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At the same time, among the many viewers who watched this live TV news program, there was another person who also had a very special mood.

It was late at night, but our audience member was still sitting in the cockpit of the chirping mech, his entire back resting on the not-so-comfortable looking driver's seat. His face, with a perfect face and a perfect angle, looked at the news screen at the bottom right of the monitor with a blank expression.

The duration of the whole news is 7 minutes and 36 seconds, which is a very powerful joke. Jin Cheng Xiu finished reading it without landing for a second, and then he let out a long breath.

Everything finally went in the direction he wanted according to his expectations.

Then, his nerves, which had been tense all night, relaxed a little. There was a solid, cold temperature coming from the back of the chair he was leaning on.

This chair was made to order. Different from the requirements of other pilots, when Kaneshiro Shu ordered, the requirements put forward were "hard, upright, and make people have the hope of fighting". He's not a man who demands "comfort", he thinks that a pilot has to sit like a couch in order to fight, which is just a argument that indulges his own hedonistic psychology.

He hoped that this chair was "uncomfortable to sit on, but it could make people fight with a twelve-point spirit", and this war chair built by the famous master Zhang Daqian did meet the goals and expectations he had set before.

Sitting on this chair, my butt is a little tight, and my waist can't rest well. But it is precisely because of such an "uncomfortable" setting that people can't help but spend all their mental and energy on better controlling the body to fight. Even sometimes, because he didn't want to sit on this chair for too long, he would take the initiative to fight to the death with the other party, in order to finish the fight early and then go home to take a hot bath.

A chair that is so hard and so cold is really not suitable for people to sit for too long.

Even so, this was already his favorite among the many battle chairs that Jincheng Shu had used.

Why do you want to be so comfortable? It's like a car, but it's just a means of transportation. Since it's just a tool, its performance is the most important thing, and sitting on that saddle will make you have the greatest hope and want to get to the destination immediately, which is the most serious function.

Kaneshiro extinguished the fire in the mech, and he slid out of the cockpit. When his feet fell to the ground again, he felt a sense of stability in the real earth. Every time he fought, he had a dreamlike trance.

He slowly stepped out of his super-large ostentatious garage that could hold more than twenty mechs, then walked to the elevator and pressed the sign on the fourth floor. Then, while waiting for the elevator to go up, he started to stay.

Three years ago, he bought the plot and found someone to design a villa that was so exclusive to him. He didn't know exactly how much land he would have, and he didn't even care how much he would pay the workers each month and how much he would pay the average monthly maintenance and maintenance and maintenance costs.

As an extremely good pilot, he has already won huge rewards in the prize money of underground fighting tournaments, and it is not that he can't afford to pay such money.

For a person like him, as long as money can solve the problem, it is not too big a problem. He practiced his mecha piloting skills so seriously and hard every day, just hoping that he could live a happier and richer life. He doesn't want to be sad about those things in money, and he doesn't want to be miserable about boring human interactions......

So far, he's lived up to all his expectations. But...... That's just the point missing.

It's so small, but it will make Jincheng Xiu extremely painful.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator has come to the fourth floor. When the elevator door was opened, Shangguan saw the familiar face of his butler, this was a very beautiful woman, but Jin Cheng Xiu looked at her every day, but he didn't have any hope at all.

He even knew that this woman was very fond of him, and that on any given day, whenever he wanted her, she would happily step down from her position as butler and be instantly promoted to the source of his private pleasure at night. And even if he doesn't give her a name and raises her like a junior, maybe she will be happy.

Sometimes, Jin Cheng Xiu still thinks that maybe the reason why she came to do this housekeeping job is just to get close to herself. Otherwise, why didn't she, a middle-level pilot, do those high-paying and decent things, but come here to command a group of subordinates and take care of herself like her own girlfriend?

Jin Cheng Xiu suddenly laughed, and he didn't know whether to appreciate himself or laugh at himself.

He nodded slightly to the butler, and then walked briskly past her amid the seductive smell of her perfume.

The perfume of this brand smells very good, and the clothes worn by the girls are also tasteful and expensive, but, for some reason, Osamu Kaneshiro is not much interested in such a woman.

Perhaps, it's because under their elegant appearance, there is not much difference between those puffing and beating hearts.

Jin Cheng Xiu sighed slightly. He found that he seemed to know more and more about women. And this kind of "maturity" also made him even more painful.

- These women should have taken a fancy to their handsomeness, ability to make money, and some reputation. As for temper, they should be completely ignorant of themselves.

