He was stunned for a moment, looking a little uneasy: "What do you mean?" ”

I pushed the plate back and said, "Let's check it first." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Because this guy has such a strong personality, now I like his stunned appearance, I think it's cute."

Suspiciously, he took out the hard drive inside, and I instructed the maid standing nearby, "Go get the computer." ”

The maid brought the computer and plugged in the hard drive. Enter. Go, after about half a minute, he suddenly tightened his brows: "Why is it empty!"

I smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so careless now."

"I obviously had capacity when I copied it."

"Yes, but as soon as you copy it, it will automatically replace it with garbled characters." I said, "You didn't just torture me, you used it to blackmail me." Now how do you threaten it? ”

He was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed, not angry: "You did it on purpose."

"After all, that room is what I used to put on makeup and change clothes." I smiled and said, "Do you think I'm willing to let you mess around in a different room?"

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled ambiguously, and asked in a low voice, "So the bedroom can also be messed around?"

"You'll find out at night."

He smiled, didn't speak, and closed the computer.

Now that the children were asleep, I had a late-night snack with Fanyin, then drank a few glasses of wine and talked about innocuous topics. He drank better than me, and I was in a rare mood, so I naturally drank a few more glasses.

Later, I rolled on Huang again, and I was sleepy, and he had the light on his back, so I couldn't see his face clearly, only the pattern of lights on the ceiling. Suddenly he pressed. came down, clamped my jaw and fixed my head.

His beautiful eyes with flying corners looked at me, and I couldn't help but lose my mind, and at this moment, I even wondered if he had remembered me.

However, this was really just my delusion, and he suddenly laughed and asked thoughtlessly, "Where is the thing?"

My tongue was paralyzed by alcohol, and I had a hard time speaking: "What's that?"

His thin lips hooked: "Your whip. Child. ”

"How can I ......?"

I understood what he meant, and he really thought I had some weird hobby. He's really good at buttoning people's hats, and it's obviously him who likes those.

He was slightly dissatisfied: "Then you played tricks before."

I couldn't help but laugh: "You are allowed to tease me...... I'm not allowed to tease you? ”

He still didn't understand: "What kind of amusement is this?"

The way he frowns like this is a bit like the first personality, but not as fierce as him, and a bit like the second personality, but not as childish as him. I couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, the alcohol was sensual, so I suddenly felt a little sad: "If you remember me, this is funny."

He seemed a little embarrassed, stopped moving his hands, turned his face sideways, avoided my gaze, and did not speak.

Now that the scenery has been ruined, if I am sober, I will definitely not continue to talk about it. But at this moment I had no self-control, so I put my arms around him and pressed my face to his bare chest. Mouth, familiar body. The taste made me feel very comfortable, I stroked his back, and couldn't help but say, "Otoin ......"

He seemed to give a low "um", and it didn't seem to be, and I didn't hear it.

I'm in his chest. I kissed him and could feel him shaking gently, so I hugged him tightly and said, "I miss you so much."

He was stunned, then grabbed my arm, pulled my arm down, and flipped me over again. Lay down.

I didn't struggle and buried my face in the bed. Maybe it's true, or maybe it's just that I'm thinking too much, and I feel like he's pushing too hard, like he's throwing a tantrum.

I hated him so much before, I felt that he had failed me, and I didn't regret putting him in a mental hospital at all, and I even thought that even if he died, I wouldn't care. It was his own choice, and if he hadn't been self-righteous, we could have been happy.

But I miss him so much, it's because I don't have self-esteem.

Later, we both collapsed on Huang together. The drunken stamina makes me feel like the world is spinning. The satisfaction of desire is also refreshing. Soft. Of course, there was pain, but the pain was familiar, and he had always been rude.

I closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep, and I vaguely felt Huang move, and my surroundings seemed to be empty. I didn't want to hold him, so I took a pillow and turned over and continued to sleep, and this sleep lasted until the next morning.

I was woken up by the assistant's voice, who asked unhurriedly, "Boss, do you still have a 10 o'clock appointment?"

I said "Of course" and then I sensed the problem.

The phone is not in my possession.

I looked down the arm and looked up to see Fanyin's face. His eyes were still a little foggy, and he frowned, with a disturbed expression.

I took the phone that was in my ear and glanced at the screen, and it was nine o'clock.

I'm still a little confused: "What's the appointment at ten o'clock?"

"Mr. Mo," he reminded in a low voice, "I made an appointment to go horseback riding with him last month."

Mr. Mok is a close client of mine recently, Chinese New Year's Eve, unmarried, not much talking, but very good at business.

