Dongfang Yu was soaked in alcohol and Mei Fang's amorous gaze, and he descended the steps of the stairs in a daze, completely immersed in Fei Si. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He is self-absorbed, smug, sighing that things in the world are ever-changing, and a little is under control, who would have thought that this stubble thing would have such a result, which makes people feel a little helpless.

In the blink of an eye, he was blown by a cool breeze and shivered uncontrollably, the whole person was cold from head to toe, and he seemed to be a little sober, and the dizziness just now suddenly disappeared. He unconsciously felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, thinking of Mei Fang upstairs, instinctively looking back at the building where Jiang Tao lived, and gathering the window that was still lit, guessing what he was doing at this time.

Thinking of Jiang Tao, who was carrying a mess of mud on his back just now, he didn't know at all, such a man, what else could a woman who was in a hurry do to him, his mind was dizzy, who could know, who knew. Although it is impossible to guess what the two of them may perform, his mood has become worse and worse under the stimulation of alcohol, melancholy, lost, and the whole person is in decline, as if there are thousands of ants crawling and biting on his body, desperately wanting to rush into the room to see what is going on.

However, he did not have the courage to continue to move forward with heavy steps, and then forward.

When he woke up, the sky was bright, and Dongfang Yu was not sure about the situation for a while, staring at the ceiling. The sunlight shone through the window, and although it did not shine directly on the bed, it was a stone's throw away from the bed, and the body and mind were warm. Today, it was undoubtedly a fine day, but he still couldn't mention his interest, and he always felt that his whole body was shrouded in something translucent. He barely leaned to his feet, intending to smoke a cigarette and gather his thoughts before getting up again. But as he got up, he inadvertently burped, and he suddenly felt that the whole air was filled with the smell of wine. Alas, last night, I drank too much wine, and the alcohol in my stomach has not been completely eliminated until now. This wine, it's really annoying, and you can't give it up, why drink so much wine, the whole body is swollen and painful, and you can't lift your spirits, it's really not cost-effective. Oh, I think about it, Mei Fang, and Jiang Tao, yes, everything is for this lovely and hateful woman, in order for this woman to be able to dedicate herself smoothly, he desperately made a cup with Jiang Tao, good brothers, three stars Gaozhao, good brothers, three peach orchards, four seasons wealth, five heads, six or six shun, seven qiao, eight horses, nine consecutive rings, full of red ......, anyway, in the end it was in the clouds. But he didn't know how to perform last night, whether Mei Fang succeeded, he suddenly felt like a pimp.

A girl, in front of herself, shows the psychology of abuse to a man like this, and she is single-handedly promoted, what is this all about? Now, there is no need to think about anything, everything has passed, everything is in vain. Although he hoped that there was nothing to do last night, so much wine, unconscious, with men's intuition, most of them should be fine, Meifang didn't get anything done, he couldn't imagine that Meifang had a practical and effective operation, but where did there be so much hope in the world, and more of them were disappointed.

However, he can't inquire directly, everything can only wait in passivity, and no actual effective operation is the best, not to say what Meifang wants, but it must be what he wants. No matter what kind of waiting it is, for him, it is mental torment and physical destruction. He found that his personality was not suitable for maneuvering in the love field, and he still belonged to the emotional type in his bones, and in the process of male and female games, he was always torn apart by emotional entanglements, and he couldn't be cynical, and he couldn't look at everything that happened in front of him with a normal mentality. He has the same experience and feelings in his dealings with his ex-wife, Qiao Li, and Shihui, and he has always felt very tired. He knew that a man could not have all the women in the world at the same time, but he wanted to have them in the process of contact with women. That's where his short life lies, his nodes. He knows that almost all men have such a psychological complex, so he admires very much the men who can easily navigate among many women, can afford to take it, can put it down, and the rest is chic and romantic. In any case, he had finally completed a difficult task, and as for the outcome, it was not his business, and he could not have held them up hand in hand and watched them both snort. The heart is still entangled, and the emotions are still fluctuating, but I still haven't forgotten to stretch out a breath from the bottom of my heart, eliminate the impurities and filth in the body, and promote a righteous momentum.

With this momentum, his worries soon had a clear message, and he was about to get out of bed when the phone rang. When he saw it, he saw that it was Mei Fang, and his first reaction was not to connect it immediately, but to stare at the number, and he didn't press it down for a long time. At that moment, his mind was churning, and thousands of thoughts burst out. He cared about the content of the call and the result, for fear that if he pressed the button, he would not get the result he wanted. Therefore, he needs to hold his breath, he needs to sort out his chaotic thoughts, and he needs to have a relatively calm psychological atmosphere, but he tries to restrain himself, but he can't really do it, the more he wants to do it, the more excited he is, and he can't control it, he always thinks about what kind of mood the woman on the other end of the phone will be, what kind of expression will she reveal to him, whether it is a dazzling eyebrow, or a sad cry, or something else that cannot be guessed. He couldn't imagine what it would be, but what appeared in front of him was the image of a woman who seemed to be on the verge of shattering, and that was what he hoped for most.

"Teacher Dongfang Yu," a crisp and loud female voice on the other end of the phone, "Thank you, thank you!" ”

Before he could reply, the other end of the phone had already hung up. "Thank you, thank you!" This, what does this mean, he was in a trance, but whatever it meant, his body reacted directly, he was thrown into the bed, and his body slid down the head of the bed. He didn't have the strength to get out of bed, he was lost and melancholy to the extreme, it's over, everything is over, what he worries about, what he forbids, whether it's dirty or dirty in a man's heart, it's completely reflected in his body.