For such a "nymphomaniac" type of person, Kaneshiro Xiu is not interested at all.

He touched his face and couldn't help but glance at a reflective mirror passing by on the right.

The face was still so perfect, the skin was still so smooth, even the hair on the forehead was where it belonged. At all times and in all places, Osamu Kaneshiro is a person who pays great attention to his own image, he can't tolerate any shortcomings and indecencies, and in this regard, he can't stand his perfectionism.

He walked to the middle of the hallway and opened the door to his bedroom.

The room was large and the heating was warm, but his heart was cold.

He turned on the TV and tuned to any of the channels. Then he went to the bed, and without taking off his clothes, he fell heavily on the bed.

For some reason, this night, he felt like he was sick, he didn't want to do anything, and he never wanted to get up again—though he had done too much tonight for the average person.

The door was pushed open with a squeak, and a girl of about 1.63 meters walked in, this girl was very thin, and although she didn't look very good, her hairstyle was also well kept.

At more than three o'clock in the middle of the night, she can still make her hairstyle so decent at any time, and it can be seen that the girl is also a fashionable woman who likes to dress up. However, this girl did not apply any skin care products on her face. Although he is twenty-nine years old this year, Shi Yuwen's face still does not leave any traces of age. At this point, she's really powerful.

"Xiaohe said you were back, and she asked me to come up and have a look." Shi Yuwen's voice was very sweet, and when she came over, she had already sat gently on a small leather chair beside the bed.

"Hmm." Jin Cheng Xiu replied and didn't say anything more. But his gaze involuntarily looked at Shi Yuwen's face.

Although this woman is not as good-looking as the housekeeper, she always has an extremely confident look on her face.

Like a child, Jin Cheng Xiu suddenly said, "Yuwen, you are always so good-looking. ”

Shi Yuwen smiled faintly, her hand slowly rubbing over the corner of her nightdress, "Hmm." She answered, then smiled faintly. Osamu Kaneshiro paid special attention to the smile, which seemed to be just a polite etiquette, but it was not the most sincere reaction and thoughts of the girl.

"Wife, I really feel very happy and happy to be with you." Osamu Kaneshiro said. That's right, he and Shi Yuwen have been married for two years.

One day three years ago, he met Shi Yuwen. Then he chased her for half a year, and then, he was with her, and after the two of them were together for half a year, they both felt very good, so they made the decision to get married.

Now the two of them have already done everything that a couple should do, except for not having children.

Buying a house together, taking care of the family, going on trips together on the weekends, and two or three times a week. On the surface, everything is so gentle and comfortable.

But Kaneshiro was still not satisfied.

Sure enough, Shi Yuwen suddenly straightened his face as usual, and said a little jokingly: "That's enough, if you talk about it again, it's too much." ”

That's right, it's such a hateful face. Every time Kaneshiro Shu says that he loves her, she always has to say "enough", on the surface she is pretending to be shy and polite, but in fact, it should be a specific manifestation of "listening too much will be annoying, and I don't know how to deal with it".

Osamu Kaneshiro, who is extremely sensitive to feelings, quickly noticed this.

Jin Cheng Xiu only smiled helplessly, he stood up, began to walk around the room, took a deep breath, and exhaled deeply, and said: "Can you not be like this, every time it is like this, do you know, it makes me want to die." ”

And Shi Yuwen also frowned, she said: "You can't and don't do this, I've already said it, you walk around in front of me every time, and people dazzle me." ”

These two extremely elegant people, two extremely beautiful men and women, in their big house, are also noisy about the topics that ordinary people will put on the table, and they will actually be in a bad mood for the trivial matters of marriage.

When the unhappy mood of the two escalated along the usual trajectory, Shangguan turned around, and he grabbed the girl's two hands. The soft touch in his hand softened his heart at once.

He said: "Wife, I'm sorry, I said before I got married, I will be good to you and make you happy, but I can't control my temper and always make you angry, I'm sorry." ”

Shi Yuwen's watery eyes looked at Shangguan, as if she meant some reproach, but after her mouth moved, she still didn't say anything, she just smiled faintly and said, "Forget it, you are all like this, it's up to you to be yourself." Otherwise, one day you're not happy at home and go outside to have fun, I really don't know what to do. ”

Shi Yuwen's smile was filled with bitterness. But when Shangguan saw such a smile, he was actually very upset in his heart. He knew that if he separated from Shi Yuwen one day, the other party should not say "I don't know how it is good", as long as she has a snot, it is estimated that a large number of men will come to the door like flies, rushing to wipe her nose and hand water.

