In the end, everything is in order.

"The room I booked is right next to you." He leaned in and whispered, a faint cool scent smearing.

Meng Yao was stunned when he heard this.

"Strange, don't be afraid, I inquired with another waiter." He hurriedly explained, but he still looked like a humble gentleman, relaxed and polite without losing his demeanor.

Meng Yao didn't say anything when he heard it, still blushing and bowing his head uneasily.

The handsome man picked up the brocade box, and Mengyao walked one after the other, from the side staircase to the third floor, and there was a wall lamp in the corridor. The wall lamp is a cluster of flower balls, and there is a narrow gap between the flower balls and the flower balls, and the mysterious and subtle light is revealed along the gaps, which is beautiful, but a little hazy and dim.

In this atmosphere, suddenly, he held her jade hand.

"Huh?"

She avoided it unnaturally, but there was a hint of surprise in her heart. But no matter what, he couldn't break free, and his hand was as solid and powerful as a vice.

"My surname is Feng, my name is Feng Zimo, remember?"

Meng Yao turned his head and nodded stupidly, but his cheeks were hot, and he still didn't dare to look at him. In the face of Mengyao's deliberate sense of alienation, he was very happy, and this was the first time in more than 20 years that he was so happy, this mood was like the morning sun covering his heart, bright and warm.

He had long fallen in love with him, fell in love with his heart, and through his heart, he passed through his limbs and bones, and was intertwined in his body.

"So why are you shy? I've been secretly observing you a long time ago, aren't you still a pacesetter? ”

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. Mengyao still whispered, and he didn't dare to look up.

The man concluded that she was a simple and kind girl, and that her behavior was extremely good. He was confident that he could see people accurately, so his eyes became brighter, and his admiration for Mengyao was not much groomed and concealed...... At this moment, no one, anything, can enter his heart. He only has dreams in his heart, which is so full that he can even leave the whole world out.

The corridor is not long, and I can't help but go, talking and chatting awkwardly, I touched the third floor. Turn right, facing the staircase, is Mengyao's single dormitory, and only she has this treatment.

Sure enough, next to it was his house.

"I'll send you into the house first." He continued to be enthusiastic.

Meng Yao twisted open the door and pressed the flowering wall lamp, and he also came in with him.

"It smells so good."

He stopped his steps in the passage of the dressing mirror in the door, and put his hand on his forehead, as if to stop the sudden wave of vertigo. Yes, in the unventilated bedroom, I seem to smell Mengyao's body fragrance, this mysterious smell is actually a faint peach blossom fragrance.

Meng Yao hurriedly walked to the window in embarrassment and opened the window a crack. This season is very good, there is neither the cold of winter nor the mosquitoes and flies of summer, so it is more unscrupulous to open the window to breathe. Just get rid of the annoying smell as soon as possible.

Meng Yao saw the plain quilt that had not been tidied up, so he turned his head and looked at him embarrassedly, and after signaling, he quickly leaned over to tidy it up.

"Peach Blossom!" He suddenly approached and hugged Mengyao from behind.

"Huh?" Mengyao wanted to break free, but he just wouldn't let go.

"I have long been robbed of the peach blossoms on your sideburns, and I will call you a peach blossom in the future, okay?" A warm current of words, mixed with a clear mint smell, lightly dyed in her ears, how could she resist such a temptation?

The jade hand stopped busy, and actually covered his hand like a ghost, although the palm was still a little rough, but he could also feel the slightly heavier hair of the opposite sex. Before she could react, the itching in her ears and the enticing smell of mint made her feet weak, and she began to lose control and increase her breathing.

The chest is soothing and deep.

How so?

She raised her hand and patted her head to stop the vertigo, trying to sober herself up. However, just after a few strokes, Yushou was decisively caught by his big hand, and his cheeks rubbed against her hair, and from the hair, it naturally slid down to the sideburns. But Mengyao's peach blossom has really not been touched by anyone, even if she has been married...... Thinking of the screams and the beatings he was being beaten again and again, his heart trembled suddenly.

"Peach Blossom, wait five minutes, I'll give you a surprise."

Seeing that Meng Yao was stunned and lost his mind, he simply made a request, Meng Yao nodded, and his black eyelashes flashed with amazing agility. Zimo tightened her body and then warmed it for a while, before she reluctantly turned around and went out, and the wooden door was hidden.

