Wen Guoqiang alone put the notes he had written in advance into a tight envelope as if he were carrying out some secret plan. The pen is www.biquge.info afraid of an accident and leaking the secrets of the world, and it is glued layer after layer with paste.

Holding a heavy envelope, as if loaded with a heavy heart, waiting at the gate of the company.

"Tonight is my birthday, I invite you to a candlelight dinner, look forward to it!" This sentence was rehearsed over and over again, I don't know if I have the courage to recite the original words when I see Ye Bilian?

After getting off work, Bilian walked to the gate of the company quietly, and unexpectedly, she saw Wen Guoqiang oncoming.

is an inexplicable surprise, how can this Wen Guoqiang's expression be a little weird and festive?

Looking at a man with surprise in his eyes, maybe he couldn't bear to break this celebration.

Ye Bilian stood still.

"I'll wait for you!" said with a quick movement, stuffing a yellow brown paper wrapped envelope in Ye Bilian's palm.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

But after walking a few steps, he seemed to be uneasy, cast a happy and eager look on his face, looked at Ye Bilian, and stunned with a man's warmth, gentleness and gentleness.

"Don't forget!"

Perhaps only Wen Guoqiang himself understands that the candlelight dinner he carefully prepared wants to find a world that belongs to two people, which has been long-awaited and brewing.

Quietly talk about your heart, confide in your own fragrance, and seek unattainable romantic warmth.

Ye Bilian looked at Wen Guoqiang's figure gradually moving away, and unconsciously opened the envelope in slow motion.

Invite yourself to a candlelit dinner, and even the address is written in detail.

"The second alley of South Street: 365 on the second floor of the west door waiting for the beautiful woman to sign up: Wen Guoqiang"

How would Bilian know which village on earth this was, which dot on the map coordinates? But she thought of someone hysterically.

I wanted to calm down and face everything in the past, but Wen Guoqiang, an uninvited guest, like the restoration of Skynet, and the negligence but not leakage, actually gave himself an unprecedented opportunity, which is really a good opportunity for Tianti!

The secret letter of the invitation really made her unable to calm down, and her mood was like a wave that set off a thousand waves.

Bilian made a decision that she would make it a gift, a special gift, to give the address and content of this letter to a person, but also as a tribute to everything she had done to herself!

Bilian, who seems to be simple and simple-minded, will not forget what Wen Guoqiang has done to her, let alone Wang Xia's grace to her.

I don't know what kind of mood it is? gratitude, revenge, or revenge-like hatred? In short, it is a mixed feeling.

Bilian thinks this gift is the most appropriate.

It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! It is a God-given opportunity, and we cannot afford to make unnecessary choices and thoughts.

For Wen Guoqiang, no matter what, he would never have thought that there would be a pie in the sky that would fall on his head. A person will come uninvited to celebrate his birthday.

For Wang Xia, it is even more dreamy. Of course, Bilian knows that her Wang Xia's feelings for Wen Guoqiang, whether it is to the point of perfection or not, and now she is helping her create a bridge.

Bilian self-righteously believes that both Wen Guoqiang and Wang Xia should be grateful for their hard work, which can be described as painstaking and well-intentioned to create space for them and pull this red line.

Ye Bilian smiled at herself happily and exhaled deeply, it was really happy! Not only got rid of Wen Guoqiang's entanglement with her, but also returned Wang Xia's favor, it was really killing three birds with one stone!

It's equivalent to fighting back, right? And it is a complete counterattack, so that Wang Xia inexplicably and at a loss to get into the game she set up, to do her spring and autumn dreams, thank me too late?

As she spoke, Ye Bilian rummaged through her bag and found a small notebook, which was the communication phone book copied by the accountant Xue Rong.

Of course, Wang Xia's communication contact information is unexpectedly clear to Bilian at a glance.

At this time, it was getting late, and Bilian unknowingly found a secluded public telephone hall and copied Wang Xia's paging BP machine number from the address book booklet.

took out Wen Guoqiang's secret letter from his bag, and gave it to Wang Xia word by word according to the content of the letter.

Wang Xia had already made an appointment to find Li Hong, and when Li Hong waited at the T-junction after the evening shift, the two of them went to Wanguoyuan to shop for clothes.

Walking, walking, just as he was about to reach the intersection where Li Hong was waiting, there was a sudden rush of ticking paging, and it was his BP machine that rang.

It's so late, who is calling me? Could it be that I took the wrong medicine or left the wrong message, and actually called me?

Muttering, Wang Xia took out the BP machine from her bag.

What instantly caught her eye was a name, which made her stunned for a moment, this is true or false, and the message was Wen Guoqiang.

Wang Xia was stunned by the three words 'Wen Guoqiang' on the screen of the small BP machine, and her sensitive and allergic nerves didn't have time to think about it, so she turned around and drove to the address of the message.

Just when she was about to reach the message address on the pager, Wang Xia hesitated.

It's too late to receive this notice! What's more, I've never heard that Wen Guoqiang is in that corner of the ghost that doesn't lay eggs.

Whether it's true or not, she can't help but doubt it.

At this time, Wang Xia seemed to be conquered by the three words Wen Guoqiang.

It was a quick step to find one flower shop after another.

Finally, around the corner, I saw a flower shop with dim lights. Through the faint orange light, it adds a hazy color, as if there are no flaws to be seen, and the color appears fresh and refreshing.

Is it equivalent to love, is it too straightforward? Or just give a carnation?

When the clerk was packing the flowers, Wang Xia was not idle, and unconsciously thought: Since it is a candlelight dinner and such an important festival as a birthday, how can she leave the cake with the romance of flowers?

Let's bring another cake? Don't celebrate his own birthday, he forgot about himself! How can this birthday be called a birthday without a cake? Where do you put the candles?

