Chinese Qi Ye, who took a bath, was standing on the balcony at this moment, wrapped in a pure white bath towel, and seemed to be a lot more awake when he was blown by the cold wind.

Wen Liang stood not far from Qi Ye, and quietly looked at the man leaning on the balcony railing, a full moon outside the window, furry, half covered by dark clouds. He seemed to be standing under the moon, unable to see his delicate and handsome features, but Qingjun's figure seemed to be carved into her mind.

A cool breeze blew from the window, and Qi Ye turned around.

Seeing a woman in a black lace suspender pajamas, standing there, barefoot, snow-white skin against the black lace, people couldn't help but want to leave a special mark. The long hair curled slightly, scattered like seaweed, covering the large area of exposed snow-white skin.

She lowered her head a little shyly, and her long eyelashes looked so clear that she couldn't take her eyes off.

This moment is so beautiful that it is like a dream, very beautiful, very beautiful dream.

She gently stroked the long hair from her shoulders and pinned it behind her ears, revealing her snow-white fragrant shoulders, the red mark left in the bathtub, which was now a little bruised, like the most tempting fruit in the Bible.

"Will you come in or will I go out?" the woman's faint voice of mosquitoes and flies came from inside the house.

Qi Ye, who had drunk wine, didn't react very quickly, and by the time he thought about answering her, she had already stepped out.

The little woman gently stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck, and said, "Are you still awake?"

In fact, Wen Liang has always been the one who is relatively sober, but Qi Ye drank a little too much tonight, and seeing that his reaction seemed to be a little sluggish, Wen Liang asked uncertainly.

He lowered his head and hooked her chin, and his voice was hoarse with love: "Then do you want me to be awake or confused?"

"I want you to be mine. She tilted her head, proud and stubborn.

Very satisfied with Mrs. Qi's answer, the man turned around and pressed her against the railing of the balcony, afraid that the cold marble would stab her waist, he protected her body with his hands, buried his nose between her neck, and sniffed the light fragrance that belonged to her.

The hair that was just wet in the bathtub is still wet at the ends.

"This long hair is for you, I cut it once. She said.

The woman's soft voice passed into his ears through the wind, as pleasant as the sound of wind chimes.

"You said that girls with long hair and ponytails are liked. Wen Liang said.

Qi Ye remembered, and the corners of Gao Leng's lips were slightly hooked: "I said it?"

The woman, who was still gentle just now, suddenly pushed his body away, grabbed his shoulder, turned around and pressed him against the marble railing, reached out and grabbed the man's strong arm and said, "Of course, you said it yourself, I have grown your long hair for so many years, and you are pretending to be stupid with me?"

After all, she still drank alcohol, and the little woman who was unreasonable at the moment was exactly the same as the woman who was not afraid to practice martial arts secrets when she was a child.

Mr. Qi, who had a somewhat chaotic mind, thought about it carefully, and finally opened a pair of charming big eyes, shook his head and said, "Forget." ”

"Classmates written after graduating from high school!"

Wen Liang has never forgotten this, at that time, when I graduated from school, it was popular to write a classmate directory, send one by one, and then take it back after the exam, to see the impression left by my classmates, and what I want to say.

In fact, classmate Wen was not interested in this kind of thing, but the other classmates were very active in doing it, making her seem as if she would not fit in if she didn't buy a classmate.

So in the end, Wen Liang still bought it, it was the reason in the final analysis, and I still wanted to see if Qi Ye would fill out a classmate record for her.

There is a lot of information on the inside page of the classmate's directory, and Wen Liang filled in everything he could, such as Qi Ye's name, address, phone number, birthday, constellation, blood type, email address, height, weight, and ...... Nickname. After the two words of the nickname, she wrote down the three words Xiao Qizi one by one.

Then he also wrote about his favorite sports, favorite food, favorite animals, in short, everything that could be filled, and in the end, only the type of opposite sex that he appreciated, and the biggest life goal were left.

Then he sent that chapter to Qi Ye.

And when everyone filled out the classmates and returned them to her, Qi Ye's didn't return them to her for a long time.

In the end, she searched his bag for the classmate list.

It reads.

The type of opposite sex that is appreciated: IQ lower than mine, legs shorter than mine, hair longer than mine.

My biggest goal in life: to marry the woman with a lower IQ than me, shorter legs than me, and longer hair than me.

When Wen Liang mentioned this, Qi Ye thought about it. The man, who had sobered up a lot, leaned back against the marble railing, then reached out and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and pulled her into his arms.

"It turns out that my biggest goal in life is to marry you. His voice was magnetic and deep, mixed with the faint aroma of toothpaste.

