I looked at him in the mirror, and he looked at me in the mirror, with that precise, sharp, shy and straightforward gaze. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I couldn't help but tense up, and my heart was beating at a rapid pace.

Running a business of this size is a very stressful job, because the amount of cases that need to be adjudicated by me is at least one million dollars, which makes me extremely nervous at all times.

So I really wanted to do something to make myself happy, and as far as I know, the only thing that can make me relax quickly is Xing, other than drugs and gambling.

But in the past few years, except for Meng Jiancong, I haven't even had a decent man by my side.

Frankly speaking, I can't talk much about Meng Jiancong's appearance. Not because he's disabled, it's because he looks too forbidden. Desired.

But the complex sound is not the same.

At this moment, I looked at the familiar face in the mirror and felt my lips dry a little, I looked into his eyes, and the tip of my tongue was stretched out in a daze

I watched as his pupils closed, and without any struggle, leaned over and lifted my chin.

My eyes met his, and I began to feel disappointed in my heart: although there was a strong sense of excitement. Interesting, but he was like watching one that made him interested. Interesting strange woman.

I tried to turn my head sideways, but his lips were already on the sidelines.

He tried to put the tongue. Sharp and strong. Squeezed into my mouth, pinching my jawbone as he realized I was clenching my teeth. I opened my mouth in pain and he pulled on the side. I opened my robe.

His palms are dry. Dry. Burn. Hot, just like before.

I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his neck.

He grabbed my arm and pulled it along. Finish. came down and then jerked me on the shoulder, and when I reacted, it had been him. Press. Lying. On the dresser.

My eyes are mirrors and I'm shaking uncontrollably. moving, while looking at the scene of incense inside, from the body to the heart, it is never relaxed.

There is no G in the powder room, but there is a YU room.

The two of us were lying together in the yu tank, and the drowsiness suddenly became extremely intense, and I raised my wrist to look at my watch and said, "Call me at six o'clock."

His voice came from overhead: "It's forty-five now."

I would say fifteen minutes is enough, but I'm already unconscious.

It was as if I had just closed my eyes and heard a voice. Someone was calling me, and I didn't want to move. There's a pair of hands in mine. Body. body upstream. Go, I still don't want to move. The feeling of suffocation came and I opened my eyes but he was already there. Squeeze. Finish. Enter. Come.

I couldn't help but snort, feeling all the pores open all over my body, and I couldn't help but squint my eyes again.

When I came to my senses and looked at my watch again, I realized that it was already four o'clock.

I was stunned for a while, and I always felt that I had a very important itinerary in the afternoon, but my brain was like a mess of paste, and I couldn't remember anything.

At this moment, I felt that someone was pulling my hair, and when I turned my head to see the sound of the music, I remembered what had just happened.

Seeing that I was staring at him, he leaned against the edge of the tank, squinting lazily, with his arms still on my shoulders, and his fingers wrapped around my hair, and said, "I called you at six o'clock, but you said that you would not wake up, so I had to try to kiss. You, as a result, you me off. ”

Forget it, I yawned, climbed out of the yu tank, and took a yu coat and wrapped it around my body. When I opened the door, I found that the dressing room was in a mess, the bottles and cans on the table had been knocked over, and the carpet was stained with water.

It wasn't until this moment that I completely came to my senses: the Meng family was still preparing for the wedding, and Meng Jiancong and I hadn't broken up yet. My dad agreed to the surgery because he was afraid that I would be entangled with the sound again.

But luckily, this is my home.

I was thinking about it, and the traditional sound came out. I don't have any clothes at home that he can wear, so he just puts them down. Half. Wrapped in a scarf.

He walked to the center of the room, picked up his own pants from the carpet, put them on, and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

I saw that he was about to go out, and hurriedly said, "Let's smoke it here."

He was stunned and said, "There's no terrace here."

"Go out and be seen by Nian Nian, and there will be extraneous branches." I say.

