The empty security room, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, the faint sun was spread on the floor at a sixty-five degree angle under the refraction of the half-folded blinds.

The voice seemed to be far and near: "I think, it's my fault, it was the bad behavior in the past that made her choose to do that kind of thing at that moment, don't forget, she is only twenty-four years old, twenty-four years old belongs to a cycle of adults just starting, it is normal to be suspicious and afraid." ”

Through Song Yuze's shoulder, Zhao Xiangnon found the voice, the TV was hung on the wall, the TV lens gave a big close-up of the people in the TV, and the faces of the people who appeared on the TV were haggard.

"Original embroidered ......" just like that, she murmured the name of the man who appeared on the TV.

As soon as he called out the name, he felt numbness in his neck, and then a fine pain, Zhao Xiangnon didn't pay attention to the cause of those pains, and what Bai Yuanxiu said on TV made Zhao Xiangnong feel embarrassed.

"So, please don't blame her too much, she just needs her undisturbed thinking time, and I'm willing to wait for her, so please give her time too."

Time to think for yourself? No, no! No, she just hid, and after she hid, she also did one thing: to give a hug to a man, during this period, the man she abandoned at the wedding called Kashiwahara embroidery was not within the scope of her concern, and even she felt that it was nothing, she was cleaning up the mess for Kashiwahara embroidery before, and it was not too much to let Kashiwahara embroidery clean up the mess for her, so it was considered to be flattened.

The sudden shame made Zhao Xiangnong subconsciously want to get rid of the hands that were wandering on his body, his eyes were firmly fixed on the TV, and his hands were pushing the person.

Then, the television shook suddenly, and then, several times in a row, after which the pain that seemed to tear apart the body swept over her, and the pain caused her throat to make the sound: Ahhh

At this moment, her back was still pressed against the wall, the hem of her skirt was rolled up and pushed up to her waist, and her legs were already driving to his waist at some point.

And he, at this moment, was buried deep in her body, revealing his existence with the most powerful place, forcing her to take her eyes off the television.

The pain made tears seep out of the corners of her eyes, and when one fell down, he kissed off one, and when two fell down, he kissed off two, and then, tears penetrated from the corners of her eyes to her lips, he pried open her lips and kissed off the tears that belonged to her one by one from the tip of her tongue, and the hand that had been beating his shoulder gradually became soft and weak with the sweetness of his tongue to the tip of her tongue. Delivery. He's been in her body all the time, but he...

She could feel him growing stronger in her body from the almost suffocating grip on each other, the tearing pain soothed by the provocation of the tip of his tongue, and the temporary discomfort buried in her body began to be carefully contained, and then, began to be irritable. Move, and then after that, spread rapidly, always wanting to do something...

No, no, at least not at this moment.

So, he pushed his hand and breathed for breath. At the chance of breathing, she made a small voice: Get out, you go out...

The TV shook a little harder, and he pierced her again, and the toes that were clung to his waist wrinkled with pain.

The buttons of the shirt have been fully unbuttoned, and the sides of the ripped off shirt are hanging loosely on the arms, chest. The clothes were also spared, the hidden buttons were unfastened and loose, half-hidden and half-hidden hanging on the towering place of her chest, he was so heavy, so ruthless, so unsympathetic, the kind of heavy that had never been penetrated by the taste of the taste of her head with the most extreme force, and then she heard a sound similar to crying and laughing in her throat, and then, the silence around her was deathly, and the burning and hot breath fell on her chest in an extremely quiet atmosphere, and she half-pulled down her eyes, Half of the eyelid is her pear-shaped breasts, and everything is unobstructed.

Pushing his hand to cover it, as soon as she moved, she watched the two balls on her chest sprinkle joy with his once more penetrating like a jumping white rabbit, and after a few clicks, she ushered in a small stagnation.

The hand resting on her waist moved upward, then the fingers gently traced the arc of her breasts, and finally, gently touched the one on her left.

What is conveyed to the tips of her fingers is like the petals that are in full bloom at the beginning, originally just to vent, making her hurt, but her chest. The previous pair was always shaking in front of him, making him want to make some thoughts that should not have occurred at certain moments.

Originally, I wanted her to die in pain, but in the end, it turned into careful care, and I was afraid that what I touched with my fingertips would wither.

The thumb gently blocked it, which point brought the vision was shocking and dazzling, but some thoughts seemed to be stronger than before, so the thumb moved away gently, so he saw the shocking red again, lowered his head, and said. Stay, so that the little thing will not be irritated by him.

In his push, she began to throw away her armor, grasping the only trace of thought, and she begged him: Song... Song Yuze, don't... Don't be here anymore, I beg you...

Zhao Xiangnong closed her eyes and deliberately didn't look at the TV, even though there was no Kashiwahara embroidery in the TV, she was still suffering, and that suffering came from her mind and body.

But her whispered plea was rewarded with a heavier punishment, and the plea turned into a low cry, which was used to release the torment and agitation, occasionally beating his shoulder weakly with her palm as he went too deep.

