At that moment of throbbing, Jian Hang wanted to control it but couldn't.
Almost instinctively, she tightened her arms around his neck, and tiptoed slightly.
There was a photographer, a photographer's assistant, and two bodyguards beside him. Qin Moling couldn't kiss Jian Hang deeply, and only paused on her lips for a few seconds.
A light kiss is more intense than a deep kiss.
The photographer was looking back at the photos, and was pushed by the assistant, "Quick! Quick!"
When the photographer came to his senses, it was too late to find an angle, so he frantically pressed the shutter, taking as many shots as he could. The kiss between the two lasted for a few seconds, buying him some time.
Watching the two of them kiss was more exciting than when he kissed his first love back then.
Finally worthy of his high salary today.
After the kiss was over, Qin Moling left Jian Hang's lips.
They still maintained the previous posture, Jian Hang clasped his neck, Qin Moling held her waist, and the two did not let go of each other.
No one revealed the secretive thoughts in my heart.
It's not broken, but it can't be suppressed.
Qin Moling kissed her on the forehead again, "I'm sorry, there is no ceremony before and after receiving the certificate." He only gave her a diamond ring, not even a bouquet of flowers.
She was splashed with water by Mrs. Gao that day, and she must be in a bad mood.
When he came out of the registration hall, he was already her husband, so he should buy her a bouquet of flowers to give her peace of mind.
But he didn't do that.
The next night, his father-in-law and mother-in-law celebrated for them to receive the certificate, but he didn't go there because he had a party.
He didn't know how she was feeling at the time, and he couldn't know now.
Jian Hang thought that when he said sorry just now, he meant to apologize for kissing her.
Fortunately not.
If he didn't even have the slightest desire, then her marriage with him could be foreseen now and not in the long run.
Qin Moling asked in a low voice, "Back to the hotel?"
Jian Hang nodded.
He let her go.
The two stuck together for several hours, and suddenly separated, always feeling that something was missing.
After changing the diamond wedding dress and returning to the hotel, Jian Hang walked in front, and Qin Moling followed leisurely.
He was going to invite her to dinner tonight, but after thinking about it all the way, he called the restaurant owner at the entrance of the hotel, canceled the dinner again, and paid for the meal.
Back in the room, Jian Hang went to the refrigerator to get water to drink.
In fact, she wasn't thirsty at all.
But it's embarrassing to sit on.
Today it was holding hands again, hugging again, and kissing in the end, so I have no idea, unless that party is abnormal.
Dinner was delivered by the restaurant, and they ate a little.
No one mentioned going out for a night out.
"I'm going to take a shower." Qin Moling said to Jian Hang, took off his watch, and handed it to Jian Hang, "Do me a favor."
Let her help put it away.
Jian Hang was sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone, two or three meters away from him.
Qin Moling's hand holding the watch was hanging in the air, and with the other hand he pulled out the shirt tucked into his trousers. He casually unbuttoned it with a few fingers, and looked at Jian Hang, waiting for her to come over to get the watch.
Jian Hang got up and took the watch from him.
He told her to take a bath and asked her to put the watch on for her, all of which were hints to prepare her mentally.
There are some things that spoil the atmosphere, if she doesn't pick up his watch, based on what she knows about Qin Moling, even if the arrow is on the string, he will respect her wishes and will not force her.
Qin Moling went to the bathroom.
Jian Hang took off a silk scarf from his bag, folded it twice, spread it flat on the tea table, and put Qin Moling's watch on it.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Jian Hang opened the suitcase and took out an ice-silk smoky blue halter nightdress.
This nightdress has been placed on the bottom of the box, thinking that it will not be used for this trip.
When Qin Moling came out of the bathroom, she went straight in with her nightgown and skin care products.
The bathroom is full of water vapor, and in the water vapor is the clear smell of the shower gel he used.
Qin Moling leaned on the balcony railing to drink, looking at the room from time to time.
Before she came out of the bathroom, he finished half a glass of red wine, and he went to pour another half glass.
There was a quilt on the sofa, Qin Moling put down his wine glass, and carried the quilt into the closet. The pillows on the sofa were all piled together, and he put them back one by one.
In the bathroom, the sound of water stopped.
After taking a bath, Jian Hang carefully skinned his skin again, spending more than an hour back and forth.
She put on some more perfume, opened the door and went out.
The white quilt is covered with a layer of rose petals, which are used by the hotel to create a romantic atmosphere.
Jian Hang walked to the bed, threw off his slippers, and walked barefoot to the terrace.
The room and the terrace are all wooden floors, and it is not cold to step on bare feet.
