Ba Ai Mou Qing

She Qing was sitting on the empty sofa, constantly watching the watch on her hand. In fact, she went out of Feng Jincheng, and she began to feel uneasy. She was very regretful.

After Feng Jincheng left, Aunt Wang came. It wasn't long before they got married. Aunt Wang came to help cook and clean up the room. The person was very hardworking and didn't speak much. He was a very good person. I didn't stay here, and I didn't make a fuss when I saw Tong Qing, so I said a few words of politeness and went into the kitchen to cook.

Let the pouting Feng Jincheng be used to this day. Aunt Wang's craftsmanship is quite good, the color and fragrance are all, and the two dishes and the soup are the ones that Qing Qing usually likes. I ca n’t eat it. I can eat in such a big house by myself.

In the afternoon, Xi Qing took her luggage to the guest room and hung all the clothes she brought. The large wardrobe hung her clothes. It was too empty and looked a bit shabby, just like between her and Feng Jincheng. Out of place.

Wu Qing made a circle upstairs, which is very different from the memory, especially in the solarium. The cold-colored decoration was removed, and a goose yellow striped wallpaper was used. It looks very warm. Unfortunately, it is snowing outside. When the sun is shining, it is so comfortable to sit here for a while while harmonizing the warm sunshine.

Tong Qingli looked out in front of the glass curtain, and found that even if there was no sunlight, the fine snow drifted down at this time, there was an amazing beauty. The fine snow melted on the glass curtain, leaving one The water particles gradually condense into a line and slide down, one by one, the temperature difference between the inside and the outside, making the distant mountain view as if invisible in the mist, but showing a hazy beauty.

She Qing sat in Nikko for an afternoon and didn't eat much at night. After twelve o'clock, she didn't feel sleepy. No matter what she said in her mouth, she still remembered the man uncontrollably.

In fact, with Qing Qing's understanding of Feng Jincheng, naturally nothing will happen. At this time, you ca n’t be sure where you are happy ... When Qing Qing's idea came up, she could feel the sourness herself. Taste, you can't help shaking your head and wry a smile, and you can't help but start asking yourself: Aren't you rejecting others? He also said in his mouth that he should be a spouse for the sake of the child. At this time, I thought that some of them were not good, wasn't it too arrogant?

There was a car ringing outside, interrupting Qing Qing's entanglement. She stood up for a moment, and stood up just to see the outside door opened, and recognized the people coming in from the outside.

In the living room, the lights were brilliant. As soon as Ye Chi opened the door with Feng Jincheng's key, he saw the blue in front of the sofa through the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. It didn't change much as he remembered it. At least he looked the same. I do n’t understand how such a pretty honest woman can make the fox known as a cunning ...

The nickname of Feng Fox was previously given to Jincheng by Zuo Hong. It was very loud for a while. They all felt that it was so appropriate. Jincheng, this guy, do n’t look a little bit outside. But my heart is dark, and the work done is very shameful. Don't recruit him, you really can't resist him.

Ye Chi frowned slightly, and the little woman who came to open the door couldn't wait to give her a few words of advice. It was almost impossible. The tormenting fox revealed the prototype. The first unlucky fox was her. But think about it. He is also a couple, how can he say that he is a buddy and cannot be closely followed, but he can push it.

Tong Qing was obviously a little cramped. Facing Ye Chi, she didn't know how to deal with it for a while, but Ye Chi didn't give a polite greeting to her, and said directly: "Jincheng has drunk too much. Come out and help me get him in ..."

He was sullen, and went out with Ye Chi. As soon as he went out, he saw Feng Jincheng leaning on the co-driver's seat. The glass of the window was a little damp and humid, making his outline a little fuzzy, but he could see clearly. Eyebrows, because his handsome face was almost on the glass, his eyes narrowed slightly, his brows were tightly wrinkled and unstretched, as if his heart was pressed with heavy thoughts, his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his lips became more fleshy. Thin and light.

Men with thin lips are ruthless. I do n’t know who said it. If this is the case, Feng Jincheng will be the most ruthless one in the world, but it is the man she loved for ten years and still cannot help.

Ye Chi pulled the door of the car and dragged Feng Jincheng into a tow. It was very boring. He pushed directly to Xi Qing, who was in a hurry to help him. Ye Chi was already on the bus, so he said, take good care of him. , The movement ran quickly.

Wu Qing couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, but everyone was gone, and she couldn't call back anymore. She could only help Feng Jincheng walk inside. Fortunately, Feng Jincheng was drunk, but she was still a little conscious. At least you can move under your feet, otherwise, Qing Qing's small body can't support Feng Jincheng at all.