The small animal-like voice was doing sobs similar to accusations, and the sobs made Song Yuze irritable, and he used a deeper impact to relieve his irritability, but it seemed that the irritability came more intensely, and then he heard a panting voice, which was so unfamiliar that it didn't seem to come from his mouth.

"Don't call me Song Yuze!"

Accompanied by Song Yuze's words, it almost pierced her soul out of the body, forcing her to use the little distance she kept with his remaining reason to be gone, her feet wrapped more tightly around his waist, and the hand that had been trying to push his shoulder away turned into a hook around his neck.

When she was almost suffocated, she heard him say for the second time: Don't call me Song Yuze, then I... Let's go inside.

Go inside, well, go inside and you won't have a TV.

"That's... What do you want me to call you? This sentence is a broken question.

He only responded to her in a more savage way, and she sobbed under her voice again, the kind of emotion he buried deep in her body always made her always afraid, how could there be such emotions in this world, if...

What if one day she loses him?

"Song Yuze, you say... You said... What the hell do you want me to call you... Well? She heard herself sobbing.

"Again—" he gasped.

Again... By the way, just now she seemed to call him Song Yuze again, and Zhao Xiangnong was thinking hurriedly in his heart in his faster and heavier impacts, but heh... It's just that the ideas that have gradually formed have always become scattered under his strong revelations.

Finally, after he bowed his head and swallowed again. When she lived in her, some feelings came to her heart.

"Aze, I'll call you Aze, okay?" She whispered.

His body froze, and her hand gently stroked his hair and feet.

The notepad that was quietly placed in New Orleans had a beautiful blue font about some concerns, the concern of an ignorant mother about her child in the passing years: I had seen him in my dreams, and in my dreams, I called the child Aze, and in this way, our relationship seemed to become closer.

At the back of the security room was a bookcase with discarded files, the storage of which formed a barrier, and her palms were spread out against the wall, allowing him to come in from behind.

Afterwards, Song Yuze didn't know where to get the blanket, and the button-down shirt that he ripped off was put back on her body, he wrapped the blanket around her and asked her to sit on the pile of books, she lowered her head, he half-squatted in front of her, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, he asked sullenly: Does it hurt?

She subconsciously touched her legs, and he was unrestrained in the final sprint.

He touched her leg when his hand went to her thigh. Zhao Xiangnong subconsciously shrank her body when she moved inside, and the next second, her head rested on his shoulder socket, and his hand gently stroked her hair.

As soon as she was cared for, her grievances came out.

"Song Yuze!"

"Hmm."

"You have to listen to me in the future, even if I make trouble without any reason, you can't have any reason to refute it." Zhao Shannon warned viciously.

Song Yuze did not speak.

Zhao Xiangnong wanted to move away from Song Yuze's shoulder socket, but he forcibly pressed it back, paused, and said sullenly: "Just as you said." ”

Zhao Xiangnong hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction on Song Yuze's shoulder.

"In the future, I don't want to see something like what I saw in the afternoon."

"Which scene?"

"It's just that you can't take bags for other girls."

"You're mad at this? Zhao Xiangnong: You have to figure it out, it's a very ordinary help. ”

Zhao Xiangnong wanted to move his head away from Song Yuze's shoulder again.

"Okay, okay, all know." His voice was helpless.

When there were fewer people in the figure skating center, Zhao Xiangnong sneakily left the security room behind Song Yuze, and they passed by the security guard who was walking towards the security room in the aisle, Zhao Xiangnong lowered his head, and his hand subconsciously touched his face, and his fingers touched a piece of his cheek like a fire.

On the way back, Zhao Xiangnon was emphasizing with Song Yuze all the way a law similar to that of Zhao Xiangnong: when the car stopped at the intersection, Zhao Xiangnong didn't speak again, took off his helmet and closed his eyes and put his face on Song Yuze's back, this is the most commercial street in Chicago where Chinese gather, and a week ago there was an advertisement for a large-scale project between Bai and Zhao that was about to start cooperating, and now, no, no!

Zhao Xiangnong had been standing in front of the window for a while, and at this moment, what was filling her mind was the tired Kashiwahara embroidery that appeared on the TV, and the large advertisement that had been removed, and the telephone was within her reach, and she had been staring at the phone blankly.

When she wanted to put her hand on the phone, the good smell of bathing enveloped her, and subconsciously Zhao Xiangnong pushed Song Yuze, and her eyes fell on the phone.

"Don't you sleep? Well? He took her earlobe in his mouth and whispered.

"It's still early, it's just after nine o'clock." Zhao Xiangnong shrunk his neck and lowered his eyes.

As she spoke, she was picked up, the phone was getting farther and farther away from her, and the bed was getting closer and closer to her, and in his arms she quietly raised her eyes to look at him, and he was also looking at her.

Enchanted, his hand gently grabbed him by the collar.

The author has something to say: the hard work is back~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o(>_+''+