Because it was a farewell meal, Lanshan was cruel and asked everyone to have a good meal. The colleagues in the sales department are here, including Lao Wang. What she doesn't understand is why Song Zicheng has to come...
He met them on the way from the sales department to the hotel after get off work, and said blankly, "Since it's a farewell, don't you mind if I join too?"
What can the blue shirt say in front of so many people.
With the participation of the big boss, the atmosphere at the dinner table is not as lively as before, but rather restrained. The blue shirt was about to wave her sleeves and not take away a cloud. She didn't need to care, but others had to follow Song Zicheng.
And the boss doesn’t seem to be in a good mood today...
Even Pharaoh was a little silent. He was mostly unsure of what happened.
Lanshan pretended not to notice anything, laughed and gagped with his colleagues, and everyone happily dealt with it. The meal was perfectly good and not wonderful at all.
After eating, almost everyone left in a hurry, leaving Lanshan and Song Zicheng behind.
For those who are doing sales, it is the basic skill to observe words and colors. After finishing the meal, the big boss keeps his eyes on the blue shirt. No one else can tell that he is blind. A few colleagues went to the subway together, gossiping as they walked: Lanshan resigned this time, will he be the boss’s wife when he comes back
The gossip heroine walked out after the checkout at the front desk, holding the credit card receipt and the hotel invoice in her hand. Because of her habit, she asked the cashier to write the head of their car dealer when she issued the invoice. When she got the invoice, she realized that she didn't need it at all.
Song Zicheng was waiting for her at the exit, and he followed her when he saw her going out.
Lanshan saw Song Zicheng and handed over the invoice. "Hey, I don't need it anyway. When you go back to the company, you can give it to the accountant in the end. This is the last thing I did for the company. Contribute."
Song Zicheng took the thin machine-printed invoice, and the coating on the scratching area on it had been scratched away, revealing the words "thank you" underneath. He held the invoice and smiled, "This is the second thing you gave me."
Lanshan tilted his head and looked at him inexplicably.
"The first item is an ashtray." He reminded her.
"Ah, if you don't tell me, I forgot." Lanshan was a little awkward. She felt that the relationship between her and him was not so deep that she could make memories when she saw an invoice.
"I remember." Song Zicheng said such a specious sentence, folded the invoice and put it in his wallet.
The blue shirt is particularly incomprehensible. She and Song Zicheng should have torn their faces, right? He intended to fascinate her, and she beat him twice, these grievances would not have the effect of easing the relationship anyway.
So now he is cheeky and comes to eat dinner, and then he talks to her cheeky, what does this mean
There is no new attempt, right...
The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was possible, and he unconsciously looked on guard.
Seeing her expression, Song Zicheng naturally guessed what she was thinking. He only felt that his heart was pinched, dull and painful. He instinctively wanted to plead, but it was done, the argument was indisputable, he opened his mouth a few times, and finally only vomited a cookie-cutter apology, "I'm sorry."
"Okay, we are both clear." The blue shirt waved his hand and walked away.
Song Zicheng suddenly grabbed her wrist, "Blue Shirt, can you give me another chance?"
Lanshan was a little surprised, "Your so-called opportunity, isn't it the kind of opportunity I understand?"
He nodded.
Lanshan quickly shook him off, "I'm sorry I already have a boyfriend."
Song Zicheng was stunned, "You...?"
Lanshan rubbed his wrist while looking at him strangely, "What's wrong? Can't I have a boyfriend? My boyfriend came to pick me up right away, and he—" At this point, she stopped suddenly.
Song Zicheng followed her gaze and saw Qiao Feng standing not far away, looking at them in a gloomy manner.
It goes without saying who her boyfriend is.
Lanshan waved his hand to Qiao Feng, "Why are you standing there? Come here!"
Although he was angry, Qiao Feng walked up to them obediently. He gave her a hand, pulled her to his side, and declared his sovereignty silently.
Song Zicheng's eyes were deep, like a rock sinking into the sea in the dark. He squeezed his fist, and his joints turned white due to too much force.
Lanshan felt that Song Zicheng couldn't tell the strangeness today, and she didn't want to see him at all. She took Qiao Feng's hand, "Let's go."
Song Zicheng walked around and stood in front of her, "Blue shirt, you can't do this to me."
Qiao Feng was irritable because his girlfriend was entangled by other men. Now that he saw this guy still entangled, he became even more angry, and didn't want to punch Song Zicheng directly at the door.
Song Zicheng reacted quickly enough and turned his head to avoid it. Qiao Feng loosened his blue shirt and stepped forward to fight him.
The blue shirt was beyond shock. In her cognition, Qiao Feng has always been sluggish, better than everybody else, not to mention doing things with others, even if a swear word is rare. But now, this kid is actually fighting... fighting... fighting...
Even more amazing is that he seems to be very agile? But Song Zicheng also seems to be agile...
