"Children, if you have time, read more books, if you can't read well, just learn from others to exercise, occasionally go to the street to fight or something, and cultivate your own manhood, okay?"

The thousand-handed butterfly was a little unhappy, and taunted the other party like a cannon.

"......" The man still looked into her eyes, and had no intention of giving up.

"It's just that we just happen to sit together, don't you have to send a bottle of water to every woman?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a little insincere."

"Well, you really misunderstood, it's not that you're insincere, but that my mother is not available-"

The man with a hippie smile suddenly became serious, and looked at Thousand Hands evilly.

A little rascal, daring to be wild in front of his aunt and grandmother, the thousand-handed butterfly looked angry, straightened up, his arms secretly accumulated, and he put on an offensive and defensive posture.

The dignified thousand-armed Guanyin's body style did not escape the other party's lightness, and the thousand-armed butterfly was suddenly held in the face by the man and kissed it.

She was just about to resist, only to feel a familiar and longing feeling come up, and the Thousand Hands Butterfly gave up resistance at the moment and hugged the man with her backhand.

The man took off the clothes from the hook with his backhand and draped them over their heads.

Just like a winter tree, finally ushering in the early summer rain, the thousand-handed butterfly blooms itself over and over again, inheriting the man's surging love.

After a long time, the man began to leave tentatively, but the thousand hands butterfly refused to let go anymore, tightly hooked the other party's neck, and demanded it unscrupulously.

"Miss me?" The woman finally relented and leaned into the man's arms.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm like this-"

"I know, you've always liked to be mysterious."

"The Thousand-Armed Guanyin didn't even see it, which means that my disguise technique is good."

"Hey, tired, tossing for a few days, and drank again last night."

"It's hard work, things are going well over there."

"Well, it's all arranged, how did you get here? You can't let that little fat man fill my phone with something, but don't do anything in my phone, you'll be discovered. ”

"I know." The man said, pulling out his phone and sending it to the woman.

He pointed out a picture, which was a screenshot of the woman's ticket purchase information.

The woman snorted, "Oh, I thought of you at the time, so I couldn't help but send it to you, and I didn't even pay attention." ”

"Miss me? How much do you want to? The man maliciously touched the ass of the Thousand Hands Butterfly.

The woman didn't speak, her face was hot and her face was red.

The man looked at the time at the door of the carriage, and there were still thirty-five minutes before he arrived at Minato Station, picked up the Thousand Hands Butterfly, and pushed her into the toilet.

The two of them did not return to Senjudie's high-end apartment in Azabu, and went around the subway a few times to make sure that no one noticed it, and then the man took her to a hotel and opened a room with his fake identity.

The door slammed shut, and the two were entangled like glue.

The Thousand Hands Butterfly tore off the disguise on the man's face little by little, revealing Wei Qingyun's true face.

The two of them were lying in the wide bathtub, and the Thousand Hands Butterfly didn't want to leave him at all, Wei Qingyun simply hugged her like that, and splashed the water from time to time and poured it on her body.

Thousand Hands Butterfly told me about the woman.

"Maybe it's a woman who is raised in the deep boudoir and wants to talk to a stranger." Wei Qingyun whispered in her ear.

"There is this possibility, it's just my intuition as a police officer, I feel that this matter can't be such a simple encounter, especially the feeling that the woman gave me, very special, although she wore a colorful dress and fashionable sunglasses in the morning, looking at her figure from a distance, it still makes people feel particularly lonely and sad."

"Female Wenqing'er? I have always fantasized about finding a prince charming, waiting, seeing, picking, picking, picking, until I have become a sad old virgin. ”

"Haha, do you have any misunderstanding about literary young women or older single women?" As if as punishment, the Thousand Hands Butterfly lightly bit Wei Qingyun's chest.

"I just think they're too naïve and cruel to themselves, watching those soul girls all day long, what to say, "This World Is Not Worth It", "A Hundred Men Who Are Not Worthy of You", "Either Marry to Prince Charming, or Be Single", "Men with the following 999 habits must be scumbags, sisters must see", "Women love themselves, men love you" ......"

"Hahahaha, how do you know so much? said, did you do it to the female Wenqing? ”

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Not really, I don't like women who are too stupid."

"How can it be-aren't all female Wenqing exquisite, with beautiful faces, a little sad, smart and quiet, what's the matter, Brother Wei doesn't like it?"

"Is it smart? Smart and believe those nonsense, even if there is no Jose, Sanmao will fall in love with other men, and then Balabala writes a lot of her life and death love with Tom, her and Jack's infatuation, or any one Zhang San Li Si, but those female Wenqing have been stupidly looking for Jose who belongs to him all his life. ”

"Isn't infatuation bad?"

"Infatuation should be with the person in front of you, not an ethereal thing that you fantasize about out of thin air."

"Infatuation should be to the person in front of you, this sentence is good, I can't think of this kind of childlike thing, you can still see it very thoroughly."

"Actually, just look at those people who make chicken soup, everyone has been married several times, has given birth to a few children, and is full of affection all day long there to pour out the only true love, and the standards of a lot of good men."

"Don't you believe in love?"

"I believe, however, love is heartfelt, and marriage has to be brained."

"It's easy to say—"

"Yes, trouble is trouble, heart and brain, how much proportion of each, but I understand that it can't work, it's not okay if it's too confused."

"Have you ever thought about getting married?"

"Yes, however, I find it difficult, I am an orphan, I grew up in an orphanage, the only normal family I have ever come into contact with, even if it is my master's family, but he is also divorced, I have never seen my master, a few times as an exercise, I sneaked into my senior brother and saw them quarrel."

"Left a shadow?"

"Well, it's a terrible scene."

"Your master is a domestic violence man?"

"No, he was subjected to domestic violence."

"Ah, no, wouldn't it?"

"Sounds incredible, doesn't it? I also think it's incredible, my master's temper is not very good, he is a very rough person, what about my master, looking at the photo is a lady, gentle and quiet, but the quarrel is not like that at all, I still can't forget the master's hideous and twisted face, so terrible, and even feel a little ugly, and my master, kneeling on the ground, the nest is dead, how to look at how to feel unproductive, how beautiful it is outside, puff up the chest, people who know it, always nod their heads. ”

"I've also seen people who have lost their nature and lost themselves in marriage."

"Well, so sometimes I think it's good to be like my brother."

"Your senior brother, are you married?"

"Well, marrying an ordinary woman, even a little stupid, a little ugly."