After a stalemate, I said, "As for Su Yi...... He was my classmate and used to help me a lot, so ...... "Before I could finish speaking, he had already pushed me against the cold wall." The pain was constantly expanding as he exerted his strength, and my injuries here were not yet healed, and I hated being like this even more, and I couldn't help but shed a string of tears. But he never took pity on me, I didn't cry he was slow, and when I cried, he simply stabbed me to the bottom. He kept pressing hard, so hard that I fainted in pain, and heard his deep voice: "Tell the truth." "......No," I cried, "I said it the day I got pregnant...... No, I changed my pajamas just because、Because I help him cook, it gets a lot of smells。 I didn't do it...... I felt so humiliated: "I really didn't sit." He finally paused: "Su Yi? "He's my brother......" laughed as he wrapped his arm around mine, and after a while, he withdrew. His voice was imbued with a strong emotion called "Can't help but be happy": "Don't lie again." "I'm already in pain and almost collapsed, if he hadn't pulled it, he would definitely have fallen to his knees." Do you hear that? He squeezed my arm. My lips were trembling and I couldn't speak. He didn't ask any more, let go of a hand, took a small shower, and pressed my head. The sound of water came, and his voice was very indistinct: "Does it hurt?" I felt that the look on my face was enough to answer him. He let out that very "happy" laugh again: "It's right to hurt, pain can be remembered for a long time." "I still didn't speak. He quickly rinsed me away, found a bath towel to wrap me in, carried me back to the bed, dragged my bath towel away, and said lightly while wiping it: "Get on your stomach, I'll give you medicine." "I tugged at the quilt and looked at the little blood stains on it, not wanting to speak." Hurry up. He rubbed my head and kissed me on the top of my head: "It doesn't hurt after taking the medicine." I said, "I want to go to class." "Don't go, rest at home." I glanced at him, didn't want to agree, didn't dare to insist. Fortunately, he changed his attention: "I have to take medicine first for class, and if I rub it in, I'll be really late." I had to lie down, close my eyes, and bury my head under the pillow. I heard him pull open the drawer and run his fingers over my body. I couldn't help but stiffen when I got wet from the wound, and I heard his laughter again: "You dare to drink and ride me at this level." "He said the first time. It seems that Mrs. Han's words are not wrong, at least sex exposes my nature of bullying the soft and fearing the hard. Fanyin went to change clothes, and I dragged my steps to find clothes to put on, because I didn't have enough time, so I hastily curled my hair. When I went out, I was waiting at the gate of the car. I pretended not to see him, pushed him back, and was dialing the driver's phone when Uncle Lin came and said, "Madam, why don't you get in the car?" "I ...... When I went out again, the driver had already opened the door, and Fanyin was sitting inside. I had to sit in, the wound was more painful, and I had to focus on adjusting my sitting position. Fanyin suddenly spoke: "What are you doing here?" His voice was so cold that I shivered and looked at him, "Class." "Oh." His tone was weird: "I thought I was going to have an affair with a male classmate." "What's he going to do? Find fault and bully me? Bully me and need to find fault? "Change clothes, put on makeup, comb your hair neatly." He glanced at my hand and said, "Wear all the jewels and wedding rings for me, and if you dare to go out in dishevels, you will never go out." "I wanted to say that I was too late, but I was bullied when I said it, so I had to get out of the car and go upstairs. I cleaned up as fast as I could, but when I got into the car again, forty minutes passed unhurriedly. If you can't get to class within half an hour, you're really skipping class. But the speed is less than thirty miles. I couldn't help it, so I had to say, "Can you drive faster?" "There will be a traffic accident." He said leisurely: "I'm not in a hurry anyway. "I'm in a hurry." I whispered. He glanced at me and curled the corners of his mouth: "This is your attitude of begging people?" "Please." I say. "Ask whom?" I didn't want to say it, but I said it anyway: "Husband." "Connect." "Husband, please." Being forced into a prostitute is what it always feels like. He stretched out his arm, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and asked with a smile, "What do you want from my husband?" "Tell the driver to drive faster." "Oh." He said, "I didn't understand. "Husband, please let the driver drive the car faster, I'm too late for class." He still didn't comply, saying, "Don't be so mechanical. "I didn't speak, I didn't move." Just like in Las Vegas, sweet sounds. He squeezed my shoulder: "I like that." "Good. I'm sweet. I said, "Husband, please......" I couldn't go any longer, and couldn't help but start to cry: "Please, let the driver drive faster." Please......" He didn't move at first, then let go and leaned back: "Drive faster." "When I got to the place, there were still ten minutes left before class. I walked into the school gate, and the phone