I was angry, but at the moment he was so domineering and rude, displeased: "It's too late, it's inconvenient." ”

He pushed the door and got out of the car, I took a step back, and before I could say anything, he "dropped" and locked the car.

"I just finished a meeting, give me a bowl of noodles to eat."

He was pitiful, I felt distressed, and he hugged him to go upstairs, I broke away from him, but involuntarily obediently opened the door.

Afraid that he would be hungry, he took out two pieces of toast for breakfast: "Pad your stomach first." He took the dish and pinched the back of my hand, stunned.

I restrained: "You pinch me, how can I give you a note." ”

He smiled indifferently: "Temper grows?" ”

Should I just go along with it? All the anger of the night came up, "Can't Yang Bailao have a temper?" Let you Luo always put the score. ”

His face darkened, "What's wrong with me?" Downstairs, the yin and yang began to be weird. ”

My heart fluctuated, and my dissatisfaction calmed down: "Can the yin and yang weird qi cook noodles for you?" I'm going to drug you......" Before he could finish speaking, he grabbed my hand, and I couldn't stand steadily, and I fell, and let him hug him heavily. His voice was solemn: "I've been in meetings until late at night these days, and I came to you a little early today, do you have to mess with me?" ”

The bottom of my heart is like a drum, my heart rate rises suddenly, and there is an undercurrent that is eager to rush out, but I don't want to give in: "You work hard day and night, I should be on call and ready to serve......"

He didn't give me a chance to go berserk, and just gagged my chattering little mouth.

My brain "boomed" as if it had ignited a dynamite arsenal, and after a few "hmm" sounds, it melted into his flipped and kneaded kisses, and my consciousness became more and more blurred. Only with an instinctive and fierce response, he vented all the emotions of the night.

I ripped off his clothes, wrapped his heroic hair without hesitation, and said hatefully to the rhythm: "Let you ignore me, let you ignore me." ”

He touched my cheek emotionally, touching it, with extreme tenderness and love, which made me feel the urge to cry. I was hysterical, like I was going to smash him to pieces. He abruptly got up and sat down with me. In the end, it turned into the tenderness in his arms.

The kind of fullness and throbbing that he filled, the kind of security that is no longer lonely, is the quiet harbor that I pursue to the extreme. If that moment lasts forever, I'm willing to give it my all.

After doing it once on the couch, I rolled over and got up, grabbed a shirt on the floor, and put it on the cover, just below the base of my thighs, which was his clothes. His fiery breath then leaned in, his feet wrapped around me, something against my smooth lower back, and the sticky touch was very irritating.

My breath was unsteady and I said impatiently, "You go take a shower, and you can eat noodles when you come out." ”

He kneaded me and murmured hoarsely, "Are you still angry with me?" ”

I ignored him, broke free of his claws, put on his slippers and entered the room, found him wide athletic shorts, buttoned them on his head, and he got out of the back of the pants with an innocent look. I pursed my lips and ignored it and went into the kitchen.

Not long after, the sound of washing in the bathroom opposite sounded. I was chopping vegetables and boiling water in the kitchen, preparing supper for the man in the bathroom who was working overtime and returning late.

Make soup for your hands. But is that my man?