Hearing the sound of clear footsteps, Qin Moling turned his head and was stunned.
The nightdress is a short deep V.
The long legs are straight and white.
I've never seen her so sexy.
Jian Hang pretended to be relaxed and said, "How about this wine?"
Qin Moling brought the wine glass to her lips, "Taste it."
Jian Hang didn't go to get the cup, but held his wrist, pressing his lips directly against the rim of the cup.
She didn't dare to drink too much, and a little bit was on her lips.
The wind on the terrace was strong, and Jian Hang's nightdress was blown up.
Qin Moling raised his hand, and with a strong effort, he held her in front of him and hugged her.
Her waist was thin and soft, and he put the belt around his arms again, letting her stick to him.
It was different from when they were taking wedding photos during the day, now it was just the two of them, the skirt on her body was thin, and she could clearly feel his body temperature.
The sea breeze brushed past my ears.
His arms are strong and strong, but his embrace is gentle.
The two were close together, there was something strange about his body, Jian Hang felt it.
The man in front of her was physically unfamiliar to her.
But the breath was familiar to her.
Jian Hang turned his face away and took a deep breath. The surroundings are dim, the sea breeze, sea waves, everything is infinitely magnified, it feels like a few minutes have passed, but in fact it is only a few seconds.
Qin Moling put the wine glass on the wooden table beside him, lowered his head, and stroked her lips.
Jian Hang held his jaws on both sides, she didn't know him very well, so she didn't take the initiative to kiss his lips.
She raised her head and kissed him on his Adam's apple.
very light.
She is also possessive of him and doesn't like him being nice to others.
Just wish he was hers alone.
Qin Moling paused.
Her kiss just now seemed to have sprinkled sparks in the dry wilderness that had been silent for the whole winter, setting fire to the whole wilderness.
The oncoming momentum is turbulent, and it cannot be extinguished no matter how you fight.
He looked down at her, and she just looked up.
Without any thought, he kissed again.
He took her upper lip into his mouth and sucked heavily.
Not convenient on the terrace.
Qin Moling leaned over, picked her up by the waist, and entered the room from the balcony.
The patio door was left open and the curtains were not drawn.
The rose petals on the quilt flew everywhere, on the floor, on the bedside table, and even on the two pairs of slippers lying beside the bed, a few petals fell.
A few petals were also stained on Jian Hang's smooth back.
When she bowed, the petals fell.
The petals fell to Jian Hang's side, tossed and turned, and were pressed under Qin Moling's knees.
At this time, no one has time to care about the petals. Qin Moling didn't know that he had crushed the petals. The rose petals were soft, and when he pushed his knees back and forth, those petals were crushed.
With no emotional basis and few words, Jian Hang was worried about the silence for a while.
If this is a cold scene, it will more or less leave a shadow.
She thinks too much.
Qin Moling kept kissing her so that the two of them would not have to talk.
His kiss was extremely patient and gentle.
Not familiar with him, the light in the room was on, and Jian Hang buried his face in his neck.
He pressed down forcefully and possessively, being pushed to the deepest part, she hugged Qin Moling tightly, feeling that the two of them were only truly married now.
I don't know how long it has passed, the room is quiet, and there is no sound.
Qin Moling held her in his arms, stroked her back, and hugged her.
He hugged her very lightly, in sharp contrast to his previous strength, Jian Hang's heart was inexplicably soft.
She was covered in sweat, and so was Qin Moling.
It's indescribably subtle to be so close to someone you don't know very well all of a sudden.
The feeling in my heart cannot be expressed.
Hormones occupied the brain before, so you don't have to think about anything, but now both of them have calmed down, and the embarrassment seems to spread silently.
I haven't figured out what to do for a while.
They were clearly a legal couple, but they seemed to be in a daze for a while, having an affair within the marriage.
Jian Hang tilted his head slightly, and squinted his eyes in his arms.
Qin Moling's voice was slightly sexy and hoarse: "Go to bed after taking a bath?"
Jian Hangsui opened his eyes again, "You wash first."
The two haven't gotten to the point of taking a shower together.
Qin Moling withdrew his arm and got up from her.
The two of them separated completely.
He pulled the quilt over her.
Qin Moling went to the bathroom, Jian Hang was a little empty, but also a little bit in his heart.
Those pictures of being intimate with Qin Moling rushed straight to my mind, and my body and mind were not quite used to the sudden change in relationship. Wanting to sleep with him and actually falling asleep are two completely different things.
Thinking of all the sounds she made under him just now, she felt even more uncomfortable.
She is calm, self-sufficient and sharp-edged, but when it comes to him, she is unreasonably soft.