The man had brushed his teeth, and the smell of alcohol had faded a lot.

She put her hand around his neck and suddenly asked him, "Can you still carry me to the bed?"

"Or are we here?" he suggested.

Wen Liang hugged the man's neck, like a koala, and wrapped his legs around the man's waist, and the sweet voice sounded softly: "Carry me in......"

"You still owe me a big meal. He said suddenly.

She buried her little face in her neck socket and whispered, "I'll give you back tonight......"

The corners of Qi Ye's mouth hooked into a smile, and he walked towards the house with his arms around the woman's small buttocks.

It's just that the symptoms of alcohol syndrome are......

He was just handsome and carried the woman in the posture of holding the child for less than two steps, stumbled on his left foot and fell on his right foot......

The two fell down on the soft carpet together, obviously in the posture of pressing Wen Liang under them, but at the moment of falling, it became a posture of Wen Liang lying on top of him.

Qi Ye frowned in pain, Wen Liang hurriedly held the man's head, and looked up and down, left and right: "Did you break your brain?"

"......" Mr. Qi suddenly felt that he had sobered up a lot, and Mrs. Qi's way of caring for people was simply too ingenious.

The little woman hugged his head with concern and said, "I'm stupider than you, it's just like this if I fall, your brain is so smart, I can't afford to pay if I break it!"

The woman's babbling mouth lying on top of her, moving non-stop, ruddy like a cherry, made him finally can't help but kiss it directly.

He wrapped his hands around the woman's waist and traced the shape of her lips one by one, his breath mixed with her unique and exclusive taste, which made each other's hearts beat tightly.

Her hand holding his head slipped into the man's short, thin, thick hair, and gently grabbed his hair with her cleanly trimmed nails.

An inadvertent movement fell into his eyes, causing his Adam's apple to move involuntarily. In an instant, he rolled over and propped himself up beside her.

The warm hand hovered around her waist, and the nightdress unconsciously piled up on her waist with the action of turning over. The softness that can be broken by blowing makes each other's consciousness more and more scattered.

In an instant, she grabbed his big hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't be on the ground, it's uncomfortable." ”

Seriously holding back the thoughts that had already flown away, the man got up, bent down and picked her up horizontally, and carried her to the bed.

His pupils reflected the silver-gray sheets, which lined the woman's snow-white complexion, which was very good-looking.

Standing stunned for a while, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he threw himself in the direction of the woman, however.

Crooked.

And just when she was about to make a move, she suddenly rolled to the side, and then stared innocently at a pair of beautiful big eyes and said, "I'll turn off the lights." ”

"I'll come!" he stiffened with a carp and resolved the embarrassment of throwing himself into the air, but unfortunately his hand had just touched the switch when the woman suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

"What's wrong?" his eyes narrowed slightly, with a wicked evil that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

She blushed slightly and said, "Do you have an umbrella?"

"No, there are bullets, the kind that hits every shot. ”

Maybe it was because she drank a little wine, and she managed to think too much. Suddenly, he asked, "What bomb?"

"I'll show you?" he said, putting his hand on the belt of his bathrobe and twitching neatly.

Wen Liang shook his head reflexively in fright, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, but a slit appeared between his fingers, and said weakly: "I don't look!"

The man burst out laughing, lay on the edge of the bed and said, "There is no umbrella at home." ”

"Then I take medicine?" she had a rare brain, and she could still think seriously about the problem: "We have all been drinking, and drinking seriously affects the quality of ammunition, so we have to take precautions, just in case." ”

"Silly woman, when did I let you take medicine?" he asked her suddenly.

Wen Liang thought about it carefully, it seemed that since the first time, he had indeed never let her take medicine.

His heart suddenly warmed, but he had to frown and ask him: "Do you have an umbrella? You can't wait to put an umbrella on your head 48 hours a day, will you?"

Looking at the little woman in front of him, he asked her with a dangerous look in his eyes, "48 hours a day?"

Drinking alcohol strengthens courage, it's true.

"I mean, don't men like to collect little umbrellas, so how could you not have them?"

He broke the woman's little face, but replied in a clear manner: "That's someone else, I like the feeling of letting the bullets fly for a while." Because. ”

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Comfortable." ”

Cool: "......"

"You remember to draw your gun at that moment!!"

"Can't do it!" he knew what she was going to say, so before she could finish speaking, he had already interrupted her: "It's easy to go off the fire when you wipe a gun, but a spark can start a prairie fire!"

"Then why don't you wait for the umbrella to arrive, and then continue?"

"No!" he kissed the woman on the cheek: "Wait for me!"

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