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Lin Wenxiu turned his face sideways and kissed the other party's lips accurately.
The other party seemed to be stunned, and did not have time to react.
The two of them were stuck together, and Lin Wenxiu couldn't care about the other people around him, Dou Shuya or Chang An, or some other person, there was no longer zĂ i in Lin Wenxiu's heart.
At this moment, in his eyes, there is only one person, Cheng Qingrong.
The two of them were very close, their bodies were tightly pressed together, Cheng Qingrong's whole person was surrounded by Lin Wenxiu in his arms, he supported the wall with one arm, and wrapped one arm around Cheng Qingrong's neck, clasped the back of his head, pressed his head to himself, and gently gnawed on each other's lips with his teeth. Gnaw.
"Wen ......" Cheng Qingrong only muttered a vague syllable, and Lin Wenxiu's tongue was already strong. invaded, hooked the tip of his tongue. Fierce Correction. Wrap.
Lin Wenxiu hugged Cheng Qingrong's arm even harder, pressing the other party's body fiercely against him, so that there was no gap between the two, and they were tightly together, as if they were born like this.
The other party suddenly reached out and wrapped his neck around his neck hard, and began to respond with some ferocity.
Wet. Moisten hot tongue. Head sucking on each other. Sucked, Lin Wenxiu's heart trembled slightly.
Sure enough, as Cheng Qingrong said, kissing is a beautiful and pleasant thing, and this matter can make Lin Wenxiu's heart slowly sink.
Tongue-to-tongue entanglement. Wrap the lips with the lips. grinding, tooth-to-tooth collision, breathing and breathing. Melt.
Sticky. The sound of greasy water sounded, and the weight on his neck gradually increased, Lin Wenxiu hugged Cheng Qingrong hard, only to feel that the warm body under his hand was getting softer and softer, and even slowly sliding down.
Finely broken moans overflowed from the corners of his mouth, Cheng Qingrong's body even became hot, and Lin Wenxiu felt that his clothes were tightly grasped by Cheng Qingrong, as if he was grabbing his heart.
There was an indescribable feeling rising from his heart, gradually filling Lin Wenxiu's heart, he couldn't resist this strange feeling, and felt that sinking was an incomparably wonderful thing, he was entangled with Cheng Qingrong. entangled, unwilling to let go of each other.
Chest drama. Fierce ups and downs, Lin Wenxiu felt that his brain was a little dizzy, and the body in his arms began to struggle, he suddenly turned his head away, trying to calm his breathing.
Urgent. Shortness of breath. The sound of breathing sounded, and Cheng Qingrong's whole person almost slipped from Lin Wenxiu's arms to the ground, and he had to reach out and try to hug the other party's neck to maintain his standing posture.
"Wen, Wenxiu......" Cheng Qingrong felt that not only his voice was trembling, but his whole body was trembling, and his legs were shaking undecently.
Lin Wenxiu was short of breath. Urging, he hugged Cheng Qingrong tightly, looked at the other party's eyes, and asked seriously, "Are you angry?" â
"W-What?" Cheng Qingrong's face turned red, "How, how is it possible, I ...... Not! â
Lin Wenxiu kissed Cheng Qingrong's double again. lips, he is going to carry out Dou Shuya's words to the end today, and he must kiss Cheng Qingrong until he is not angry.
If Cheng Qingrong is still angry, it must be that he kissed not well enough.
Arouse. Fierce wet. The kiss began again, and the two seemed to be engaged in an endless entanglement. Soft.
Entanglement with each other. entangled, blended with each other, with the depth of the kiss. entered, Cheng Qingrong felt that he was already in a collapse.
Although kissing Lin Wenxiu is an incomparably wonderful thing, but doing this. Chai Lie. But the fire is not released; Put the pro. The kiss made Cheng Qingrong very uncomfortable, and this time when Lin Wenxiu let go of him a little, Cheng Qingrong collapsed and begged for mercy: "Don't be angry, don't be angry." â
Lin Wenxiu asked, "Really?" â
"Really." Cheng Qingrong couldn't stop nodding.
"Oh." Lin Wenxiu understood, "It's good not to be angry." â
Cheng Qingrong: "...... Let's go in. Go ahead. â
Lin Wenxiu's eyes looked to the side, Chang An and Dou Shuya were no longer there, it was estimated that most of them were avoiding, he stood up straight, and led Cheng Qingrong to prepare to return to his office.
Who knew that Cheng Qingrong stumbled and almost fell:
"Ahem, legs, legs are a little soft, I'll just rest for a while."
Cheng Qingrong thought to himself, this is really sweet distress.