He sat down on the couch, folded his legs, and lit a cigarette.

I picked up the phone and called my assistant Ah Wen and asked him about his previous itinerary, and he said, "The meeting at six o'clock has been canceled, and at five fifty o'clock, Mr. Fan called to inform him."

"Oh."

The assistant also said: "The later ones have all been canceled, and Mr. Fan said that you are tired today."

I said, "You really listen to him."

"That number belongs to your room." He whispered.

I was speechless.

The things of the night have been postponed, and it's okay, it just so happens that I'm in pain all over my body now.

After hanging up the phone, I saw Fanyin's eyes full of interest, and I couldn't help asking, "What is your expression?"

"Are you afraid that the little princess will call your fiancé?" He leaned back on the couch, squinting at me with a smile on his face, with my favorite teacup at hand to serve as an ashtray.

I sat down, poured myself a glass of water, and said, "Our engagement hasn't been canceled yet."

He raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to tie the knot?"

I glanced at him and smiled and asked, "What do you mean?"

He was generous, and spread his hands and said, "What should I do?"

"You're just using it temporarily, and I can give you the money." I saw him glare, and I felt a sense of revenge in my heart: "If you care about dignity, you can also give me money."

His face was almost dark: "You're really not picky."

I admired his displeasure and recalled the scene when he assigned Ah Chang to give me money. Whenever I used to think about it, I felt insulted. Humiliation, recalling it at this moment, I think it's quite interesting.

After all, I was so young at that time, and I was also "lively and cute, innocent and kind".

After a while, his face softened slightly, pinched his cigarette, and stood up.

I saw him walking towards me and leaned back on the couch.

He leaned over and lifted my chin. As soon as I ducked, he pinched my jaw.

After all, I have been beaten by him many times, and now even if I know that he will not be rough with me, I can't help but feel instinctively worried in my heart, and I can't help but open my eyes wide.

He smiled, "You're so pretty."

I said, "I'm old and ugly."

"It's like that when you wear a suit, like a dominatrix." His fingers rubbed my jaw, as if he couldn't look closely, and he looked at it carefully, and lifted it up: "What are you nervous about?" Afraid I'll laugh at you? ”

"Thinking too much." I turned my face sideways and opened his hand.

"Nervous and not ashamed." He said as his palms slipped. into my clothes. Pendulum, said softly: "It feels so good."

I pulled it out and pierced him mercilessly: "I'm sandpaper."

He laughed, "It's a grudge."

I said, "I'm fierce and bad."

He reached out and flicked my forehead, pressed my cheek as I frowned, and lifted my chin as if he were going to kiss me.

I couldn't help but close my eyes, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

I didn't feel good, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that he was close at hand. Apparently I looked too stupid, and in his eyes he was smug after the prank had succeeded, pursed his mouth, apparently holding back a smile.

I realized that I was being tricked, and I couldn't help but get annoyed, and I reached out and pushed him to sit on the coffee table.

He burst out laughing.

I stood up, embarrassed that my voice trembled: "Who allowed you to play me like this?"

As soon as his laughter stopped, I turned and walked towards the cloakroom, and before I could close the door, he followed, squeezed in and asked, "Angry again?"

I said, "Get out."

He grabbed me by the shoulder and tried to turn me towards him, but I got even more irritated and reached for his hand, but he grabbed my wrist instead. He started laughing again and said, "I just thought you were cute and wanted to tease you." Don't be angry, I apologize. ”

I said, "I'll let you out."

He asked, "Angry and crying?"

I said, "Get out!"

"Hey, Miss Capitalist." He shrugged: "You called me dear when you asked me to do it just now, and now you want me to get out of the way even if you tease me."

I'm not in the mood to joke with him.

"I'm still crying," he put his hand around my shoulder, and when he saw that I didn't resist, he leaned over and put his forehead against mine, and asked, "Is it too late for me to kiss now?"