Old Fox and Little Tiger 20
Jing Jing's voice was hoarse and gloomy, and although he was panting, he was not in lust. Immediately after, my dull pain, he snapped mercilessly.
The heat in my body was extinguished by the pain, and then Jing Kei swung his fist into my abdomen, stomping me away.
My moon was going to hit the sink and I hunched my back along with a cold sweat.
He did change.
When I raised my eyes to meet his fake smile, I suddenly realized that I had completely lost him at the wedding. He lifted his pants, tucked his shirt, and swept my face contemptuously, and his playful gaze rested on my exposed lower body: "Bai Yin, now that you pout your ass, I won't fuck you." Don't think you're capable, you're just an old cripple, and don't use your authority to harass me. â
He snapped his last button in the mirror and gave me a crisp snort.
It also woke me up from his insulting words.
No matter how embarrassed I was, I just sat on the ground and stared at him, trying to find out a little bit of the cuteness of my childhood.
It's a pity that no, only I have seen too much of the bad sex of the rich boy.
It's not good to think about it, it's best for him to stay away from the muddy waters, away from me. But my bones itched for him, and people stopped dumping me, so I was scared and panicked.
"Jing Jing!" I stood up with the sink propped up, and he just twisted the lock.
After a pause, he turned his face half-sideways, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked impatient.
"I command you. Come here, help me put my pants on! "My pants fell barefoot, bare, two long legs, and I was embarrassed.
Jing Jing's eyes narrowed even more, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, angry.
I leaned directly on the sink, propped my hands on the edge of the sink, the thing wilted, and I also faced him openly: "Come here, pick it up!" â
"You want to be shameless!" He turned around in disbelief.
"Heh, I'm the division commander, and if you don't want to go to a court-martialed for attacking me and molesting me, you just go out."
What kind of face do you want? Didn't Jing Jing say it just now, my face was gone, so I didn't want to come back. I'm just using my rank to press him, and I'm so bad that I slander him.
Looking at the stupid look in his eyes that were about to stare out, the body that was hurt by him was not so painful.
"You're a military commander!"
"But you did get hurt." I leaned over to him and pouted, "It's such a big move, the guards are all in." You can't come yet! â
Sure enough, the guard knocked on my office door and asked me what was the matter.
Jing Jing's face turned green, he looked at me with disgust, came over and bent down to pick up my pants, and I took the opportunity to hold his head and press it against me.
Jing Jing's face was pressed against my jungle, confused.
"I'm sorry, I didn't stand firm, borrow a force." I stood up straight, let go of my hand, and urged with my eyes: "You have your mouth open, you want to heal it?" I don't dare, I have to keep it, you. â
Jing Jing quickly lifted my pants, his eyes slashed at me like a knife, his face flushed and he didn't dare to make a sound, because the guard had already knocked on the bathroom door.
"Belt." I reminded him that Jing Jing's eyes were even sharper, and he raised his hand to fasten the belt neatly to the last button.
I was almost strangled by him, but I had to bear it, who told me to be sorry for him first.
"Master Bai, are you alright?"
"Fuck! What's going on with your military district! How to do it, the ground is so slippery! I yelled to make excuses, and I did spill the sulking that Jing Jing had given me on the guard at the door.
When the guard opened the door, my arm was on Jing Jing's shoulder.
"Thank you, Jing Tuan! Master Bai, it's my dereliction of duty! It's my dereliction of duty! The guards took me and Jing Jing walked out neatly, but he strictly followed the rules of the army and could not leave until the leader gave me instructions.
"Thank you, Captain Jing." I winked at Jing Jing, Jing Jing picked up the military hat on the coffee table and put it on, his slender fingers pressed the military hat again and again, presumably to hide his angry face.
"It's not early, Captain Jing, I also broke my waist, didn't you say you wanted to go back just now, then give me a ride by the way."
Phew, it hurts, it's a normal man who has already wailed, but I can bear it, and I don't forget to point my finger at Sang and scold Huai: "Damn, tomorrow's ceremony, if I can't stand here, pony, you won't be able to eat and walk around!" â
Staring at the pony, I glanced at Jing Jing.
The man's fists were clenched, his mouth pursed.
But it's better than him pretending to be a stranger to me coldly.
