91st bowl of soup (3)

In the end, the girl sat in the chair and did not move.

After Mr. Song finished handling the dishes and chopsticks, he washed his hands again, took out a piece of tissue paper to dry the water stains on his hands, and then came to her, before she could react, he hugged her sideways and crossed her legs. The skirt went up, revealing white and tender thighs. The girl tried to grab her, but she was already placed on the bed in the bedroom.

It was the worst case she had thought about before, but if it could be exchanged for a ray of life...

But just when she closed her eyes and prepared to take mermaid meat, Mr. Song just covered her, leaning on her side with one hand, each other's breath intertwined, she was nervously afraid to look at him, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if Butterfly wings.

"How old?"

"……twenty one."

"Where do you come from?"

"Linhai City."

"What is your name?"

"clear……"

When she was about to answer the third question, Mr. Song's finger tapped her lips: "No matter what your name was before, you will be called Xiaoguai from now on."

She opened her eyes wide, and she was so lovely.

"Do you know why I stripped you naked?"

Qing Huan shook her head.

"Because you are carrying something that makes me uncomfortable." Mr. Song opened the zipper of her skirt, and those magical hands appeared clever when **** a woman. "I don't really want other people to know about the things I live here."

She carried a miniature camera and a bug on her body. I don't know how he discovered it. Qing Huan shook under him, and Mr. Song sighed slightly: "But I still missed a bit, do you know what it is?"

The voice is gentle, as if speaking to a lover.

Qing Huan still shook her head.

"That is, I really like you this time." It's really hard for those people to find his ideal type, exactly the same, so how can he be willing to kill her? "So no matter what you were called before, who you are, from now on, you are my woman, and you can't think about anything in the past, understand?"

She didn't understand and didn't want to: "I..."

"Hush." ​​Mr. Song kissed her soft lips softly, and after holding it, he used the tip of his tongue to depict sucking and licking, with one hand resting on her ear and the other bending her legs. The thin fabric left the delicate lower body. The skirt on her body remained unchanged except for the zipper being unzipped, but there was nothing inside. "From now on, you will stay with me and we will live together."

He once had a dream. There was a woman in the dream who couldn't see her face. She was charming and pitying. It was probably this kind of feeling. Therefore, he didn't like any woman. It's a pity that the goddess in this dream was just vain, and she never expected it to come true. One day, let his world-weary heart gradually come to life. It's like someone who loves flowers has got a precious peony flower and wants to use the most fertile soil and the most nutritious fertilizer to grow her. From spitting out tender leaves to growing flower buds, and then to blooming, all belong to him. one person.

Qinghuan shivered and turned into a ball of water in his arms.

...

Mr. Song was originally called Song Yi.

This was when he was happiest, he told her in her ear that the voice was not as clear as usual, with hoarseness and lust, but it was gentle and peaceful from beginning to end. Even if she cried in his arms, she gently and firmly embraced her tightly, as if to force her to open herself to accept him, and from then on to give herself to him, completely occupied by him. She cried and trembled in his arms, fearful and uneasy, but none of this was important. He wanted her to abandon the past and become his woman.

Because of the thick floor-to-ceiling windows, even if the sun came out, it didn't shine in. Song Qian wakes up first, refreshed and full of energy. He takes a single day off every week and does not have to go to work on Sundays, so he stays at home all day. Now the big bed is in a mess, only the girl who is snuggling on his chest and spitting out even breathing from her small mouth makes him feel nostalgic.

No, it's not a girl anymore, he made her a woman last night.

Song Yi didn't care about her woman's past or her background, and was even less interested in why she came to kill him. What he wanted was the future, and everything could be considered in the long term. It's not the first time someone has come to kill him. People like him are dangerous everywhere, and there will never be a stable time in their lives. From a certain perspective, being his woman is also very miserable. Because following him, he is destined to be insecure, destined to wander for a lifetime, and even destined to have no children.

But at the same time it will be very happy. Because this handsome and unfathomable man will give her all his love and loyalty.

When Qinghuan woke up, Song Yi noticed it, so she hugged her tightly, and the two people under the quilt were close to each other. She felt embarrassed and at a loss. The memory of last night was like a flood, which made her not want to admit that it was also herself. . Song Yi squeezed her tender waist and asked her, "Is it uncomfortable?"

