Song Qihe hadn't seen Wutong since he saw it once in Night Paris, which made him scratch his liver and lungs very unpleasantly.

On this day, the brothers had dinner together, and Song Qihe talked about the young lady he met in Paris at night some time ago, with a hot body and a very temperamental appearance, looking pure and lustful.

It's a pity that I didn't add WeChat, and I don't go to Paris at night anymore, but it's a pity that I smelled the meat but didn't eat it in my mouth.

Pure and lustful, this made Song Qifan think of Wutong, and he hadn't taken care of the woman for a long time, Li Kai said that Ye Wutong had found a job in City A, and she started to work in earnest, and she would be quite obedient.

"Don't play outside every day, be careful that your body is hollowed out by those women before you are thirty, and you have nothing to spend more time on your career. ”

Song Qifan doesn't like his brother the most is that he is too romantic, he really can't figure out what it means for his brother's girlfriend to change every day.

"Brother, you are too righteous, I see you, you just become a monk, you are in your thirties, have you ever had a woman?"

Song Qihe's words made Song Qifan think of those dreams in the past few days, he had touched them in his dreams, and it still felt very good.

"Shut up, you think I'm like you, I don't refuse to come, and I don't feel dirty. ”

Song Qifan glanced at Song Qihe, he is not lustful or romantic, he has always felt that women are dispensable, he used to think that he would find a suitable woman at the right age to marry and have children, isn't this the case for most men.

Song Qihe wanted to sleep with Song Qifan at night, but Song Qifan gave him a fuck, thinking that he had touched too many women to sleep in his house and dirty his bed sheets.

At this point, Song Qifan is really a bit psychologically clean, although Song Qihe is his younger brother, but this does not prevent him from feeling that Song Qihe is dirty.

Lying on the bed, I couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and I wanted to call Wutong several times when I picked up my mobile phone, but thinking of what Ye Wutong said, Song Qifan, you are nothing more than that, so I was so angry that I threw my mobile phone on the carpet.

and told himself that Song Qifan didn't think about it, and if she didn't see her, he slowly didn't have any other thoughts about her.

But I couldn't sleep, and then I asked Li Kai for Wutong's rental address in City A, and drove to find her.

When Song Qifan knocked on the door, Wutong had just taken a shower, her long hair was half-dry, she pulled out the plug of the hair dryer and asked, "Who?" ”

"Open the door. ”

Hearing this voice, the corners of Wutong's mouth pulled out a disdainful smile.

When she opened the door, she saw Song Qifan wearing a light gray sports suit, and slippers on his feet, it seemed that he was suddenly crazy and ran to see him.

Song Qifan looked at the woman in front of him, with black hair, a pure breath between her eyebrows and eyes, and a faint fragrance of osmanthus unique to her body, but that hot figure was not the kind of pure and lustful woman in Song Qihe's mouth.

"What's the matter, Song Dashao. ”

This is a fake Song Qifan is not looking for her, Wutong is not naïve to think that this beast intends to let her go.

"I can come if I want to, do I need anything else?" Song Qifan reached out and pinched Wutong's chin, slightly forced, as if deliberately making Wutong feel pain.

"Don't, Song Dashao, didn't you say that I deserve to touch you, but how could you take the initiative to touch me, not afraid of dirtying your noble fingers. ”

"Hmph" Song Qifan shook off her chin arrogantly, took out a square towel from her pocket and wiped her fingers, it really looked like she had touched something dirty.

Wutong looked at the square scarf on the ground and smiled contemptuously, ignoring him, plugging in the hair dryer and continuing to blow her hair, her fingers shuttling back and forth in her hair.

Song Qifan, who was standing behind her, clenched his fists tightly with both hands and swallowed his saliva.

He wanted to hug her from behind and kiss her hair.

No, you don't want to, you don't want to, Song Qifan, you don't want at all.