In short, many questions are enough to prove that Wang Xia is thoughtful for the sake of Wen Guoqiang, delicate, thoughtful and caring, warm and warm with sincere feelings.

With carnations in hand, I found one cake shop after another, which was either closed or pitch black.

Through the dim street lamp, Wang Xia looked at the silver-white beautiful watch on her wrist. How can time go so fast and so late!

Impatiently, I trotted all the way and stood in the P parking space at the intersection. With a quick wave of his hand, he stopped a red taxi and hurried in one direction without stopping.

Wen Guoqiang was anxious to see through the autumn water, and drank cup after cup, it had been a few hours since the invitation was sent, and the snail should have crawled, but he still couldn't hear the slightest movement.

Thinking about it, do you have to walk alone on your birthday? A person who is only looking forward to it has been painstakingly going through so long of it, but why has he not seen anyone for a long time?

Seeing Ye Bilian's arrival, Wen Guoqiang was both sad and disappointed, and the melancholy of loss made him drink cup after cup.

A person who tastes the taste of this cup after cup of bitter wine alone can really be said to use wine to eliminate sorrow, and sorrow is even more sorrowful.

The taste of this wine was not only astringent but also spicy, it was really like a fire that made him uneasy, and his eyes were in a trance.

I only heard the sound of the stairs, but no one knocked on the door.

There was a rush of footsteps, stopping at Wen Guoqiang's door.

Stopping to stay, Wang Xia listened softly at the door, there was silence, thinking for a while, or holding a red carnation alone, he walked into the door of Wen Guoqiang.

At this time, the light was dim and dim, and by the candlelight of the candle, it seemed to appear even more hazy.

As soon as Wen Guoqiang raised his head, he didn't have time to care about the flowers in Wang Xia's hand, so he hugged Wang Xia in his arms, and Wang Xia was surrounded by a pair of strong arms.

Wang Xia was startled by this sudden movement, lowered her head, and didn't know whether she didn't dare to stare or didn't want to. The sound of a pounding heartbeat is almost in the throat.

Wanting to calm down or calm down, he unconsciously raised his head, but inadvertently met the man's eyes, and his heart immediately jumped up like a few deer.

Wang Xia said to herself, is this a spring heart? She seems to want to calm her messy mind, but she doesn't know what's wrong with herself, at this moment, in front of this man, she didn't look at him much, and she was confused like this?

Is it that I really fell in love with him?

Wang Xia's throat tightened, and she wanted to pour out a soft murmur of concern, but she choked up, and at this time, her eyes were dyed with an indescribable rhyme.

Wang Xia was wrapped in the man's strong arm, so close that he could feel the man's pungent smell of wine like a fog.

Suddenly a little trembling, I don't know if it's nervous or?

At this time, Wen Guoqiang was like hugging a well-behaved kitten, and the woman was breathing slightly in his arms very docile.

Although it was a slightly trembling slender body, it was still nestled in his arms. The heat in the mouth is like a swimming sigh, gently spraying on the white and white cheeks of the rosy, breeding more intense affection.

The mind that was already stimulated by alcohol can now arouse the most primitive feelings in his man's body.

Wang Xia didn't know whether it was true or not, twisted the slender waist and the figure of the mansha, wanting to break free but as if she was making a appearance, obviously slowly conquered by the tenderness of the man in front of her.

I don't know when, I excitedly slid the carnation in my hand to the ground.

She actually took the initiative to kiss Wen Guoqiang's cheek, just a gentle kiss, and Wen Guoqiang really felt stronger and more passionate about the woman in front of him from primitive and natural ignorance.

In short, a man's instinctive movements, one hand kept touching the woman's softness.

The man kissed the woman's babbling and speechless red lips. Strong tongue, Juan is crazy and evil. At this time, without waiting for him to pry her tight lips open, she took the initiative to open her red lips, not only did not struggle, but also did not resist. Let the man's domineering tongue drive straight in, full of gagged her mouth, and let him wantonly stir the world in her mouth.

Then, the kiss became gentle, Wang Xia felt that her lips were taken into a moist mouth, and little by little she touched the past, how sweet and happy, as if it was the taste she had been looking forward to for a long time, and a kind of joyful joy welled up in her heart.

After kissing her lips, Wang Xia gasped for breath. The first time I tried this sweet torture, I was suffocated by a kiss!

Except for the simple and rough and fine pain, Wang Xia really couldn't feel anything else, only that her whole body was like heavy electricity, enchanted, and bursts of electric waves flowed through every cell in her body like lightning.

After a long time, although the pain was a little painful, it couldn't hide the excitement, warmth and sweet enjoyment brought by the little pain.

She willingly let the man in front of her stick his finger there, a forbidden place for a woman, but also a man for whom she loves deeply, a green swamp.

At this time, Wen Guoqiang didn't know whether he was invaded by the warmth of a woman, or excited by the stimulation of alcohol, but his brain did not listen to the call, talked to himself, and complained forcefully and unreasonably: Why did you come?

Wang Xia faced the man in front of her, and her heart was sour. Hearing Wen Guoqiang's monologue, I don't know if it is a trace of pity or long-lost love.

In short, it is uncontrollable, and the heart is full of gentle returns.

His hands lightly clasped around Wen Guoqiang's neck and said, "Honey, people bought you a cake? Who told you to send a message so late?"

Wen Guoqiang didn't seem to know what Wang Xia was muttering at all, just immersed in the warmth he wanted.

He had just loosened his arms, but he wrapped Wang Xia with strength again, and his lips sucked hard, like the flames of a candlelight dinner burning more and more.

Holding Wang Xia and kissing all the way, moving backwards slowly, minute by minute, I don't know when and second, I stumbled and sat down on the sofa, and muttered: Ye Bilian! Do you know how bitter you hurt me?