The smell of perfume swept people in, and Su Weiyan tightly held her in his arms.

The sheer pink perfume snaked across the floor, like a rose blooming.

Glass shards glittered in the cold glow of flowing gold.

The pomegranate branches are graceful and fruitful, and the gorgeous cold pink flows along the ground, like the pomegranate spitting flowers under the courtyard, the peony contains dew, the magnolia and lotus white feathers are shaking, and the wisps of clouds are piled up, and the taste of a hundred years ago is romantically and crazy pouring into the entire collection room.

Right Fanshuang only felt that the kiss was full of peony and pomegranate seeds, so rich that it was like those flowers blooming on top of each other in front of her eyes and the tip of her tongue, romantic and magnificent, and Su Weiyan's extremely aggressive breath had a strong impact in the fragrance of flowers all over the ground.

JH's style has always been classical, but this bottle, with the taste of Su Weiyan, is full of Meng Lang's flavor in the classics.

In such a graceful floral fragrance, there are musk and patchouli, which represent the male, and the faint darkness seems to be a metaphor for something.

This bottle of perfume is crazy enough.

The broken bottle of perfume had water droplets splashed on the back of Su Youyan's hand, and Su Weiyan smeared it on the right frosty neck with his backhand, and his slender white hand stretched out, and his fingertips were on her neck, and he wiped it carefully, as if he was smearing sauce on the small bread to be eaten.

The little fool is full of his breath.

Su Yanyan's hand went straight to her back and tore her skirt.

Right Fanshuang was startled, his back was tightly pressed against the cold glass, his back was cold, and he staggered his face: "Ah Yan."

Su Weiyan stared at her, his hand against the glass cabinet door behind her, sticking to her very tightly, and his voice was extremely low and ambiguous: "What's wrong?"

Su Yanyan is close, the smell of perfume is also tight, the ambiguity of the atmosphere is simply unbearable, she is a little weak for no reason, if it weren't for Su Yanyan holding her waist steadily, I am afraid that she will slide down.

Her teeth were fighting, and she wanted to cry without tears, but she uttered an inappropriate word: "Cold."

Su Yanyan's wide palm directly held the tear in her clothes, and grabbed the tear of the skirt behind her tightly, but because of his action, Right Fanshuang only felt as if she was grabbed by Ah Yan in her hand, and Su Youyan's knuckles were extremely strong across her slender and thin back, and her fingertips were tightly pressed against her back.

Su looked down at her, "It'll be hot later."

Right Fanshuang was short of breath, a little flustered but weakly said, "No..."

Su Weiyan looked at her, his facial features were so alienated and cold, looking at people was always like looking at dust and mud, and his desire had become abstinence, but it made people feel that they would not be able to get out of bed with him, and the more abrupt it stopped, the more it aroused the imagination that he didn't dare to think deeply.

And he knew that Right Fanshuang was inconvenient today, but he couldn't help but tease her.

Right Frost stammered nervously, "It's going to catch a cold."

Su Weiyan laughed when she heard her excuse.

Panic.

But Right Fanshuang didn't know why, she felt that Ah Yan wouldn't listen, and now Ah Yan gave her a very dangerous feeling.

Su Weiyan's eyes were slightly relaxed, and she wrapped her upper body tightly with her coat: "Is this still cold?"

Right Frost said weakly, "But."

She wanted to laugh a little, but she was afraid that he would get angry when she laughed, so she stammered timidly and said, "Ah Yan... You, you're in such a hurry."

Su Weiyan looked at her curious and trying to hold back her laughter, she didn't want to laugh, but her expression was too pitiful, and he couldn't help but snort lightly.

To die, the little fool seems to be romantic-allergic.

Seeing that he was not so fierce, You Fanshuang also relaxed, and pulled the corner of his clothes: "I have a bottle of perfume I want, can Ah Yan give it to me?"

Su Weiyan looked at her and looked at herself, and her Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Every bottle of frost here can be taken away."

Right Frost described, "I want a bottle of Ah Yan's taste."

Su raised her eyebrows and wondered, "My taste?"

Right Frost nodded vigorously.

The smell on Ah Yan's body will make her feel very relieved, like the best tranquilizer.

