Yun Feilu was first attracted by Zhang Dong's peerless qin music, and then was shocked by Zhang Dong's peerless painting skills, and finally was completely lost in Zhang Dong's unparalleled calligraphy.

She never dreamed that Zhang Dong would be so genius! What makes her heart flutter is that Zhang Dong's paintings today seem to contain special intentions, as if he is missing a woman, who is this woman? Could it be me?

Her heart was beating wildly, her eyes were foggy, and she couldn't move Zhang Dong for a long time.

Murong Ying and the three twin beauties also woke up, and when they saw that a young woman with a noble temperament suddenly came and was obsessed with Zhang Dong, they all laughed secretly in their hearts, and instantly knew that she was that Yun Feilu, because they had heard Chen Xiaojiao jokingly say more than once that Zhang Dong had let the arrogant beautiful young woman throw herself into her arms as soon as she played the flute, and she dared to chase her home today.

They smiled ambiguously, quietly withdrew, and gently closed the door.

Zhang Dong stood up, walked over, and looked at this beautiful young woman with admiration, she was dressed very enchantingly today, with her hair in a high bun and pulled up with a jasper hairpin. Wearing a pink Nizi coat and a bright scarf, her tall breasts bulge, showing a beautiful arc.

The short blue skirt is flush with the hem of Niko's coat, and her legs are wearing thick flesh-colored stockings, which makes her look thrillingly slender.

On the whole, she not only has a rare classical beauty, but also exudes a coquettish and enchanting beauty, and she can really hook the soul of a man.

She was looking at Zhang Dong in a daze, with love, despair and a deep regret.

Zhang Dong's soul was really taken away by her, boldly embraced her into her arms, and then kissed her seductively red lips heavily, which made Yun Feilu wake up from his obsession, but found that he was in his arms, and he was kissing her passionately, she suddenly slammed her head, lost the ability to think, although she did not respond enthusiastically, but her whole body was unmoved, let him be light, let him take what he wanted.

Zhang Dong had never been intimate with such a classical beauty, and he was really excited, tasting her red lips, sucking her fragrant tongue, inserting his hands into her clothes, and climbing her sacred peak, in this cold winter, his hands were as hot as fire, as if to melt this classical beauty.

Yun Feilu let out a trace of reserved moans, but tears flowed from her eyes, her face was full of painful expressions, obviously suffering from the torture of her soul, she didn't want to betray her husband, but she couldn't refuse Zhang Dong's bosom friend, the caress and lingering of the lover she had built in her dreams.

Zhang Dongse's soul was given, her heart trembled, and she set up a tent high somewhere, holding it on her sensitive and longing place, and her hands also quickened the pace of exploration.

Yun Feilu's delicate body trembled, the pain on her pretty face became more and more intense, and she suddenly bit Zhang Dong's lips, while Zhang Dong was in pain, she struggled out of Zhang Dong's arms, stepped aside, and gasped for breath, her eyes were full of apologies, and her pretty face was full of regret.

Zhang Dong fully understood what she meant, and did not violate her again, this woman is not the coquettish Zheng Yanzi, she is a real talented woman, with her own profound thoughts, although she does not necessarily follow the three obedience and four virtues, but she is definitely greatly affected, if she wants her to betray her husband, she can't pass the moral level, not to mention, she also has a six-year-old daughter.

Yun Feilu quickly tidied up her posture, and it was no different from before, but the towering and undulating breasts, and the two red clouds on her pretty face betrayed her, obviously she was not in a calm mood.

She lifted the lotus lightly, approached the desk, picked up the brush, and wrote a poem on a blank piece of paper.

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, and every day is good with you.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

Her handwriting is delicate and beautiful, although it is not as good as Zhang Dong's calligraphy, but it is definitely a masterpiece of calligraphy, if it is auctioned, it is worth millions at best.

Zhang Dong's heart fluttered, this beautiful wife is really a rare talented woman, not only proficient in music and rhythm, but also a calligrapher, it is a pity to marry an ordinary person, blame herself for being born too late, eight years less than her, otherwise how could she let such a talented woman regret her life? How she is also one of the beloved women!

His eyes were full of regret, he held her slender hand holding the pen, took another piece of paper, and wrote "Yanqiu Ci" with a big pen.

Ask what the love of the world is, and teach life and death to promise. The world is a **** guest in the north and south, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom.

Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

was caught by Zhang Dong and wrote such a love poem, the font is beautiful, like a masterpiece of God, which makes people addicted.

