Ninety-first bowl of soup (3)
In the end, the girl sat on the chair without moving.
After handling the dishes and chopsticks, Mr. Song washed his hands again, randomly took out a piece of tissue to wipe off the water stains on his hands, and then came to her, and before she could react, he hugged her horizontally again, passing through the bend of her legs, The skirt jumped up, revealing her white and tender thighs. The girl wanted to grab her, but she had already been put on the bed in the bedroom.
It was the worst situation she had ever thought of before, but if she could save a lifeline like this...
But just when she closed her eyes and was about to let the mermaid go, Mr. Song just leaned over and put one hand on her side, and their breaths were intertwined. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to look at him, her eyelashes trembled slightly, like Butterfly wings.
"How old?"
"… twenty one."
"From where?"
"Linhai City."
"What is your name?"
"clear… "
When she was about to answer the third question, Mr. Song tapped her lips: "Forget it, no matter what you were called before, you will be called Xiaoguai from now on."
She widened her eyes, the mist was so lovely.
"Do you know why I stripped you naked?"
Qing Huan shook her head.
"Because you're wearing something that makes me uncomfortable." Mr. Song unzipped her skirt, and those magical hands were also very clever when taking off a woman's clothes. "I don't really want other people to know about my living here."
She had a miniature video camera and a bug on her body. I don't know how he found out. Qing Huan trembled under him, and Mr. Song sighed softly: "But I still missed a little 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 the one I sent you this time." It's really hard for those people to find his ideal type, which is exactly the same, so why would he be willing to kill her? "So no matter what your name was or who you were, from now on, you are my woman, and you can no longer think about anything from the past, understand?"
She didn't understand, and she was unwilling: "I..."
"Hush." Mr. Song kissed her soft lips, sucked and licked her with the tip of his tongue, put one hand on her ear, and bent her legs with the other. The thin fabric left her delicate lower body, and the skirt on her body remained unchanged except that the zipper was unzipped, but there was nothing inside. "You will stay with me in the future, and we will live together."
He once had a dream. In the dream, there was a woman whose face could not be seen clearly. She was so charming and pitiful. This was probably the feeling, so he didn't like any woman. It's a pity that the goddess in the dream was just an illusion, and he never expected it to come true. One day, his world-weary heart gradually came alive. It’s as if a flower lover got a precious peony seed, and wanted to use the most fertile soil and the most nutritious fertilizer to cultivate her. From spitting out young leaves to growing flower buds, to the delicate and beautiful blooming, everything belongs to him only. one person.
Qing Huan turned into a ball of water trembling in his arms.
…
Mr. Song's original name was Song Ni.
This was when he was the happiest, he told her in her ear, his voice was not as clear as usual, it was hoarse and lustful, but it was gentle and peaceful from beginning to end. Even though she was crying in his arms, he held her tightly yet gently, as if to force her to open herself up to accept him, and from then on, give herself to him, and be completely possessed by him. She was crying and trembling in his arms, fearful and restless, but none of this mattered, 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 Ni woke up first, refreshed and energetic. He has a single day off every week and doesn't have to go to work on Sunday, so he stays at home all day. Now the big bed is messy, only the girl who is snuggling on his chest and breathing evenly from her small mouth makes him yearn for it.
No, not a girl anymore, he made her a woman last night.
Song Yan didn't care about his woman's past, nor her background, nor was she interested in why she came to kill him. What he wanted was the future, and everything could be discussed in the long run. It's not the first time someone has come to kill him. A person like him is very dangerous wherever he goes, and he will never have a stable time in his life. From a certain point of view, being his woman is also quite miserable. Because if you follow him, you are doomed to have no stability, you are doomed to wander all your life, and you are even doomed not to have children in your life.
But also very happy. Because this handsome and unfathomable man will dedicate all his love and loyalty to her.
When Qing Huan woke up, Song Yan found out, 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 memories of last night flooded in like a flood, and she didn't want to admit that it was her. . Song Yan squeezed her tender waist with his hand, and asked her: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
She refused to answer this kind of question, so Song Yan just laughed, she fell asleep last night, and he had washed her clean. It's not that he forgot to buy pajamas, but he didn't buy them on purpose, because he thought she would look better in his shirt.
Sure enough, the legs under the shirt were thin and straight, and they were as soft as if they had no bones. They were extremely beautiful.