Sure enough, soon back.

"Wow!" Meng Yao's red lips opened, surprised.

Seeing Zimo holding a large bouquet of fiery roses, "It is said that roses represent love, and today, I will give you 99 flowers to express love." ”

After the words, Meng Yaoman stood in front of him. The lights were shining, and the man in front of him had a handsome face, a wide forehead and a high nose. With bright eyes and thin lips, a firm jaw curve, and a perfect and natural blend of masculine majesty and handsomeness.

Mengyao's cheeks were crimson, and in order to alleviate the panic in his heart, he could only look down at the big fiery red. Zimo looked at Mengyao's pink cheeks and whispered, "Flowers are beautiful, people are more beautiful, flowers are not as beautiful as one-ten-thousandth of yours." ”

Look at this bouquet of red roses in spring, each one, the flower head is still stained with a little dewdrops, the petals are tightly lined up layer by layer, and the law is surrounded together to become a large fiery red condensed, and countless fiery red condensed and piled together, it makes up that part of the warmth, the warmth is like a torch, awakening and igniting, and guiding the soul that has long been asleep and cooled in Mengyao's heart.

It is said that roses have thorns, but this bouquet of roses does not, and the emerald green branches are pressed by the budding red roses, and I don't know where they are hidden. In front of Mengyao, there is only red and red, and there are scattered around the taro-colored wrapping paper, the corner of the paper is upward, the big corners of several taro papers are sparsely spread and stretched, and the middle of the wrapping paper is tied tightly with a peach-colored ribbon. This flower looks like it is being harvested and released, there is a focus and a brightening, everything is stretched freely, and Mengyao's heart feels so warm.

What kind of noble man gives roses? Besides, on this big spring day? Not to mention in the north.

"And roses this season?" She finally timidly voiced the doubt in her heart.

When he heard this, the corners of his mouth rose and his teeth shining, "Of course there is, 'The shark yarn is covered with green, and the brocade falls to the east wind.'" Weak in the spring smoke, sad in the twilight rain. I don't know what it means, it's as red as it is'. This poem "Rose" is the poet's emotion in spring. So there are roses in spring, at least in the south, and they are airlifted to the north. ”

After the crisp and pure, sexy and warm words are over.

Meng Yao looked up at him, blinking his spiritual eyes, it was indeed beautiful. This hazy wall lamp, this red rose, this sweet fragrance and warmth.

At this moment, she closed her eyes happily and warmly.

Searching for her past, those memories that are not as good as pigs and dogs, she can't believe that all this is true, this happiness comes too suddenly. Perhaps, even if it is a dream, she has to dare to do it, and she must not live up to what she once expected.

Rose, for some reason, was left on the bedside table, without a sip of water, he had already hugged Mengyao's plump body, sturdy...... And let out a long sigh, as if the anticipation had been longing for too long. Oh, his long-standing dreams have finally become real.

Mengyao's arm actually dared to hug the male god.

His cheeks pressed against his chest, where the throbbing was so majestic and powerful. And a big man, there was an elegant smell of perfume coming from his neckline. Men also use perfume?

Does that have to be a more particular man?

Her husband, the old man with a very bad heart, was always rancid, and he smoked dry tobacco all night, and got up early to lie on the eaves of the kang "Zilazila". Then he "crackled" and vomited wildly. For an hour, I looked near the urine bucket, covered with thousands of mouthfuls of rhubarb sticky phlegm.

She had only seen the old man from beginning to end, but she had never thought of getting close to other men, although she was sad and unhappy everywhere.

"Hey." She sighed softly.

If you knew him at the age of 17, how nice it would be! If the years can be reversed and started over, I would rather choose to be single and wait for true love to come, and it is far better to marry by mistake, but it is best to meet him in front of me at once, and not the ugly bastard.

Because of so many years of abuse, she was beaten and kicked with sticks every day, and her heart was very sad, and the girls who had worked so hard to conceive did not know where to go. After all, in the lotus pond, some people vaguely know something, but as long as Meng Yao takes the initiative to mention this key, the kind-hearted women will all look at each other and keep silent.