rang again, and it was a complicated sound. "Come out." He hung up the phone. I had to run out, the window was open, Fanyin was still in the car, showing the face of the bee and butterfly, and the girls in the neighborhood kept looking sideways. I ran over and asked, "What's the matter?" He raised his face: "Kiss me." I kissed him on the cheek and replied to the difficulties that might arise below: "Goodbye, husband." He didn't say anything, and I was about to leave, but my jaw was pinched. He kissed me on the lips, slid the tip of his tongue around my teeth, opened his eyes, and said, "I'm not coming back in the evening." "Oh." "I'm going to go prostitute." He raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "You said I should find a few better?" "Whatever." "Seven?" "Hmm." "Then you say, am I looking for seven women, or six brothers?" He smiled wickedly and asked, "What do you think is more interesting?" I couldn't help it: "Perverted." He bit my lip violently, and before I could close it, the tip of his tongue pierced my teeth and hooked my tongue. I tried to shrink my neck, but he grabbed it. He didn't use much force, but he was scary. I froze, and he was more at ease, teasing the tip of my aching tongue as hard as he could, sucking my air dry as always. I was about to stay up until the end, but I didn't respond, but suddenly I felt a force on the hand on my neck, and I hurriedly responded to him. He let go of his hand in satisfaction, his palm clasping the back of my neck, his thumb rubbing the hair over that side. Finally got through to the end. He rubbed my lips and smiled evilly and asked, "Stop crying?" "I avoided his gaze, but I couldn't be thorough because of the angle." Tease you, don't be angry. He kissed me on the mouth again and said softly, "Come on, little Lingling, baby." "I couldn't run for long, and although I was still late, my mentor let me in. This year's course was not difficult, but I put it on hold for too long, and the German universities are very strict, but I was always bullied by Fanyin to the point that I didn't have time to study, and the classes were confused, so I couldn't keep up. Today, too, I don't know what the instructor said, I just feel dizzy and impetuous. For a while, I remembered the way Fanyin bullied me, and then I remembered the way he kissed me. Inability to concentrate. After a day like this, I came out with a few girls at the end of class, and I didn't find a pink Rolls-Royce, but I saw Fanyin's car coming. I didn't want to see him at all, and he probably didn't notice me before the car stopped, and went back to school. After a few steps, the mobile phone rang, and it was a complicated sound. I picked it up and asked, "Husband?" "Uh-huh." He asked, "Got out of class?" "Not yet." "Why not?" "Because there are also after-school activities." I said, "There are club activities. "What type?" "Band." I really joined the group, but I never went, and they didn't urge me to go again when I was free. "Yo." His voice was clearly laughing: "What will you play?" "I can play the drums." I replied proudly, "I can also play a guitar." "It's going to be a lot." "Of course, I can also give a!" I'm still blowing well! He let out a lewd laugh: "Real people don't show their faces, little wife." I reacted, this pervert: "I mean the real Xiao!" "Uh-huh." He pretended to be innocent: "I'll be honest too. "I mean the hole flute! Hole flute! You don't want to be full of pornography and no artistic cells, okay? "I was screaming, and my hands were around my waist all the time. I shuddered and turned my head. "It's fashionable for bands to rehearse at the gate nowadays?" He smirked: "Young people are fashionable." "It's over, this thing is going to hit me again. I couldn't help but tremble, but he let go and took my wrist instead: "Go." "Where?" I tried to puple in place. "Take you to see my artistic cells." He managed to drag me away. I said, "Where do you want to show it?" As he walked, he replied, "Your band." "Oh." He stopped and looked at me disdainfully: "What? "The direction you're going is the bathroom." I pointed to him, "The direction of the band is there." He turned in the direction I was pointing and said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom and dry you first." I muttered, "I'm sick to death...... and he glanced over, "Huh?" "It's so interesting." "Then go ahead and try." He raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "The bathroom in your school is good, clean, private, and soundproof. I dragged him hard: "You graduated from our school?" "Nope." He proudly said, "How could I possibly graduate from a driver's college?" "And what do you mean by that?" "Oh." He put his arm around my waist and leaned his head to my ear: "I've been to your countless senior sisters here, and your blonde-haired, postdoc-educated, twice-married, who likes to wear dark blue suits, and was still teaching you ten minutes ago. "Happy reading every day (Education 123 Network) "He has another side" only represents the author's point of view, Miss Bao, if you find that its content violates the national law and contradicts the content, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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