All the changes were unexpected.
Xiang Huai didn't give her much space, he was like... himself, determined the goals and tasks, he would make big strides and move forward without hesitation.
The problem is... This is not like a job or a task. What he wants, should he ask her first
After all, she is also a "participant"!
It is really difficult for Huai to communicate, at least in Song Yunshan's eyes.
That's right, he is a very straight-forward person; in fact, Xiang Huai is the person she has ever met, who is the best at planning, who is the best at following plans, and has the strongest willpower.
In business, he can simulate the vision in his mind, formulate unbelievably detailed short, medium and long-range plans, and then supervise and execute them one by one.
And this attitude extends to life.
For example, every evening, he would regularly call the library where Song Yunshan worked to ask her what she was going to do at night.
doing what? I did not do anything! Go home to rest, eat something, take a shower, watch TV…
"I have a meeting after seven o'clock. You can have something to eat after get off work and have dinner together when I get home. Also, the cabinets in the study should be finished today, you can see if there is any problem. If you keep it for you, you can put it next to the TV cabinet, and you can watch the programs I drew for you..." He explained in detail on the phone.
What's the matter with this man? Not only is my life completely planned, but others are well arranged!
"But I..." Song Yunshan wanted to protest.
"Um?"
The word "um" was low and sexy, and it was full of masculine charm, which made Song Yunshan's ears numb.
She is the most unpromising stupid girl. She is so fascinated by a word that she can't speak, and she can't find a reason to refute.
In this way, day after day, she was hooked to Xiang Huai's residence, having dinner with him, chatting, and watching TV. Xiang Huai's house is very big, and he lives alone for 80 pings. In addition, he has only returned from the United States. He has few things, and he is busy with work, so he has no time to manage. Therefore, he simply buys furniture or necessities, and further decorates matters. All were handed over to Song Yunshan.
Take the bookcase that was just delivered in the afternoon. After Xiang Huai's books were shipped back from the United States, boxes and boxes were piled up in the study, and it took a lot of trouble to find information, or Song Yunshan sometimes got bored and wanted to use the book to relieve her boredom.
Once, after rummaging through the boxes, she couldn't help but blurt out, "Xiang Huai, do you think it would be better to have a bookcase..."
"Then you decide." Xiang Huai replied immediately.
Then the next day, Xiang Huai's voice was so good that Miss Hu, the special assistant who could become a radio host, went to the library with all kinds of catalogs, materials, and magazines to find her.
"However, let's see what Xiang Huai means..." Song Yunshan hesitated in the face of Miss Hu, who was extremely capable, but she was always smart and always very kind.
"Explain to President Xiang, leave everything to Miss Song, what kind of look and color you like, just do what you want. If you can't find it ready-made, you can order it and ask Master to do it. So you don't have to worry, just say it. "Miss Hu said with a smile.
She can't let Miss Hu not make a difference, can she
Bookcases are like this, carpets are like this, audio-visual equipment, refrigerators, kitchen utensils, all kinds of large and small decorations, even bedding, sheets, pillowcases... are all "you buy what you like", or "do you want it? That Just buy it."
But she obviously doesn't live here! Why does it seem like she's arranging a new home
In the evening, when Xiang Huai came back, she was tragically sorting out the bookcase, sorting the books, and placing one book locally in the new bookcase. There were small buckets and rags next to her. She had been busy for more than an hour.
The new bookcase was not completed until evening. Of course, there were dust and wood chips inside and on the ground nearby. The hourly maid who helped with the housework had already left after get off work, so she did it herself. Wipe once with a damp cloth, then dry with a clean rag before placing the book on it.
The bookcase was made according to her wishes, occupying the entire wall of the study, from floor to ceiling, so when Xiang Huai came in, she was standing on the chair, and the chair was on the coffee table - so that she could get the most upper layer.
"What are you doing!" An angry voice erupted from the door of the study.
