I don't know how long it took, Tsering Bian Zhen woke up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself surrounded by Miro Dorjee's arms, her cheeks pressed against his chest.

She gently broke free of Meilang Dorjee's arms, got off the bed, walked to the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked out, only to find that it was already dusk, and on the beach in the distance, a couple with little clothes were leisurely walking on the waves.

"It's nearly dusk, and the sunset is infinitely better. Tsering Bian Zhen looked at the stunning scenery outside, and his mind was excited, and his mouth was full of words, and his body and mind were extremely comfortable. "We also go outside and get a breath of the particularly fresh air. ”

Tsering Bian Zhen woke up Meilang Dorjee, the two put on the thin Shusang coconut island tourist clothes, along the clean and quiet wooden plank road, came to the beach, holding hands, walking, letting the sea breeze blow, listening to the low and tactful sound of the waves from the other side of the sea, enjoying this picturesque dusk.

The coastline of Yalong Bay is very long, and the water is so pure and intoxicatingly blue. The sea breeze blew on her face, and Tsering Bianzhen's long hair rolled like waves, making her more sexy and charming, and the whole person seemed to be rejuvenated because of this.

From time to time, Tsering Bian Zhen compares the blue of the Shangri-La grassland with the blue here, and recalls the mischievous past that happened at school when she was a girl. Sometimes serious, sometimes laughing, sometimes nervous, she is completely a child who does not know sorrow, very cute and cute.

As if a little tired, Tsering Bian Zhen walked to the coconut grove outside the beach, sat down on a stone bench, gently hugged Meilang Dorjee, closed his eyes, snuggled up to his chest, and listened to the call of the sea with bated breath, his thoughts fluttered with the graceful sea breeze.

"I like this loose rhythm, I love this beautiful sea fairy mountain, I like this island that shines with the glory of Buddhism. From the dappled light and shadow sifted through the cracks of the coconut leaves, swaying and dancing on her handsome and beautiful face, Tsering Bian Zhen seemed to murmur in a dream, "One day, when my heart is no longer impetuous, everything is calm, I will definitely come here, leisurely, quiet and leisurely, away from the world, away from strife, live here, listen to the sounds of heaven here, and live for the rest of my life." ”

Meilang Dorjee hugged the almost impeccable Tibetan lover in his arms, stroked the smooth and elastic skin on her face, looked at her crystal clear jade jade facial features and eyelashes that fluttered gently from time to time, remembering that he was blown to the Shangri-La prairie by a tornado, rescued by Tashi Tsering, and then met Tsering Bianzhen, and then fell in love. A college student with a temperament like an orchid, recalling the days and nights that the two walked together, Meilang Dorjee couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion and pity.

After returning to the hotel, Meilang Dorjee habitually turned on the computer, opened the website of Gaoyuan Qingyun, learned about the dynamics of the group company, and read and replied to various emails from the members of the strategic No. 1 project team.

Tsering Bian Zhen looked at the concentrating Meilang Dorjee, couldn't bear to disturb him, entered the bathroom lightly, put a bathtub full of water, took off her nightgown, naked - naked, slowly sat down in the bathtub, closed her eyes, comfortably rubbed her cream-like skin with fragrant foam, and enjoyed the comfortable and moist petal bath.

She put her snow-white slender thighs on the edge of the cylinder, completely relaxed, and completely soothed the nerves and pores of her body.

Tsering Bian Zhen calmed her breath in the bathtub and calmed her nerves, and for the first time in her life, she experienced such a magical hydromassage. After a long time, she tilted her head slightly, and saw the blue sea and sky outside the window, and the loud sound of the waves crashing against the reef was faintly heard, which made her feel extremely relaxed and refreshing.

Half an hour later, Tsering Bian Zhen got up from the bathtub lazily and stared at his slender willow eyebrows in the mirror, the bright Danfeng eyes, the delicate and straight bridge of Qiong's nose, and the charming and sexy thin lips.

"Your beautiful and tender skin, including the most precious one on your body, has been given to Meilang Dorjee for the first time without reservation," Tsering Bian Zhen said to himself in his heart, "So what about the future? If Meilang Dorjee is really as Tang Dashan said, it will really be so terrifyingly transformed, then, does your body still belong to him?"

After he questioned himself so sharply and even so cruelly, Tsering Bian Zhen suddenly felt that he was so lonely and helpless, so miserable and desolate, and tears burst out of his eyes for a while.

In an instant, she felt that she had become powerless, her body was weak, and she almost fainted, so she had to hold on to the wall with one hand to stop her body from shaking.

She had never been so weak, and she had never shed tears for a man.

No matter what happened in the past, no matter how much wealth her family has, how great influence she has on the outside, or even how powerful she seems in the eyes of others. However, as the head of the largest mining group in Caikang Province, Gesang Dunzhu, the only one with a close blood relationship, his own sister, and the only real sister, Tsering Bian Zhen, she is still a woman in the end.

Tsering Bian Zhen has a warm and cheerful coat, many people don't understand that she is actually a woman whose head is as cold as ice in her bones and never takes ordinary men in her eyes easily.

However, it is such a woman that her love will come very suddenly and strongly. Once she can fall in love, she will love with all her heart and will never give up easily.

For Meilang Dorjee's love, a large part of it is out of gratitude for taking care of Abba and Aunt over the years, and a large part of it is his handsomeness and chic, as well as the diligence and genius he showed in Gaoyuan Qingyun Group, all three.

Tsering Bian Zhen stood by the bathroom door for a while, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, gently walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, slowly took off his pajamas, and carefully looked at his perfect figure in the mirror, even he was obsessed.

A burst of pride, a burst of sourness, a burst of helplessness, Tsering Bian Zhen's heart swelled with a thousand tastes.

Then, she changed into a pink sleeveless T-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, the low neckline made her chest reveal a large white skin, and the tight pants exposed the two fair, slender and slender legs.

Then, she went back to the bathroom and briefly put on her makeup.

"Can you and Meilang Dorjee go on for the rest of your life?" she looked at herself in the mirror and muttered, "If he really transforms and becomes a hybrid of humans and evil spirits for some reason, how should you and him end?"

Tsering Bian Zhen is not able to answer this question at all. Before she saw Meilang Dorjee's transformation with her own eyes, she really didn't have any reason and confidence to answer this question.

The most important thing for her now is to use the past 20 days to carefully observe Meilang Dorjee's every move, word and deed, and then make a judgment on what Tang Dashan said, and finally make a decision on her fate.

"My baby, you woke up so early!" I don't know when, Meilang Dorjee quietly walked into the bathroom, hugged her from behind, and pressed his chin on her shoulder blades. "I just dreamed that you, a big beauty, were kidnapped by the boss of an international consortium. ”

"Are you brain-dead, are you still having such an unlucky dream," Tsering Bian Zhen did not look back, and said angrily: "I'm embarrassed to tell others." You've ruined your good mood, and people are angry, really!"

With a flick of his backhand, he pushed Meilang Dorjee out of the door, then closed the door, letting the tears slide down the corners of his eyes.