I entered the gate, and I had to cross the stone road in the small garden to enter the house. The stone road is a bit meandering and is usually quite artistic. Driving a drunk man is really a difficult test, especially a half. This drunk man Suddenly awake, when she started twisting and not cooperating, Wu Qing couldn't wait for a stick in her hand and knocked him into the incident.

Moreover, Xi Qing knew for the first time that drunk Feng Jincheng was like this. She was referring to Xi drunk. In the past, Jin Cheng had a lot of entertainment, and drinking was a common occurrence. I feel very scary, Chinese, Western, red, white, mixed with drinking, I haven't seen anyone drinking too high, especially Feng Jincheng, many times, it is slightly sloppy.

Wei Jin's Feng Jincheng is very sexy. What do other men look like? Tong Qing is not very clear, but when Feng Jincheng is slightly stunned, he will become more likely to do that business than usual, and will play protracted battles. Generally, the pro / drama will be extended indefinitely. Only then will he really get into the subject.

Moreover, I can say some more lingering love words, the usual Feng Jincheng also likes to do, but the words are very few, and the cymbals are silent. Often at that time, there will only be two people in the room with the same frequency but with different gasps. There is no other communication with the sound of some necessary physical friction, pure flesh / desire.

Sometimes Qing Qing feels that she and Feng Jincheng are like two of the most primitive animals. It is undeniable that they are in tacit understanding on the bed, but their physical understanding does not mean everything. People are not animals after all. She is a slender and sensitive woman. She loves She was even more eager to be loved. At one point, she even thought that Feng Jincheng fell in love with her. The feeling was so real and credible, but it was only her illusion.

Yun Qing shook her head. What was she thinking about? She should consider Feng Jincheng in front of her. What should I do? Feng Jincheng took a few steps and would not leave. He sat on the rockery beside him and fixed his eyes on Qing Qing for a while. His eyes looked very clear, if not for his thick body. Alcohol, Wu Qing did not believe that he drank too much.

The fact is that he did drink too much, and he was very drunk. Although Feng Jincheng's eyes were clear, he was already confused, and he couldn't tell the difference between today and evening, and he liked talking most after he was drunk. I can say those non-humane words in my heart, but I still live here, and I have n’t had a few times when I ’m really drunk. Fortunately, I have taught his mother-in-law, except Hu Jun. So far Qing is the second.

He Qing looked a little hairy, and felt that his goosebumps had a layer, because his eyes fixed on her, and suddenly changed after a while, it seemed quite clear, but he was getting gentler. This kind of tenderness, Tong Qing felt, could drip water.

She had never seen such a Jincheng city before, and she really couldn't figure it out. She reached out and pulled his arm, and urged in her mouth, "It's cold outside and it's still snowing. Come in!"

Her hand didn't move Feng Jincheng at all, but Feng Jincheng pulled it a little harder and pulled him into his arms. Before Qing Qing had time to struggle, the wine fragrance had penetrated the lips, teeth, nose ...

His kiss was not fierce or irritable, it was gentle, and he had a taste of carelessness, with thin lips sticking to her lips, rolling, honing ... After grinding for a few times, he would leave for a moment, take a look She responded, and continued to paste it ... the teeth gently bit her lips, a moment ...

In fact, what women fear most is not violence, but gentleness. Gentleness is like a diamond cutting knife. Any hard diamond, in front of it, will eventually be polished and cut into different shapes, especially this gentle cutting knife. Hold in the hands of the one you love, and if you can resist, you are a true saint.

And Qing Qing is obviously not a saint. She is a little woman who is immersed in love and hatred and sorrow in the ordinary world. Therefore, Feng Jincheng's gentle knife offering can be imagined for its lethality ...

Wu Qing was completely bewildered by the long and gentle kiss of Feng Jincheng. When he stood up and held by Feng Jincheng, he hadn't returned to God. Although the foot of Feng Jincheng was shivering, his actions were abnormal. Quickly, the two moved into the house, but it was just a moment ...

After entering the room, Feng Jincheng's tenderness became action, and Feng Qing's clothes were pulled apart by Feng Jincheng at an incredible speed and thrown aside ...

When he pressed her on the carpet, Wu Qing only returned a little bit to God. Before she could push him away, she was stunned by the words spit out in Feng Jincheng's mouth: "Daughter, I love you ..."

What will happen next to Feng Jincheng? Wu Qing didn't hear it clearly, and the 剩下 character was left in her mind. The kind of things that rolled out from the bottom of her heart surged up and drowned all the consciousness of Wu Qing ...