Song Yunshan was taken aback. But she just turned her head in surprise, not like the heroine in the novel or the album, she fell from a height when she was frightened, and then fell into the arms of a handsome guy who knew how to pity Xiangxiyu very well.
There was really a handsome guy in front of him, but what really killed the scenery was that he was frowning, with a handsome face, as if he wanted to strangle her.
"What's wrong?" She felt inexplicable. "I'm just cleaning the bookcase. The new bookcase needs to be cleaned first before books can be placed. This is how I work."
"Come down!" Xiang Huai still had a gloomy look on his face, rather unhappy.
"I often do this in the library. You don't have a ladder at home, so I have to use a table and chairs..." she said, stepping back on the table carefully, then jumping lightly to the ground, standing firmly, as agile as a cat.
Xiang Huai glared at her dead and did not speak.
Because she didn't want to soil her work suit, she changed into an old short-sleeved T-shirt from Xiang Huai before starting to clean it up. The sleeves are longer than her elbows, and the hem covers the middle of her thighs, which should be very conservative; however, under Xiang Huai's stare, she slowly and gradually felt embarrassed.
Lara pulled the hem of the T-shirt to no avail, Song Yunsanne said, "I... I took one of your clothes to wear, and I'll wash it for you."
He still didn't say a word, just stared at the delicate and watery person in front of him.
As soon as the usually lackluster suits were replaced, and she tied up her hair for the convenience of cleaning, the old T-shirt that had been washed many times, the fabric was soft and light, and faithfully depicted her charming curves.
Especially those slender legs! As long as he is a normal man, he will have reverie when he sees it!
As soon as he entered the study, he saw her standing at such a high place dangerously, and Xiang Huai felt dark and angry. He was simply reliving the state of mind when he was hired to protect her many years ago.
And now, that anger, unknowingly, has transformed into another flame—
"Don't stare at me all the time. What's wrong?" Song Yunshan asked uncomfortably.
There was a suffocating inexplicable tension in the air, making it a little breathless. She turned her eyes away, avoiding those piercing eyes that seemed to have a little flame jumping inside.
Xiang Huai... why is this? His eyes have always been the calmest and calmest.
But recently, when he looked at her... he always made her feel like she was a fat sheep to be slaughtered
"I just think it's weird." He finally spoke, low and slow, with an unfathomable, weird smile at the corners of his mouth. "Why does this T-shirt look so much better on you than on me?"
"Ah?" Song Yunshan was stunned, she didn't expect Xiang Huai to say such a thing. She looked down in disbelief. "Will this look good? Isn't it just an old T-shirt?"
"So, depending on the person who wears it, the effect will be different," he whispered.
"I'm going to change back to my clothes." At least feel at ease! She still didn't dare to look at Huai, she just turned around and bent over to carry the bucket, saying, "Have you had dinner? There's some vegetables in the kitchen. Wait for me to drain the water..."
"Wait a minute." He didn't know when he had come behind her, reached for the bucket, and put it aside.
The other arm, from back to front, hugged her waist.
When she fell into that hard but gentle embrace, and her back was pressed against him, she only felt dizzy, her heartbeat suddenly jumped up, jumping fast and violently, almost as if she had just run a few laps of the sports field.
"I like you in this T-shirt." He whispered in her ear, whispering. "This one suits you better than all your beautiful, unbeautiful clothes."
"Xiang Huai..." She whispered helplessly and hesitated.
His big hands were irregular and moved all the way up, starting from her smooth thighs, lifting up the thin T-shirt, stroking her pretty buttocks, and then her sensitive waist, making her gasp. Then, start dodging—
"Don't... it will itch..."
In exchange for his low laugh. "You're itchy? Really?"
"Really, don't do this... ah!"
She twisted involuntarily, causing the friction and contact between the two to become hotter and closer; Xiang Huai's hands were under her clothes, holding her waist and moving closer to him.
Then, Song Yunshan sensed his desire without difficulty.
Her pink face was flushed, she closed her eyes in shame, and her teeth bit her lower lip.
