Luo Shicheng closed the zipper and kissed my neck unsatisfied. Sucking hard, hard, like a candy-hungry child.

"Bing'er, you're so nice, it's just perfect! Every time it's the pinnacle and seamless. Luo Shicheng whispered in ecstasy, his voice full of magic.

The charm of this man, I'm afraid no woman can resist. Just hearing his voice and seeing his casual look can make you feel weak in an instant.

I must cherish him doubly, learn to be patient, and let myself be virtuous and gentle. In the future, try not to refuse him, try to please him, and insist on being responsive. I also have to buy a few sets of erotic underwear, Chen Jiao often hangs hot underwear in the dressing room, she said that this can make men feel fresh.

Although, changing myself, is not an easy thing for me to do. Because, every morning when I wake up, Luo Shicheng is a stranger to me. How easy is it for a woman to throw herself into the arms of a man she is a complete stranger to, and to be obedient to and please his senses? But if I don't try to make a change, I'm afraid that one day, Luo Shicheng will get tired of me. After all, human patience is limited.

If you were to face an amnesiac lover who would scream at you every morning and ask who you really are? And deny you the right to exercise your obligations in every possible way, and stifle your most primitive desires. What will you do? Can you do it for many years, standing at the starting point of the suitor every day, and trying to make your amnesiac lover fall in love with you again? If it were me, I probably wouldn't have been able to do it at all.

But Luo Shicheng did it. He's done it now, but what about the future? The long road of life is full of uncertainties. In case, one day he finally can't resist the temptation of other women, then I will lose him forever.

That Gu Ya's skin is so white and tender that she can pinch out water. But what about me? He has wheat-colored skin and is still an amnesiac patient. If I don't actively change myself, where will I be Gu Ya's opponent?

"Hey, Bing'er, there's a lounge in the room, you can go in and sleep for a while." Luo Shicheng thoughtfully hugged my waist back, for fear that if I fell asleep, I would slip out and slip to the ground.

I opened my eyes and pulled myself out of the clutter. I lazily leaned against his chest, thought for a moment, and said, "I can't sleep, I have to go to the studio in the afternoon." There is an experience of a confidant, which is suitable for a special article, and I want to conduct an in-depth interview over the phone. "My mobile phone number is easy not to tell outsiders. It's not that I'm pretending to be high, but I'm afraid that others will find out about my amnesia.

Luo Shicheng smiled helplessly, stroked my cheek, and said, "Okay, workaholic, let's take a shower together." The wounds on my body are afraid of water, and I can't wash them by myself. ”

"What? Want to wash together? You just have to rush there, and you'll be fine, you should be able to! I exclaimed.

"Baby, you've been serving me like this ever since I was hurt. Today, we are not allowed to abuse the wounded! Besides, I just charged, how hard it was! Where do you have the strength to bathe yourself? "Luo Shicheng is a scoundrel and cute, which makes me cry and laugh. A dignified president, there are times when he is so white.

"Well, okay then. However, let's say it first, it's just a bath, and you are not allowed to use your brain. I'm in a hurry! I compromised.

That's when the phone on the desk rang. Luo Shicheng picked up the phone: "Hey, Gu Ya, what's the matter、、、、、、 why did you send me soup again?" I'm not confined, who can stand such a supplement? All day long, my wife can't stand it、、、、、、 that, don't send it over now, we have to take a bath、、、、、、 it will be done soon, today my wife is in a hurry, so I can only wash a vegetarian one. ”

Luo Shicheng put down the phone, hugged me disappreciatively, kissed me all the way, and walked to the bathroom.

"You were talking to Gu Ya on the phone just now? What you say is too uncivilized, isn't it? What do you mean your wife can't stand it? What is a vegetarian wash? How embarrassed am I to see Gu Ya again? "After listening to Luo Shicheng's phone call, I began to have a fever in my ears. This man, why don't you pay attention to what you say.

Luo Shicheng laughed, revealing a row of white and shiny teeth, two big eyes crooked, no matter how you look, you can't see enough. It seems that he seems to be quite proud in his heart.

If I had taken a shower by myself, it would have been done in ten minutes. But bathing this guy made me sweat profusely. He played scoundrels in every way, put forward conditions, was greasy and crooked, and threatened me with brute force. It wasn't until he felt satisfied that he obediently put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom door.

After a while, I heard Gu Ya come in. It must have been a tonic soup, and it was really timely. The floor next to the desk was a mess, and the crime scene hadn't been cleaned yet!

How would Gu Ya feel when she saw this? I started to feel a little happy in my heart, but I quickly regained my composure. That Gu Ya has all kinds of charms, what means are not? Compared to her, maybe I'm just an ignorant novice!

I waited for Gu Ya to leave the office before coming out of the bathroom. hurriedly drank a bowl of soup, and was escorted by Luo Shicheng to Zhang Xun's studio. When I arrived at the place, I told him not to pick me up in the afternoon, and I would take a taxi home by myself when I was done. ”

He grimaced, shrugged his shoulders, and drove off.

I was in the studio and spent an hour doing a telephone interview with the confidant. Then, pack your things and take a taxi home.

When I got back to my house, I saw that it was still early, and I suddenly wanted to go to the "Story Station" for a cup of coffee. This café is about trading stories for coffee, and money doesn't work there. I walked along, trying to figure out what story to tell.

I walked to the door of the café and didn't think about what to say. So be it, I pulled out a magazine from my bag with a feature I had written, about a single rich woman and her young boyfriend.

This rich woman has lived with that little boyfriend for many years, but she has always been worried about him in her heart, so she tested him for ten years. After such a long inspection period, the little boyfriend should also be put in the right position, right? However, there is still no such hope. In the end, this little boyfriend empathized and said goodbye, but can this rich woman swallow this breath?

Readers, don't worry, I'll present this manuscript in its original text later.