After going there, it felt very different than I imagined. In that desolate city, L had to lead the team to fight the country, and it was very stressful, so I saw him, he had to answer a phone call almost every ten minutes, he was very busy, and he didn't have time to take care of me. So I was relieved to finish my business at hand, and went back to the hotel after dinner in the evening.

He didn't get off work until about 8 o'clock in the evening, and called to ask me if I wanted to go to dinner with their department, and I said that he wouldn't go after eating, and he would remember me all the time.

After eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, I had just fallen asleep, he called, obviously too drunk, and asked for my room number, and I didn't tell him. He began to be coquettish in a childish tone: "I miss you so much, I want to see you so much, what should I do!" He said that his car broke down, and his subordinates drove him back to the rented home, and he tried to take a taxi downstairs for a long time, but the place was remote and he couldn't get a taxi. I advised him to rest early, and he was still talking about trying to find various solutions, but he fell asleep as he spoke.

Sometimes I think I'm not very considerate, but he's really hard.

I didn't sleep well, it was hard to fall asleep when I was woken up, I was confused at one or two o'clock in the morning, and I called again at half past six in the morning, this time he was very awake, asked for my room number, told me not to check out so early, he would come to me at 9 o'clock.

"You don't have to go to work?"

"I'll just stay for an hour. I want to meet you. ”

"But I made an appointment for a meeting at 9:30 in the xx department."

"I called them to postpone."

I was speechless all of a sudden, and my heart warmed.

At 9 a.m., he came and knocked on the door. I was wearing a professional skirt and was going to talk to him about work first.

"It's harder to make an appointment with you than it is to meet with the president."

I took out my pen and paper, and before I could say a word, he threw me on the bed, held my hands, and kissed me on the mouth. I fight, but I'm laughing! There was a fragrance on him. He had drunk alcohol last night, apparently after taking care of it in the morning. Later I learned that the smell on his body was the little perfume I gave him before his new official took office (everyone in the department gave him a farewell gift at that time), and he used it every day.

"I'm going to talk to you about work first......"

"That's what you say." He kissed me on the lips and grinned.

"What do you say?" I struggled to dodge and he buried his head in my chest and took a deep breath.

I knew he wanted to say, "It smells so good," though he didn't say it. His mouth was still probing under his collar, and I stopped him immediately.

I'm not scared at all today because I have a trump card.

Xiao M said that if he knew that the woman came to menstruation and forcibly asked for a man, he was either perverted or neurotic.

He didn't succeed that day.

Although when he learned that I was coming to menstruation, he did not jump up as I had imagined, but asked gently, "So what?" "It scared the hell out of me. But in the end, he didn't mess around.

He just kept kissing me, restraining his desires. I was very conflicted, and I was so nervous that I couldn't speak, but in the end I still said the concerns that I had been holding in my throat: "Hey, I said that if I asked you to buy me a LV bag, would you immediately rush out of this door?" ”

Xiao M once warned me about her understanding of men: If you want to make a break with a friend, you are asking him for expensive gifts, and he will think that it is difficult for you to worship money and take the initiative to break up.

Am I testing his attitude?

If he says anything as I expected that he doesn't want to buy, including what is good about the LV bag, I will see his essence and despise it, so that I can justifiably quit as a "gold worshipper".

Originally, it was difficult for L, the iron rooster to invite me to eat a meal of more than 300 yuan. Once before, I also tentatively asked him to invite me to the most upscale local hotel to eat a single 500 yuan buffet - of course, this request seems a bit excessive - but he directly refused: why eat such an expensive thing, it is not delicious.

But this time, he said unexpectedly: "Is it the one you posted a photo last time on WeChat?" Okay, I'll buy it for you. But I think it's too small, so why don't you buy a big one for you? ”

I teased him a little incredulously: "Oops, the iron rooster is going to pluck its feathers?" ”

He said, "Isn't it just an LV bag?" Because it's something you like, I don't think I can't buy it. The implication is that his previous performances were not because of slamming the door, but because he felt that he was not worth it; Now I think it's worth spending money on what I like, and it doesn't matter if it's tens of thousands.

I had the feeling of being electrocuted.

I didn't lack material things when I was a child, and I never asked my boyfriend for any gifts, but no one really gave me such an expensive thing without any promises, just listening to it made me feel uneasy.