Song Ni is very good-looking, which can be seen from so many women who are infatuated with him. Even if he is always cold and calm and does not invite people to approach him, it is still difficult to stop people who are obsessed with this face. He reached out and touched the gold-rimmed glasses on the bedside to put them on, and hid his sharp black eyes behind the lenses - if he looked at her like this, she wouldn't be so nervous, right? It's really cute, it hurts so much, timidly like a milk cat, waving its tender little paws in the face of danger, but unfortunately it can't scratch anyone at all.
He held Qing Huan's hand in the palm of his hand and played with it. It was as tender as a green onion. When it was flattened, there was a shallow dimple on the back of the hand. The nails were neatly cut. Therefore, even though it hurt last night, the hand was thick and firm under his care. After scratching his back so many times, there was no scar left.
Song Yan kissed Qing Huan's hand, bit her delicate fingertips, and gnawed with her canine teeth. Because of the pain, she flinched a little, but didn't dare to pull it away. Song Yan sat up and hugged her to his lap, the button of his shirt was unbuttoned, and the suet-like skin on his chest made his eyes darken.
What a treasure.
He likes it so much, the goddess who only appears in dreams will one day appear in front of him as a real person, take pleasure in him, and become his woman, what could be more gratifying than this? Originally, Song Yan thought that he could only live alone in this life.
"Don't be afraid of me, darling." He squeezed Qing Huan's hand and kissed, "I won't hurt you."
She looked at him timidly, his handsome face was always smiling, gentle and tender, reminding her that he was breathing in her ear like this last night, this man is so good-looking, no one would be willing to be angry with him. But she was not used to sitting on someone's lap, so she tried to struggle a bit, but Song Yan hugged her even tighter, and after getting close to each other's bodies, Qing Huan didn't dare to move anymore, her long hair curled playfully on her shoulders , the eyes in the early morning are shining like cat pupils.
He is Song Yi's ideal type.
Originally, something that shouldn't exist in this world appeared in front of him, so it's no wonder he let it go.
Song Ni has extreme self-confidence. His ability and strength make him not care about any obstacles. No matter what is between him and his woman, he will eradicate it. It doesn't matter even if she doesn't want to tell him, there is no information in this world that can be hidden from him. "You have to believe me, I like you so much, can't you feel it?" He bit Qing Huan's earlobe, she trembled for this, then looked at him and bit her lips.
Mr. Song looked very distressed, the lips that could only be kissed by him were now bitten white, so he leaned forward to kiss her softly, and told her gently: "I don't care who sent you, I want to kill you. I have too many people, but who do you think has succeeded? You are so stupid, and your skills are unfamiliar, and the person who sent you just wanted you to die. But tell me why, and I will help you."
His strength is beyond doubt.
Instead of seeking skin with a tiger, trusting Song Ni desperately is actually the best choice. At least through last night, Qing Huan was able to confirm that Mr. Song was very obsessed with her body, but in comparison, she was worthless in front of those people.
"younger brother… "
"Um?"
"Save my brother..." She was kissed by him, but tears fell down, so they exchanged this tearful kiss with each other. Song Yan gently patted Qing Huan on the back, listening to her sobbing and telling herself to the end what happened.
In fact, she didn't know anything at all. I don't know who Song Ni is, I don't know who Song Ni is, and I have never seen him. But one day, someone suddenly appeared in front of her and asked her to kill someone, and the price was arbitrary. Of course Qing Huan would not agree, so those people kidnapped her younger brother, her only family member. After the death of her parents in a car accident, the two of them depended on each other for life. She would do anything for her younger brother.
But even so, killing someone is something that the pure-hearted Qing Huan never thought about. She went to Haibin City according to the address given by those people, found the library, hid a knife in her bag and wanted to kill Song Yan, but her attack seemed childish and ridiculous to him, not to mention killing him, even cutting him. Apples are too blunt.
Song Yan listened to her calmly, sighed, and went up to kiss her: "Stop crying for such a trivial matter, it's very contemptuous to let your own woman cry."
Qing Huan sniffed, and her eyes became more beautiful after crying. This stunning beauty is surprising. Song Yan finally understood why so many women stared at him and couldn't take their eyes off him, because he was the same in front of Qing Huan I'm fascinated by her.