Song Zicheng was frustrated and didn't dare to vent to the blue shirt. Seeing Qiao Feng take the initiative, he wouldn't fight back with all his strength. As soon as he shot, Song Zicheng realized that his opponent should not be underestimated. He had practiced Sanda himself, and at this moment, seeing Qiao Feng's eyes showing fierce light, he was steady and ruthless, and he had already practiced.
Lan Shan was surprised for a while before reacting, and tried to pull them forward, "Don't stop fighting!"
The two of them had already been pinched into a group, and the blue shirt was not going to pull Qiaofeng, but went to pull Song Zicheng. When Qiao Feng saw this, his anger became even greater, and his strength became much stronger. He pulled Song Zicheng's arm and smashed it, and at the same time, he swayed his feet and tripped him. Song Zicheng was pulled by the blue shirt, unable to cope with the soaring combat power of Qiao Feng, so he was pushed to the ground by the latter.
Qiao Feng twisted his arms, half-kneeled on the ground, his knees pressed hard on his back, his face was fierce, and the winner was full of meaning.
There were pedestrians passing by looking at them as if they were lively, and Qiao Feng glared at them fiercely, "What are you looking at? Catch the bad guys!"
The pedestrian hurried away.
The blue shirt patted his chest with complicated eyes. She actually thinks the brave and tough Qiao Feng is so handsome... She must have not woken up yet!
"Listen well, the blue shirt is my girlfriend, you will stay away from her in the future!" Qiao Feng dropped this sentence, let go of Song Zicheng, got up and pulled the blue shirt away.
The blue shirt was dragged by Qiao Feng to walk quickly. She especially wanted to look back, but when she thought of Qiao Feng's dark complexion, she had to give it up.
By this time, the blue shirt had already sensed something was wrong. No matter how angry Qiao Feng is, he has his own way of losing his temper. It is definitely not the way he is in front of him. He is full of aggressiveness and disagreements, and his words are full of sharp power.
He... won't be possessed by something again...
The blue shirt suddenly stopped and stood still. Qiao Feng dragged her and did not leave.
He turned his head, frowned to look at her, "Go."
Lan Shan's eyes widened, watching him carefully, "Qiao Feng, what's the matter with you?"
He didn't answer, but lowered his head, "Did you see it?"
I... can't see it... The blue shirt has black lines, and asked, "What's the matter? Can't you tell me something?" Her heart was tight, and she didn't know what kind of answer she would face.
Qiao Feng raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes a little frustrated, "Blue shirt, I accidentally ate some alcohol."
"..." Lanshan breathed a sigh of relief, "I was shocked, thinking someone was going to take us apart. It's nothing to eat alcohol, as long as it's not industrial wine—" She said this, as if she had suddenly thought of something, "Ah, No, you seem to have told me that you get grumpy when you come across alcohol?"
Qiao Feng nodded.
"No wonder you just made such a big fire," Lan Shan said to himself, and patted his arm, "but you were handsome just now, hehe."
Qiao Feng didn't say a word, and took her hand to move on.
Lanshan followed him and asked, "Did you feel bad after drinking?"
"Nor." He shook his head.
She narrowed her mouth, "Then why ignore me?"
"Can't get angry with you."
Lanshan understood what he meant. He also knew that he was in a bad mood and spoke too aggressively, so he tried his best not to talk to her, because he didn't want to vent his emotions on her.
She was a little moved, "Don't be polite with me, I'm your girlfriend, who should I call for this matter? Don't hold it back, it won't be good if it breaks..."
The two were passing by a newsstand, and the little boss of the newsstand gave them a weird look when he heard the girl say this to the boy.
Qiao Feng seemed to have eyes on his shoulders, and he turned his head and stared at him. The little boss hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to organize the magazine.
Lanshan didn't notice this, she was still trying to persuade Qiao Feng to lose her temper. She found that she had the potential to shake M.
Qiao Feng did not hold back for a while, and finally stretched his face and asked, "Why didn't you pull me just now, but you went to pull Song Zicheng?"
"You're stupid, it's okay if I pull whoever is beaten, of course it is convenient for you to beat him!"
Qiao Feng was stunned, unexpectedly she thought so. He thought...
Lanshan raised his hand and stopped a taxi. The two quickly returned home. Lanshan was still a little worried about Qiao Feng, and followed him to his house. Schrödinger ran to the door to meet them. He was incredibly obedient. It also lowered his head and rubbed against Qiao Feng's trousers, and the arrogant little eunuch turned into a heart-warming little cute thing for a second.
Qiao Feng kicked it away.
Schrodinger:...
The blue shirt picked up Schrodinger dumbfoundedly, and followed Qiao Feng to the living room. Qiao Feng kept bulging his cheeks without saying a word. His state was similar to being controlled by drugs, and the blue shirt didn't know how to comfort him. She had to resort to omnipotent means, holding Schrodinger in one hand and his face in the other, and kissed him on tiptoe.
