Ninety-first bowl of soup (2)

The sky is getting dark, and the library with the switch off is quiet as if a needle has fallen to the ground and it is clearly audible. The girl's uneasy breathing is particularly seductive in this confined space, her breath is blue, and tenderly pinched. Water out. And Mr. Song's breathing was almost non-existent. He held the soft and frightened girl in his arms, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was very intriguing. "Don't be afraid, I am a person who has always been pitying and cherishing jade."

He said Lianxiangxiyu, but the action at hand was very quick, almost in a few seconds. The girl had been stripped completely by him, like a tender white fish, lying on the chopping board, letting the knife fall to her body. .

She was really scared. She even forgot to make the cry for help. Mr. Song picked her up. Because of the extreme shame, the girl could not help but grasped his shirt collar tightly. Those white tender little hands trembled pitifully, showing the master. The fear and despair in my heart, as well as the panic in the face of unknown mission failure.

"Ah, why did you cry?" Mr. Song's leather shoes sounded rhythmically on the marble floor of the library, holding her to the door, and it was dark in summer, so even if there was no light, her appearance was still Be seen clearly. "As a gentleman, you can't ignore the tears of a woman."

Then the girl was kissed.

Because of the sudden kiss, when the hot man's breath lingered in her mouth, the girl forgot to cry, and her teary eyes widened misty, and the trembling teardrops on her eyelashes made her look pure and charming. . Seeing that she stopped crying, Mr. Song's smile deepened: "Hey, if you always shed tears, I will feel distressed."

Why... why didn't you kill her? The girl is unknown, so she was not the only one sent to kill him. The people in front of him have never returned. Why did she survive? A gust of wind blew over, and she realized that she was ashamed at the moment, and she couldn't help but retracted into Mr. Song’s arms. Mr. Song liked the beauty of the beauty very much. He laughed at her closeness, and then picked it up and let it go. The windbreaker jacket on the back of the chair wrapped her up.

Although it looks pretty undressed, it is inevitable that there will be people from here to the parking lot. It's so good-looking, it's enough for him to watch it alone.

The shoes were gone, and there was only a man’s coat all over her body. The girl was nervous and frightened, and her thin white calves could not help but curl up. Mr. Song’s hands were under her waist and hips, and those hands were hot. Make her tremble all over.

He took her to the co-pilot and carefully fastened her seat belt. The girl thought he would kill herself, but in fact he did nothing, but like the most elegant and gentle gentleman, except for stripping her. Apart from kissing her again, the information he knew was completely different from her.

Passing a supermarket on the road, Mr. Song looked at her annoyedly: "I want to take you in with me, but I’m afraid it’s not good to dress like this?" He kissed the girl’s lips again before getting out of the car, which was soft and tender. People are drunk. "Be obedient, stay in the car and wait for me, huh?"

For some reason, it was a very soft tone, but the girl didn't dare to refute it at all. She uttered a tender, timid look like a newly weaned cat, very cute.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Song came back with two shopping bags, and then gave her a rewarding kiss: "Very good, you are waiting for me, right?"

The girl hummed again.

Mr. Song’s apartment is located in the central community half an hour’s drive from the library, with good greenery, a good environment and easy access to all areas. The prices here are not cheap, how can a simple librarian afford it.

When he got out of the car, he hugged her and locked the door with one hand. Since he had to open the door of the back seat to take things, Mr. Song asked the girl without shoes to stand on the back of his instep. While holding her princess, he could carry two big bags. It doesn't change its color, as if this weight is nothing at all.

When entering the building, the apartment manager on the first floor greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Song is back...Huh, is this?"

She didn't wear any clothes inside... The girl was shaking with fright.

Mr. Song responded with a hearty smile: "My little girlfriend, I broke my high heels on the road."

"Oh~" The uncle showed an expression that I understand, "Mr. Song really loves his girlfriend."

Mr. Song said goodbye to him politely, holding the girl into the elevator. There are a few young women in the elevator. They are roommates who rent together. They just came back from get off work after eating outside. I was very excited to see Mr. Song at the moment, "Mr. Song is off work?"

"Yes." He smiled slightly. "Have you eaten dinner?"

"I ate and ate, the hot pot we ate." The stylishly dressed women all smiled embarrassedly. While talking to Mr. Song, they couldn't help looking at the person in his arms. They couldn't see the face, they just felt that. The woman pressed against Mr. Song tightly. A woman tentatively asked, "I heard Mr. Song just now...Is this... a girlfriend?"