"If... if you don't want it, say it now." He kissed her sensitive ear, and even nibbled at her lovely earlobe, making her gasp for breath.
Although her head has been burnt into a paste, she is still very clear about her intentions—
she wants it! I want to be hugged by him, to be loved by him, to taste the unspeakable, charming sweetness
"Is that okay?" He gently kissed her pink neck, and asked without relaxation, "If you don't want it, I might not be too happy, but I will respect you—"
Song Yunshan's answer was that she turned around in his arms, hugged his neck, stood on tiptoe, and brought her lips to block his question.
Xiang Huai hesitated for only a second, and then swallowed that tender and sweet little mouth.
It was a long, hot kiss, deep and domineering.
His hands were not idle either, continuing their exploration.
When she was drowsy from the kiss, Song Yunshan had no time to pay attention, the back hook of her bra had been secretly untied by her nimble fingers. It wasn't until his calloused fingertips touched the petal-like plumpness on her chest that she jumped up.
"Shh, don't be afraid." Xiang Huai comforted her softly on her lips.
She is not afraid. Subconsciously, she had always believed in Xiang Huai very, very much, and he always reassured her.
She was never afraid of Xiang Huai... except that she was afraid that he would leave her.
Xiang Huai temporarily let go of her lips that were kissed red and soft, and reluctantly kissed her pink cheeks, her lovely chin, and then coaxed her to raise her hands so that he could pull up the T-shirt smoothly. take off.
The washed and faded T-shirt quietly floated on the wooden floor.
Next, is a pure white corset.
Except for a small cotton underwear, Song Yunshan has nothing on her body, which is still in the study!
Being hugged tightly by a tall man in a neat suit, Song Yunshan was so ashamed that she couldn't raise her head, so she could only bury her hot little face in his chest.
She heard his low laughter and irregular breathing.
What to do, what to do, she had never been so close with a man, no, with anyone. Although she knew what would happen again, she still couldn't imagine that she and Xiang Huai would meet, meet...
When she was carried into the master bedroom, she was still dizzy and dizzy, her whole body was rushing with blood and panting softly. Then, when Xiang Huai bowed her head and kissed her Xue Nen's chest, she gasped. !
He, when did he take off his clothes? When was she put on the big bed again
Xiang Huai is really amazing, even at this time, he is so efficient!
"Ah..." A soft moan escaped her red lips helplessly. "Light, light..."
He has tried very hard to restrain himself, but Song Yunshan has baby-like delicate skin, sensitive and delicate, his kissing and stroking, and soon, on her snow-white body, there are rosy spots everywhere. imprint.
At the top of the plump snow chest, the small buds condensed into sweet fruits under the love of his lips and tongue. Xiang Huai kissed deeply, making her moan helplessly.
so hot, so hot...
So sad…
Her last barrier, the cotton panties, was unknowingly removed, and fell on the edge of the bed. The sturdy and heavy male body is densely pressed against the slender body.
His hardness and her softness seem to be the strongest contrast and the most perfect fit. Her curves seemed to be made by him, clinging to his already emotional body, almost driving him crazy in the dawdling.
The light fragrance of lavender, which had appeared thousands of times in her dream, emanated from her. That special reddish-brown hair spread out on the light blue sheets, so he couldn't help but bury his face in and take a deep breath of her special breath.
It's this taste, it's this touch, he seems to have waited all his life, just waiting for this special feeling.
Holding up those maddeningly beautiful legs and wrapping them around his waist, Xiang Huai is ready to put his reverie into action.
"Don't be afraid." She clearly felt her trembling slightly, and she also stared at those misty beautiful eyes, and said softly to Huai. "I'll be careful."
"I... I'm not afraid," she said bravely.
As if to prove that she was not afraid, or just instinct, she raised her weak waist slightly and faced him—
He let out a low roar deep into Huai's throat: "Don't... move..."
Hearing his tenseness and depression, a pure feminine, charming, slightly naughty and willful sweet smile appeared on her lips.