Su Yanyan thought about it with a smile, and looked at her with long and thick eyelashes hanging slightly, like black smoke blowing through the eaves, like extremely thick smoke clouds and ink.

He didn't know exactly what his raw hormones smelled like, but after all, he started with perfume, and he probably knew which one smelled more like him: "Frost come with me."

Right Fanshuang hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes and followed him.

Su Weiyan took her into the corridor, took a bottle of men's incense, sprayed it in front of her, and when you Fanshuang smelled that smell, her expression was lost for a moment, and she unconsciously raised her face and walked forward, as if she wanted to melt into the incense.

She closed her eyes, the corners of her lips unconsciously hooked.

It seems to be in Ah Yan's arms.

The smell that comes out is a rich Ah Yan.

Elegant violets with elemi and benzoin, musk and vetiver representing male hormones, and cold fig ivy come together to create a warm and impactful desire for luxury.

She was obviously not impatient at this time, but in this taste, she completely integrated into the arms of Su Weiyan's taste.

Warmth, peace of mind, soothing all emotions.

When she walked forward, she crashed into Su Youyan's arms, and Su Weiyan looked at her as if she was drunk, and reached out to hug her.

Right Fanshuang closed his eyes and threw himself into his embrace: "Ah Yan, what's its name?"

Su said lightly, "PerreBCaroeeB."

Right Frost breathed the air around him silently, listening to his thick voice.

Su Weiyan continued: "From B, it is a brand founded in France a century ago, but this bottle of perfume has been discontinued, and I can try to find a way to reproduce it for frost."

Right Fanshuang only felt so happy, she didn't understand that, but this smell could bring her calm happiness: "The smell of Ah Yan, it smells good."

She laughed unconsciously, a little silly, and said to herself as if she was drunk.

"I love Su so much."

The completely natural words made Su Weiyan feel like he was burned by a flame, and he grabbed her waist: "Who do you love?"

You Fanshuang didn't open his eyes, and his voice was soft and with a happy smile: "Su worries."

Right Fanshuang only felt so happy that every pore was opening, and she opened her eyes slightly, her eyes full of intoxication and appreciative love.

Su Weiyan was still worried that today would make her unhappy, seeing her eyes and expressions, as if these snubs did not exist for a little fool, and her love would not be shaken in the slightest because of these.

His mood suddenly relaxed.

Right Frost was buried in his arms: "Ah Yan is okay to spray some more?"

Su Yanyan deliberately sprayed on his body, and there was a cold and cold tiny droplet touch on his neck, and Right Fanshuang subconsciously buried his feet in his neck socket and smelled it.

Su Yan smiled and watched the little fool indulge in him.

However, the phone rang at an inopportune time, it was the little fool's mobile phone stuffed in the pocket of his skirt.

Right Frost came back to her senses, and Su Yanyan pulled her phone out of her pocket and approached her face.

Right Frost has not been completely withdrawn from the slightly drunk state, and his voice is soft and glutinous: "Hey~"

Ju Mang was stunned, but he was not surprised: "Shuangshuang, the family has packed up a stack of trial materials you read before, you are going to intern, do you need to bring it over?"

Right Frost's voice was still soft: "Okay."

Ju Mang said curiously, "Isn't Frost in a good mood today?"

Right Frost's voice was soft, and the tail note was upturned: "Hmm."

"Did anything good happen?"

Su Weiyan deliberately whispered, "Yes, do you want to listen?"

The man's voice was thick and low, with magnetism and a slight smile, and he could feel the ambiguous atmosphere just by listening to the voice, not to mention, it was very close.

The sentence on the other end instantly froze in place.

She glanced at the clock on the wall.

Nine.

She glanced at the empty room again, not to mention the man, not even a male fly.

She held her phone and felt like she was going to cry, lamenting, "What an aalolo."

Right Frost didn't understand: "Huh?"

Su Weiyan smiled.

Ju Mang said helplessly: "Drought and drought and waterlogging."

Ju Mang hung up the phone directly.

Right Fanshuang's face turned red, and she unconsciously grabbed the coat that Su Weiyan had draped on her.

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