Maybe they know everything, but they only deliberately hide it from the person concerned. After all, the inquiry was fruitless, and after leaving, I saw them whispering again, and once I heard something about Liu Pizhuang.

Seeing her sigh lightly.

Zimo's hand on her back kept groping and rubbing, and Meng Yao suddenly felt that her heart had been gently soothed by her sweetheart. She couldn't help but slowly close her eyes, stop thinking about it, and selectively forget all the unsatisfactory.

At this moment, her body gradually warmed.

He leaned over, the stubble on his cheek gently soothed her smooth skin, and kissed lightly, kissing the crook of her eyebrows, and finally, kissing the peach blossom.

Kissing the peach blossoms, he also closed his eyes.

For a long time, the peach blossom flickered and flashed with the kiss, as if it was summoned to inject new vitality. Kiss the peach blossom and let it wake up from its dream after sleeping for a long time. Is this really a tear from my previous life? Zimo's surging heart was also inexplicably painful.

"Are you really the Peach Blossom Fairy? Why did the past dream about you? And it was a long, long time ago, in the dream, you were wearing a pink Luo skirt, and in the dream, you were respected by everyone as the Peach Blossom Fairy? ”

He asked softly, for fear of disturbing the little baby in his arms.

"Huh?" Mengyao was intoxicated, snorting softly at the snort, only feeling the hot and stinging peach blossoms on the sideburns.

Zimo mistakenly thought she agreed.

Zimo used his arms hard, like holding a child, and picked her up.

Meng Yao exclaimed, dizzy, flattered, and hurriedly hugged his neck. His chest naturally got closer and closer to his cheeks, and he sniffed deliberately, and there seemed to be a faint smell of milk coming from his nose.

This fragrance made him inexplicably excited.

Seeing that Mengyao's expression was calm, he gently hugged her on the bed, the smell of roses in the room was like smoke, and the sweet fragrance filled his heart. All this made her heart flutter, her body was weak, and her legs were so weak that she could not stand.

What's going on? She shook her head, puzzled.

"You're so good-looking!" He sat sideways on the bed, just close to her abdomen, "and a faint peach blossom scent......

Meng Yao smiled when she heard this, and lay on the white fluffy fragrant pillow, the fluffy pillow instantly covered her eyebrows and eyes, revealing only the peach blossom on the sideburns, which was still ruddy and burning.

"You're so good-looking!" His lips instantly rubbed peach blossoms again.

Mengyao's snort was filled with mint fragrance. His body approached, her red lips opened slightly, and Zimo slid there, her soft lips as cool and soft as peach petals.

Her teeth loosened slightly, and the mint scent came in.

"Ah", homeopathic dominates the entire peach blossom-like fragrant lips. The smell of mint surrounded her violently, as if she had come to the edge of the blue sky. She, dressed in a white fairy dress and wearing a bright crown, found unprecedented pleasure in the clouds.

What a beautiful woman is like a flower across the clouds.

The pleasure brought by the mint fragrance soaked every pore on her body, hitting her beautiful skin, making her uncontrollable "hum". Oh, how can it be so humiliating? However, she covets the beauty of mint incense.

It's better to be embarrassed than to stop.

This is the first time in so many years that she feels the physical and mental happiness brought to her by the opposite sex, even though she has given birth to four baby girls, but after so many years of marriage, she is just an out-and-out family laying hen.

It's ridiculous and worthless to think about.

No one has ever respected or cared about her, never treated her as a person, and her status is inferior to the old hens raised at home. At this moment, the inner soul knelt down, praying that the mint fragrance could continue to bring her an indescribable special feeling, so she continued to play in the water like a mandarin duck, and also like the oppression and hissing exuded by a tired bird competing for the nest, which further stimulated the desire to have.

Zimo put one arm around her back, and slowly unbuttoned her jacket with the other hand, looking for the source of the faint fragrance.

"Ahh He cried out.

The bulging place actually had an unwashed liquid, gushing on Zimo's cheeks, it turned out to be really there? He screamed excitedly, sucked and swallowed, the liquid on his cheeks was free to smear, and finally it was wiped into his mouth, and the satisfaction and sense of belonging that he had never felt before surged all over his body, down to every pore.

The delicate stubble rubbed on Mengyao's abdomen again.

When his eyes opened slightly, he was suddenly stunned.