Shen Qiang followed Secretary Chen into the VIP area.

found that Song Boli was not in the hall, but entered the super VIP lounge in the VIP area. Shen Qiang walked in under Secretary Chen's smiling gaze.

As soon as you enter, you will see a luxurious bed, as well as a toilet and shower room, and the marble floor is transparent and bright, like a room.

At a glance, she noticed a pink baby burp bag standing out on the bedside.

And Song Boli was sitting on a leather chair at the moment, his white shirt tucked into his trousers, neatly dressed, his deep peach blossom eyes moved slightly when he saw Shen Qiang, his thin lips opened lightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Come here." ”

He hadn't seen her for a month, he hadn't changed at all, his tone, feelings, and feelings for her seemed to be the same as a month ago, Shen Qiang guessed that he might not know that they hadn't seen each other for a month.

Shen Qiang obediently raised her feet and walked forward. When she was still an arm's length, she stopped and whispered, "You called me here—ah! ”

Before she could come to her senses, she was already sitting on his lap.

There is a huge disparity in strength between men and women, she struggled to no avail and was tightly shackled by him, when she struggled, she could even feel the hard muscles underneath, and a hard block like an iron block against her, Shen Qiang's eyes trembled, and she looked at Song Boli.

Song Boli seems to like the frightened Shen Qiang very much, every now and then, the corners of his mouth are always hooked, and his smiling face is always more than Su Ri a few times, but no matter how much he smiles on his face, the smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes.

He is a gentleman's representative of the port city, but his hands are not gentlemen.

Shen Qiang was made to shudder by him, he chuckled, held her fragrant shoulders with both hands, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said very firmly: "You seem to miss me very much." ”

"Isn't it?" He asked.

The sound was like a feather brushing over her ears, and the crispness made her blush quickly.

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Chapter 12 Chapter 12

◎ Happy New Year ◎

The three characters of Song Boli are a short introduction to the upper class society in Hong Kong City.

I know Song Dong, or I am friends with Song Dong, as long as you say similar words in Hong Kong City, whether it is true or not, everyone will give you three points.

When everyone mentions Song Boli, they always praise him with the highest praise, and he is such a man who calls for wind and rain in the port city, speaks the same, and is a noble gentleman, and he is another face behind the people.

Shen Qiang sat on Song Boli's lap, her dark pupils trembled slightly, and her little hand grabbed the big hand that was walking around her thin waist, "I'm itching..."

Song Boli held Shen Qiang's small hand in his big hand, and Shen Qiang's blushing cheeks were reflected in his deep eyes. He still had his usual smile on his face, and he quietly saw through her thoughts.

Did you miss him?

Her blush trumped all answers.

Shen Qiang's eyes drooped and she couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?" ”

"Let's talk about cooperation," Song Boli said in an idle tone, "Where are you going?" ”

"At the end of January, I have to go home to spend the New Year with my mother."

Shen Qiang deliberately bit the three words at the end of January when he spoke, as if to remind him that they hadn't seen each other for nearly a month. The girl couldn't hide what was on her mind, whether she was angry or happy, she always hung in those smart eyes.

The corners of Song Boli's mouth hooked, and he laughed out of his throat, and said in a low voice: "How is the painting?" ”

He is like a fried pet cat, and it is extremely rare to show a little imperceptible tenderness under his eyes.

It is the most lethal thing for people who have always been cold to be gentle.

"Do you remember?" Shen Qiang was a little surprised. But after the surprise, I was overjoyed.

He remembers! He actually remembered!

Song Boli smiled silently, Shen Qiang came back to his senses from the surprise and met his deep peach blossom eyes.

The restrained desire in his eyes was rolling like a raging wave, and his gaze moved down from his palm-sized cheeks to his collarbone, and finally stopped at the proud twin peaks.

The man's strong and thin arm rested on Shen Qiang's thin waist with one hand.

The other hand pinched Shen Qiang's pink earlobe, and the soft touch made Song Boli pinch it several times in succession.

Song Boli rarely has this kind of playful heart, which does not match everyone's impression of him, who would have thought that a man who talks about everything outside has such a face in private.

Song Boli's desire Shen Qiang didn't know whether it was a strong or not-strong type, she was the first time after all. But she could feel that he was very powerful, and every time it was over, it was always a short time after it was over, and he would do it again.

A minimum of 3 starts per night.

Absolute sanity and absolute madness are vividly embodied in Song Boli.

He is absolutely sane and does not put too much thought into love.

But he was absolutely insane, and it was reflected in the crowded waiting room at the moment - he still wanted to.

Shen Qiang noticed the secret words that Song Boli pinched her earlobe, and she suddenly felt as if they would talk for a while before making love every time, as if they were just foreshadowing for this moment.

Otherwise, why don't you usually talk? Every time we meet and chat, after a few words, we will move on to the next step.

Shen Qiangxing's eyes were wet, and after pondering for a moment, she said, "I'm in a hurry, I'm going to line up." ”

She rejected his suggestion.

Whether it's looking at the eyes, or pinching the ears.

Song Boli's eyes moved slightly, and he pinched Shen Qiang's ear for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled: "So urgent? ”

At the end, he added, "Sure?" ”

As if to say, are you sure you want to leave?

Why don't you cherish this meeting and go crazy here with him?

