He came with great glory

Chapter 146 Girl's mind, nine out of ten will never leave him
Last time he peeked halfway through, and he still hasn't seen the portrait behind.

Seeing the portrait, he suddenly thought that the girl was sitting on that platform, with her head lowered and a pen in her hand, seriously scribbling and drawing on the notebook. She didn't know what she was drawing, and then kissed her.

So, kiss him.

Fu Ying blushed so badly that she wished she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

So, so embarrassing.

There are not only his portraits in it, but also all kinds of artificial and hypocritical words.

Really, the scene of social death.

Fu Ying lowered her head, bit her lips tightly, and mingled her fingers together.

She heard the sound of pages turning, and her heart skipped a beat.

Borrowing the weak light from the desk lamp, Shen Liguang carefully looked at the portraits one by one.

Looking at it, I suddenly wanted to laugh, and felt sad again.

But that ignorant little girl hides a man in her heart.

Shen Liguang saw her worried face many times, so it turned out that she never left him.

In the diary, she would call herself a hero.

The reason for all the praises he made was because of the grace of saving his life.

Shen Liguang suddenly didn't dare to think about why she liked him.

Are you grateful?
Although he often jokingly said that the grace of saving life should be promised with his body, but he didn't like it at all.

"Brother, don't look at it." She whispered, her voice soft and hoarse.

Fu Ying wanted to escape in embarrassment.

"The literary talent is good, and the painting is also good."

Fu Ying was dying of embarrassment.

"At that time, I was too young to write and draw casually."

It's just late at night, unable to fall asleep for a long time, just writing and drawing casually. Occasionally, when I see him getting too close to a girl, I feel sour and have nowhere to say it, so I can only write it in the diary.

It just so happens that every word is too sour.

"My brother likes this diary very much."

"I..." Fu Ying's eyes suddenly became astringent, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She felt sad when she thought that she didn't even have the identity to be jealous at the beginning, she obviously didn't have it, but she seemed to be broken in love several times.

She didn't even have the courage to talk to someone.

"Brother, please return the diary to me." Fu Ying grabbed her fingers, her cheeks were swollen and hot, "Don't look at it, I'm a little embarrassed."

"It's not embarrassing, my brother likes it very much, really."

The girl was so embarrassed that she stood in front of him with her head down. Shen Liguang stretched out his hand to embrace her and found that her eyes were red.

Shen Liguang's heart softened in a mess: "What's wrong?"

Fu Ying stared straight at him without saying a word, wrapped her small arms around his neck, and suddenly leaned in and kissed him.

Shen Liguang's internal conflicts are severe, she is so close, but sometimes she is so far away.

He always knew that age was always a hurdle in his heart.

At the age of nine, when she was still a high school student, he entered the society, and he was far behind psychologically.

But he couldn't sleep at night, tossed and turned, and drove the car downstairs to her inexplicably several times, staring at her room.

During that time, he was addicted to smoking.

Why do you like your brother?
He suddenly didn't dare to ask this question.

Shen Liguang took a deep breath, and deepened the kiss instead.

The wet and hot kiss fell on her lips, nose, face, and earlobe. He said cautiously: "After giving it to brother, brother will make up for you in the future."

With red eyes, the girl huddled in his arms and nodded: "Okay."

Shen Liguang smiled helplessly: "Did you understand what I said?"

"understood."

"Huh? Really?"

"real."

Shen Liguang's eyes were bright, and his fingers lightly touched her lips: "Then take the initiative to kiss brother again."

Fu Ying hesitated for a moment, then broke free from his arms, wrapped her small hands around his neck, and approached him nervously, her eyelashes trembling all the time.

until the kiss...

"what……"

Fu Ying wanted to kiss her and run away, but the man suddenly held her down and explored deeply, as if feeling that these were not enough, he picked her up and walked to the bathroom.

lips, never leaving hers for a moment,

Fu Ying had difficulty breathing, and looked at him with blurred and red eyes. His kiss was affectionate and tender, and his lips brushed her lips and landed on her neck.

He reached out to turn on the shower, and the cold water fell on his body, and it slowly turned into warm water.

The warm colors in the bathroom shone on the two of them, and the fig leaf fell to the floor.

Fu Ying's cheeks were red, and she tried her best to get into his arms.

Shen Liguang smirked: "Which one haven't I seen?"

Fu Ying lowered her head and bit her lip.

"Look up and look at me."

He coaxed in her ear, his voice hoarse and tender, Fu Ying raised her head, and he kissed her down again.

He put her on the sink, his kisses kept falling, Fu Ying lay on his shoulder and moaned unbearably.

He was gentle and affectionate, and Fu Ying's eyes began to blur.

She had no strength in her whole body, and finally she lay on his shoulder and panted slightly.

"Brother, brother?"

Shen Liguang gently stroked her hair with his fingers, and raised his voice: "Huh?"

"a little cold."

"I'm a little hot."

Fu Ying buried her face in his shoulder: "You, your body is very hot, do you have a fever?"

"No, it's lust."

Fu Ying: "..."

"You carry me to the bedroom."

Shen Liguang lowered his eyes, glanced at her, and laughed until his chest trembled.

Fu Ying was so ashamed that she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.

"Your mouth...you owe a kiss."

Fu Ying's chin was pinched by him, and she possessed her body with another heavy kiss.

Shen Liguang gently put her back on the bed, and the little girl became confused.

"It's eight o'clock, what do you want to eat?"

Fu Ying slowed down, grabbed the quilt, wrapped herself tightly, kept only her head, and looked at him with vigilant eyes, thinking of his appearance in the bathroom just now, her heart was beating violently.

"I, I can eat anything."

Shen Liguang sat on the edge of the bed, stared at her red and swollen lips, and gently touched her lips with his fingertips: "You can't eat spicy food, or your mouth will hurt from spicy food."

Fu Ying was ashamed and angry: "Then, isn't it because of you?"

Shen Liguang smiled with a gentle voice: "Well, it's all my fault."

The little girl's wet eyes were full of resentment.

Shen Liguang couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Have a good rest, brother will cook for you."

"I, I don't need to rest."

Fu Ying tore off the quilt only to find that she was not wearing any clothes, and her cheeks were very red.

After Shen Liguang went to the kitchen, she bit her lip and put on her pajamas, then wandered around the living room.

Shen Liguang frowned, feeling that the little thing was challenging him.

"Come in and help me wash the dishes."

Unprepared, Fu Ying entered the kitchen. Just as she reached the sink, there was warmth behind her.

The man leaned against her ear, speaking softly, his breath was all around: "Are you provoking me?"

Fu Ying lowered her head and turned on the faucet: "No."

"If it wasn't because you were young..." Shen Liguang's voice became smaller and smaller, and Fu Ying's cheeks flushed after hearing this.

"I won't wash it anymore, you can do it yourself."

Seeing her escape from the kitchen, Shen Liguang couldn't help laughing.

"Aren't you coming in to help?"

"No, you can wash the vegetables yourself."

Fu Ying shrank on the sofa and found a cartoon to wash her mind.

(End of this chapter)