding a golden mobile phone that was being recorded in Lin Ning's hand.

"Hmm... ”

"Don't get excited, don't be nervous, don't make a fuss. ”

With his fingers pressed lightly, as if he saw Wang Fang's doubts, Lin Ning licked his teeth and said with a smile: "My little gift, it's you." ”