Lin Wenxiu couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, as if he was in a good mood, he reached out and opened the door of the office, and turned around and hugged Cheng Qingrong in his arms: "I'll carry you in." â
Cheng Qingrong: "Ah! â
Lin Wenxiu said, "What's your name?" â
"I'm excited." Cheng Qingrong pressed his cheek against Lin Wenxiu's chest and listened to the other party's heartbeat, "It feels so close to you." â
Lin Wenxiu said: "You are the closest person to me in the world, and you are my wife." â
Cheng Qingrong's eyes suddenly became a little hot, and he buried his face in Lin Wenxiu's arms without saying a word.
Lin Wenxiu closed the door and carried Cheng Qingrong to the small reception area, in front of the group of sofas, and wanted to put Cheng Qingrong on the sofa. But Cheng Qingrong hugged him tightly and didn't have the slightest idea of wanting to go down.
"Are you still angry?" Lin Wenxiu asked again.
Cheng Qingrong's face was buried in his arms, and his voice was a little muffled: "How can I be angry, how can I be willing to be angry." â
Lin Wenxiu said: "Then you go down first, I can't hold it." â
Cheng Qingrong sat down on the sofa, his body was a little damp, he was only wrapped in a coat, and he was even wearing slippers under his feet, as if he had come out of the house in a hurry. His chest and shoulders were stained with rain, and they were unusually wet to the touch.
Lin Wenxiu took off his coat, found the coat he had spare here and put it on his body, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, held his hands, half-squatted in front of him, and looked up at his eyes: "Qingrong, let's talk, okay?" â
Cheng Qingrong nodded, and said again: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have quarreled with you today." â
"That's supposed to be for me." Lin Wenxiu said calmly, "You don't have to blame yourself for quarreling with me. â
Cheng Qingrong lowered his head and clenched Lin Wenxiu's hand without speaking.
Today, because of Lin Wenxiu, his whole person is completely insane, and he is not like him at all.
In fact, Lin Wenxiu was still a little confused about the situation, he didn't know why Cheng Qingrong was angry, and he didn't know what Cheng Qingrong was arguing about. But he didn't want to see Cheng Qingrong's sullen look, and he didn't want to see the other party's sad and sad look, so he had to figure out why Cheng Qingrong was angry.
"Let's take it slowly, we still have a lot of time." Lin Wenxiu said, "Why are you angry today? â
Cheng Qingrong moved his lips, and he didn't know where to start.
There are too many reasons he wants to say, he wants to ask why he didn't know that Lin Wenxiu was going on a business trip, they were obviously together from yesterday afternoon to evening, was it because the other party avoided him when he answered the phone, so he didn't know anything about Lin Wenxiu's business trip. He also wanted to ask the other party if he felt that he was uneducated, whether he felt that he was just a businessman covered in copper smell, and there were many other questions, but in the end, Cheng Qingrong only said:
"I thought you didn't care about me."
Lin Wenxiu was stunned for a moment.
Cheng Qingrong suddenly hugged him hard and said all the things he had always wanted to say:
"I thought you didn't care about me, I thought you didn't have me in your heart at all. I thought that in your heart, I was just a person who had to rely on money to get close to you, and I thought I had no weight. Cheng Qingrong's voice suddenly choked, "I thought I liked you, and I had made all the preparations, but I still felt so sad." â
"I'm so sad."
Lin Wenxiu was a little stunned, he didn't expect Cheng Qingrong to think so in his heart.
Hugging him more and more, Cheng Qingrong hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly slip away, Lin Wenxiu slowly reached out and hugged the other party in his arms, and put his head on Cheng Qingrong's shoulder.
"Why do you think that?"
"I think about it every day." Cheng Qingrong said, "I can't help myself from thinking nonsense, I have to think about it when you don't reply to the text message, do you think I'm annoying; You didn't look at me when you were eating, and I have to think about it, do you think I'm shameless; You go to bed before me, and I have to wonder if you're afraid of me. I ......" Cheng Qingrong took a deep breath, "I really don't look like me at all." â
Lin Wenxiu muttered, "It's so strange. â
"What's wrong?"
"My body is so weird." Lin Wenxiu was a little dazed.
Cheng Qingrong couldn't take care of himself all of a sudden, he quickly broke free from Lin Wenxiu's arms, and touched the other party's body indiscriminately: "What's wrong, what's uncomfortable, did you catch a cold in the rain today?" â
Lin Wenxiu shook his head and pointed his finger at the place on his chest: "It's a little sour here." â
Cheng Qingrong's movements paused.
"When I first heard you, it was sour here."
Lin Wenxiu calmly got up to the desk, picked up the landline microphone, and comforted Cheng Qingrong: "I may be sick, don't worry, I have the phone number of the school doctor, let him come and see me." â
Cheng Qingrong hurriedly rushed over and pressed Lin Wenxiu's hand, looking at him with burning eyes.
"What's wrong?" Lin Wenxiu's expression was a little flustered, "Is my illness very serious?" â
"Not strict." Cheng Qingrong's eyes gradually turned red, "I'll just kiss it." â