Of course, for him, an LV bag is only a matter of half a month's salary. But the sudden and generous treatment of a "stingy" person like L made me feel that something was wrong, as if he had sacrificed what he cared about the most.

Regarding this matter, Xiao M later counted me down and said, "A bag of 10,000 pieces will conquer you?" You short-sighted cheap woman! Why don't you ask him if he wants a villa to see if he will? Idiot! ”

But the feeling in my heart is not the value of this bag, but the attitude of L.

I don't care if he buys me a villa or a card. Not being snobbish is sometimes a weakness, and I may be an idiot.

But the meeting that day ended up unhappily, and I can't say why, since the confession, whether it is a phone call or a meeting, it is always easy to have conflicts (in the end, most of them ended in me taking the initiative to compromise).

The reason this time is that I'm still struggling with too much uncertainty about him. As he touched my hand and approached him, he asked me why I always refused. I said, "Who knows if you're sick ......" He was stunned for a moment before he understood what I meant. Then he got up and was about to leave.

I grabbed him stupidly: "Angry? ”

He showed his signature look again, and looked at me incorrectly: "I'm a stinky fart, obscene, poor in technique, and sick, so what do you like about me?" ”

I was so amused that I plucked up the courage to hug him from behind...... But he still walked away a little angrily.

In the time between my return and my next official date, we had a couple of cold wars, all trivial, and finally inexplicably reconciled. It feels like he's settled on me, never texting or calling me, because he's busy, or maybe for other reasons, he always takes the initiative to contact him every two days when I think of him, and every time it's very brief (calling someone I like, I'm still as nervous as a scared girl). I think he just doesn't want me and doesn't care about me, and I feel like although he says he thinks about me every day every time we meet and acts impatient, but that's what happens after we separate. Didn't people say that if you really like someone, no matter how busy you are, you will find time to contact? Men and women have different ways of thinking, but in fact, at that time, I purely stood on my own view of love, ignoring his experience, pressure, and needs.

For a person who works overtime until late at night every day, is woken up by the phone to talk about work when he sleeps, and is burdened with the company's operations and performance every day, even if he likes a woman, he will not want to send text messages day and night like a teenager. For L, who still has a family to take care of, I am at best a life adjustment and stress reliever. But I'm a natural person who likes to think too much, and I'm restless and like to make trouble for the person I like, which is a very bad quality for an "extramarital affair partner". Our relationship is completely different from a simple romantic relationship. When the bed partner gets out of bed, he can't ask for more from the other person.

But sometimes I'm really annoying.

I also have a possessive nature, which is reflected in the desire for control.

I suggested that he change his Weibo profile picture, and he would be annoyed to change it.

If I want to know something about his past, I have to ask about it.

At one point he said "that's annoying", but he still fulfilled my request and said, "I think I'm good enough for you". Yes, from his standpoint, I believe that.

Before we met again, we made a phone call that looked like we were going to break up. Originally, I just wanted to blame him for not wanting me, but then I felt inferior and asked him, "Am I a very annoying person?" Always let you do this and that. He said yes. I said, "Then you don't like me at all, I'm afraid I'll cause you more and more trouble in the future." I thought he was going to coax me into saying I wasn't afraid or something, but he said, "Okay." ”

I said angrily, "Then we won't contact each other in the future." ”

He said, "Okay." ”

L is such a person, he never pleases women, and even if he wants to compromise, he is clumsy and thin-skinned. He also had a hearty message: Didn't you say don't want to contact? Meets your requirements.

Men have a terrible side to ruthlessness, unlike women who are always indecisive.

I was so angry that I didn't want to pay attention to him after hanging up the phone that day, but subconsciously felt that he would come back and apologize. Don't forgive him easily when the time comes, but give him some color.

As a result, I surrendered myself within two weeks, and I missed him to the point of insomnia. Because of the tacit understanding in the past, because of the happiness of teasing each other, because of the many, many happy and unhappy memories in the past year are related to him. It's finally close at hand, and I'm not willing to lose it like this.

I just sent him a WeChat message to try it, and he replied immediately, no temper, like nothing had happened. Maybe he's waiting for a step. We made an appointment to meet on a Friday night, and he was just in time to come back for a meeting.

