Ninety-first bowl of soup (2)
It was getting dark, and the library with the switch off was as quiet as if a needle had dropped to the ground. The girl's restless panting was particularly alluring in this confined space. out of water. And Mr. Song's breathing was so shallow that he held the frightened girl in his arms, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was very intriguing. "Don't be afraid, I am a person who has always been compassionate and cherishing jade."
He talked about pity and pity, but his movements were very quick. In just a few seconds, the girl had been stripped naked by him, like a tender little white fish, lying on the chopping board, letting the knife fall to his body .
She was really scared, and even forgot to ask for help. Mr. Song picked her up. Because of the extreme shame, the girl involuntarily grabbed his shirt collar, and those white and tender hands trembled pitifully, showing that the master The fear and despair in my heart, and the panic in the face of the unknown after the failure of the mission.
"Oh, why are you crying?" Mr. Song's leather shoes sounded rhythmically on the marble floor of the library, and he carried her to the door. It was dark and late in summer, so even if there was no light, her appearance remained the same. be seen clearly. "As a gentleman, when you see a woman's tears, you can't turn a blind eye."
Then the girl is kissed.
Because of the suddenness of the kiss, when the fiery man's breath lingered and filled her mouth, the girl forgot to cry, her tearful eyes widened mistyly, and the trembling teardrops on her eyelashes made her look pure and charming . Mr. Song saw that she stopped crying, and his smile deepened: "Good boy, if you keep crying, I will feel bad."
Why... why not kill her? The girl didn't know why she wasn't the only one sent to kill him. The people in front of him never went back. Why did she survive? A gust of wind blew over, and she realized her shameful situation at the moment, so she couldn't help shrinking into Mr. Song's arms. Mr. Song liked the beauty's embrace very much. He smiled and accepted her closeness, and then picked up the The trench coat on the back of the chair wrapped her up.
Although it looks very good without clothes, there will inevitably be people from here to the parking lot. It's so beautiful, it's enough for him to see it alone.
The shoes are gone, and there is only a man's coat on the whole body. The girl is nervous and scared, and her pair of thin white legs can't help shrinking. Mr. Song's hands are just under her waist and hips, and those hands are hot. Made her shudder.
He carried her to the co-pilot, and carefully fastened her seat belt. The girl thought that he would kill herself, but in fact he did nothing. Instead, he was like the most elegant and gentle gentleman, except to strip her off. Apart from kissing her again, the information he and she knew were completely different.
Passing by a supermarket on the way, Mr. Song looked at her distressedly: "I want to take you in together, but I'm afraid it's not good to dress like this?" Before he got out of the car, he kissed the girl's lips again. People are fascinated. "Obey, stay in the car and wait for me, huh?"
I don't know why, but the girl didn't dare to refute at all despite her soft tone. She made a delicate "hmm", her timid appearance was like a newly weaned kitten, extremely cute.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Song came back with two shopping bags, and then gave her a rewarding kiss: "It's very good, you are waiting for me obediently, aren't you?"
The girl hummed again.
Mr. Song's apartment is located in the central community half an hour's drive away from the library, with good greenery, a good environment and easy access. The price here is not cheap, how can a simple librarian afford it.
When he got out of the car, he hugged her, and then locked the car door with one hand. Since he had to open the back seat door to get things, Mr. Song asked the girl without shoes to stand on his instep. While holding her princess, he could also carry two big bags. He didn't change his face, as if this weight was nothing at all.
When he entered the building, the apartment manager on the first floor greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Song is back... Hey, who is this?"
She had no clothes on inside... The girl was shaking with fright.
Mr. Song replied with a hearty smile: "My little girlfriend, the high heels broke 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, and carried the girl into the elevator. There were several young women in the elevator. They were roommates who shared the apartment and had just returned from get off work and had dinner out. I am very excited to see Mr. Song at this moment, "Mr. Song is off work?"