In the end, Jing Jing still didn't make it, he drove the military Jeep all the way, and I sat in the passenger seat and grabbed the seat belt to eye him.
"Jing Jing, I miss you so much." In a word, three points for coaxing him not to be annoyed, and seven points for expressing his heart: "If it wasn't for the pressure from above to come to me this time, I wouldn't come to Beijing again." What are you going to do, no one is waiting for me to come back. â
I finished speaking calmly, and Jing Jing's speed also slowed down a gear.
He didn't say it, and I won't say it anymore.
The car was parked on a high-rise in Beijing's Third Ring Road.
"It's here. Master Bai. Jing Jingmu kept a wooden face and didn't look at me, as if he had completed a military mission.
"Hmm. Thank you. "It's embarrassing to tell a person who is indifferent to his feelings. Today I am a scoundrel enough, but tomorrow I have to go back to Sichuan, and I can't rely on him anymore. So I didn't leave, I sat in the passenger seat and continued to look at him, and I thought that if he asked the reason back then, I would take advantage of this impulse to tell him about the photo.
But he turned off the key and threw it in front of him, popped out the seat belt and got out of the car neatly.
Bang.
The doors closed.
I slammed my head on the back of my chair and watched him move forward straight.
Knock knock, knock knock.
In the quiet of the carriage, I could hear my heartbeat that couldn't be slower.
That's why I didn't want to come to Beijing, I had to face that he had grown up and learned to move forward, and I had been stagnant since I was two years old.
I have had two goals in my life, one is for the affirmation of white matter. This became less important after I met Jing Jing. One is to protect Jing Jing, and this goal is gone.
So what objections do I have to deal with Bai Zhiming and Hao Luotian after all these years of planning? No one waited for me after stumbling over them, no one followed me, no one accompanied me.
The headlights were on, and the blue-green figure became smaller and smaller, and it became more and more hazy.
I closed my eyes, the carriage was silent, and I was too tired to move. It's so tired, all these years, it's so tired.
Bang!
The door was suddenly torn open, and the familiar smell mixed with the smell of gasoline was particularly obvious.
I didn't dare to open my eyes and continued to tilt my head, not wanting to make a sound.
The seat belt was pressed open, and the man called out to me impatiently: "Bai Yin! Don't pretend to Lao Tzu! A big man, what kind of weakness is pretending! â
"Back pain." I snorted, it did hurt: "You're hurting." â
I was pulled by him and put my arm on his shoulder.
My arms were full again, and my heart was beating fast.
Look, Jing Jing is the poison that kills me, the wine that rejuvenates me, and the medicine that rejuvenates me.
Jing Jing snorted and helped me to the elevator entrance, his eyes fixed on the descending number, and as soon as the elevator door opened, he put me in the corner and kicked my pants with his leather shoes.
"What floor?"
â17băâ
"Hmph, why don't you go down to the eighteenth layer of hell."
Now it's like, "Calculate every day, without you."
Jing Jing was silent, he leaned on the handrail of the elevator, tilted his head and looked at the top of his head: "Four years, promoted from brigade to army commander, Bai Yin, this is the purpose of marrying Ni Jingjing?" â
I looked at him and said just four words: "Give me time." â
Jing Jing was shocked, and asked me in a voice, but unwillingly: "Why?" â
Bite.
The elevator door opened, Jing Jing seemed to be awake, and he chuckled twice and lifted me up neatly.
There are only two households on the upper floor, and I pointed to one of the dusty ones: "You actually know the key"
This is Jing Jing's first time here, but I said he knows the key.
Jing Jing's Adam's apple rolled, and he replied stubbornly: "I don't know." â
"When I was a child, how did you run to my house and how did you get the key to open the door? Forget that it doesn't matter, it's in the right corner of the eaves. â
He stretched out his hand and hooked it down, and looked down at the silver key Nunu's mouth: "It's not a bungalow, the key is here, don't be afraid of losing it!" He plugged in the key and twisted it.
"Then let you go, I don't live in Beijing anyway."
The door pushed open, and I reached for the cloister lamp.
The three-bedroom and two-living room house has a good layout, and the layout is decorated by me according to the ideal and ordinary people's appearance, but I have never lived in it, and this house is impersonal, and there is no fireworks.
"Keys." Jing Jing put me on the couch and threw the keys on the coffee table.
"Here, I thought, to live with you."
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