Progressive dating strategies are the knowledge that every patient pervert should master.

If I were a man, I would know that.

I can't seem to find a better word than a moth to a fire to describe my current state.

From the struggle to hold hands on the first official date, to the second time I threw myself on the bed and kissed him, to this time, he drove me to a deep forest park. I knew what he wanted to do, and I could even foresee where he could go today, but I gladly got there.

Of course, he also put a lot of energy under the urging of hormones, and the meeting was scheduled for Saturday and Sunday, and he drove a long way from another city the night in advance, and he didn't eat just to see me.

The tone of his conversation with me began to become more natural, and he began to talk about less purposeful topics, such as the fact that he had been so tired lately that he had almost fallen asleep while driving two or three times, and had been rear-ended once because of it.

"Thank you for your hard work." I reached out and naturally stroked the back of his neck.

After the two met, they had a casual meal and began to drive all the way to the forest park. There is a parking lot known as the "Holy Land of Che Zhen", and when we arrived, we found that the "Holy Land" in China was overcrowded...... It's late at night, and there are still a lot of cars parked here, but there seem to be people inside. I couldn't stop laughing and crying at once, and I felt like we were in a zoo-like place to watch someone else live stream.

"Can I walk over and see what's going on in that car?" I pointed to a small car that was vibrating slightly.

"Yes." L replied in an eighth-level manner.

"Will you be beaten?"

"Yes."

I love his obnoxious temperament......

"And what are you bringing me here for?" I asked.

"You can do whatever you want."

"I don't want to do anything!"

"Okay." He unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car and dragged me straight from the passenger seat to the back seat.

"Don't!" I raised a foot to stop him from coming in.

He reached out and grabbed my leg high, and I almost walked away, and quickly retracted my foot. He climbed in and closed the door.

He kissed me, and I kissed back for the first time.

On L's collar I smelled the familiar smell of the perfume I had given him again.

On such an occasion, it is inevitable to go up and down, but what I remember the most is the dialogue with him.

"You're pretty good." His hand reached inside my clothes.

"What are you going to do!"

"Learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds."

The two of them wrestled for a long time, and he grabbed both of my wrists with one hand, and his hand was so strong that I couldn't move. Then his other hand ripped off my pantyhose.

"You see it's so wet." He whispered in my ear.

I blushed and tried to bring my legs together, but his fingers were as seamless as aquatic weeds. I couldn't help but moan, and as if he had been greatly encouraged, he suddenly rolled over and pressed me underneath.

"I don't want to be in this broken car for the first time......"

I ended up saying something like this!

He showed respect for my wishes with a tacit hug.

So the next time we meet, will we basically be disarmed and surrendered?

Is there another time we will meet?

From this date onwards, he drove me back to my residence every time. It's also because it's too late.

L was originally tall and thin, and after his promotion, he became even thinner, looking like a malnourished and haggard uncle of the art department, but he was never unkempt, and he paid attention to his clothes, hairstyle and beard every day. I like to look at his side face when driving, and I always feel that it is not inferior to any star, especially good-looking. At first sight, I thought he was very photogenic, with the small and delicate narrow cheeks of a Gaul (not a horse's face), a straight nose, and a fierce gaze with a hint of evil. What I actually like the most is the shape of his stubble, a natural beard, shaved green, but leaving a very manly faint trace.

I was confident in my image, but suddenly I felt inferior in front of him.

But my immersion in his handsome side face with brown sunglasses lasted only one night, although every time I woke up I thought of him and suffered from insomnia for a long time. Ever since I started dating him, I've been suffering from insomnia.

When I woke up the next morning, my mind was much clearer.

I don't care if he really likes me or wants to take advantage of me, I don't think I can go on any longer. Because I suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt. He is a man with a wife.

I suddenly felt disgusted with myself.

During the time when I didn't take the initiative to contact him, he didn't contact me, which is L's usual style.

During this period, I heard the news that S's wedding date was approaching, and then it was postponed for some reason. There are a lot of girls who have a crush on S in the company, and all kinds of gossip are always very popular. A new little girl from the S department innocently approached me, and said enviously: "Sister, I think you have a good relationship with Mr. S, he has never been so kind to the people in our department as he is to you, and he is always fierce." I smiled and said, "Of course, because you are his subordinates, he is your leader, and the mode of getting along is naturally different." "But in fact, I also know that S is really very polite and patient with me, and the premise of this is that he likes me, at least he is interested in me.

