He came with great glory

Chapter 151

"Well, a little bit, not seriously."

"You are so nice."

"Ah? What do you mean?"

Shen Liguang took a puff of cigarette and asked with a smile, "Does your mobile phone not have the function of making calls?"

"..." Fu Ying squeezed her phone and replied in a low voice, "Yes, I'm afraid that I'm too clingy to you and it will affect you, and I sent you a WeChat message?"

The moonlight outside the window was bright, Shen Liguang was leaning on the window sill, pinching the cigarette between his fingers, the smoke was lingering around him, his eyebrows were drooping, the broken hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his forehead, and his voice was low and smiling: "Then How many WeChat messages did you send me?"

Fu Ying subconsciously said "ah", and thought for a while: "I don't remember, but I will send you good night every day."

"And then there are more?"

Fu Ying: "Not anymore."

The phone was quiet, and he stopped talking suddenly, Fu Ying was a little flustered.

In fact, she is really clingy, but it depends on the situation.

If he's on vacation, it's fine, as long as he doesn't dislike her, she can cling to him all day long. However, he doesn't have many vacations and has a special job. Sometimes she thinks it's safer to send WeChat.

"I'm really afraid of disturbing you."

After a while, Shen Liguang heard the girl's soft voice, hoarse, like a feather brushing against her heart, tickling.

"I know."

Fu Ying whispered, "I want to cling to you too, but your profession is special."

"But I've already had two days off."

"..." Fu Ying, "But you are taking care of Auntie,"

"Don't delay answering a call."

Fu Ying lowered her eyes: "Are you angry?"

Listening to her soft voice, Shen Liguang smiled and said, "No, I suddenly feel that this is fine for you. In the future, you can be independent and won't bother me."

"Brother." His tone sounded a bit astringent, and Fu Ying was a little uneasy, and whispered, "I didn't meet you."

"I know."

"Then don't be angry."

"Not angry."

"But your tone sounds like you're angry."

"I'm angry, are you coaxing me?"

"Come on, I don't like the cold war."

"Then come and coax me."

"Ah?" Fu Ying looked at the alarm clock, it was eight o'clock in the evening, "Then are you at home?"

"It's downstairs at your house."

"You, are you downstairs?" Fu Ying immediately got out of bed and ran to the window sill to look down. He leaned on the car with a slender figure, looked up at her, tilted his head, and waved.

Fu Ying ran out with her slippers on, and smelled the faint smell of smoke on his body.

In the past, Fu Ying didn't particularly like this smell and found it pungent, but now she seems to be used to it.

"Let's go?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Okay."

The lights on the side of the road stretched the figures of the two people longer and longer. Fu Ying lowered her head and stared at his hand, and took the initiative to hold it.

"Coax me?"

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and nodded slowly: "Yes."

"It's not okay to coax like this."

There was a smile in his tone, and Fu Ying suddenly understood.

Her cheeks turned red unknowingly: "I don't want it, there are people."

"Then let's go to a place where no one is there."

He shook her hand and led her to a secluded place.

In the dead of night, the surrounding area was quiet, only the sound of the two of their footsteps, and the two shadows intertwined under the awn-colored street lamp.

Fu Ying was pressed against the wall, and her mouth was blocked before she could react. He was exploring deeply, invading every corner, and rubbing her tightly in his arms. .

"Yingying." He murmured her name in a low voice, but he never left her lips, still kissing her passionately.

His voice is soft and gentle, as if he wants to trap people.

"Huh?" Fu Ying murmured, and the slightly rising ending sound teased Shen Liguang.

He thought, now, to bully her hard.

The urge drove him crazy.

Fu Ying felt that something was wrong with him, and put her hands against him firmly: "Brother, you, don't."

He raised his eyes, and his dark pupils became deeper and deeper.

Fu Ying looked at him, suddenly a little scared.

"elder brother……"

"Um……"

His voice was hoarse.

Fu Ying sniffed her nose and said softly, "You, calm down."

"Very calm."

"Then, why did you unbutton my clothes just now?" Fu Ying's face was flushed, her eyes were shining under the streetlight, she looked at him pitifully, her words seemed to be accusing.

"I..." Shen Liguang lowered his eyes and helped her unbutton another button, "It's your fault."

Fu Ying frowned.

"Every time I see you, I feel the urge."

"...This is your problem, you, you are too rascal." Fu Ying looked away, "You were not like this before."

"Yes."

"Obviously not, I think you used to be very cold, as if, you seemed to have no worldly desires."

Shen Liguang smiled: "I often watch popular French dramas."

Fu Ying moved her body and struggled out of his arms.

"I am going home."

Shen Liguang pulled her: "Sit with me in the car for a while."

"I'll just be with you for a while."

"Well, just for a while."

Fu Ying regretted it when she got in the car.

The man approached, making the air around her thin, and his kisses fell down densely, as if they were about to be rubbed into her body. There was a strange feeling in Fu Ying's mouth, and it became difficult to breathe. Fu Ying began to feel guilty. confused.

The person in front of her eyes became blurred, only his hoarse, hot, and ambiguous voice was in his ears, calling her name over and over again, as if he was bewitching her.

Fu Ying stretched out her hand to push him, her eyes were red: "No, brother...don't kiss me..."

Fu Ying's strength was no match for him, and in the end her body was limp as mud and curled up in his arms, panting heavily, her face was flushed, the atmosphere in the car was ambiguous and sultry, and the temperature was rising.

The man leaned against her ear and asked with a smirk, "How did you feel just now?"

Fu Ying was embarrassed, unable to speak, she was too ashamed and indignant: "I, I want to go home."

Shen Liguang smiled: "Well, go back later."

She was disheveled, but his clothes were neat.

Fu Ying was so ashamed that she leaned against him and buried her face in his arms.

"Brother, you, you are too much."

The man smiled badly, leaned close to her and said, "There are worse ones, you will know sooner or later."

Thinking of just now, Fu Ying's cheeks became hot.

"You, don't you hate it?"

Shen Liguang buttoned her clothes for her.

"I don't dislike every part of your body."

Fu Ying bit her lip, opened the car door and ran home.

Especially embarrassed, fled.

Shen Liguang laughed so hard that he lit a cigarette and finished smoking before going home.

Fu Ying hugged the quilt and buried her blushing face inside. The feeling just now was really hard to describe.

How could he do this.

Fu Ying felt her body was very hot, she got up and turned on the air conditioner, and when she got back to bed, her phone turned on, and the person sent a sentence: Good night, my firefly.

Fu Ying didn't want to reply at first, so she was more honest.

Then he replied in seconds, a voice with an obvious smile, he said: "Next time, it will be you."

　It's Qixi Festival, I hope you are like me, lonely and widowed
　　
　
(End of this chapter)