Alas, the popularity of his wife is really a very unpleasant thing.

Shangguan suppressed his unpleasant mood a little, and then his hand began to rub on the girl's ass.

Actually, he was a little tired at this time, and he didn't really want to ** physically. But psychologically, he needs to have some intimate contact of one kind or another with the woman he loves in such a way.

So he had to brace himself up, and then began a skillful and somewhat old-fashioned foreplay.

He touched the girl's back, kissed the girl's lips, then the neck, chest, stomach, and then the back of the ears, palms, and other sensitive places. The girl began to be slightly emotional, and then Shangguan said, "Wife, I love you." ”

But when he said this, even he felt that it was really a bit false to say such a sentence at this time.

But the girl just said "um" and then stopped talking.

He pressed her down and fell on the bed, and then the two began to intimate. His panting grew heavier and heavier.

At this time, he is no longer the handsome and longed-for girl idol Osamu Kaneshiro, nor is he the super star player Osamu Kaneshiro in the underground fighting arena, he is just an ordinary man who loves his woman deeply.

At this moment, all of this seems to be extremely happy.

But, as you can see, everything is just "seeming".

Fifteen minutes later, Kaneshiro had his gun in hand, and he gasped for air "whew-hoo-hoo", and then fell like a wild boar on top of his woman.

He gasped for breath for a while, and then fell off the girl's body, and then lay down on Shi Yuwen's side.

He hugged her tightly.

It is said that one of the ways to judge whether a man loves you or not is to look at his performance after **. If he only cares about his own feelings and falls asleep after his work, he must not have you very much in mind.

In this way, like Osamu Kaneshiro, who can perform at the moment when a man is most sleepy and wants to sleep, but still takes into account the feelings and thoughts of girls, he should still like each other.

"Well, wife, I love you so much." Osamu Kaneshiro said as he hugged his wife tightly.

But Shi Yuwen just said softly: "Well, thank you." ”

She said "thank you", not "I love you too". Osamu Kaneshiro was sensitive to such a change in speech.

The hand he was holding on her shoulder seemed to have been hit hard. His embrace unconsciously loosened a little.

"You're still thinking about him while you're doing it?" Jin Cheng Xiu gritted his teeth, and this same question rose in his heart, he was afraid of the answer to this question, but every time he thought about it, he couldn't help but ask it again.

The "he" that Osamu Kaneshiro said was Shi Yuwen's first boyfriend, he had been in love with her for six years, and he was also her first man. Osamu Kaneshiro knew that his relationship with her must be very deep, and the thoughts left by the green years must be very young and beautiful.

Hehe, that's ironic.

In every woman's heart, there seems to be such a man who loves deeply. They clearly loved him, but they couldn't get him. It was precisely because they couldn't get him that they married such a more practical and accessible husband.

And Jin Cheng Xiu, no matter how handsome and talented he is, his position and status in love at this time is just such a "husband".

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." Shi Yuwen thought about it, and she decided to confess to her husband, "Six years is too long, give me a little more time, and I will forget about him." As she spoke, she wrapped herself around Kinshiro's body like a fish.

But at this time, Jin Cheng Xiu felt that this woman he loved was very annoying. "I'm sorry, I'm sleepy." He said in general terms, then turned his back to the woman.

"I'm sorry, Xiu." His wife was still touching his back from behind.

"Don't touch me, I'll be too sensitive after doing it, and I'll be uncomfortable." Jin Cheng Xiu said coldly.

Then the two men fell into a strange silence.

Neither of them spoke, and now the whole room was filled with the constant humming sound of the hanging air conditioner.

It's a bit annoying.

Jin Cheng's heart kept souring, and tears were about to flow out of his eyes. He thought to himself, "How long will we have to wait?" Three years have passed, will it be ten, twenty, or thirty years from now? ”

Wouldn't it be too ironic if the other person still said to himself "I'm sorry, please give me a little more time" when he was fifty years old?

He didn't know, he just felt sad.

He sighed slightly. Then he told himself that no matter what, he must overcome the man in a duel.

The man who will definitely meet him in a duel.

Murong Feng.

- I have already lost emotionally once, and I must not lose to Murong Feng in the fighting arena, on the occasion I am best at, again, to Murong Feng, Shi Yuwen's first boyfriend, and her first man.

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