Today is not just the two of us, it is a party, and there are many upper-class people in attendees, but it is just Mr. Mok.

I was about to speak when my phone was suddenly snatched away. With a loud bang, it flew into the corner.

I looked at Fanyin in amazement, and I didn't speak for a long time.

He still closed his eyes, frowned and said "It's noisy", and then turned over and fell asleep.

I sat up and said, "Go pick it up."

He ignored me.

I pushed him and ordered: "Pick it up!" Otherwise, I'll kick you out right now." ”

He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at me and said, "Say it again."

I said, "Who allowed you to smash my phone?"

He closed his eyes again.

I said, "Fanyin, I'm asking you."

He opened his eyes again and said, "Call me what?"

"Sound ......" I slowly woke up from the shock, and my heart was a little excited: "Have you recovered your memory?"

He didn't answer, he just asked, "Who are you going to date at ten o'clock?"

"Mr. Mo." I said, "You answer my question first."

He closed his eyes and said, "Not allowed."

I said, "You answer my question first!"

"Nope." He said in an irritated tone: "But you are not allowed to go."

I said, "Are you sure?"

He didn't speak.

I sat there for a moment and said, "Mr. Mo, that's a public event."

He doesn't speak.

"I'll go if you don't make it clear." I said, "Do you remember me?"

He opened his eyes: "Do you know what kind of people are there?" He had a serious demeanor.

I deliberately said, "I don't know."

He glanced at me, "You seem to like making friends with people like that."

"What's wrong?"

"I'll give you some medicine when I go, and then have a good time." He raised an eyebrow.

I couldn't help laughing: "Then you just say that you remembered me?"

He shook his head, his face displeased: "But I'm still not allowed to go."

"He does have that kind of party, but it's night, and it's just a normal event during the day." I said, "I've been there before."

He frowned.

I said, "It's easy if I don't go, just pick up the phone and come and kiss me." Of course, if you remember, you don't need to. ”

He stared at me at first and didn't speak, and the cruel look made me doubt that he really remembered.

I was expecting him not to pick up the phone, but he slowly lifted the quilt, got up and walked over to the phone, picked it up, then pinched my chin, kissed me on the mouth, and asked, "Is that okay?"

I reluctantly asked, "Do you really not remember?"

"What's so good about thinking about it?" He looked at me and asked, "What's wrong with being like this now?"

I looked him in the eye and thought to myself that he had just remembered, but he was right.

I pulled his hand away and climbed out of bed, and he asked behind him, "Still going?" There was anger in his voice.

"Go take a shower." I finished and went into the bathroom.

Passing by the mirror before taking a shower, I took one look and was immediately startled. Where am I in the mirror? It's clearly a female ghost. Unkempt hair. Chaos, there are red marks on the body, and the one closest to the face can't cover it even if he wears a high-necked silk scarf. Fanyin was really worried about it just now, and I don't even want to go to this virtue.

I took a shower and felt much more comfortable, there was no medicine in this room, so I called someone to get it. However, after a long time, I went out to look, and saw that the medicine box was on the bed, and the music was being opened.

I went over and asked, "You didn't let the maid bring it to me?"

He closed the lid and looked a little strange: "What are you doing with these?"

I looked at him and didn't speak.

After so many years, I have long been accustomed to his personality of spelling and switching.

He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you remember what just happened?" I asked.

"Yes." When he said this, there was an apologetic expression in his expression: "Sometimes I suddenly feel irritable, my temper will suddenly turn bad, sorry, I dropped your phone."

"And what do you remember?" He is very different from the one he was just now.

"Yes."

"Do you remember?"

"It's clear."

Bai was happy, I thought he was split.

He glanced at me and asked, "What?"

"I'm used to the way you just looked." I said, "You've always been like that when I was my husband."

He frowned and looked at me with a "you're sick" gaze.

I asked, "And how were you feeling last night?"

"It's fine." He said, "What?"

"Nothing." I picked up the medicine box and said, "I'm going to get the medicine."

He asked, "What medicine?"

I glanced at him, didn't speak, and went into the bathroom.

It's quite prickly when you do it. But now the pain makes people want to cry, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable when I think of him yesterday and just now. What the hell is this......

Just as I was thinking, someone pushed the door, and I quickly sat down, but he had already come in, and his eyes swept to my lap, "Did I get it?" ”

"Who else?"

He raised his eyebrows: "It's bleeding."

I glanced at him, "You're proud?"

"I remember you didn't cry out for pain yesterday," he said with a smirk, "so it's so good, no wonder you didn't whip it. Child. ”

The fastest update of error-free novels, please visit please bookmark the latest novels on this site!