"Exactly." Mr. Song said gently to the girl in his arms, "Little boy, say hello to a few neighbors."

The girl was naturally unwilling, but she hugged her fingers ambiguously between her legs. She immediately stiffened and slowly revealed her small face from Mr. Song's arms. Because she was lying, her face flushed: " Hello..."

it's beautiful!

If the women had other thoughts before, then after seeing the girl's face, they lost all thoughts! They need expensive cosmetics to achieve a seven-point appearance. People who have a full face are full marks. If they grow up like this, it is no wonder that they can win Mr. Song, the flower of Gaoling.

With a ding sound, the ninth floor arrived. Mr. Song took the girl out of the elevator and said goodbye to the women politely. After he left, the women sighed in unison, "There is no hope..." Mr. Song moved. It has been more than a year here, and there has been no one around. They still think about being able to get close to the water tower, but now they are out of play.

Then again, Mr. Song’s girlfriend... is so beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful person...

It's like coming out of the comics.

Mr. Song's house is very simple and clean. He put the **** the sofa in the living room. She gripped the collar of the windbreaker tightly, with pleading eyes, but she probably didn't know what she was pleading for. The weak have a keen sixth sense when facing the strong. What changes this man will bring to her life, even the girl herself does not know.

Mr. Song told her: "I'm going to cook dinner first, and you obediently take a bath and change clothes."

When he went out of the supermarket, he bought women's skirts and underwear in a clothing store next door, and handed them to the girl at the moment, and he also took out a pair of rabbit slippers that he had just bought. The girl doesn't know what medicine he sells in the gourd, but now she can only listen to him. If she wanted to kill her, she would have done it long ago, right? But now that he doesn't have one, does it mean that she still has hope of living?

So she took over the clothes and went into the bathroom under the leadership of Mr. Song. He also intimately opened the shower head for her, adjusted the temperature to a moderate temperature, and chuckled as she watched her small white hands clutching the collar, "Come here."

She didn't move, so Mr. Song, who had reached the bathroom door, turned back again, held up her slap-sized face, bowed his head and kissed it, savoring everything he could, and then left with a smile.

When he was gone, the girl grasped the skirt of the dress before letting go.

After taking a shower, she got rid of all the dust and sweat, and the girl picked up the underwear beside her. The size turned out to be just right... I don't know how he figured it out. Judging from his behavior of stripping her naked and kissing her when he saw her, the girl thought he would give her a **** dress, but she found that it was normal after shaking it open, and the trademark had been thoughtfully cut off. Such a person... No wonder there are so many people admiring it.

When she got out of the bedroom, she smelled the scent of food. Dinner was set on the open kitchen table. Mr. Song just took off his apron. The moment she saw her, his black eyes lit up.

This look is so familiar. When she first saw him, she was standing in the library. He looked at her like this.

Mr. Song is proud that his vision is correct. This white dress is really suitable for her. It is pure and attractive. The outline of the slender waist and hips is clearly visible. The exposed skin is almost white and reflective. He has never seen it. Who has such a good skin, once licked and kissed, it will leave very beautiful marks.

Dinner is three dishes and one soup, sweet and sour short ribs, tomato sirloin and stir-fried water spinach. The soup is tomato egg drop soup with fresh green onions floating on it. Mr. Song has a pair of skillful hands. On the table covered with simple checkered tablecloths, even the arrangement of the dishes and chopsticks is very poetic.

The girl is indeed hungry. If it weren't for the smell, she would have forgotten that she hadn't eaten for more than ten hours.

When eating is quiet and cute, the table manners are excellent, I can see that the tutor is very good, not a desperate. When did those people change their tactics and find such an immature girl to kill him? She couldn't even touch him with a finger.

The girl was full after eating two small bowls of rice. Mr. Song voluntarily got up to clean up the dishes, she sat in a chair nervously. The handsome and tall man was washing the dishes with his back to her, but for her, this was simply the torment before the execution. Could it be that what he had just eaten was decapitation? What will he do with her later... It seems that he seems to like her very much. Wouldn't she be able to live or even leave if she voluntarily dedicates her life?

Would she... to please him? But... the girl lowered her head and clenched her hands into fists.

What she didn't know was that even though Mr. Song had his back to her, she knew everything she did.