Ever since Dongfang Yu knew that Shihui had been to Chen Chun, he had been inquiring from time to time in the process of contact with Mei Fang. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Mei Fang knew that she had slipped her mouth, at first, there was patience and sincerity, and then, in order to avoid suspicion, she talked about him left and right, or simply kept silent. Of course, when he was with Mei Fang, he was more in a specific situation, and he didn't care about discussing Shihui. After years of experience, Mei Fangsheng is capable, and there is a kind of beauty in her ability, for example, when Dongfang Yu asked her personal questions, she not only avoided it, but also said a witty thing directly. You still say, it's your fault, Teacher Dongfang Yu, isn't it that you have mistaken my life. After Dongfang Yu heard it, he must have been taken aback. Looking at Dongfang Yu with a surprised expression, Mei Fang was happy. After laughing, she took care of her own business, and mercilessly threw the fluting Dongfang Yu aside and ignored it. Of course, she didn't really ignore him, it was just a strategy, she was busy for a while, and then handed him a towel to wipe his sweat, and attached it very closely, the towering breasts, the weak red crisp hands, the beautiful eyes, dangling in front of his eyes, until he was physically and mentally violent, the whole person was boiling, he instinctively stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to catch something. Of course, Dongfang Yu would never be able to make such a reckless move, and this bit of self-control still exists, but it will undoubtedly greatly shorten the psychological distance between him and Mei Fang. He instinctively sighed, what a red hand. I couldn't help but say catchily: "Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring palace walls and willows." ……”

Mei Fang knew that this was Lu You's hairpin head phoenix "Red Crisp Hands, Yellow Vine Wine", her face was crimson, full of shame, and what she presented in front of Dongfang Yu was full of seductive sexiness. Mei Fang quickly disguised and said, Teacher Dongfang Yu, you must not be polite with me, it is more appropriate to use it on Shihui, she is the most worthy person in our pile with a pair of red crisp hands. I don't have this blessing, you look at my hands, I do rough work all day long, where are not these hands, but it's bitter, in this life and this life, I'm afraid I'm most sorry for these hands. Mei Fang said as she stretched out her hand and tossed and turned in front of Dongfang Yu, fiddling sideways a few times. Dongfang Yu saw the rose blossom in his hand, and it was like a magnetic field in front of him, which was very sultry, and there was a sense of rhyme that could not be fully expressed in words.

Shihui's hands are indeed plump and white, and slender and moist, Mei Fang is not wrong, Dongfang Yu often plays and loves to put it down, it is very familiar. However, in his opinion, different women's hands, whether they look directly or touch, will have different feelings and experiences, which is probably male instinct, or a common disease. Although Mei Fang derogated her hands, it did not affect Dongfang Yu's appreciation and aesthetic feeling of her hands at all. Mei Fang's hands have a unique beauty, the kind of beauty that lays the foundation between expansion and contraction. Compared with Shihui, it is indeed a bit rough, even rough, but it is strong and vibrant, supplemented by her sleek and full wrists and jade elbows, which appear flexible and crisp and soft, combined with her subtle, rhythmic fingers, to set off its unique beauty. What's even worse is not only the hand, but also the beautiful body connected to the hand, Dongfang Yu can't help but think of the wonderful part that is invisible, and the hazy trance beauty comes to mind, which makes him think about it and can't help it. This feeling and experience of him, shrouded in every moment of his time with her, soaked and nourished, made his whole body full of vitality and fantasy. He was tempted, tormented, suppressed, and unrestrained by this feeling, forcing him to constantly introspect and self-discipline.

When appropriate, Meifang also confessed her worries about life's events in front of him. The girl is also old at her age, and she is about to enter the ranks of old girls, but she has not met the man she likes. Seeing that when talking about this topic, Dongfang Yu liked it very much in his heart, which was undoubtedly very interesting to him. However, he couldn't show it obviously, for fear of giving people a sense of disrespect for his superiors. He replied urgently and deliberately solemnly, this is a lifelong event, and prudence is necessary, but you can't be too picky and hesitant, artificially delayed, and that's how the remaining men and women came. Mei Fang replied, it doesn't matter if there are leftover men, because there is an extremely rich market for post-life resources, leftover women are different, women are naturally inclined to grow up, and they generally don't like men younger than themselves, and she is no exception, not to mention that the hairy guy can't accept her, anyway, she is not easy to accept the hairy guy. She relied on older men and felt reliable and down-to-earth. But where to find such a man, either as a husband, or as a famous flower, and even if there are the rest, most of them are crooked melons and inferior dates, and they are not in the eyes of this girl. Just you, Teacher Dongfang Yu, are also Mei Fang's second time, and they were robbed by others first. Mei Fang's words, said that Dongfang Yu's heart was full of joy and could not be controlled, as if if there was no master, he could immediately pick this flower and go back to the New Year.

Before they knew it, the two of them talked about it. It is said that it makes sense, no, it doesn't make sense, and it is not complete, there are ripples in each person's heart, there is no clear expression, there is no result, but there are unpredictable and unpredictable psychological expectations. It is no wonder that there is a difference between men and women, and we must pay attention to grasp it, otherwise, after getting along for a long time, it is easy to induce interaction and crossing, breed right and wrong, and everything can happen.

Of course, nothing has happened to them now, and in the future, maybe nothing will happen, because there is a poetry in this. They are different from Qiao Li and Dongfang Yu before, Shihui has a public relationship with Dongfang Yu, and both of them have psychological obstacles; Also, Shihui knows that the two of them often have to come into contact, and there is a kind of female instinct to be guarded, and they will mix in every now and then, or express their intimacy in front of Mei Fang, or enlighten Mei Fang's personal problems, which objectively plays a certain deterrent and prompting role. Originally, there may be an environment or opportunity for further action, but due to their own inner scruples, they hesitate, hesitate, or even simply retreat.

However, Dongfang Yu always had the shadow of Mei Fang dangling in front of him, and he found himself incorrigible. He began to reflect on himself, believing that this kind of longing, this kind of thought, was not simply a question of love or not, whether he liked it or not, but a question of moral character, and that deep down his soul was dirty and ugly. He doesn't know how he spent all these years with his ex-wife, but in those years, he has indeed been loyal and unswerving, without two hearts, and he also knows that there are many students who admire themselves and love themselves. What's the matter now, somehow falling to this point, becoming such a commodity. Isn't it the same person before and after, why is there such a big difference between before and after, so that even I don't know myself. He thought he had figured it out, but later realized that everything was not a matter of his moral character, but because his ex-wife's position in his heart was too important, and only she made him have no second thoughts. Today, his ex-wife has become someone else's pillow person, and he is entangled with others, how can he not be cold and lost.