It wasn't until Qin Moling rushed out of the shower that Jian Hang came back to his senses.
Qin Moling found her bathrobe and put it next to her, "Wash it before going to bed."
Jian Hang braced himself to get up, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and went to take a shower.
Qin Moling put on new sheets and tidied the quilt.
Both of them will sleep on the bed tonight, each occupying one side of the bed.
Jian Hang thinks this is very good, the two of them can't sleep well if they are close to each other.
Turn off the lights.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the other person's breathing.
Qin Moling turned his head to look at her, "Go back to China the day after tomorrow."
"Didn't it mean tomorrow?"
"It's been changed." He temporarily asked Secretary Gao to change the ticket, "I've made a reservation for tomorrow night."
Jian Hang turned to him, "Just for a meal?"
Qin Moling: "Well, the meal that I owe you in April will be made up tomorrow night."
As for her going to dinner with Tan Fen yesterday, his work was wasted, and he didn't say a word.
Jian Hang informed in advance, "I can't drink."
"It's okay, I'll drink, you drink plain water." Qin Moling asked, "When will the Sucheng project end?"
"It's still early."
At the earliest it will be the end of the year.
If it doesn't go well, it may not be able to finish in April and May next year.
During this time, Jian Hang has been thinking about resigning and changing careers. She needs a long vacation to recuperate her body.
Money matters.
Life is more important.
It's just that she is still deciding where to change careers.
She wants to find a higher platform, challenge herself, and work hard towards the goal of president in the future.
The next day, Jian Hang slept until almost noon.
The reason for the jet lag, the biggest reason is that she is too tired.
Last night, the two of them had already laid down and the lights were turned off. Later, Qin Moling asked for it again.
Before going out in the evening, Jian Hang put on a waist-tight dress and quickly put on light makeup.
As long as she doesn't wear black and doesn't look at people with cold eyes, she will have a soft and beautiful temperament.
This is Qin Moling's feeling.
Seeing her tidy up and coming out of the bathroom, Qin Moling stood up, her watch was on the bedside table, he walked over to pick it up.
Jian Hang stretched out his hand and asked him to take his watch.
Qin Moling didn't give it to her, put the watch on her wrist, and gently buckled the watch.
Jian Hang was flattered.
Qin Moling ignored her surprised eyes and called the owner of the restaurant, saying he would be there in five minutes.
Jian Hang got acquainted with this restaurant. The owner's cooking skills are quite famous in the town, and many tourists come here admiringly.
The restaurant is small, with only eight tables.
Qin Moling booked an open-air table, with a wide view, a large sea view and half a small town in front of him.
The crescent moon is in the sky, the sea breeze is rare and gentle, and there is a violin playing not far away.
Jian Hang rested his chin on his hand, immersed in the melodious sound of the piano.
Serving the food in person is also a gift to Qin Moling.
The boss greeted Qin Moling first, and Jian Hang heard from their conversation that the smiling middle-aged man in chef uniform in front of him was the boss.
Qin Moling gave them a brief introduction.
At first, the boss was not sure whether Jian Hang could communicate in English without barriers, so he didn't mention the matter of air freight ingredients. After a few exchanges, Jian Hang's authentic pronunciation reassured him. He became interested and introduced the dish on the table. The ingredients used are air-freighted from three countries on the same day.
This is just one of the dishes, which uses ingredients imported from three countries. Jian Hang said: "I must recommend it to my friends to come and taste it."
The boss repeatedly said no, "Our restaurant cannot fly in the freshest ingredients from abroad on the same day. This is thanks to your husband." The boss has to go back to the kitchen to work, wish them a happy meal, and then leave.
The freshest food Jian Hang has eaten since she was a child is the lettuce brought back by her grandparents from the vegetable garden of her relatives in the suburbs, washed and wrapped in pancakes for her to eat.
No pollution, pure green.
Enjoyed the original ecological ingredients again today.
Jian Hang took a sip. He didn't know whether it was the boss's good cooking skills or because the ingredients were fresh, making it a gluttonous feast.
It took almost two hours for this big meal, and every dish was to her taste.
With a substantive relationship, they talk less than before.
Jian Hang thought about all the things during the intimacy, and felt that silence is also good now, at least not talking will not be embarrassing.
The violin plays continuously, the music is uninterrupted, and there will be no dullness without chatting.
Jian Hang clinked glasses with him with plain water, "It's similar to your cooking skills."
Qin Moling looked at her for a few seconds, how could his cooking skills catch up with the chef of this restaurant.
She said that because she wanted to eat his cooking.
He promised: "I will do it for you when I get home."