Chapter Eighty-Four: The Kiss That I've Been Waiting For

The moment he looked into his paranoid eyes, Shang Wu's already flustered mind only remembered one sentence.

It was the year when I was still in the preparatory department of the Repin Academy of Fine Arts.

She saw a line from Byron's poem.

“ifishouldmeetthee,digreetthee,ithsileears.”

If I meet you, it will be years away.

I change how to salut, to tears, to silence.

She spoke, and three years had already taught her how to hide her emotions.

"You've mistaken someone, sir."

Lu Yiyou placed her by the door and imprisoned her in this party.

Immobile, and breathing the same.

She turned her face uncomfortably, and she couldn't look directly at Lu Yiyou's fairy face for a second longer.

But the other party doesn't seem to allow her to turn her back.

His hand was raised, revealing lean bones at his wrists.

He has lost weight, and his temperament is colder than usual.

In the past, even if he was domineering, presumptuous, and aggressive, there was still some warmth in his bones.

But now, his whole being is cold.

He pinched her chin as he did three years ago, and even the strength was the same as it had been three years ago.

"Mistaken person? You actually say I recognized the wrong person? He thought it was ridiculous, and three years of false alarms had left him exhausted and eager to try.

"That's right, I have my own way of verifying."

After that, the red cheongsam-style blouse made a crisp tearing sound when it was pulled by a big hand.

"You!"

She was angry and anxious, and looked at him with wide eyes.

Only then did he look directly at his handsome and perfect face, his outline became more distinct, and his eyes became sharper.

She finally took a breath, but she was careful not to exhale.

"Didn't you say I recognized the wrong person? I'd like to see if I've recognized the wrong person! ”

After three years of forbearance and longing, this feeling of collapse has long made him lose his mind.

At this time, he doesn't need to be sane!

All he needs is her!

Shang Wu's whispered protest seemed useless in this battle, and even had a taste of rejection.

Yes.

Not only was he longing for her, but her body was also crying out for him all the time.

People who are hard to forget in their hearts, and physically are hard to forget, add a hundred times.

She whispered, which awakened his long-hidden feelings.

Shang Wu could feel the swing of her skirt swaying, gently swinging a moving arc.

It was his white, powerful palm that kept teasing.

She didn't bother to resist anymore, and since the resistance was ineffective, why not start enjoying it.

Shang Wu raised his eyes and fell into his deep eyes.

Acacia overflows between the eyebrows.

He bowed his head and captured her.

The fragrance is soft and sweet.

He tossed and turned on her lips, a little too hard between her lips and teeth.

The kiss was so intense that she couldn't react consciously, but she could only gently drown in the ocean of his giving.

Shang Wu grabbed his shoulders and felt his thin but muscular arms through his white shirt.

All the way down, take his bony hand.

He clasped her slender fingers, his broad palm resting her hand against the door.

A fierce kiss ended, and his expression was full of reluctance.

Inkeyes stared at her rosy lips, and then, it was time to get down to business.

In front of her, he finally became gentle.

The light under the eyes is different from the previous coldness.

He let go of his hand against the door and pulled her body toward his side, leaving a gap in her back.

Immediately, Lu Yiyou carefully unbuttoned the hidden button behind her back, and the fitting clothes were instantly loosened.

He tugged down.

Unleashed.

Shang Wu looked at him with bated breath.

Like a pure narcissus, waiting to be pampered.

The desire for three years has been too intense.

From a playboy to a good young master.

Sure enough, it didn't take a long time, but it came relatively quickly.

She smiled brightly, and the corners of her pale mouth were stained with a bright smile.

Shang Wu secretly smiled smugly, like a little girl.

Lu Yiyou had just experienced a long-awaited excitement, and was lying on her round shoulders at the moment panting roughly.

The warm breath made her feel a little itchy and shrunk her neck.

He indulged in her shoulders, enjoying the moment's stealing pleasure.

It was a long time before he looked up, his sharply contoured face full of longing.

Hatred and love both descended together, and his mood is difficult to describe in words.

But Shang Wu is more indifferent than expected.

She misses him very much, and returning to City A is not only for revenge, but also for her selfish thoughts, to be able to secretly watch him from afar like an ordinary person.