Obviously, this trick could not calm his mood, but it was more like dripping a drop of water into a hot oil pan and blowing it up.
Qiao Feng suddenly pressed the back of her head to forbid her to retreat. He exerted a lot of force, squeezing hard between his lips, and then he opened his mouth and bit her.
The blue shirt shook his hand and threw Schrodinger down. Schrodinger jumped back to the ground, squatted next to him, and looked at the pair of humans curiously.
After finishing biting the blue shirt, Qiao Feng suddenly stretched out the tip of his tongue and swallowed hard with her lips. The blue shirt's head swelled, and he couldn't help but hug him back, raising his head to cater to his kiss. Such a reaction seemed to please him, and his movements became softer. Then he scratched her gums with the tip of his tongue again, and pressed against her teeth, as if gently buttoning her door.
The blue shirt couldn't help but open his mouth, and his tongue quickly slid in, agitated. He kissed without rules, just swiping her mouth vigorously according to instinct, sucking her body fluid, and when he met her spiritual tongue, he would not let it go, hooking it for a lingering meal. The blue shirt was kissed so that her legs became soft, and she hugged her tightly, and Qiao Feng took her waist to help her stand firm.
Although this kiss is without skill at all, both of them are already confused and infatuated. Lanshan closed his eyes, only to feel that he was trapped in a deep vortex, unable to resist, unable to think, only obedient to instinct.
Kissing, she suddenly felt something tough against her waist. The thing seemed extremely restless, rubbing and rubbing against her, passing the heat through the clothes.
Qiao Feng's hands began to slide inward along her clothes.
Blue shirt pushed him abruptly, "We are like this... It's too fast..." She went to bed the next day after a date. She is actually not such a casual person...
With fire in Qiao Feng's eyes, he rushed over again, pressing her on the sofa.
He pressed her down, kissed, and slowly moved his waist, rubbing against her. The blue shirt struggled to no avail, so he had to push his shoulders and turned his head to avoid his kiss, "Qiao Feng, get up! I'm angry if I don't get up again!"
Qiao Feng stopped, but did not get up from her. He stared at her, his eyes so hot that he couldn't look directly. Lanshan had to move his eyes away from him.
He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse when he was provoked with a touch of lust, but his tone was depressed and aggrieved, "I can't help it anymore."
"You figure it out by yourself," Lanshan said, pushing his shoulder again, "We can't just..."
"You told me not to hold back."
"what?"
"You said, you are my girlfriend. I don't want to ask you if I have something to do? You also said that I don't hold it back. If it breaks, it won't be good."
"I, I," the blue shirt was embarrassed, "two things, you get up first."
Qiao Feng seemed to grow on her body, and he couldn't get up even after being beaten to death. He hugged her tightly, rubbed his chin against her side neck, and whispered, "Blue shirt, help me."
"Do not-"
"Help me, okay?" He softened his voice, so soft that it was even a little sweet, "Help me." As he said, he gently shook her body.
He is acting like a baby, he is acting like a baby! Lanshan couldn't believe it, her spirit was even trance. Although I feel that I should be more persistent and tougher, Qiao Feng is acting like a baby! How did she refuse! ! !
Qiao Feng saw the blue shirt's wavering. He also knew that she shouldn't be forced to be too tight. On the one hand, he was a little guilty, and on the other hand, the arrow was unbearable. Ninah, forbearance, finally the instinct of the body prevailed, and he took her hand and pressed it towards him.
At this moment, Schrödinger jumped onto the coffee table, squatted, motionless, looking at the two humans with piercing eyes.
The blue shirt was ashamed to death, "No way, no way, Schrodinger is still there!"
Qiao Feng glanced sideways at Schrodinger, "Go away."
Schrodinger didn't know if he understood it or didn't think it was interesting here, so he turned around and jumped down and left.
Blue shirt:...
Qiao Feng lowered his head and kissed her cheek softly. He unfastened his belt with one hand, and then took her hand in.
The blue shirt's face was burning up, and he was too ashamed. Although she often joked with Little Rape to make anyone stronger, but that's just a big talk. She hasn't really touched the man's place yet...
Qiao Feng pecked the corner of her lips lightly, whispering some nonsense, and the blue shirt acted according to his nonsense. He stood up to cooperate with her movement, and the heavy breathing was sprayed to her and it was hot. On his cheeks.
After the incident, Lanshan turned his head and dared not look at him.
He was still breathing, his face pressed against her, and he kissed her gently. Lanshan only felt hot and sticky between his fingers, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held her down.
After a stalemate like this for a while, Qiao Feng suddenly said "Huh".
The blue shirt said strangely, "What's the matter?"
"I'm ready."
She rolled her eyes, "I know you're done, let go of my hand quickly."
"It's not about this," he explained, "the effect of alcohol is gone."