"I'd rather."
boom! The flames that had been smoldering for a long time suddenly ignited a prairie fire.
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Xiang Huai woke up hungry.
At dawn, the sky is already white, and the sun has not yet come out. Usually he is awake at this time, but he has never been so hungry.
Burning with hunger.
All I can say is that last night he was really... um, too forgetful, and consumed a lot of physical strength.
Moreover, there is another sense of hunger and thirst, which is increasing in waves, making him unable to continue to sleep.
Because there is another person on his bed.
The silky delicate body is leaning on his chest. His arms crossed the slender waist domineeringly, and tightly locked the beauty in his arms. The two of them were naked and their skins were so close together that he couldn't restrain his desires even in his sleep...
She hugged his sweaty strong naked back tightly, feeling his shallow breathing and his uncontrollable heartbeat.
Song Yunshan only felt that there was nothing she could do, and she was completely absorbed in his enthusiasm. She was soft and dizzy. He was heavily pressed into the mattress, but she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
She can stick to him like this. It should be said that, being stuck by him, she will never move or leave this big bed for the rest of her life.
"Lushan." He gasped, whispering in her ear. "How are you?"
"Um..." She didn't want to move at all, didn't want to speak, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.
"Answer me." Xiang Huai himself was not much better. The satisfaction deeply immersed in the bone marrow made him relax, and he just wanted to press her down like this forever.
But he was still a little worried about the soft person under him. Just now, and the night before... He had vowed to love her well and slowly guide her to enjoy it, but, but... He always couldn't control himself.
"I'm fine..."
He raised his head hard and kissed her eyelashes dipped in crystal tears. "Then why are you crying? Am I being rude? I'm sorry."
She shook her head, raised her face, and sent her fragrant, sweet red lips to block his next question.
Xiang Huai kissed her deeply. The turbulent breath is intertwined, the air has a faint scent of lavender, and the strong smell of sex makes people blush because of the ambiguity and privacy.
After wandering, kissing and kissing, after Xiang Huai let go of her reluctantly, her tender lips were slightly swollen.
"You're not... time to go to work?" she asked softly, stroking his sweaty black hair.
Xiang Huai's forehead pressed against hers, and he couldn't help the urge to kiss her. Strangely, he had just experienced a fiery lingering, and his thirst for her still only increased and showed no sign of fading.
"Yes, I should get ready for work." He whispered against her seductive lips. "But, I don't want to go."
Hearing this, Song Yunshan giggled sweetly.
This is Xiang Huai! Xiang Huai, the most responsible and step-by-step person! Indifferent and self-contained, the high-ranking Xiang Huai!
He would actually say something like "I don't want to go to work"!
"Are you staying in bed too?" she asked deliberately.
"No, it's up to you." Xiang Huai also smiled, and he lowered his head to catch the smiling sweet lips.
When the two of them parted breathlessly, Song Yunshan started to push him, "No, you should really go to work..."
Xiang Huai sighed in frustration and annoyance, exhausted all his willpower, and turned away from that soft and sweet body.
Then, after getting out of bed, he turned around and bent over, picked up her who was about to curl up into a small shrimp, and continued to stay in bed.
"I'm going to sleep!" As if returning to the past, the pretty and lovely Song family eldest lady appeared again. She complained, "Don't quarrel with me, you go to work by yourself..."
"Of course I go to work by myself, but before going to work, I have to take a shower." He ignored her struggle, just hugged her tightly and walked towards the large and bright bathroom. "How about you, take a shower and then sleep."
"I'm going to work too..."
"Today is Monday, you guys are off." He lowered his head and nibbled at her sensitive small earlobe, taking advantage of her tofu while she was groggy in the aftermath of passion. "Take a bath with me... don't say more, I'll be late if you drag me on."
What more can be said? Xiang Huai's orders, she has always had no choice but to obey.
She was carried into the bathroom.
Of course, Xiang Huai was also the first time in history, for the first time in many years, to be late.