She refused to answer this kind of question, so Song Qian laughed. She went to bed last night and he had washed her clean. He didn't forget to buy the pajamas, but deliberately didn't buy it, because he thought she would look better in his shirt.

Sure enough, the legs under the shirt were thin and straight, and they were soft as if they had no bones. They were so beautiful.

Song Yi looks very good-looking, which can be seen from so many women who are obsessed with him. Even if he is always deserted and does not call people close, it is difficult to stop people who are obsessed because of this face. He stretched out his hand and put on the gold glasses on the head of the bed, and hid his sharp black eyes behind the lenses-looking at her like this, she wouldn't be so nervous, right? It's so lovely and painful, timidly like a milk cat, waving her soft paws in the face of danger, but it's a pity that she can't scratch people at all.

Qinghuan’s hand was held in his palm and played with it. It was as delicate as a green onion. When it was flat, there were shallow small meat pockets on the back of the hand. The nails were neatly cut, so although he hurt last night, his hand was thick and strong. After scratching his back so much, there were no scars left.

Song Yi kissed Qinghuan's hand, bit her delicate fingertips, and bit her with canine teeth. Because of some pain, she shrank a little, but did not dare to withdraw. Song Yi sat up and hugged her to her lap. His shirt was unbuttoned, and the skin of suet on his chest made his eyes darker.

What a treasure.

He liked it so much, the goddess who only appeared in dreams, one day turned into a real person and appeared in front of him, under him, and became his woman. What could be more joyful than this? Originally, Song Yi thought that he would only be alone in this life.

"Don't be afraid of me, little boy." He squeezed Qing Huan's hand, "I won't hurt you."

She looked at him timidly, her handsome face always smiling and gentle, reminding her to think that he was breathing in her ear like this last night. This man is so good-looking that no one would be willing to be angry with him. But she was not used to sitting on people’s laps, so she tried to struggle, and as a result, Song Yi hugged tighter. After getting close, her body became clear. Qinghuan didn’t dare to move anymore, her long hair curled up playfully on her shoulders. , The eyes in the morning are shining like cat pupils.

It is Song Qian's ideal type.

Originally, this world shouldn't exist, but it appeared in front of him, so it was strange that he would let go.

Song Yi has supreme self-confidence. His ability and strength make him not care about any obstacles, no matter what is blocking him and his woman, he will get rid of it. It doesn't matter if she doesn't want to tell him, there is no information in this world that can be concealed from him. "You have to believe me, I like you so much, don't you feel it?" He bit Qinghuan's earlobe, she trembled about it, and then looked at him, biting her lip.

Mr. Song looked very distressed, and the lips that he could only kissed were now bitten and turned white, so he leaned forward to kiss her softly, and gently told her: "I don't care who you sent it. I want to kill. I have too many people, but who do you think succeeded? You are so stupid and unfamiliar. The person who sent you just missed you to die. But tell me why and I will help you."

His strength is beyond doubt.

Instead of looking for a skin with a tiger, trusting Song Qian desperately is actually the best choice. At least last night, Qing Huan was able to determine that Mr. Song was very obsessed with her body, and in comparison, she was no longer worthwhile in front of those people.

"younger brother……"

"Ok?"

"Save my brother..." She was kissed by him, but tears fell, so they exchanged this tearful kiss with each other. Song Qian gently patted Qinghuan's back, listening to her telling herself with a gasp. In the end what happened.

In fact, she didn't know anything at all. I don't know who Song Qian is, I don't know who Song Qian is, and I've never seen him before. But one day, someone suddenly appeared in front of her and asked her to kill someone at whatever price she wanted. Of course Qinghuan would not agree, so those people kidnapped her brother, her only relative. After their parents died in a car accident, the two of them depended on each other, and she could do everything for her brother.

But even so, killing is something that Qinghuan with a pure temperament has never thought of. She went to Haibin City according to the address given by those people and found the library. She hid a knife in her bag and wanted to kill Song Qian, but her attack seemed naive and ridiculous to him. Apples are too dull.

Song Yao calmly listened to her, sighed, and went up to kiss her: "It's such a small matter, don't cry. It is very contemptuous to make your own woman shed tears."

Qinghuan sniffed, and her eyes became more beautiful after crying. This stunning look was surprising. Song Qian finally understood why so many women stared at him and couldn't look away, because he was like this in front of Qinghuan. He was fascinated by her.