"Yes." He smiled slightly, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"Eat, eat, we ate hot pot." The stylishly dressed women all laughed shyly. While talking to Mr. Song, they couldn't help but look at the person in his arms. They couldn't see the face, they just felt that The woman clung tightly to Mr. Song. A woman tentatively asked: "I just heard from Mr. Song that... this is... your girlfriend?"
"Exactly." Mr. Song said softly to the girl in his arms, "Little boy, say hello to the neighbors."
The girl was naturally unwilling, but the fingers holding her ambiguously hooked between her legs, and she immediately stiffened, and slowly revealed her small face from Mr. Song's arms. Because it was a lie, her face was flushed: " hello..."
it's beautiful!
If the women had other ideas before, then after seeing the girl's face, they have no idea at all! They need expensive cosmetics to achieve a seven-point appearance. If they look like this, it is no wonder that they can win Mr. Song, the flower of Gaoling.
With a ding, the ninth floor arrived. Mr. Song took the girl out of the elevator, and politely said goodbye to the women. After he left, the women sighed in unison, "There is no hope..." Mr. Song moved to the elevator. It has been here for more than a year, and there has been no one around them. They still thought that they could be close to the water, but now it's gone.
Then again, Mr. Song's girlfriend... is so beautiful, I've never seen such a beautiful person...
Like something out of a comic.
Mr. Song's home is very simple and clean. He put the girl on the sofa in the living room. She clutched the collar of the windbreaker, her eyes pleading, but she probably didn't know what she was begging 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 doesn't know.
Mr. Song told her: "I'll make dinner first, and you obediently go to take a shower and change clothes."
When he came out of the supermarket, he bought women's skirts and underwear in the adjacent clothing store, handed them to the girl at the moment, and took out a pair of rabbit slippers he just bought. The girl doesn't know what kind of 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 since he doesn't have it now, does it mean that she still has hope of living
So she took the clothes, and went into the bathroom under the leadership of Mr. Song. He also thoughtfully turned on the shower head for her, adjusted the temperature to a moderate level, looked at her small white hands clutching the collar and chuckled, "Come here."
She didn't move, so Mr. Song, who had already reached the door of the bathroom, turned back, held her palm-sized face, lowered his head and kissed her, tasted as much as he could, and then left with a smile.
After he left, the girl's hand that was holding the skirt was released.
After taking a shower and removing the dust and sweat stains from her body, the girl picked up the underwear next to her, and the size was just right... I don't know how he figured it out. Judging from his behavior of stripping her naked and kissing her at every turn when he saw her, the girl thought he would give her a sexy skirt, but after shaking it off, she found that it was normal, and the trademark had been thoughtfully cut off. Such a person... no wonder so many people admire him.
When she came out of the bedroom, she smelled the smell of food. Dinner was already set on the dining table in the open kitchen. Mr. Song happened to take off his apron. The moment he saw her, his black eyes lit up.
This look is so familiar, when she first saw him, standing in the library, that's how he looked at her.
Mr. Song is proud that his vision is not wrong. This white skirt really suits her very well. It is pure and attractive. The slim waist and buttocks are clearly outlined. The exposed skin is so white that it almost reflects light. He has never seen it before. Who has such a good skin quality, once licked and kissed, it will leave beautiful marks.
Dinner is three dishes and one soup, sweet and sour short ribs, tomato beef brisket and stir-fried water spinach. The soup is tomato egg drop soup with fresh green scallions floating on top. Mr. Song has a pair of dexterous hands, and even the arrangement of the bowls and chopsticks on the table covered with a simple checkered tablecloth looks very poetic.
The girl was indeed very hungry. If she hadn't smelled the fragrance, she would have almost forgotten that she hadn't eaten for more than ten hours.
Quiet and lovely when eating, excellent table manners, well educated, not out of order. 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 got up to clean up the dishes, and she sat on the chair uneasy. The handsome and tall man was washing the dishes with his back to her, but to her, this was the torment before his execution. Could it be that what he ate just now was a decapitated meal? What will he do with her later... It seems that he likes her very much. Could it be that if she volunteers, she can live and even leave
Does she want...to curry favor with 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, he could see her every move clearly.