"No way, mom is waiting for me," Shen Qiang's mouth trembled, and added: "And I'm afraid to be here..."

The hands on Shen Qiang's earlobes quietly left, it turned out that his rare gentleness just now was just because he wanted to be intimate. Her heart trembled, but she still didn't relent.

Song Boli didn't force it anymore, helped Shen Qiang's waist and motioned for her to stand up.

Sensing that she wanted to really separate, Shen Qiang was inexplicably soft-hearted, but she really didn't want to do these ridiculous things here, so in a hurry, she could only barely stand up, and then made a bold move.

Her slightly cool and tender little hand was on Song Boli's handsome face, and then she gently touched his thin lips.

They have known each other for nearly four years, but there are few such moments of kissing without desire.

Shen Qiang likes this feeling of pure love very much. But apparently mature men generally don't like it.

After a while, this pure love kiss was mainly anti-customer, and the dominance was held by Song Boli in his hand, and the indoor temperature rose suddenly, and the ambiguous, fishy, sweet, and brushed feeling surrounded the two of them.

Shen Qiang opened her eyes when she kissed, she wanted to see if Song Boli was like her, indulging in this feeling, but what was right was Song Boli's deep pupils.

He didn't even close his eyes.

The dark pupils seemed to tell her that he was very awake about this matter, and she was the only one who was indulged.

And a sentence from the Internet came to Shen Qiang's mind

- When kissing, your significant other has his eyes open, then he probably doesn't love you.

His absolute sanity reappeared.

Shen Qiang closed her eyes, forcefully pulled her head back, and shouted to stop the kiss.

She rejected his offer, so she wanted to use a kiss to soothe his loss after being rejected, but she didn't expect him to mind at all, not mind, not uncomfortable, and not disappointed by her refusal.

It was she who was too worried, Shen Qiang was very stuffy in her heart, she didn't want to think about it anymore, and said, "See you in the next year." ”

Shen Qiang pushed through her pink suitcase, she really couldn't face such a calm Song Boli, his calmness was like naked sarcasm, sarcastic that she tried to get pure love in Song Boli.

Song Boli did not have any retention.

Right... He called out to her, maybe just because he wanted to be intimate, but she shouted to stop, and he didn't need to stay.

To him, it didn't seem to matter her emotions or her departure.

The plane flew into the sky and took Shen Qiang back to her little world.

Shen Qiang is a native of Jiangnan, and her hometown is near the tourist attractions with the characteristics of the ancient town of Jiangnan.

As soon as Shen Qiang returned home, Zhuang Fangjie directly asked for a few days off from her work unit to accompany her. Mother and daughter are tired of being together for a few days. There seems to be an endless stream of words.

"What time do you go to work?" Zhuang Fangjie asked while preparing tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Shen Qiang's vacation time is not based on the school, but according to the company's internship time.

Shen Qiang hesitated for a moment, and was going to tell Zhuang Fangjie that she was going to resign, but she was afraid that she would be worried, so she changed her words: "I went to work on the fifth day of the junior high school, No. 2.7." ”

Zhuang Fangjie was reluctant, but still said: "Then you have to work hard, your mother doesn't put pressure on you, you don't have to provide for me, I just hope you have a good time, and your eyes are bright." ”

Shen Qiang smiled and said that he knew.

The vegetable market in Jiangnan for the New Year is more diverse, chicken, duck and fish, one dish and one soup, but Shen Qiang and Zhuang Fangjie are not so extravagant and wasteful for the New Year, but the house still hangs the festive blessing word, and the Spring Festival Gala is also on TV.

After Shen Qiang and Zhuang Fangjie finished eating, the neighbor kindly invited Zhuang Fangjie to her house as a guest, Shen Qiang didn't want to deal with the famous scene of these elders gathering, so she pushed the invitation under the pretext of working overtime.

So Zhuang Fangjie went to the neighbor's house. Only Shen Qiang was left.

She stood on the balcony, looking at the brilliant fireworks in the distant sky, she suddenly remembered that on New Year's Day not long ago, she was also alone watching the fireworks, when she sent him a New Year's greeting, and he quickly replied to the message.

And what about this time?

Shen Qiang lowered her eyes and opened her mobile phone, WeChat pinning was canceled as early as the day she came back, she was afraid that Zhuang Fangjie would accidentally see her mobile phone, and it would inevitably be an interrogation at that time.

Shen Qiang slid down, and after flipping through for a while, he found Song Boli in the chat box that was about to sink to the bottom. It turns out that after canceling the pin, his chat box will be so deep, obviously the closest couple, but the chat box is even lower than ordinary friends.

She clicked on WeChat, and the chat record was still sent on New Year's Day on the day she left.

She said to play with all her might, and see you in the next year.

He said, "Okay, I'll see you in the next year." 】

But they didn't see each other until the end of the year, they met by chance at the airport that day, she went first, and he didn't send a message asking her if she was home safely... Forget it, didn't I know that he was such a kind person.

Shen Qiang sent him a message like that on New Year's Day, wishing him a happy new year. But for some reason, in the lively atmosphere, she stood alone in the hazy night, and had the idea of wanting to be a little willful once.

She clicked on the voice call in the chat box with him.

The default ringtone of the system swirls in her ears, her mood rises and falls with the ringing, she feels like a gambler, betting on whether he will answer... When the balance in my heart tilted in the direction that it would not be connected, it was actually connected.