I always play dumb and keep a safe distance in front of him, and I never make frivolous jokes.

S also invited me to dinner a few times later, talking about the company's development and some insider information that I could know. He has a very accurate grasp of his identity, whether it is in terms of work or private life, he always communicates to the right point and makes people comfortable.

But it can also be said to be polite.

L and I are completely like two wild children messing around, but it's more real and close.

In order to avoid my uncontrollable longing for L, I took an early vacation to go back to my hometown to visit my parents and relatives.

In just a few days, my mother gave me a blind date.

She said, "You're almost 30 years old. ”

When I drank it on the head, I suddenly felt very creepy.

The real pressure that you don't feel when you're working alone in the city comes to me at a family dinner.

My self-righteous love, whose time and youth am I wasting?

In the past few days at home, I have endured great humiliation, and my mother has always thought that I have been better than others in all aspects since I was a child, and as a result, I have become an older leftover girl, which is unacceptable to her. She nagged my xx classmate all day long to marry the rich second generation, and xx neighbor to marry a civil servant, and then asked me to show a photo on my mobile phone: "This is introduced by your Aunt Wang, who does bridge engineering, and the conditions are very good......"

I looked at it curiously and exclaimed, "So old! "Not old! is 34 years old, and he is just more mature in dress. Besides, you're not young anymore......"

The man stood in front of a scenic spot in Europe dressed like a village cadre, full of fat and triumphant, and out of place in the environment. I stared at his almost bald head and thought of L again.

"People have cars and houses, the conditions are very good, and I have seen your photos, quite satisfied. Let's meet! Mom will help you get in touch! ”

I think my mom is going to sell her daughter.

But I don't seem to have the right to be angry.

I bought my ticket overnight and avoided the disaster under the pretext that the company was in a hurry to rush back.

My mother is not stupid, she left a sentence when she sent me: "You are also a big boss, Mom is for your good, you think about it yourself." ”

I ran back with a stomach full of grievances, and called L as soon as possible: "I want to see you." ”

It's better to give yourself to the pig's head that you don't love at all, so you might as well make yourself pleasing to the eye, right?

As soon as L got the call, he knew what I was going to do. We just made an appointment to meet on the weekend, and after that I was happy for a few days, as if I was looking forward to it.

He picked me up and took me to a lakeside hotel in the suburbs with a nice setting and hot springs. In the early winter, the autumn leaves are flying, driving quietly all the way, falling on the car one by one, and I will always remember that scene.

After checking in, he reached out and hugged me: "You are all mine this day." "I'm still a little nervous, bowing my head and speechless." Let's go to the hot springs first. He pulled me through the side door and down the corridor, like a bad boy ready to go on an adventure.

I followed, smiling at him, curious about the scene, like a kite being towed.

Entering the back door of a room, we found a small separate pond separated by a fence around us, attached to our bedroom, semi-open-air and unobstructed, but very private.

L put his arm around me and said gently, "Let's soak together." "I'm going to change my swimsuit." I tried to push him away. L suddenly unzipped the long zipper on the back of my dress and caressed my spine: "You don't need to wear a swimsuit here. ”

I was startled as if I had been frozen by icicles, and immediately wanted to escape, but L hugged me tightly and laughed in my ear: "What, do you still want to escape to the next room?" "I also know that it is hypocritical to refuse at this time, but I always feel that it is inappropriate, and I didn't understand the reason at the time, in fact, it is because of his married status, although you and I don't want him to take any responsibility, but I have been hesitant out of moral constraints.

He confirmed that I was in the urn, but the first time I was still impatient. He couldn't unbutton my underwear for a while, and I resisted stubbornly, so L simply dragged me into the hot spring pool, and now the clothes of both of them were soaked. He kissed it right away, and his hands flew off my clothes under the water. I also knew I didn't have to expect any romantic moves from this guy L, but I still muttered, "Why are you in such a hurry......"

L clumped all my clothes into a ball, threw them ten meters away from the edge of the pool, and then leaned triumphantly against the edge of the pool: "I'm not in a hurry now, it's up to you to be in a hurry." ”