After several years of tempering, her joy and anger are no longer written on her face, and hiding her emotions is a trick that an adult must learn.

She met his wistful eyes and pulled out an ID card from the collection of Fendi girly bags she was carrying.

The name written on it was not the name that Lu Yiyou was reading out loud.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, not only did you recognize the wrong person, but you also fell in love with the wrong person."

With that, she unhurriedly packed up the messy clothes on her body.

Fortunately, the torn place is quite hidden, and you can't see it if you don't look closely.

She tugged at the hidden button behind her with her hand, but was embarrassed to find that her hand was not long enough......

Shang Wu smiled and asked him in a fresh voice, "Is this gentleman who had an affair with me willing to help me buckle the hidden button on my back?" ”

With that, she turned her back to her.

The smooth back was as bright as the moon in the sky.

She used to be too thin, and the lines on her back were not good enough.

Now she is a little less firewood, and a little more is tired, just right, very attractive.

She bent her sexy back slightly, and naturally waited for his help with her head sideways.

Lu Yiyou glanced at her and calmly buckled the hidden button.

This red dress, except for a few folds, looks very intact.

She turned around, her eyes rolling, "So Mr. Lu, I still have something to do, and I have to leave?" ”

Shang Wu pointed to the doorway, signaling to leave.

But - Lu Yiyou doesn't buy it!

He grabbed her creamy wrist, his words full of warning.

"You mean, I recognized the wrong person?"

Lu Yiyou smiled softly in his heart, from the moment he saw this woman, he knew that it was her.

The name can be changed again, and the character can also be changed, but the smell and taste are recognizable no matter how many perfumes are used to cover it up and no matter how it changes.

Shang Wu was just about to turn around, looked at him in astonishment, nodded, and forcibly calmed down, "Yes." ”

"Then I'll think I've recognized the wrong person, and it's okay to know you again, Shang Wu."

The name was shouted out of his thin lips, making her feel hard to get used to, a strange sense of conflict.

"Or, I wouldn't mind marrying you again! After all, you've been branded with me since that moment. ”

"Vexatious."

She dropped a word, indifferently opened the lock on the door, and began to run out with a sense of desertion.

In the exhibition hall, the auction has reached an important stage.

Pino's "The Holy Maiden" is the main purpose of the fifty percent people present.

This painting is by the famous Italian painter Pino, and it can be called one of the best oil paintings among modern painters.

The painting is mounted in a safety glass in the exhibition hall.

But it does not affect the beauty of the painting.

Looking through the glass, the girl in the painting seems to be smiling for nothing.

The unruly face shows the ignorance of youth, and the exposed collarbones are distinct, which is fascinating.

This is a Western-style, large-scale work.

But in the face of art, there is no such thing as a large scale or a small scale, and a work that people love is a good work.

Women come to buy this painting because they think the girl in the painting is themselves, and men come to buy this painting because they think the girl in the painting is the person they love.

Of course, the starting price of 30 million has made many people discouraged.

Shang Feige grabbed this painting for two reasons, the saint in the painting is pure and young, she feels that this is herself, and the second, the starting price of 30 million, isn't it a symbol of her identity?

She held up her sign, "Thirty-three million!" ”

On the stage, it was the host's witty and high-spirited voice, "33 million, Mrs. Qiao directly added 3 million!" Is there anything higher? ”

At the VIP seat, a dark shadow held up a sign, "Forty million." ”

The host was dumbfounded, the richest man is not the richest man!

"Forty million, is there any higher, the one with the highest price will get it!"

Shang Feige glanced at Cheng Manjiao beside him extremely dejectedly, "Mom, didn't you say that among the guests present today, the Qiao family is the most big?!" ”

Cheng Manjiao I was speechless, "This and this...... I remember that the Qiao family is the richest in the list, and they have already been angry with the high-ranking officials, who is so ignorant? ”

Shang Feige couldn't care so much, and raised his hand, "Forty-five million." ”

But unsurprisingly, the figure of the VIP seat raised his sign almost in the next second, "50 million!" ”

Cheng Manjiao was full of sadness, "Feige, it's already 50 million, are you still shooting?" ”