With her versatile lover, grinding her ears and temples, or appliqués in the mirror, or you play me and listen, or hold a pen to write poems, such a wonderful scene I don't know how many times it has appeared in Yun Feilu's dream, it seems that all of them have become a reality today, she was excited again, and she couldn't help herself, and threw herself into Zhang Dong's arms.

Zhang Dong didn't scare her lightly this time, just gently hugged her fragrant delicate body, and made a rare Yanagishita Megumi, he knew that as long as he violated her again, then she would definitely run away like a frightened deer, destroying this wonderful atmosphere.

Yun Feilu leaned his head on his shoulder, a happy face, a peaceful face, but tears continued to flow, this peerless talent she was obsessed with and worshipped did not belong to her, belonged to other women, she did not belong to this man she liked deeply, but belonged to a man who had no love for him, in the past, she didn't feel that life could be passed, but now in such a comparison, she felt that life was like a year, and her heart was like wrenching, and she deeply felt a helplessness about fate.

After a long time, she gradually calmed down, wrapped her arms around Zhang Dong's waist support, took a deep breath of his breath, glanced at Zhang Dong affectionately, resolutely withdrew from his embrace, and said in a voice like a yellow bird: "Dong, goodbye." ”

She walked towards the door.

Zhang Dong sighed secretly, knowing that although this woman still lives in the same city as him, it is difficult for her to appear in his eyes again, this is the real end of the world, not that she doesn't like him, but she likes him too much, one is unwilling to betray her husband and daughter, and the other is self-consciously ruined, and she is no longer worthy of the perfect lover in her mind.

He picked up the white paper on which he wrote love poems and chased after him, stuffed it into her jade hand, and as soon as his skin touched, Yun Feilu trembled unbearably, and there was mist in his eyes, but he tightly grasped this love poem that she and he wrote together, opened the door suddenly, grabbed the door and went out, under the surprised and ambiguous gaze of Murong Ying, Lilian, Lirao, and Lichun, he walked quickly out of the villa gate and went in the direction where she came.

At this time, it snowed heavily, fluttering and sprinkling, one after another, beautiful to the extreme.

Yun Feilu's face was bright, with countless snowflakes, a touch of misery appeared on her face, and two lines of tears flowed down from her beautiful eyes.

"Huh"

An umbrella appeared above her head, and Zhang Dong appeared like a ghost from the wind and snow.

"Thank you."

Yun Feilu hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, slowed down, and walked side by side with Zhang Dong on the road of Yuntian Villa, at this moment, in her eyes, in addition to this heavy snow, there is only Zhang Dong in this world.

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to go on like this forever until the end of your life?

I don't know when, the two changed from sharing an umbrella side by side to holding hands side by side, and the umbrella was naturally held in Zhang Dong's other hand.

No matter how far the road is, there is an end, and no matter how slow you walk, you can reach your destination.

The two finally came to the door of the villa with flying green, she reluctantly let go of Zhang Dong's hand, there was no trace around, stood on tiptoe, gently gave him a goodbye kiss, and quickly retreated, got into her red BMW, and then took a deep look at Zhang Dong, suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out like a sharp arrow, as if to break through this love that made her difficult to struggle, and also seemed to break through the confinement given to her by the world!

Since then, Yun Feilu has never been to Yuntian Villa, and the villa she bought has been uninhabited and entrusted to the management office, and the balcony of a peerless beauty who once stood obsessively listening to Zhang Dong playing the guqin has also been empty, and there is no more beautiful scenery.

Perhaps, one day, she will appear on that balcony and listen to Zhang Dong play a song of phoenix with a smile, but at that time, she may have gray hair and wrinkles, but life is impossible to start over, and life is about to go silent.

Zhang Dong touched her lips that still had a trace of fragrance, and silently watched the beautiful talented woman drive and disappear in the wind and snow, and the regret in her eyes disappeared.

Yunfeilu is just a beautiful scenery on his life road, which does not belong to him, but it has deeply moved him, and it has a great effect on his understanding of the truth and rules.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, overwhelming, falling on his footprints trapped in the snow, and falling on Zhang Dong's slightly lonely body, cold and cold, even his heart was cold, but when he walked to Menglin Villa, and when several peerless beauties of Murong Ying, Gan Jingting, Lirao, Lichun, and Lilian stood at the door to greet him affectionately, his loneliness was swept away, his heart became hot, and he ran over with open arms......

Life is so delicate!

(Ask for a red ticket, thank you)